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Sin City

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate a rash of violent deaths in Elizabethville, Ohio, a once-sleepy town that has become a haven for gamblers and drinkers.

Disclaimers: death, mentions of suicide, blood, gun violence, implied smut, mentions of gambling, drinking

Word Count: 9.9K

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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In the light streaming through the large window in Bobby’s study, I narrowed my eyes at the small metal workings of the Colt. Using tweezers, I bent and shaped them the same way shown in a diagram Bobby laid in front of me.

Dean was to my right, using a bunsen burner to melt together different pieces of metal that would eventually be part of the chamber. Bobby was across from us, examining a similar diagram.

“Hey,” Sam called out as he returned to the house, the screen door clanging shut behind him. There was the sound of a pile of books being dropped onto Bobby’s kitchen table.

“Hey, what's up?” Dean asked without looking up.

“Might've found some omens in Ohio,” Sam said. I glanced over my shoulder as he leaned up against the doorway. “Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop.”

“Well, that's thrilling,” I said sarcastically, going back to the gun.

“Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens.”

I frowned, “Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.”

Sam shrugged, “Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln.”

“Where in Ohio?” Dean asked.

“Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt.”

Dean sighed, “There’s got to be a demon or two in South Beach.”

“Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time,” Sam chuckled, narrowing his eyes at the disassembled Colt in Bobby’s hands. “How's it going, Bobby?”

“Slow,” he said simply.

“I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that,” Dean said.

Bobby nodded along, “Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick.”

“So what makes it tick?” Sam asked. Dean and I hid our smirks from Bobby who shot Sam a deadly glare.

Dean and I stood from our chairs, gathering our things, “So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio…you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?”

I held back laughter as Bobby’s glare shifted from Sam to Dean, “Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you.”

“Aww,” I cooed. “He’s so cute when he threatens us.”

Dean laughed before advancing toward the front door, “Alright, come on, we're wasting the daylight.”

“See you, Bobby,” I called over my shoulder.

“Hey!” He yelled after us. We stopped, turning back to him. "You kids run into anything — anything — you call me.” Sam nodded once before we were out the door.

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Elizabethville, Ohio

Elizabethville, Ohio was exactly what I expected it to be: small, religious and full of people who liked to gossip. Eyes from every direction were immediately pulled to the Impala when we rolled into town, especially when we parked in front of the chapel where a local had killed himself just days ago.

“There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself,” Father Gil said. He was a middle aged man, tall and slender with white streaks of hair forming at his temples.

“Well, this shouldn't take long, then,” Dean said.

I glanced around the inside of the chapel, admiring the stained glass windows and rows of dusty blue pews. I followed Father Gil’s line of sight up to an upper level above a large cross.

“That's where Andy did it,” he said, sadly. I felt for him, I did. Seeing something like that, it changes someone forever. I glanced sideways at him before looking back up to the balcony where I swore I could still see the smatterings of blood that’d been missed in the cleanup. “It’s the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday.”

“When did he stop?” Sam asked.

“Probably about...two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Change how?”

Father Gil tore his eyes from the balcony, looking back at us, “Oh, let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People…cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just...wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was…”

“Possessed?” Sam suggested.

Father Gil nodded slowly as if that was what he’d wanted to say but was too afraid to say it, “You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped.”

“Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?” I asked.

He nodded, “Sure, Tony Perkins. Good man.”

“Besides all the murder stuff, right?” I said, making the priest hesitate.

“Um…yes. Besides that.”

“Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?” Dean asked this time.

“I never thought about it that way, but...yes. about the same time as Andy — about two months ago.”

Sam, Dean and I shared a look before Dean clicked his pen and closed his notebook, putting it back into the pocket of his suit jacket, “Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time.”

Father Gil gave us one final nod before we parted ways. Dean leaned toward Sam and I, lowering his voice, “Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence.”

I definitely didn’t like the sound of it, but I couldn’t deny he was probably right.

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I adjusted my duffle bag on my shoulder as Dean unlocked the motel room door. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a large man eyeing me from a few doors down, smirking, revealing missing teeth. I grimaced, turning my back on him, sighing with relief when Dean finally got the door open.

Sam flicked the light on and the first thing I noticed was the large mirror covering every inch of the ceiling. Dean chuckled, looking up at it.

“I hate this already,” I groaned, throwing my duffle bag anywhere but on the bed.

Dean moved to the door, going to close it when he stopped, “Richie? I don't believe it.”

I furrowed my brow, looking around Dean toward the room across from us where a short man in a fedora and athletic jacket was now standing in the hallway. A twinge of familiarity pinged my gut.

“Hey, Dean...Winchester, right?” Richie said, reaching out his hand.

“Yeah!” Dean said excitedly before motioning to me. “You remember Ellie, right?”

“Ellie! The little pistol with a pistol,” he laughed in a thick New Jersey accent and instantly, I recalled where we knew him from.

I laughed, “Hey, Richie.”

A woman appeared behind him, coming from his motel room. She was tall and blonde wearing a tank top that was cut so low it revealed her entire chest without actually flashing anything at us. She rested her arm against the doorframe beside Richie’s head, her other hand on her hip.

“This is my sister, uh, Cheryl,” Richie chuckled as he reached into his pockets. He pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to her. She shoved it in between her boobs before walking back down the hallway. Dean and Richie watched her walk away as Richie chuckled again. “Well, you know…stepsister.”

“Come on in,” Dean laughed, motioning to Sam. “This is my brother, Sam.”

“Hey. How you doing?”

“Not too bad,” Sam said, shutting the door, smiling in amusement. “How do you three know each other?”

“You were in school,” I recalled as I pulled my hair down from the tight ponytail I’d had it in while we visited the priest.

Richie nodded along, “It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said as he untucked his dress shirt, throwing his jacket to the bed.

“Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up,” Dean corrected.

Richie shook his head, motioning to Dean, “Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was.”

“Richie, Richie, know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again — you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed,” Dean said when Richie’s phone began to ring, cutting him off.

“Talk to me,” Richie said into the phone before pulling it away, holding his hand over the speaker. “FYI, Winchester — words hurt.” He brought the phone back to his ear, plopping down onto the couch under the window. “Yeah? No, it's not a good time, babe. Later.”

“So you find anything in this town, anyway?” I asked as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. I pulled the suit jacket off, replacing it with a tan button down.

“Ah, no. I got nothing,” he said. “Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?”

I cocked an eyebrow, “Yeah.”

“No, I got nothing.”

“Typical,” Dean said, somewhat sarcastically. “What about your sister back there?”

“Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?” He chuckled, Sam, Dean and I watching him silently. Richie coughed, shaking his head as he stood again. “Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy — they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it.”

Sam nodded along, pulling his tie off, “Yeah, that's where we are, too. You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell—”

“Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?” Dean asked, sitting on the end of his bed to pull his shoes off.

“Well, for fun? You know he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride,” Richie suggested. I frowned at the idea, but I couldn’t totally dismiss it. It would probably be one of the more reasonable explanations.

“Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile — you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?”

Richie leaned up against the dresser, crossing one arm over his body, tapping his finger against his chin as he thought, “There’s Trotter.”

“Who's that?” I asked.

“Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers...he practically owns this whole town.”

Sam glanced to Dean and I. It was a start. “Know where we could find him?”

“Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours,” Richie said, a smirk spreading over his face.

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When Dean pulled the car into a busy parking lot just on the edge of town, I was sure Richie had given us the wrong address. The place was crawling with people with drinks in hand.

I glanced around as I stepped out of the car, looking to Sam, “I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town.”

“It is,” Sam said. “At least, it's supposed to be.”

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research,” Dean said excitedly as he began to follow a large group of blonde women down the sidewalk.

Trotter’s bar wasn’t far from where we’d parked, and it was nearly impossible to miss. The place was so packed, people were spilling out onto the street. We maneuvered our way into the building, Run Through the Jungle blaring through the speakers.

I glanced around me at all the different people, all with various types of too-small clothing. They were dancing, taking shots, sipping from their drinks with small straws. It was barely even six in the afternoon.

“Oh, Richie. Look at you,” Dean said once we’d made it toward the bar tops. Richie was dressed in a silky orange and white top with baggy jeans, his hair slicked back with so much gel it looked like he just got out of the shower. “Bringing satin back.”

“Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk — Canal Street. You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me…” he paused, rethinking what he was about to say. “Fuggedaboutit.”

“How much is ‘forget about it’?” Sam chuckled.

“Ah, forget about it,” he dismissed. He leaned toward me, pointing across the bar to a bald man in an all black suit. “That’s Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him.”

“So, what do we do now?” I asked.

“I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender,” Dean said, staring down the backside of the bartender who was leaning over the counter.

Richie slapped Dean’s arm, “Easy. Me and her, we got a little...somethin' somethin' lined up for later.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief, “Yeah, right.”

“Stings, don't it?” He said. “Alright. I got to hit the head, release the hostages. Be back in a few.”

I laughed as he walked away, shaking my head. There was never a dull moment with Richie. Dean turned back to the bar once he was out of earshot, “No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel.”

Sam scoffed, “Oh, c’mon, she is so out of your league—”

“You think so?” A voice asked from behind Dean. The three of us turned to where Father Gil was sat at the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey.

“Oh. Sorry, Padre,” Dean chuckled.

“Knew you boys would find your way here. They all do,” he said to Sam and Dean before furrowing his eyebrows when he looked at me. “You though…didn’t expect you here.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I said simply, making Father Gil shrug and take another sip. I narrowed my eyes at him. “No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?”

“Like it or not, you go where your flock is.”

“Plus,” another voice said. I glanced to my left where, behind the bar, the bartender was pouring herself a shot. “The clergy drinks for free.”

Father Gil nodded, “True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession.”

“Not in this lifetime, Father,” she said, downing the shot.

“I better see your butt on Sunday,” Father Gil pointed to her as he stood, lowering his voice as he spoke to Dean. “Nickel or no nickel.”

Dean chuckled as the priest grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. The bartender leaned over the bar top, “What can I get you three?”

“What's your speciality?” Dean asked, smirking.

“I make a mean hurricane.”

“I guess we'll see about that.”

She smirked, turning away from Dean. Sam laughed, cocking an eyebrow, “You drink hurricanes?”

“I do now,” Dean said, a smile plastered over his face.

I laughed, shaking my head at him as I looked back over my shoulder, scanning the place for a pool table. I might as well make myself useful while I was here and hustle some money from guys that’d had a little too much to drink. That was when I saw it: a man in a white button down talking to another man over the pool table. He was standing stiffly, moving robotically.

I narrowed my eyes at the black object I could just barely see in the man’s hand when it dawned on me. I didn’t dare take my eyes off the man’s gun as I waved at Sam and Dean, nodding toward the man, “Hey.”

Before the word completely passed through my lips, he lifted the gun and shot one round into the man across from him. The crowd of people scattered away instantly, screaming as they ran toward the exit.

Sam, Dean and I ran forward, trying to dodge people running in the other direction like fish swimming upstream. From between two people I could see the man raise the gun to his head.

Dean tackled the man from the side, the gun flying across the floor. Sam ran toward them, sprinkling holy water over the man. I rounded the pool table, finding the man who’d been shot lying on his back.

The bullet wound entered the right side of the man’s chest. I leaned forward over his mouth, listening for any kind of breathing when I felt the ghost of warm air against my face. I quickly shed my jacket, balled it up and held it tightly over the wound.

“Hey, what’re you doing?!” I heard the man shout on the other side of the pool table. “He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!”

“Somebody call 911!” I shouted, my jacket quickly soaking up the blood. I flipped it over, but even that was no use. Blood was pouring from the wound and down his right arm. I kept my eyes on his stomach, watching as his breathing suddenly became erratic before eventually, it stopped all together.

I looked from his stomach to his face and back to his stomach. I brought two fingers just below his jaw to feel for a pulse, but came back with nothing. I sat back on my haunches, slowly pulling the jacket away. I looked up to Sam who was watching on, sadly. Just behind him was Trotter, stoic as ever.

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Sam, Dean and I watched from the bar as the cops processed the scene. I looked away from where the coroner laid a white sheet over the man’s body.

“Too many cops here. I say we roll,” Sam said, eager to get out of the bar.

“Just be cool,” Dean said, making Sam slink back onto the barstool. Two cops escorting the shooter walked past, leading him outside. Dean shook his head. “Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst.”

“So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?” I asked.

“I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is — town full of scumbags.”

I nodded slowly. It was a possibility, but something in my gut was telling me otherwise, “Yeah. Maybe.”

One of the cops who was processing the scene came up to the three of us. Sam instantly straightened up. “You three ready for your mug shots? The photographer's gonna be here in a few, and…” the officer paused for dramatic effect, “take your picture for the local paper!”

"Be an honor, Officer,” Dean said dramatically. Sam visibly relaxed at the cop’s words. “What a thrill!”

“Yep, time to go,” I said once the cop turned away. Sam followed me up but Dean held out a hand, stopping us.

“Wait a second. Wait a second.”

“What?”

Dean glanced around the bar, eyebrows furrowed, “Where’s Richie?”

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There was a different bartender once we returned the next night. They seemed pretty eager to open up again even though now it wasn’t nearly as crowded. Dean was dead set on going back to see if Richie would make an appearance, but in the hour we’d been here already, there was no sign of him.

The bartender handed me three beers over the counter. I smiled at him, “Thanks.”

I returned to our table, handing them each a beer. Behind Dean’s head was a waitress dressed in a short, tight red dress. I glanced at Dean who was glued to his phone. I sat down beside Sam, “You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?”

“How many times I gotta tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?” Dean snapped his phone shut, ignoring what I’d said.

“Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed,” Sam suggested.

“He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail,” Dean said, and I had to agree with him. We only worked a few cases with Richie but I got the impression he wasn’t one to back down from a fight. “I got to go find him.”

I nodded, “Alright. Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy. He gives me weird vibes. In the worst way possible.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here.”

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Sam and I leaned up against either wall of the long hallway leading down to Trotter’s office. I glanced over my left shoulder toward the glass door where I could see Trotter talking to someone over a desk. That was when Sam’s phone began loudly ringing in his pocket.

I quickly whipped my head out of the hallway, glaring at Sam who frantically pulled his phone from his pocket, bringing it to his ear, “Dean. Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now.”

There was a beat of silence before Sam spoke again, “Yeah, we're fine. Just, uh...meet us at the bar in twenty minutes, okay?”

Sam snapped the phone shut just as the sound of Trotter’s office door opened and then closed. Mine and Sam’s eyes met briefly before we parted in separate directions.

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Dean’s POV

I rotated the glass in my hand, glancing over my shoulder every few minutes toward the bar’s door. I glanced at my watch. Sam and Ellie had exactly four more minutes until I went hunting for them.

“I got to tell you—” a voice suddenly said from beside me. I looked up from my watch, an instant smile spreading over my face at the brunette standing beside me. Her low cut pink shirt nearly eye level with me. “Every woman in this place? They want to eat you up.”

I smirked, shrugging, “Well, hey. Anybody could have tackled that guy…and wrestled the gun away…prevented mass murder.”

Her smirk spread wider as she leaned her back against the bar, “Here’s what I'm gonna do. Normally, I charge $400 a night.” I furrowed my eyebrows at this as she leaned into my ear, whispering, “Why don't we call it an even deuce and get the hell out of here?”

I pulled away, my smile faltering, “What do I look like?”

The woman wrinkled her eyebrows, her smile now a grimace, “What do I look like? Cheapskate.”

I watched as the woman walked away. I took a slow sip from my drink as the bartender, Casey, came by, watching the woman leave, “Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute? How's that work?”

“Well, I just told her I had a thing for the bartender. It was pretty easy.”

“Who says the bartender's available?”

“That's a good question. You got something going with some guy, you know, about yea tall, wears a sweatsuit…?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “Who?”

“Nah. My mistake,” I said, brushing it off. “What do you say you and me grab a drink after your shift?”

Casey leaned over the bar and I had to force my eyes to stay on hers and not her low-cut, red top. “I say why wait...when we can go right now?”

I smirked, grabbing my things and quickly followed Casey out of the bar.

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Ellie’s POV

“God, they’re taking forever,” I whispered to Sam across the hallway. Trotter and whoever was in there with him still hadn’t left the office after fifteen minutes. “What could they be doing in there?”

“I don’t know,” Sam whispered back. “I just—”

Sam was cut off by the office door opening. We rounded the corner, pressed up against a separate hallway, watching as Trotter and another, younger man took off in the other direction. Once they were out of eyesight, Sam and I quickly made our way to the office.

There were two desks inside, Sam and I each taking one. I pulled open drawers, rifled through papers, opened books until finally I found a small ring of keys when I heard the quiet creak of the door opening behind me.

I ducked, dodging a fist that swung at me. Then, I quickly stood, kneeing the man in the stomach twice. While he was hunched over, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and held it tight over his head, immobilizing his arms.

Sam grabbed him, punching him twice across the jaw before the man went sprawling to the floor. That’s when I felt a firm grip on my shoulder and cool metal against my temple. I glanced to my right where Trotter was holding the gun to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I think maybe you know,” Sam said, pointing his gun at Trotter. Sam’s eyes bounced from Trotter to me and then back to him.

“Yeah? Well, I think I'm calling the cops!”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Cops?”

“Breaking and entering, assault — you're in a peck of trouble, my friend.”

“Uh, wh-, uh...I think I could probably explain—” I quickly brought my left arm across, bringing his arm down with the gun. I snatched it from his hands and pointed it at Trotter and his partner. “Alright, back up! Get back.”

“Money's in the safe! Take it and go,” Trotter said. He sounded scared.

“We don't want your money,” Sam said as he pulled the holy water from his jacket pocket. “I just got to be sure.”

Sam uncapped the flask and tossed the water onto the two men. I gripped the gun tighter, waiting for their skin to start sizzling, but when it didn’t, I realized we made a mistake. Trotter and his partner wiped the water from their faces, “What kind of psychos are you!?”

Sam and I quickly looked to each other. Sam awkwardly laughed, “Oh, god. uh...I'm sorry. Heh...I...think this was just a minor misunderstanding?”

I chuckled as we began to slowly back out of the office, “Yeah, okay, ummm...how 'bout I just…I just leave, ‘cause…" I opened the gun’s chamber, pouring the bullets into my hand and then set the empty gun onto a stack of books that proceeded to fall. I winced, cringing. “Sorry…I’ll take these. Okay, I'll, uh, I'll leave this for, uh...you, uh...have a nice day?”

Sam and I quickly turned, hurrying out of the building.

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Dean’s POV

Casey’s house was settled out in the country, at the end of a long dirt road. I glanced around the cellar Casey lead me down into; the place looking like it hadn’t been used in years.

“Looks like the maid's day off,” I chuckled. Casey had her back to me, looking up at the room around us. “Everything okay?”

She turned, grabbing me by the jacket and kissed me softly before pulling away. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I watched as she shrugged her coat off and hung it up across the room. “Oh, I forgot to mention...Richie was a friend of mine. When I realized I could track the GPS in his cellphone, I swung by earlier. Gave him a proper burial.” At this, the demon turned, her lip snarling upward. “It's better than rotting in some skank's basement.”

Casey immediately began to sprint toward me. However, when she was just inches from grabbing me, it was like she hit an invisible wall, making her fall hard to the floor. I was an idiot, sure, but a prepared one. I squatted down and flipped back the carpet, revealing the devils trap I’d painted beneath it.

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as I stood again, “Isn't that a buzz kill? Sorry, sister, but you're going back to where you came from.”

I pulled the book from my jacket, reciting the exorcism.

“I don't think so,” Casey said as she stood.

“Spiritus immunde, undolara. Pasonitote…"

The room began to shake under our feet until it was the entire building. Lights flickered, dust began dropping down from the ceiling. A harsh wind blew hard and fast through the room so violently the pages from the book were ripping out and scattering.

“Spiritus immunde, undo—” I tried again, yelling over the noise but it was no use. The pages of the book were flipping on their own. Then, a loud crack came from the ceiling followed by the sound of stone and concrete crumbling to the floor. I shielded myself as the debris fell until the entrance to the basement was completely blocked. Once the dust had settled, I pulled my head from the crook of my arm.

Casey was laughing now, her grin spread across her entire face.

“What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped.”

“So are you…bitch."

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Using a tall candle I’d found that’d rolled under some tables, I lit the rest of the candles around the room, illuminating the small area we were trapped in. I searched around the dusty floor for my book that’d gone flying.

“Lose something?” Casey asked from behind me.

“All you demons have such smart mouths,” I said.

“It's a gift.”

“Yeah, well. Let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to Hell.”

“Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead.”

“Spiritus immunde...un, guh…” I paused, racking my brain for the rest of the exorcism.

“Having a little trouble there, sport?” Casey mocked.

I cleared my throat, beginning again, “Spiritus immunde, undolare, Pasonitote…”

“Nice try, but I think...you just ordered a pizza,” she smirked. “Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class.”

“Hey, I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere.”

“And, apparently, neither are you.”

I stalked toward the edge of the basement to where there was a smidge of moonlight coming from a tall grate. “Yeah, but I got people coming for me, and, uh...they did pay attention in class.”

“Oh, right — Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.”

I paused, look at her over my shoulder, “Everyone?”

“Sure. And little Ellie. Hell-bound pretty soon, right? You Winchester kids are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know…"

“Well, that's...flattering. I'll be sure to let Sam know when he gets here,” I said, going back to examine the grate.

“If he shows up first,” she said. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What, you thought I was flying solo? You shouldn't underestimate, Dean, it might be the death of you.”

I turned, taking a step toward her at the mention of others who are working with her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, “You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first — the cavalry...or the Indians.”

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Ellie’s POV

“Sam, maybe he went to the wrong bar or something, I’m sure he’s fine,” I tried to reassure but it only seemed to be making Sam more nervous. We’d been waiting for Dean for the better part of an hour and Sam was convinced something was wrong.

“Something doesn’t feel right, Ellie, I can feel it,” he said, glancing over his shoulder toward the door for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Remember that one time we couldn’t find Dean for like three hours and it turned out he went on a bender with a chick named Monica and her band…god, what was the name of it again?”

Sam chuckled softly, “The Badgers.”

“The Badgers!” I repeated, shaking my head. “What a god awful name…listen, Dean’s fine. I know it.”

I watched Sam, who still didn’t look convinced. I sighed, tapping my fingers against the bar top, trying to come up with something to loosen Sam up a bit when a voice came from a few stools down.

“You look kind of tense,” a woman with dark hair and a low-cut pink top said to Sam. Her lipstick was bright red, smudged at the corners. “You know, I know a surefire way to relax.”

Sam grimaced, “Maybe later.”

“Excuse me. Hi,” I said, getting the bartenders attention. I only had one real idea to ease Sam’s mind. This was a different bartender, not the cute girl from before but a heavyset guy with sweat stains on his armpits.

“What can I get for you?” He asked.

“Hey, you remember the guy we were with last night?” I questioned. “We sat right here…”

The bartender nodded, “Right, the big hero who jumped on Reggie.”

I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth, refraining from rolling my eyes, “Yeah, yeah the big hero. Have you seen him around at all today?”

The bartender shrugged, resting his palms on the counter, “Maybe. Depends.”

“D-depends on what?” Sam asked, making the bartender smirk. “Oh my — ! Does everyone around here have their hand out?”

“Just give him the money,” I said, shaking my head as he passed it over the bar.

“He left with Casey about an hour ago,” the bartender said.

I widened my eyes slightly, “So he was here?”

“Any idea where they went?” Sam asked at the same time.

“Her place...for Bible study.”

Sam shot me the I told you so look. “Alright, you got an address?”

“What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address, just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks off—” the bartender went on when Sam handed him another twenty dollar bill. The bartender plucked it from between Sam’s finger. “Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun.”

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Dean’s POV

I huffed as I threw down a tall crate, pushing it against the wall beside us where a metal grate was situated on the ceiling. I stepped up onto it, flipped my phone open and held it up toward the breezy night air, desperately searching for a signal.

“Why don't you relax?” Casey said from where she was lounging on the ground, her legs stretched in front of her and her palms propping her up on the devils trap.

“Why don't you kiss my ass?” I snapped the phone shut. It was no use. I reached up, trying with all my strength to move the grate away but it hardly budged.

“Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea. Look, we won't have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil.”

“Civil, huh?” I said, glancing down at her. “Killing Richie — that was, that was civil? The guy was harmless.”

“That knife he pulled on me didn’t look so harmless.”

“A knife wouldn't hurt you.”

“No, but it would damage this body. And Casey has such a fine body, I wouldn't want to see it ripped.”

I chuckled humorlessly, “A demon with a heart. Wow. Well, you know, there's a bunch of dead people in town that might disagree with you.”

“Hey, I didn't pull any triggers.”

“Yeah? You did something,” I mumbled as I stepped back down into the basement.

“You want to know what I did — what I really did?” She said. I glanced over at her. “I had lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice.” I wrinkled my eyebrows at her words. “So Trotter built it, and, man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger.”

I cocked an eyebrow, “That's it?”

“You don't get it. All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into Hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win.”

“And that's how it ends?”

Casey looked up at me, letting a beat of silence pass as she smirked, “No. That's how it begins.”

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Ellie’s POV

The address given to us by the bartender lead us to a house situated just outside of the busy downtown streets, nestled far back into a small patch of woods. Sam rolled the car to a stop as we glanced up at it.

“You know,” I began as we approached the house, “I’ve never hoped we’d catch Dean hooking up with a girl in my entire life.”

From the porch, we could clearly see inside the brightly lit house. I reached for the door handle, and to my surprise it slowly creaked open. I looked up to Sam, shrugging before we stepped inside.

“Dean?” Sam called out as we made our way around the first floor. Nothing seemed particularly out of place. Dishes were sat drying by the sink, a book was laid face down on the coffee table, shoes were left forgotten by the front door.

I was beginning to think we’d made a mistake, that Dean really had just abandoned his post to shack up with some bartender.

“Sam, maybe we’re just being paranoid,” I whispered, now worried we just broke into an innocent girls house.

Sam nodded slowly as he picked up a picture frame before setting it back down but not before spotting a small yellow pile of what looked like powder on the side table.

My heart sank at the familiar substance. I watched as Sam stuck a finger into it and lightly sniffed it, confirming what my gut was telling me it was. “Sulfur.”

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Dean’s POV

“So, demons take over,” I said, sitting on the floor across from Casey. At this point I was just entertaining myself as I waited for the help I was hoping would be coming fast. “I thought ‘the meek shall inherit the earth’.”

“Oh, according to your Bible,” she said. “It's only a book, Dean.”

“Not everyone would agree.”

“Because it's God's book?” She questioned before narrowing her eyes at me. “Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did.”

I shrugged, “I don't know. I'd like to.”

“Well, I don't see how you and your God, have done such a bang-up job. War, genocide — it's only getting worse. I mean, this past century, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us. It's our turn now, and we're gonna do it right this time.”

I watched her, unable to dispute everything she was saying. There were some truth to her words. A loud thud came from above us then. My head whipped upward, quickly coming to my feet as I gazed back up at the grate again.

“Don’t be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered,” Casey said from behind me. “It's only the wind.”

My shoulders dropped, wondering where the hell Sam and Ellie were.

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Ellie’s POV

I yanked open the bar door, Sam close on my heels as he spoke into his phone, leaving Bobby a voicemail, “Bobby, It's Sam. We got a big problem. I found some sulfur, and now we can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this.”

I spotted the bartender from across the room where he was polishing a glass. I slammed my palms down onto the bar-top. The bartender perked an eyebrow, watching me. “Hey, they weren't there.”

“I guess you got to catch your jollies another night,” he smirked before turning back to the bar and grabbed a shot glass. “Here. Why don't you have a drink...and relax?”

“Yeah, I don't want to relax!” I nearly shouted. “What is it with the people in this town?”

“Suit yourself, princess,” the bartender said as he downed the shot.

I shook my head, turning away from the man and throwing my arms out to Sam who was looking further down the bar, “Father.”

I followed his line of sight where Father Gil was nursing a glass. He smiled up at Sam and I, “Yes?”

Sam glanced to me, the two of us having a silent conversation. We knew him and Casey were somewhat close, maybe he’d know a thing or two about where they could be.

Sam cleared his throat, “Um...can we, can we talk to you for a sec?”

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Dean’s POV

I paced the small length of the cellar, “You know, you're piling it pretty high there, sweetheart. I'm not sure I'm buying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“Demons lie.”

Casey stood, “Some do. Some are true believers.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, “Believers in what?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What, you think humans have an exclusive on a higher power?”

I paused, “You have a god?”

“Sure. His name's Lucifer.”

“You mean the Devil?”

“Your word, not ours,” she said. “Lucifer actually means ‘light bringer’. Look it up. ‘Once he was the most beautiful of all God's angels, But God demanded that he bow down before Man, and when he refused, God banished him.’” She recited. “Tell me, Dean. How do you like bowing before lesser creatures?”

I watched her, more in shock than anything. I continued pacing around the devils trap. “Lucifer's really real?”

Casey hesitated for a split second, “Well, no one's actually seen him, but they say that he made us into what we are, and they say that he'll return.”

“Oh, yeah? And, uh, you believe that?”

“I've got faith,” she said. I hummed at the irony of these demons worshiping a god. “So, you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours?”

“Well, except that, uh, demons are evil.”

“…and humans are such a lovable bunch. Dick Cheney,” she gave as an example.

“He one of yours?”

A smirk played at Casey’s lips, “Not yet. Let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.”

I continued around the room, a question nagging me at the base of my skull, one I wasn’t sure I wanted answered. “Hey, speaking of downstairs...what's it like down there?”

“What, Hell?” She asked. Suddenly I wished I could’ve taken it back. Casey eyed me. “That's right. Your sister booked a one-way ticket with that deal. She’s not gonna like it, Dean. And, um, judging from the trouble she’s caused, I don't think she’ll be getting the presidential suite.”

I glanced up at her from across the room.

“No, it's a pit of despair,” she said. Something told me she was telling the truth. “Why do you think we want to come here?”

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Ellie’s POV

“So, the, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?” Sam asked as we sat beside Father Gil at the bar.

“Since she was in pigtails,” Father Gil confirmed.

“Well, um, she and our brother, they, uh…they...left, tonight,” I said, trying to explain our situation without having to outright say it. “Together.”

“Ah,” Father Gil nodded. “Well…not that I approve, but they are consenting adults.”

“Right-”

“I, I'm sorry. You said ‘brother’. I thought the three of you were insurance investigators?”

I quickly looked to Sam for some back up, “Right, right. Well, well we are. Um, it's like, it's like a family business, you know?”

“Ah,” Father Gil said again, still looking slightly puzzled.

I quickly changed the subject back to the pressing issue at hand, “Anyways, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. I- I just have this feeling that they...that they might be in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Just…trouble,” I said, knowing I couldn’t say too much unless I wanted to end up in a padded room. “Look, please, Father, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell us about Casey — anyplace she'd go, maybe?”

“Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket.”

Sam quickly held his hand out to Father Gil, “No, wait, wait, wait, Father. We can do this by ourselves-”

“Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about,” he said. Sam and I shared another look as Father Gil stood from the bar and slid on his black coat. He looked back at us, eyebrows raised. “Shall we go?”

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Dean’s POV

“Kind of funny, don't you think?” Casey said after a long silence had passed between us. I lifted one of my eyelids. “You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk.”

“Yeah, it's hilarious, you know, in that…apocalyptic sort of way.”

“You're alright, Dean. The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're — you're likable.”

I scoffed, shaking my head, “A demon likes me…sorry, I don't know how to respond to that.”

“You could say thanks,” she suggested. I leaned my head back against the wall behind me, letting myself drift off again.

“That deal your sister made to save Sam — a lot of others would mock her for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don’t.”

I thought about it the way I had been for months at this point. How desperate Ellie was to bring Sam back, how nothing I could’ve done would’ve stopped her from doing it short of getting to the crossroads myself first.

“Still, a year left,” Casey went on as if I needed reminding. “She seems pretty well rounded for someone who’s hellbound.”

“Will you shut up already?” I said, wanting her to drop the subject more than anything. I kept my eyes closed as Casey scoffed and mumbled something under her breath.

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Ellie’s POV

Father Gil’s old station wagon rattled even at the less than urgent pace he was driving through the town.

“So, insurance investigating,” Father Gil said after a while of silence. He glanced at Sam in the passenger seat and then to me in the rearview mirror. “You guys enjoy the work?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “I like being able to help people.”

“Ever think about doing anything else?”

“Like what?”

“Mmm, anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things.”

My eyes bounced from Father Gil to Sam who only shrugged, “I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess.”

“How about you?” He asked, watching me in the mirror.

I shifted on the cloth backseat, “I mean, it’s not easy but we do good work.”

“We’ll that’s what’s important,” he said. “So, Dean…does he find trouble often?”

Sam nodded, chuckling, “Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share.”

“Well, it's a good thing he has you two — his brother's keeper.”

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Dean’s POV

I watched as Casey stretched out across the devils trap in front of me. Laying on her back she reached her arms long and far above her head, arching her back.

“Why, Dean, if I didn't know better, I'd say that was lust in your eyes,” she said making me quickly look away. “Well, it would be one way to spend the time…but I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.”

“That's okay. I mean, hey, I barely respect you now,” I said, smiling. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Casey rolled over to her side, resting her head in her palm, “I'm an open book.”

“So, the gate opened. The demon army was let out. What now, huh? I'm not seeing a big, honking plan here.”

“Honestly, there was a plan. Azazel was a tyrant, but…he held us all together.”

I furrowed my eyebrows as Casey sat up, “Azazel?”

“What, you think his friends just called him ‘yellow eyes’? He had a name. After you did him in, it all fell apart.”

I suppressed a smirk, “Sorry about that. So, what? No chain of command?”

“There was. It was Sam,” she said. I thought about how close we were to losing him, how with one misstep we could’ve ended up in a much worse position. “Sam was supposed to be the grand pooh-bah and lead the big army, but…he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he?"

“Thank God for that.”

“Again with God,” she laughed. “You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown. Most of them gunning for your brother. For the record, I was ready to follow Sam. He was all the talk around town. All three of you were.”

I shook my head at her words and Casey narrowed her eyes at me, “What the demons wouldn’t give to get their hands on you, Dean Winchester.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, entertaining her. “Why me?”

“Why you?” She asked seriously. “You killed their one and only leader. They were so furious with you they couldn’t wait for you to go selling your soul like some crack whore. You’re the one they all placed their bets on to bring Sam back.”

I sat up a little straighter at her words, “So, all the demons in this…army, want my head on a stick?”

“You bet,” she said. “When Ellie beat you to the punchline the demons were disappointed. But hey, one’s better than none am I right?”

My mind began to race, going a million miles an hour. How had I not thought of this before?

“So, these crossroad deals,” I began, “they’re set in stone?”

Casey’s eyes danced over me as if she knew where I was going with this. “Depends what you’re bringing to the table. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

My heart rate quickened at the thought of maybe getting Ellie out of her deal: by giving the demons what they’ve wanted all along.

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Ellie’s POV

Finally, after what felt like hours, Father Gil’s car rolled to a stop outside of what looked like a monastery that hadn’t been occupied in decades. Green vines snuck their way up and down the outside, windows were smashed.

“Dean?!” I shouted once we got out of the car, rounding the building. “Dean!”

“You go that way,” Sam instructed Father Gil. Sam and I rounded the building, still calling his name when suddenly and faintly, we heard a shout back.

“Ellie!” It yelled. “Sam! Down here!”

Sam and I quickly followed Dean’s voice to a small grate hidden under tall grass. Once we pushed it away, we could clearly see him looking up at us. “Dean?”

“The basement caved in!”

I sighed in relief knowing that he was okay, “Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming. We’re here with the Father.”

We watched as Dean glanced over his shoulder before looking back up at us, “Be careful.”

Sam and I stood from the ground, turned to go back to the front of the building when the sight of Father Gil blocking our way stopped us.

“Father Gil?” Sam called to him. He only smiled back, his eyes turning black.

We hardly had time to react when a gunshot rang through the air and blew the head off of an angel statue just inches from Father Gil.

Sam and I quickly looked to our right where Bobby was standing a few yards away, the Colt in hand. Father Gil simply turned, and with a flick of his hand threw Bobby across the lawn and into concrete column.

Sam reached around him for our only defense on us: a small flask of holy water when the demon threw us through the air too. I landed hard on my back on the hood of Father Gil’s car, the unmistakable sound of glass from the windshield crunching under my weight.

Sam slowly stood from the ground beside the car where he’d been thrown. I slowly rolled off the car, the two of us quickly making our way to Bobby who was sitting up, looking around.

“Bobby, you alright?” Sam asked. Bobby only nodded. “How did you know where we—”

Bobby cut Sam off, shoving the Colt into his hands, “Go!”

“You heard the man,” a voice from behind us said. I turned, confused to a blonde woman standing beside the car. “Go.”

“Who the hell are you?” I questioned when Sam put a hand on my shoulder, steering me back toward the monastery.

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Dean’s POV

I waited impatiently in the basement after what sounded like a gun going off outside when dust began to filter in through the caved in stairs. The debris was shifting, someone pushing down on it until finally they made their way through, Father Gil stumbling into the basement.

His black eyes were the first thing I saw. I ran toward him but only made it a few steps before I was flung backwards across the room and thrown against the far wall.

I groaned, holding my side as Father Gil and Casey locked eyes. He advanced toward her when she held her hands out to him in a warning, “Stop!"

He abruptly halted, looking down at the devils trap peeking from under the rug Casey was standing on. Father Gil kneeled, brought his fist up and slammed it down into the concrete, successfully breaking the trap.

Casey beamed, embracing him before they began full-on making out. I stumbled to my feet, eyebrows cinched, “You two?”

“For centuries,” Father Gil said when they finally pulled away. “We've been to hell and back. Literally.”

Suddenly, he reached his hand out, grasping me by my throat as he lifted me from the ground.

“Leave him be. Don't kill him,” Casey begged him. I brought my own hand up, trying to pry his hand away. “Let's just go. Please.”

Father Gil glanced at her just as black spots started to float around my vision. I kicked my legs, praying for a miracle. That was when a shot rang out through the room. I instantly dropped to the floor, holding my throat, watching Father Gil fall to the floor as the demon inside him flickered red. A gunshot in the middle of his chest.

Sam was standing at the bottom of the stairs, the Colt in hand, Ellie right beside him. I watched as Sam cocked the Colt again, this time at Casey.

“Sam, wait!” I shouted, but I wasn’t quick enough. The bullet hit Casey square in the middle of her stomach, sending her sprawling to the ground beside Father Gil.

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Ellie’s POV

“Well, what do you think, Bobby?” I said as we stepped from the diner and onto the bustling sidewalk. Somehow we’d convinced Sam and Dean to take care of the bodies left behind at the monastery. “About what we did here, you think it made a difference?”

Bobby shrugged, “Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes over at him against the sun beating down on us, “Yeah, but Trotter's still alive.”

“Humans ain't our job,” he said simply.

I nodded slowly as we began to cross the road. I looked around at the people in Elizabethville who still looked as lost as ever, “Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is a losing battle.”

Bobby stopped me, “Is that you or that demon girl talking?”

“Oh, it's me. Demon is dead, and so is that hot girl it was possessing.”

“Well, had to be done,” he said. “Sam was saving Dean’s life.”

“Yeah, but you didn't see it, Bobby. It was cold,” I said. Something in Sam’s eyes in that moment made my stomach turn. I couldn’t help but think about what the yellow eyed demon had said to me back at the Devil’s Gate. Something I tried so hard to brush off but couldn’t seem to. “Bobby.”

“Yeah?”

I hesitated, digging my nails into my palm, “Back in Wyoming…there was this moment. Yellow Eyes said something to me.”

Bobby suddenly looked concerned, “What'd he say?”

I swallowed roughly, knowing that saying it out loud would make it all the more real, “That maybe when…Sam came back from well, wherever…that maybe he came back different.”

“Different how?”

“I don't know. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good,” I said. “You think…think something's wrong with my brother?”

“No. Demons lie. I'm sure Sam's okay,” he said. But from one bad liar to another, I could see right through it. Bobby seemed to be just as concerned as I was.

I felt my bottom lip being worried between my top teeth as I slowly nodded, trying to convince myself for the time being that I believed what I was saying, “Yeah. Yeah, you're right.”

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Sam’s POV

I threw my duffel bag onto the top of the motel bed, running my hands down my face when the motel door opened.

“Leaving so soon?” I whipped around to where Ruby was standing in the doorway. I glanced toward the bathroom where I could still hear Dean’s shower running. “We haven't even had a chance to celebrate.”

“Yeah, well you can celebrate without me.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, shutting the door behind her, “You're not gonna get all pouty on me now, are you? Come on! You killed two demons today.”

I watched as she rounded me and sat at the end of Dean’s bed. “Yeah, well, maybe you don't care, but I killed two humans, too.”

“Sam, you know what happens when demons piggyback humans. They leave them rode hard and put up wet. Chances are those two would have died a slow, sticky death. You probably did them a favor.”

“Did them a favor? You're a cold bitch, you know that?”

“Yeah, and this cold bitch has saved your ass a couple of times now. Some respect would be nice,” she spat. I turned back to my duffel bag, throwing my shirts inside when I spotted the Colt, sitting on the bed. “Especially if you want me to help you out with Ellie and her little problem.”

I gripped the Colt behind me as I turned back to her, “You know what? You keep dangling that, but last I checked, Ellie’s still going to Hell.”

“Everything in its own time, Sam. But there’s a quid pro quo here. We're in a war.”

"Right. But for some reason, you're fighting on our team. Now, tell me, why is that again?”

“Go screw yourself, that's why.”

“Oh I see,” I said, shaking my head incredulously.

“I don't have to justify my actions to you, Sam. If you don't want my help, fine. Then give me the gun and I'll pass it on to someone who will use it.”

I looked at it in my hand before cocking it and pointing it at her, “Maybe I'll just use it on you.”

“Go ahead, if that makes you happy. It's not gonna do much for Ellie, though,” she said as she stood and took a step forward, letting the barrel of the gun rest at the base of her neck. “So, what's it gonna be, hmm?”

I weighed my options, clenching my jaw once I knew I didn’t have many. She was our only shot, our only chance of getting Ellie out of this deal. I uncocked the gun, and pulled it away from her chest.

“Ah hah. That's my boy,” she smiled. “This won't be easy, Sam. You're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. There'll be collateral damage…but, it has to be done.”

“Well, I don't have to like it.”

“No. You wouldn't be Sam if you did,” she said. I turned my back to her, still gripping tightly onto the gun. “On the bright side, I'll be there with you. That little fallen angel on your shoulder.”

My heart sank, wondering how the hell my life has gotten to this point.

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New adopted oc! Her previously owner and creator gave it away to adoption and i took her in, can’t let a beautiful oc like her to go to waste/deleted/erased!

This beautiful but deadly oc was adopted by me and she will be in the mafia crew AU Alfa-beta-omega ONLY!

Can’t wait to draw her! Her red eyes are stunning, black long hair and dark hound ears, dark skin, her pet is a dog! Just look at her, i’m very happy having her in my AU!

More information about Abigail according to her previously owner/artist: Abigail has the red strings (of fear).

She’s the leader of the hell hounds (plus eldest)

She has a big dog(hell hound but I don’t have a ref of the dog) that she always loves and she loved during around life time. Her crimes were murdering innocent people with her dog and how she died was being buried alive with her dog.

Thank you for understanding! 🌹

Coming soon i hope, my new oc…

Well, they are my ocs so i better start to work on them 🙂😲 can’t wait 😁

Lets start with their backstory and past:

Yoldeing the cat: Is Bella best friend and like a big sister, they know each other since day one, they were born at the same hospital. Nobody knows Yoldeing real parents since mister Tomoshi, found her abandoned in the crib after only 3 days…also Bella is half japanese, that’s why Yoldeing decide to learn japanese.

The fire lady (Ruby): Ruby is a spirit of fire, they lived with people in peace since no one can really see them, however one boy, Silver can see her perfectly…At his six birthday, a fire started in the room where he and others kids played; that event left a mark on the poor boy and a big scare. Silver was afraid of her since she reminds him of the past however one night an half human-spirit Ruby appears at his door, asking him for help…Now, Silver must help Ruby get into her world before she disappear completely!

Silver: Silver, is a hot white hair boy, who has no care in the world, he is a strong and free person. He has a guitar and his love is “Mona” a red motor scooter. His father is one of the richest men since it’s a family business for generations…However he is not interested in such boring things, Silver is a dreamer!

Bella the cat: As a family, Bella has her parents and her younger brother, also she has an aunt (she was adopted; sister of Bella mother) that is a fox with 9 kids (Blue is one of them and Bella cousin)…Her best friend is Yoldeing the cat. The rest of her past is N/A

It’s time to meet another new adopted oc: Rocky flame, she is much more like a candle with flame 😅 Rocky flame smells like vanilla… Her friends are Dandelion the white flower and Muffy, Rocky flame doesn’t like Amstran the moon dancer too much because she thinks that he is like a bad omen…

I have bad news: My black marker died on me recently 😧Nooo!😣

Also fact about my ocs: Layla has the left eye green while the right is blue, she bleed black ink and her tears are red as blood! Also she has a double personality!

Bella the cat: She has yellow eyes, and in her pink hair has some green hair, so yes, her hair has 2 colors even that in her family no one has green hair, also her silver moon earrings are important to her, it was a gift from her grandmother!

Diamond suffers from memory lost, she can’t remember a part of her childhood, she is part cat because her mother was a cat…and Diamond is shy and insecure, her cat part is brave and loves adventures…other then that she has my personality because before becoming an oc it was my persona…

I might talk about my adopted ocs such as Luna the moon demon and Elly the snow cat…

Luna the moon demon is actually a reflection of the moon called the moon child in many mythical stories… She has been born from all the events that was happening on full moon from decades ago, Luna only appears on full moon, but there are rare moon fenomens like the super moon/ blood moon, the moon of vampires etc that emphasize her true form and it’s not a pretty sign…She loves the moon eclipse, it’s her favorite time! Originally, she was created to protect the ones who were lost at night but that changed due in time! Now, she is just a moon demon!

Elly the snow cat: She along with her family is a descendent from the big cats that lived in the ice Age. Elly loves cold, she is a cold person, not many likes her, she is always sad! She hates Summer only because of the heat, she loves Winter! On Winter Elly wears often a swimsuit and takes baths in the frozen lake! All of her family calls her ice princess, her favorite movie is Frozen!

Should i create some children for my ocs ship? 🤔😥

Update:

Bella the cat with Vincent the rock star have a boy named Winchester Victor born on May 11

Silver and Ruby: the fire lady have a boy, his name is Shun born on March 7 and adopted Flame

Monica with Nick: a girl, her name is Felicia born on January 20

Diamond has 2 girls, they are non identical twins and is a single mother… Amy and Anna, both born on October 17

Amber the lost angel and Miya the rightful angel adopted a girl: Grace (grey eyes and blond hair) born on April the first

Layla has Calliope born on December 12 , her father is unknown

Blue the fox with Elly the cat has Phoebe (fox) born on June 10 and Martin (cat) born on July 5, Phoebe is 2 years older then Martin

Tommie the farmer cat and Eleonora the raimbow joy: Amstran the moon dancer and his little sister Cleo born on November 4

Name: Silver

Gender: Male

Backstory: N/A

Hair color: white

Eyes color: Green

Relation: In love with Ruby:the fire lady

Family: Two sister and their father

Favourite color: Green

Favourite season: Winter

Age:19

Name: Blue the fox

Gender: Boy

Species: It’s a foxy…i hope that i can draw it

Backstory: N/A

Eyes color: Red

Hair: short and pink

Family: Only parents

Favourite color: Red

Favourite season: Spring

Age: 21

Name: Bella

Species: Cat

Eyes color: Yellow

Hair color:Pink with green

Backstory: N/A

Family: Her cousins, mother and her grandfather

Favourite season: autumn

Favourite color:Pink

Ok, it’s time for a new oc that i love it…her name is Layla and yes…i will use 2 of my names so i use them when i want it 😅 but still i’m the same person that has the same boring ocs or not…actually no one knows their story so…i always wanted a different oc now i have it…Unlike Karina/Dolor that it’s a shadow of revenge that love misery and feels hate, this oc likes to mess up with rituals, a cute little blond that is adorable at first can kill you in a secunde…and yes she has a tail, that doesn’t often shows it…😅

Drippi the mouse of heart INFO:

Drippi is a yellow mouse having a twin sister…Because he is special (has a red heart shape in his fur) no one likes him that much, not even his family! Drippi only friend was Faith the head rabbit before Faith was killed and come back to life as a head! Drippi doesn’t know about his friend condition, he only knows that Faith disappeared and that he has to find him! Drippi end up in the Cartoon Town where he meets Diamond and now Diamond has a friend, the city is big and dangerous… will Drippi find his lost pal?

Faith:Let me tell a story about two brothers and a crime…

About Faith the head rabbit: Faith was 18 years old (means 1 and half year in our years because rabbits has short lifes) when his jealous older brother decapited him…

But that night it was a full blue moon, when his spirit meet this demon girl Luna the moon demon!

So, they made a contract, Luna giving him the power to turn back time that’s why his eyes looks like clocks…

But making a contract with a demon there are consequences you must pay!

Now Faith the head rabbit must spend his eternity as a head taking care of Luna the moon demon as her butler!

Ok, so after the poll that i’ve made looks like some of you want more information about my ocs! You can still vote helping me making the blog a little more spicy! Lool! Also thank you so much for the support, any piece of advice is welcome here!

Today i’m for my male ocs:

Vincent the rock star

Tommie the farmer cat

Faith the head rabbit

Hester the photo marksmen

+ one more…

Vincent the rock star:

He was born on July 14, family has his father that is his mentor, his mother died when he was 11 years old! Vincent has his mother voice but loves rock music that comes from his father so he decide to become a rock star singer! He meet Bella the cat at one of his concerts, so they become an item!

2. Tommie the farmer cat

Born in September 6, he was an ordinary cat owned by a family of farmers in a town where strange things happens! He is a lovely and single dad at the age 21 having a pumpkin son…strange things happens and when magic gets involves nothing is the same!

3. Faith the head rabbit

Faith the head rabbit was a royal happy rabbit till one night when he got murdered!

He had 3 (2 older and 1 younger) brothers and 2 young sisters, born in April 10! He makes a deal with Luna the moon demon and so his past become history!

4. Hester the photo marksmen

Hester is a creature made from artists desire, he has 2 faces (one happy and the other sad), likes poems and drama books! He is a misterious and charming man, that has 2 voices (one sounds happy and the other sounds sad)…He is an expert in taking and making photos also using his powers he can make every photo become real!

That is all for today!

#my ocs #my adopted oc #info #information #old

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years

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Can you say some tips about making an OC? Thank you in advance 🥰

Hi Dear! Okay so I know that this is a few days old at least... to be completely honest, I know that some people are like you need to know all the things about your OC before you start. I’ve seen character pages that include shit like “What’s their favorite color?” and I HATE that cause ya wanna know what my favorite color is? I don’t even know. Some days it’s that burnt orange that’s so popular during the fall and other days it’s a deep wine purple that makes me feel like I am royalty in the modern age still other days it’s the dark green that is reminiscent of forests. It changes so freaking much! So what do I think about creating an OC? Well, I have been really lucky in that Natasha was created as I wrote the story and all I had to do was listen to her when she told me her name. I have a series I am working on in the background where the OC is named Danielle “Dani” and she actually came to me saying “Hi my name is Skittles and I go with REDACTED story,” and that’s all I got from her at first.

So the first thing I did was tell @stiles-o-dylan24 that I was going to do a thing. I was telling her about a few things actually and it confused her.

So I am gonna focus on Skittles and how she is evolving because Natasha I don’t think counts. I mean she totally still is an OC but I am ASSUMING that you mean an OC you know is an OC before you start writing?

There have been a few things that she told me like

She is terrified of thunderstorms

She is helplessly in love with X person and at some point she yells at this person “Yes X! I would whore myself out to the devil himself if it meant saving you and I wouldn’t regret a second of it.” so that’s gonna be interesting to see how that evolves

She’s about 5 ft which is hilarious cause the people she spends the most amount of time with are a solid foot taller than she is

Alright so let’s go with what I have found useful:

I have this theory (that many people have I am sure) that Oc’s are just parts of us that we painstakingly carve out and give life to. So here are my tips

Don’t feel like you have to know EVERYTHING about your character before you start writing.

Ask yourself what story you’re trying to tell and then figure out where in that story your character fits. Are they the hero, the anti-hero, the villain- there are so many things that they could be but you have to figure out where you want them to fit.

Know some of the personality traits.

What are some of the good, what are some of the bad and how can their good be turned into bad and their bad be turned into good?

What I mean here is if they are loyal(usually a good thing) can they be so loyal that they become blind to the reality in front of them of the person they are loyal to?

But don’t make them archetypes (Unless you want them to be an archetype which then you probably have to do that gross character sheet i was talking about earlier)

Remember that humans are not black or white and a good character isn’t either. I like to think of the ex of Snape here because regardless of which camp you fall under - Rowling was able to create a character that was morally grey and truthfully, people seem to love the idea of him at the very least

is this set an AU where there is magic or supernatural creatures? Then you need to know where on that spectrum your OC is and how good they are. - but it has to make sense!

EX: if you are going the magic route and your character is 17 it’s not likely that they’re going to be the best magician ever (unless you go the Chosen One direction but then that’s a whole new set of mess)

I do think you may wanna have a general idea of their physical description and age.

For height, this is because if you’re writing that your character is short in one chapter and can’t reach something but can then easily grab something higher in another chapter, you can lose the audience.

For age, it is going to affect how you write the character. Regardless of what people say a 15-year-old does not have the same thinking process as an 18-year-old and then it gets even more complex in their 20′s (early vs late// dating vs single vs married)

If your character is disabled in ANY way, shape or form, that you are NOT FAMILIAR with, you ABSOLUTELY MUST MUST MUST think about this before hand. There was a series on PRIME that my sisters and I watched where the character supposedly had a bad leg but like... where one minute she’s dragging herself the next she was running? We finished the series only because it was so awful.

That being said if it is a disability you are familiar with (in that you have it or someone you live with) I would still caution you to do research because not every case is the same.

BACKGROUND!! Gosh freaking damn it I hate this part so much and let me tell you that Skittles’ background isn’t even fully done but I have some stuff in there... But this one is important because it’s going to shape how your character views the world.

This one you do have to do a bit of research to figure out what certain things look like. Think Dean Winchester here- he was conditioned from a young age that Sammy was his responsibility and that he had to take care of Sammy so as he’s gotten older that has been a key part of his identity /// he was told he was a soldier and never encouraged to be more so he became a soldier and the nerdy kid who could make an EMF out of an old beat-up walkman doesn’t ever think he’ll be anything more than a high school drop out.

this is so important, TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT! Now you may be thinking, but Letters, why would I do that? Well remember how I told you that I told Ellie?

Well now Ellie has been able to help me understand my character a bit better. I had a moment where I was like... I really want this for her and for them and I think it would be so freaking cute but like... it doesn’t make sense? And she was like... Actually, it does. You could make it work so that when she tries it doesn’t work so then she gets more pissed at X about it and I was just like... that actually works beautifully in not only the story but in who Skittles is?

Telling someone forces you to figure out things about your character more than just a vague idea forces you to learn something more.

Tagging: @stiles-o-dylan24 @nicole-lynne @mummybear @dreamwritesimagines @mrs-mitch-rapp93 who also have amazing stories with very fleshed out OC’s or readers in their stories..

Hope this helped!!

#Lettersofwrittencollective fic #come run away with me #nonnie questions #OC's #oc's and stuff #original character #story building

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georgialouisea · 6 years

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Always The Hero

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam, ocs.

Word Count - 1246

Warnings - Angst, character death, hospitals, injuries.

Square Filled - Construction Worker AU.

Written for @spnangstbingo

SPN Angst Bingo Masterlist

Folding the last of the laundry you were finally on top of everything the house was clean, dinner was on for the boys when they got home. Running upstairs you hopped in the shower, changing into the closest pair of jeans and a grey v neck you grabbed everything you needed for work holding on until the last possible second to see the boys after school.

“Hi, Mom.” Oscar smiled as he dumped his backpack by the door.

“Hi, darling where’s your brother?”

“Sayin’ bye to Charlotte.”

“Oh really?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah.”

“He still thinks I don’t know about her right?” At 17 he was more than happy to tell you about his younger brother’s love life.

He flopped down onto the couch with a smirk. “Yep, no idea.”

Leaning down you kissed his cheek. “Dinner is on low, your Dad will be home at six, call me if you need anything or-”

“Extension two zero seven, I’ve got it, see ya tomorrow Mom!”

“Bye Mom!” Jake waved from the curb as you drove away.”

Tonight was already the shift from hell, everything that could’ve gone wrong did, computers broke, traumas were none stop and patients were especially nauseous this evening. After maybe your fifth change of scrubs you reached for your phone only to find your pocket empty, circling back you headed towards the lockers to check in with the boys.

29 Missed Calls.

Hitting redial your nails tapped against the countertop as you waited to hear your son’s voice.

“Mom its Dad he’s not home and he won’t answer his phone, Uncle Sam won’t either.”

“Okay calm down, he’s probably gone out for a drink with Uncle Sam, let me know if he’s not home in the next hour okay?”

“Okay.”

“See you later baby.”

“Bye Mom.”

Dialling Dean’s number it went straight to voicemail, Sam’s too, they were probably having a drink.

“Y/N, we need you huge trauma coming in.” Ellie patted your back. “Gas explosion it’s a whole lotta nasty.” Throwing the stethoscope around her neck she ran towards the ER.

Stuffing your phone in your pocket you followed her, running into complete chaos the ER was full of men and women nearly all of them with burns and shrapnel embedded in them.

“Winchester! A little help over here.” Dr Novak called you over towards a trauma room.

“What do we have?” Walking into the room your heart stopped, Sam lay on the bed blood covering his chest and face.

“Winchester! Y/N! Doctor Winchester!” Cas shouted at you as he worked on Sam.

“Sam, what the hell happened?” Walking towards him he looked at you with wide eyes, his hand reaching out for you, taking his hand he squeezed it hard. “I’m here Sam, I’m here.”

“Sam your brother in law Sam?” Cas asked, answering him with a nod he focused back on Sam. “I’ve got this, you can stay with him.

Sam grunted squeezing your hand. “Just try to stay still okay?” He grunted again reaching a hand up to drag away the oxygen mask. Settling it back over his nose and mouth you moved his hand away. “Stop it and let Dr Novak help you.”

Coughing he squeezed your hand. “Dean.” He wheezed out. “Dean.”

“What where is he?”

Sav waved his hand towards trauma 3. “Go.” He coughed.

Castiel looked up at you. “He’ll be fine, go find your husband.”

Pulling your hand away from Sam’s you leaned down kissing his cheek. Wiping the tears from your cheeks you left Sam in Cas’ capable hands, walking towards trauma 3 you took a deep breath steadying yourself before you walked in, opening the door Ellie looked up at you.

“You got here quick I only paged cardio seconds ago.”

“I, I’m not.” Walking towards them your hand took Dean’s blood covered hand, he was in a much worse state than Sam, he had multiple lacerations, metal embedded in his chest, and an obviously broken arm with an exposed bone which Ellie was working on stopping the bleeding.

“Y/N, I need a cardio consult.” She looked up to see your palm cupping his cheek.

“Baby it’s going to be okay, Ellie has you, you’re gonna be okay.” Smiling down at him is hand covered yours on his cheek.

Ellie stood up straighter looking at you. “Y/N, is this Dean?”

Nodding you didn’t look away from your husband. “What the hell happened?”

Pulling at his oxygen mask your hand stopped him. “Don’t.”

“Explosion.” He croaked.

“Why are you so much worse than Sammy?”

Squeezing his eyes shut he took a shaky breath, looking at you with those green eyes you fell in love with he tried to smile. “Had to get the crew out.”

Letting his hand go your hands moved to his chest. “Y/N, you can’t work on your husband.” Ellie kept her voice low as she walked towards you.

“You paged cardio, cardio’s here.”

“Y/N…”

“Either you get another surgeon in here or I’m not stopping, Dean what happened?”

“We were workin’ on the new housing estate… I got everyone out… then there was a second one.” He wheezed.

“Jones go page for an emergency cardio consult for Dr Winchester’s husband, go now and don’t return without a surgeon with you,” Ellie ordered the intern in the room.

Dean’s hand stopped your movement across his chest. “Sweetheart, the boys.”

“I’ll call them, they’re at home, they’ll be okay.”

Squeezing your hand he looked up at you.” How am I lookin’?” He tried to look down at your other hand on his chest.

“I need you to stay still and keep breathing for me okay?”

“Y/N.” Ellie pulled you away from Dean.

“Get Curtis down here now, I’m not leaving him.” Taking Dean’s hand your palm cupped his cheek. “Why do you always need to be the hero, why couldn’t you just get yourself out?”

He smiled at you. “They have kids.”

“So do you.”

Dr Curtis walked into the room. “And what do we have in here.”

“Y/N’s husband.”

Dean’s smile faltered slightly, his blinks slowing.

“Dean, Dean look at me.” Patting his cheek his eyes found yours.

“Tell the boys I love them and you, I love you.” Smiling at you his eyes rolled back in his head as Dr Curtis ripped you away from your husband, Ellie’s arms wrapped around you keeping you from running towards the man you loved as you watched Dr Curtis shock him in between CPR.

After twenty minutes with no heartbeat, he called it, called it on your husband's life, sinking to the floor Ellie went with you, cradling your head against her chest as you cried.

Dean was gone, the love of your life was gone, the father of your children was gone, the man you were supposed to spoil your grandbabies with was gone.

It wasn't until months later when the true scale of the explosions was realised, 4 people lost their lives including Dean, all due to a non disclosed fault six months before they broke ground. Dean saved twenty six people’s lives, pulled two out of the rubble and carried them towards the ambulances, a job he shouldn’t have done, a job for the firefighters attending the scene, a job he felt he needed to do. A job that would sign his death certificate and a job that would see his daughter never meet her father.

Forever Taglist -

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@akshi8278 @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @dramaqueenrolf @itsallaboutthedean @shadowysandwichcreator @amillionfandoms-onlyoneme @lisssays @ruprecht0420 @hobby27 @05spn18 @stevieboyharrington @aussiefangirlwolfy @destiel-equals-life @waywardrose13 @supernatural13-13 @vickyfarley @musiclovinchic93 @spnskinnyballs @adoptdontshoppets @flamencodiva @parksandrecmyass @brightestflame @hhiggs

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sarimaposthumous · 6 years

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The High Priestess Chapter 2

TITLE: The High Priestess CHAPTER NUMBER: 2/? AUTHOR: SarimaPosthumous GENRE: Supernatural FIC SUMMARY: Jenny is an OC set in the Supernatural universe. She has owned a bar called the High Priestess for nine years and has managed to carve out her own niche in the hunting world. Everything changes when the two notorious hunters show up in her life after she’s managed to avoid them. RATING: M (Violence) WARNINGS: Slight Season 14 Spoilers AUTHORS NOTES: Flashbacks take place around Season 5, however, it mostly takes place in the present. There is collaboration between @spnjediavenger in our fics as our Original Characters cross paths from time to time. Please provide feedback!

Chapter 1

“Elliana!” I exclaimed as she ran passed Sam and Dean Winchester to give me a hug. “You’ve certainly changed,” I gently grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the back. She looked behind her and shook her head so Sam and Dean wouldn’t follow us. I pulled her into my office as they settled at the bar. “Look Elliana, I am glad you’re here, but I had asked you not to bring the Winchesters.”

Ellie closed her eyes and let out a sigh before responding. "I know, I’m sorry. But with everything that’s been happening the past couple years, they weren’t exactly taking 'no' for an answer!” she said with exasperation tracing her features. "I really do love them, but their protectiveness really gets annoying sometimes," she continued.

I too let out a sigh and motioned for her to sit down as I sat down next to her. “It’s okay, I’m not upset with you. They were bound to find out about this place one way or another.” I paused, “So what brings you guys here? Is it the whole Michael situation?”

A small smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah the Winchesters are a bit hard to avoid these days," she laughed lightly. "But yes. It seems like everything we do and everything we try, we come up with nothing. And we know you have a big hunter network."

I ran my fingers through my long hair. “Well, I haven’t heard anything about him through grapevine...at least not since he left Dean. All I know is that there are monsters gathering and waiting for him to return.” I paused to look at Elianna. I could tell that the mere mention of Michael and Dean had made her uneasy. It was evident that it was a rough time for her.

It had been around 9 years since I had last seen her, and she’s certainly matured since then. She was only 13 and had already been on a few hunts when we first officially met. A year prior to this she came across the High Priestess scrawny as ever before Shane had passed, but Shane could not convince her to stay. She only returned when she thought the Winchesters abandoned her. So, she set out and continued hunting until she came across the High Priestess where I informed her that Sam and Dean were looking for her. Elliana stayed for a few days to decide whether or not she would try to find them. I tried convincing her otherwise considering they had just gotten Ellen and Jo killed while hunting Lucifer, but she was stubborn and went to find them anyway.

Looking at her now, her tall figure became a bit more muscular from nearly a decade of hunting. She was anxiously fidgeting with the keychain she keeps hooked to her belt loop. I vaguely recalled her seeing her with it when we first met. Bags had formed under her eyes from the current struggles she and the Winchesters were dealing with, but her dark brown eyes still had that small spark in them. This made me hopeful that she was keeping the bright side in mind and hope that things will turn around. She still kept her dark brown hair cut short to frame her face.

“Frankly, I’m surprised you’re still alive and made it this far with them,” I joked knowing full well she more than capable of taking care of herself.

Ellie smiled at this comment. “The Winchesters may get caught in some pretty crazy shit – I’ll give you that. But it’s only because they try to do what’s right,” she replied, glancing fondly towards the door. “But I don’t think I’d be alive if I didn’t go with them. I’m sure Shane must have told you I had some marks on my head too…” her last sentence hung in the air for a bit as she remembered the circumstances that had brought her into hunting all those years ago. She lowered her eyes for a moment before snapping her attention back to me. “They sure attract trouble sometimes, but damn do I love them. They, Cas, and Jack are my family,” she continued with a loving smile.

I nodded. “That’s a fair point, I’m just glad you’re still alive. Let’s go see what they’re up to.” I followed Elliana out of the office and we found the Winchesters playing pool. “Sam and Dean Winchester. I see you’ve finally found this place.” I signaled to Elise to bring two more beers for myself and Elliana.

Sam looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed quizzically. “I just don’t understand how we haven’t heard of this place yet.”

Raising a brow, I retorted “perhaps you’re not as smart as you think you are.” I had to keep myself from laughing at Dean’s incredulous expression. Waving my hand, I smiled. “I’m kidding! Honestly, I’ve gone out of my way to ensure this place stays off your radar.”

“What did we do to you?” Dean asked, slightly offended.

“Well, it’s because the Winchesters have a tendency to get any hunter who works with them killed. Hell, my predecessor Shane lived solely because he didn’t go on that hunting trip with your father and Bill Harvelle. So, I’ve asked any hunters or patrons in general to avoid talking about this place if they run into you.” Elise arrived with the beers and I handed one to Ellianna. “How much have you told them about this place, Ellianna?” I asked before taking a sip.

She politely refused the beer, so Dean took it from Elise. Ellie looked at me and said, “Thanks, but I don’t drink.”

“I still don’t know how we get along,” Dean joked, smirking at her and nudging her elbow causing her to roll my eyes and turned back to me. “Honestly, I haven’t told them too much. I knew you and Shane wanted to keep it under wraps so I was just vague up till now. When I mentioned how I came into the life, I didsay I got some help from the owner of a bar, but I didn’t specify anything else,” she shrugged.

“Wait,” Sam interjected. “That was thisplace?”

Ellie nodded, “Shane and Jenny helped me a lot in the beginning. Even though I didn’t stick around for long.”

“I know you don’t exactly have a high opinion of us,” Sam said as he turned to me. “But thank you for being there for Ellie. I’m grateful she had someone to trust in the beginning,” he finished, throwing a loving, brotherly smile towards Elliana.

I nodded at Sam and raised my beer before taking another sip.

“So, Jenny, how did you and Shane get into the hunting business?” Dean asked. “Same as anyone else,” I shrugged my shoulders. The trio looked at me expectantly. “...Tragedy.” They continued to stare. Sighing, I signaled for them to follow me to a table in the back corner. As we settled in, Elise brought Ellie some water.

Clearing my throat I explained how some demons targeted my family and Shane saved me, but one of them escaped. Then that same demon came and killed Shane. He left the business to me and I revamped it by turning the entire bar into a safe room. “Don’t let the rustic, wooden panels fool you, underneath it all is solid iron and salt. It’s also completely warded so that any supernatural creature that comes in here is powerless save for their physical strength.”

Dean whistled, and Sam looked impressed. “How did you afford all of this?” Dean asked. “I also trade and procure priceless artifacts...as long as no one gets hurt other than the buyer who knows and accepts all of the risks,” I said. “And of course, Bobby helped me plan this,” I mentioned.

This surprised Sam and Dean. “I’m still surprised we haven’t run into you or heard of you,” Sam said. I looked over at Ellie and she remained quiet. She and I both knew it wasn’t our place to discuss Shane’s misfortunes, so I changed the subject. “As for why you’re here, “I continued, “I haven’t heard anything new about Michael. Just that his monsters are waiting for him to return.” This unsettled the Winchesters. “Is that the only reason you’re in town or is there something else?”

"That was most of it," Ellie spoke up. "We were picking up a couple cases with Jack since we haven’t been able to do anything about Michael. But now we're gonna hang around Cleveland for a few days because I finally convinced everyone to take a break for once – especially Jack. He works too hard trying to prove himself. It’s about time he had some fun.”

Sam and Dean smirked at Ellie’s mention of Jack eliciting an annoyed huff from her before she continued. “Seriously, I swear you guys are 5 years old!” She replied exasperated as she rolled her eyes before taking a drink of the water that was set in front of her.

I laughed at Ellie’s increasingly red cheeks as she stared at her water. It was getting later in the night, and the patrons were dwindling. “Well if you’re going to stay in town you are welcome to stay here if not, you’re welcome anytime.”

“No, we should be getting back to the motel, I’m sure Jack misses Ellie. God forbid they stay apart too long,” Dean smirked. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” Sam said as I exchanged numbers with the three of them.

“Also, let me know if you need help with a hunt. Either I can pitch in or I can send someone else,” I conceded.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dean winked at me as I rolled my eyes at his impish grin.

The trio headed out the door, but Sam paused before exiting. “Actually, as I’m sure you’ve heard, we’re missing Nick. You haven’t heard from him at all have you?” I paused before shaking my head. “Well if you hear from him can you give us a holler?” I nodded in response and watched them leave the bar.

Letting out a sigh, I walked back to my office as Padma yelled out the last call. The truth was I had seen Nick and knew what he was doing as I had been helping him. But he was adamant that I not disclose his whereabouts to the Winchesters, so I respected his wishes. Little did I know, he was on his way.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #dean winchester #sam winchester #lucifer #nick #luciifer/nick #the high priestess #original character #spn #spnfanfic #spnfanfiction #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #winchester #the family business #winchesters

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berettajane · 6 years

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Think Twice (before you touch my girl)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Ellie Winchester (OC), Dickbag Dylan (OC)

Word Count: 1,048

Summary: Dean tries to protect his daughter from an asshole she wants to date, but he finds out she can protect herself.

A/N: I do not own the picture used!

Baby’s engine rumbled as Dean pulled up to the high school his daughter attended. He hadn’t even put the car in park before she had the door open, ready to take off. Dean followed her line of sight to some hooligan waving at his daughter and her trying to hide waving back at him.

“I don’t want you seeing that boy,” Dean announced, his arm resting on the back of the seat. “What?! Dad, why?!” “He’s trouble, Ellie. Everything about him screams ‘dickbag’, and you deserve better than that,” Dean points just as the boy pushes a smaller kid in the courtyard in front of the school. “Dad, you don’t know anything about Dylan. Besides, I’m 15; I can handle myself,” she retorted, slamming the door before stomping off. “Ellie!” Dean called after her to no avail. He sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair before it landed back on the gear shift, ready to pull away from the school until something caught his eye in the seat next to him. She had left her jacket. Dean shut off the engine, getting out to run the item up to her before she can duck into the school.

As he’s heading up to give her the jacket, Dean witnesses the punk greeting his daughter by roughly grabbing her ass. Dean growls but chooses to let it ride until he sees Ellie struggling to push the boy away, snapping what bit of composure Dean might have had left.

“Hey!” Dean bellows, effectively catching the boy’s attention, along with that of his friends standing around him.

This is all the distraction Ellie needed to shove the boy away from her, clocking him in the jaw with a right hook, but the pride Dean feels for his daughter will have to wait for a moment. The boy stumbles backwards, cursing as he rubs his jaw. Dean stalks up to the boy, staring him down heavily.

“How old are you?” Dean demands, handing Ellie her jacket without sparing a look in her direction. “Fuck you,” the boy grumbles. Dean backs the shithead into the trunk of a tree, making sure not to touch him. “Wrong answer, kid. I asked how old you are,” Dean demands. The boy purses his lips, clearly refusing to answer Dean’s question. “He’s 19, Dad,” Dean hears the shy voice of his daughter behind him. He slowly turns his head to look at her, his eyebrow raised as he silently promises to have that discussion later. “19, huh?” he turns back to the hooligan, his upper lip turned up in a snarl. That was all he needed to know. “Do you know what that means, boy?” Dean asked, leaning closer to the punk who still refused to speak to Dean. “That means,” he grabbed the boy by his shirt in both hands, “you touch my daughter again, you don’t make it out of this in one piece. Got it?” The kid nods his head and Dean releases him roughly.

Dean turned around, noticing that his daughter had put on her jacket and had it tightly wrapped around her. She was refusing to meet her father’s eyes, but Dean could see the redness at the top of her cheeks and a slight pout on her lips. Dean felt bad for embarrassing her, but someone needed to stick up for his little girl, and Dickbag’s friends obviously weren’t going to do it.

One hand in the pocket of his slacks, Dean wrapped the other around his daughter’s shoulders, thankful when he felt her wrap her arms around his waist, tucking her head into his chest.

“Nice right hook back there, baby girl. I’m sorry you had to experience that,” Dean’s voice low as he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she sniffled, hugging him tighter. “Don’t be sorry, Ellie. He’s just lucky my gun’s in the car,” Dean grumbled, making his daughter laugh. She stepped back, wiping underneath her eyes and she giggled. The school bell rang, indicating class would be starting momentarily. “Better get to class, Kiddo.” “Yeah,” she sighed. “Thank you, Daddy,” she looked up at him with his bright green eyes and her mother’s smile. “I love you.” “I love you, too, baby. Your mom’ll be here to pick you up. I’ll see you at dinner tonight,” Dean stepped away, waving to his daughter before heading back to the car. They both turned to smile at each other before going through their respective doors.

Ellie put her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she walked to class with her head down until her train of thought was interrupted by someone yelling her name.

Dylan.

“Hey! Hold up, El!” he finally caught up to her, putting his hand on her elbow to stop her and turn her towards him. “Don’t fucking touch me, Dylan!” “What the fuck, Ellie?!” Dylan barked. “Listen, If you think getting shit from my dad is bad, touch me again and see what happens,” she glared at him, not backing down. Within seconds, Ellie was pinned against a set of lockers, Dylan’s body caging her in. “Dyl--” her pleas silenced by a hand over her mouth. “Shh, don’t get too excited now,” Dylan asserted. Ellie tried her best to beg, but the hand just pushed down tighter. Seeing no other escape, Ellie concentrated her strength into the knee she thrust into Dylan’s balls, drawing a yelp of pain from him. She rushed down the hallway while he was distracted.

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Later that night, the phone rang while the Winchester family was seated at the dinner table. Dean moved to get up, but stopped when he felt your hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got it, honey. Go ahead and eat,” you assured him with a smile. Dean shrugged before digging into his dinner again. A few moments later, Dean looked up to see you leaning against the entryway of the dining room. “Does anyone care to explain why I just got a pissed off phone call from Dylan Crabtree’s mother?” you asked, looking back and forth between your husband and daughter. “Because he’s a dick,” Dean and Ellie grumbled simultaneously before looking up and smirking at each other.

You rolled your eyes and groaned, “Can’t wait to hear this one.”

Masterlist

AO3: BerettaJane

#supernatural #supernatural fluff #supernatural angst #dean winchester #daddy dean #reader insert #dean x reader #Protective Dean #dean x you #KidFic #badass #fatherhood #parenting #comforting #strong female characters #minor violence #teenager #teenage drama #berettajane

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moonraisedsunchild · 6 years

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You seem to have a lot of OCs. Do you have like a master list of them or something?

oh god I have so many.

Most arent considered mains to me, they are more like npcs, which means i probably only have their name and fc prepared.

I might have a thing here and there about them in my brain and i might have some idea on how they would interact with certain mains but they aren’t as fleshed out as the mains.

the secondaries can move to man if i start working on them more.

This isn’t all but this is currently all that i have found info on or remembered.

* means they moved from secondary to main.

☆ means share names but are different characters.

¤ means they have a canon counterpart but i am making changes.

i @’d them if i had a blog though i could have missed a blog or the thing didn’t link them/tag.

also for more homestuck ones go to @trolls-cherubs-and-kids

Italics mean they are on the @la-manada-de-muerte blog.

Bold means they are on the @unafraidofmoonlight blog

it will take a while to list them all (both main and secondaries)

started on 4/9/18 in the evening and finished in the early morning of the 10th.

feel free to ask about any of them and i will do my best to answer!

Mains

1. Nocovia Westly (story of my own that came from a rp)2. Haven (LOZ/BOTW)3. Eleonora Katharina Westergaard (Descendants 1&2) so much is written for this it’s kinda funny.4. Idunn Fireheart (DA/Skyrim)5. Yngvild (Vikings)6. Yué Li (Star wars)7. Cory Winchester (Supernatural)8. Maggie Neely ¤ (TNW) x2 as different fcs steely-deliverer-neely9. Mýrún/Muirenn DunBroch/Haddock (HTTYD/Brave)10. Nanna (Undertale)11. Natsuki Tachibana (Naruto/Bleach)12. Dove Farseeker (WOW) @seekerdove13. Snatch n Jab, Longshot, and Musey (DnD)14. Xune'drada “Xuna” Of House T'sarran (DnD)15. Maethriel (LoTR/Hobbit) @maethriel16. Idunn (LoTR/Hobbit) @idunnthedwarrowdam17. Casey Clearwater (Twilight)18. Jax Pierce (Twilight)19. Ara Rigel Argyris Black (HP)20. Jax Kat Black Nee Argyris* (HP)21. Chandra Bhatt Sharma (HP) @chandraofhufflepuff22. Pyra Thera Nott (HP)23. Theodore Nott ¤ (HP) 24. Moana Sigyn Herondale (HP)25. Haven Alexandria Potter (HP) @shelterofhogwarts26. Elara “Ellie” Pandora Black* (HP)27. Nova “Novie” Calypso Black* (HP)28. Oberon “Obie” Deimos Black* (HP)29. Iris & Hazel Plank (HP)30. Alejandro Rodolfo Martin (HP)31. Calen JolanLycian (HP)32. Nissa SimoneAdams (Riverdale/The Flash)33. Hansa Chari (Riverdale)34. Maëla Samaelson (Riverdale)35. Morgause Mervyn (TW)36. Yukio ‘Yu’ Kai-Zhāng Hale (TW)37. Cordelia Jane Lycian (TW)38. Talia Paisley Posey (TW)39. Althea “Tia” Hestia Harman (TW)40. Poppy Darcy (TW)41. Pan Katsaros (TVD/TW/SH)42. Ajax Megalos (TVD/TW/SH) 43. Nemesis Argyris☆ (TVD/TW/SH) 44. Meara Asherah Martin (PJO/TW)45. Farley Halvorsen (TVD)46. Ella Herondale-Graymark (SH)47. Amara Bane (SH/TDI)48. Morgause Jackson (PJO)49. Kit Marinos (PJO)50. Hansa Stark (GOT)51. Eleonora Baratheon (GOT)52. Ina Martell (GOT)53. Lola Caraleah Barton (Marvel & maybe DC)54. Lola Marie Blake/Banner (Marvel)55. Adiand'r Kon-el/ Adiary Selene Anders-Kent AKAMoonfire/Superfire (DC/Marvel)56. Anani Leah Bachman aka Volatile* (Marvel/DC)57. Marisol Lola Robles-Sanchez aka Thunderbird* (Dc/Marvel)58. Koraline Dalilah Isley (DC)59. Hansa Marissa Harmaajärvi (DC) @hmh-azureriptide60. Pyralis Titaia Zabat (DC)61. Cordelia “Cory” McLellan (DC) picked a surname for her finally (for C & her 3 bs)62. Sigyn Ran Allen (DC)63. Hlin II Baldersdottir (Marvel) @daughters-of-baldr64. Eir II Baldersdottir (Marvel) ^^65. Samanta Fárbautisdottir (Marvel) 66. BlueShade (Marvel) only has an alias never named her.

Veronica Potts (Marvel) @watergrownpotts

Kenna (?)

Secondaries1. Jude Black (Twilight)2. Nemesis Argyris (HP)3. Dorothy Selwyn (HP)4. Barbara Selwyn (HP)5. Lucille Selwyn (HP)6. Theodosia Rosier (HP)7. Dolorosa Rosier (HP)8. Josephina Rosier (HP)9. Amara Nott (nee Fawley) ¤ (HP)10. Richard Nott ¤ (HP)11. Thaddeus Fawley ¤ (HP)12. Sullivan Fawley ¤ (HP)13. Hansa Marissa Lillard-Patton (HP)14. Hestia Faye Bones (HP)15. Aiden Nicholas Bones (HP)16. London Amelia Bones (HP)17. Líadan Aisling Ó Rinn (HP)18. Bran Meallán Finnigan (HP)19. Harlan Cedric Howler (HP)20. Aiden Nicholas Howler (HP)21. Nova Amelia Howler (HP)22. Hestia Faye Howler (HP)23. Noah Duncan (HP)24. Jacob Duncan (HP)25. James Duncan (HP)26. Caleb Duncan (HP)27. Freya Duncan (HP)28. Connie Quinn (HP)29. Matilda Quinn (HP)30. Taryn Quinn (HP)31. Slyvie Quinn (HP)32. Mulan Li (HP)33. Xing-Yue Li (HP)34. Chou ‘Cho’ mo chang/ Qiū Zhāng ¤ (HP)35. Ling ‘lin’ he chang /Zhāng (HP)36. Ru ‘Rue’ Lian Chang/ Zhāng (HP)37. Arnav Chopra Desai (HP)38. Anvi Chopra Desai (HP)39. Mani Bhatt Desai (HP)40. Hari Bhatt Desai (HP)41. Asha Bhatt Sharma (HP)42. Darshana Bhatt Sharma (HP)43. Damon Jones (Riverdale)44. Mu Samaelson (Riverdale)45. Stefan Cooper (Riverdale)46. Morgaine McArthur (TW)47. Nimue Mervyn (TW)48. Alma Subi Kakar (TW)49. Imelda Vonda Althaus (TW)50. Maud Ella Althaus (TW)51. Karou Jun Seung (TW)52. Zola Zidati Brisbane (TW)53. Ahyoka Wolfe (TW)54. Espie Brigid O'Brien (TW)55. Thespa Arianrhod O'Brien (TW)56. Lewis Gimli Watts (TW)57. Ula Nimue Ó Muireagáin (TW)58. Ira Jude Evans (TW)59. Hazel Tatiana Vespera Petrova (TW)60. Clíodhna “Cleo” Deveraux (TW)61. Tracy Stewart ¤ (TW)62. Erin Matthews (TW)63. Tala Bane (TW)64. Kendel Anderson (TW)65. Teagan Bennett (TW)66. Monica Andrews (TW)67. Noemi “Ami” Martinez (TW)68. Aili (eye-lee) Isaacson (TW)69. Rebekah “Beks” Kayne (TW)70. Amelia “Lia” Mills (TW)71. Rebecca ‘Harley’ Harlowe (TW)72. Stacy McCall (TW) 73. Jesse Harlowe (TW)74. Ara Yukimura (TW) 75. Hestia “Hex” Raven Basurto (TW)76. Julianna “Jules” Wolf (TW) 77. Mark Richard Bennett (TW)78. Kevin Robert Bennett (TW) 79. Stella Rene Bennett (Nee Lycian (Nee Celeste)) (TW)80. Duncan Owen Lycian (TW)81. Eline ‘Eli’ Gwendolyn Lycian (TW)82. Steven Marcus Bennett (TW)83. Seeley Blythe (TW)84. Renata Enid Bishop (TW)85. Ramona Henley Bishop (TW)86. Lukas Carter (TW)87. Denise Maeve Lemay (TW)88. Mira Ocarina Martin (TW) /Mira ‘Stark’ Tyrell (GOT)89. Kavum Martell (GOT)90. Chandra Martell (GOT)91. Aarushi Martell (GOT)92. Adelaide Michaelson/Hamilton/Graymark/Herondale (SH/DC/TVD???) 93. Heiđrún Halvorsen (TVD/TO)94. Serena Halvorsen (TVD/TO)95. Bistra Halvorsen (TVD/TO)96. Maiko Akamine (Naruto)97. Rory Darrow (Homestuck/undertale)98. Arizona “Rona” Robles (Homestuck/Undertale)99. Cili (LoTR(?)/Hobbit)100. Eliza (LoTR/Hobbit)101. Lalia Fairbairn-Greenhand (LoTR/Hobbit) 102. Maire Fairbairn-Greenhand (LoTR/Hobbit)103. Arodien (LoTR/Hobbit) 104. Idunna Odinsdottir/Dana Runa Astrid Meadows (DC/Marvel)105. Hlina Odinsdottir/Leah Suzanna Fawn Meadows (DC/Marvel)106. Titaia Ianthe Alkmene Katsaros aka Tana (DC)107. Mao Tachibana & Kyōsei-sha/Dōsei (DC)108. Haven Amelia Buckley/Laila Aisha Al-Amin (DC) 109. Liam Alexander Buckley/Omar Ali Al-Amin (DC) 110. Warren Axel Buckley/Amir Jericho Al-Amin (DC)111. Luke Meadows (DC)112.Stephanie Meadows (DC)113. Veronica Marie Robles-Sanchez AKA Techward (DC)114. Noemi Robles-Sanchez AKA SolarMatrix (DC)115. Jane Sanchez AKA LunarSphere (DC)116. Nephele Anemone Zabat (DC)117. Demetria Petra Zabat (DC)118. Thalassa Arethousa Zabat (DC)119. Bonnie Anita Blake (Marvel)120. Caroline Jolene Blake (Marvel)121. Noah Blake (Marvel)122. Eline Clare Dickson (?)123. Jane Marie Dickson (?)124. Neelam Nehal Sharma (?)125. Ara Sawako sasaki (?)126. Kira Aiko sasaki (?)127. Arun Madhava Soman (?) 128. Adithya “Adi” Kapoor Patel (?) 129. Sharada “Charu” Anjali Mahal (?)

Edit: add to main: Nissa Simone Larkspear (SH)

#oc masterlist #ask answered

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triplevarsity · 8 years

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LIST OF RP FAVORITES AND LEAST FAVORITES ! / REPOST, do not reblog.

TAGGED BY: none one, i just like these things.

TAGGING: @kolhearted @seesgood @wearsheadbands @faithiiisms @clayymorrow

FIRST NAME: Ellie.

FAVORITE FCS TO PLAY: Hmmm, Charlie Hunnam is probably one of my favorite FCs. Because tortured and bad ass, and also he looks hot af. Mila Kunis would probably be another one because of her facial expressions. But for the most part, I like to only play an FC once. Because after that, they are forever attached to that character.

FAVORITE SHIP YOU’VE EVER HAD: Oh dear god, okay ready for this. My all time favorite OTP is something I can only play out in Fannon. DEAN WINCHESTER/BUFFY SUMMERS. Seriously, I ship it so hard it hurts. It started when I started RPing Buffy four years ago, and now it’s huge. I have like five million headcannons for them. Like it’s my Buffy OTP. Like I don’t even care that much about Bangel and Spuffy anymore because it’s Duffy for me. I’m writing a crossover virtual series about both of them. LIKE THEY WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER SOME HOW. Also FORWOOD FORWOOD FORWOOD. Forwood is bae okay. Tyler loves Caroline with every ounce of his being. Caroline made him a better person. She saw past the douchebag jock front that Tyler put on and pulled him out. She was there for him during his transition when no one else was. Just FORWOOD.

FAVORITE FANDOM YOU’VE BEEN IN: TVD. Like the fandom is not without it’s problems but it’s the only fandom I have felt at home in. Like even when I play Buffy, I play her in the TVD fandom. I like all the AUs and how into the characters everyone gets.

FAVORITE SONG TO GIVE YOU MUSE: For Tyler, it’d probably be Becoming the Bull, by Atreyu. For Buffy it’s Superhero by Simon Curtis. and for Jax it’s Later that Year by Straylight Run.

LEAST FAVORITE FCS TO PLAY/PLAY AGAINST: Uhm, the usual I guess. Most singer/band fcs. Taylor Swift in particular because I don’t like her, and it’s partially because of someone who was shitty to me in my life.

LEAST FAVORITE RP EXPERIENCE: It was in my first RP expirence. It ended up working out but was really horrible to through. It was a mob rpg I was a part of, and I was an admin, but they had me doing the graphics and coding, because i’m good at that stuff. I felt really underappreciated and salty that they pushed away all the bios I made. An admin who stepped down and I took her place kinda manipulated me into thinking that the other admins were horrible to me and convinced me to secretly create a new rpg with her, but it had a lotta of the same fcs and I brought the character I played along. Long story short there was a huge war when they found out it was me and the other admin. People were screaming at each other in the OOC blog, and the RPG pretty much died as soon as all that happened. It ended up being fine because months down the road me and the other admins talked things out and two of them are stil really good friends on mine years and years later. One is the the person who convinced me to try out idnies.

LEAST FAVORITE GENRE OF WRITING: I’m not all that great with the crack stuff. I’m an angst person all the way, I will tear your out. I can do fluff and be cuddly and shit. I love BroTps, but I guess i’m not the best at not being serious (unless it’s with @seesgood and it’s hilarious forwood headcannons).

LEAST FAVORITE FANDOM YOU’VE BEEN IN: Probably the Buffy fandom. Don’t get wrong, BUFFY IS BAE and i have met some super awesome people in the fandom. But there is kinda a reason that I play Buffy mostly in the TVD fandom. I feel like BTVS has a lotta ships that they just jump into, like they expect everyone to ship with the right away, even if it’s super ooc for both characters. And like, i’m all for AUs but some of the stuff just is a bit redic, and someones always bashing a character, and yeah. BUT I STILL LOVE BUFFY OK.

LEAST FAVORITE THING PEOPLE ASSUME ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER: Okay, breathe. So a lot of people are not fans of Tyler. They don’t see past season one Tyler. Yeah, Tyler was a douchebag in s1. But that’s kinda what makes him so great. He had this amazing character development in s2-4. He is so loyal to his friends, even though most of them would never even stick their neck on the line for him. Tyler is so low on his friends priority level. People assume Tyler is still a douchebag. He’s still sassy, yes. He’s blunt, yes. But he’s so different from the guy he was in the first season.

OTHER CHARACTERS YOU’D LIKE TO PLAY:

Jax Teller ; SOA (I kinda created his blog yesterday)

Klaus Mikaelson ; TVD(so bad but not caught up on TO)

Mary Porter ; TVD (I’d love to really develop and flesh her out from the tid bits we got from TVD about her )

Rose Hathaway ; Vampire Academy books. (Oh my god I want to so so so so bad but there is like no VA fandom. )

Motherfuckin Jason Todd ; DC comics (JASON TODD IS MY BABY OK. )

and, for the bonus round, BOLD whatever rp-related things appeal to you from the list below!

MUSE PREFERENCES: FEMALES / MALES / CANONS / ocs / CORRUPTED / GOOD / LIVE ACTION / animated / HUMAN / SUPERNATURAL / other species / HOPELESS ROMANTIC / AVERSE TO LOVE / YOUNGER (15-25) / OLDER (25+) / EASY FOR YOU TO RELATE TO / hard for you to relate to.

PLOT IDEAS: ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED / affairs / age gaps / ANGST / APOCALYPSE / ARRANGED MARRIAGE / BOARDING SCHOOL / COLLEGE ROOMMATES / CRIMINALS / ENEMIES TO LOVERS /ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS / EXES / FAKE RELATIONSHIP / FLUFF / FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP / FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS / online relationships / PREGNANCY / prison / professor/student / road trips / rich kids / royalty / SMUT / SUPERNATURAL / TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS.

POSSIBLE TRIGGERS IN PLOTS YOU’RE OKAY WITH: ABUSE / BDSM / daddy kink / DRINKING / DRUGS / dub-con / GORE / incest / KIDNAPPING / MURDER / non-con / prostitution / stepcest / STOCKHOLM SYNDROME / TORTURE.

#( & mun stuff. )#( & i seriously took forever to do this. )

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alienwerewolff · 5 years

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Second Generation

A Supernatural FanFiction Sam Winchester x OC)

Rated M: Mature adult content, smut, violence, alcohol, drugs, ect.

Genre: Adventure/Romance

Full Summery: Elliott and her brother Max are have been hunting all their lives, but shortly after Elliott’s twenty second birthday they discover that she has a freaky ability. Max scared for his only family seeks help, finding it in the Winchesters. Unfortunately, her ability has some very similar traits to the demon Azazel’s ‘special children’, but that can’t be right. Azazel is dead. Dean killed the yellow eyed bastard himself, right? (Set in season 4)

*New Chapter Summery* Chapter 14: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes When Elliott makes a wish in a wishing well the impossible happens.

Ao3

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Chapter 14: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Sam and Elliott were in their motel room looking over the case Dean had stumbled upon. Something to do with women and showers so of course Dean had rushed out to interview said women. The radio was on a local oldies station turned down low so they both could focus on their work.

*Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say, it’s alright-*

Elliott visibly winced, she hadn’t expected that particular Beatles song on a local radio station. She tried to ignore the tune as it played softly through the speakers. Sam didn’t miss it. He may have been a little overbearing the last few days but it only made him more aware of her ability to hide her grief.

*Little darling it’s been a long cold lonely winter, little darling it seems like years since it’s been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun-*

“Ellie? You okay?” Sam’s concern not at all hidden. Unable to ignore it she quickly reached up turning the soft melody off in a flash.

“I’m fine.” She lied looking back to the report in front of her. Sam’s eyes narrowed.

“No, you’re not. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong Sam.” She huffed still eyeing the papers in front of her.

“It’s just me Ellie. You can talk to me.” Sam continued to pushed. Elliott sighed letting her head hang down, but relaxed when she felt his warm hand rub soothing circles on her lower back.

“Max.” She breathed quietly. “He uh, he- that song was kinda a family song. Used to sing me it to sleep when I was a baby.” Unable to speak above a whisper not wanting to crack. She had been doing so good, worked a case earlier and didn’t crack once. Now a stupid song on the radio was breaking her. “Like I said, it’s nothing-”

“I’m sorry I pushed.” He sighed and tucked a stand of coppery blonde behind her ear.

“I’ll be fine Sam. Just can’t listen to it right now. I really hope this case isn’t a bust. I could really use the distraction.” Right on time they heard Dean heard on the other side of the door. He was chuckling as he made his way through the door shutting it behind him and fixed the salt line.

“You’ll never guess what kind of wack jobs live here.” Dean snickered.

“What?” Elliott smiled glad for the change in topic. She was honestly doing much better but still tried to avoid anything that had to do with her deceased brother.

“So, the shower room lady was either attention crazy or just plain crazy. Then I run into a bigfoot fanatic on my way back.” He huffed. “At least this towns good for a laugh.”

“Wait bigfoot?” Sam snorted.

“There’s LSD in the water or something man.” Dean joked causing Elliott to chuckle. “Alright so downside there’s most likely no case. Upside that means it’s time to break for diner.”

“It was worth a try, I guess. No pervy ghosts haunting the women’s bathrooms.” Elliott sighed, with a sour face.

“Your turn Sweetheart. Where we eating tonight?” Dean questioned beyond ready to eat.

“Chinese?” She asked hopeful smile on her lips. Chinese was always Max’s favorite. They used to celebrate a successful hunt with Chinese takeout. Dean was all too quick to agree not caring too much where or what they ate. He just wanted to eat.

It was a typical Chinese restaurant. The three of them sat at a small table by a cheesy fountain. Elliott wondered if Sam had purposefully sat on the end of the bench seat to box her in. Dean sat across from them all stretched out taking up as much of his seat as possible.

Once they ordered Dean smiled down at the small hunter. “Chinese? We haven’t gotten Chinese in a while. Good pick Ell.”

Elliott briefly met his eyes only to look away and stare intently at the cheap table top. She shrugged picking at a crack on the table. “It was Max’s favorite. When I first started hunting, we were too young to go to a bar, so Max would bring me to the closest Chinese restaurant after a good hunt. It kinda became a tradition.”

Dean nodded with a sad smile. “I miss him too kid. We can try and keep up the tradition if you want?”

Unshed tears pricked at her eyes and she couldn’t verbally respond without shedding them just sniffed giving him a nod. Sam rested his arm along her shoulder silently giving her comfort. Landing a quick kiss to her temple just before their food arrived. She ate her sweet and sour chicken in silence listening to the brother’s bicker.

When the check came back with their change Elliott snatched a quarter. “Let me out.” Sam raised a brow at her but moved when she started to push at his shoulder lightly. Then saw her eyes on the fountain and laughed getting up so she could get by him.

“Oh, come on! Don’t waste my change on that.” Dean complained.

“Let her be Dean. It’s just a quarter.” Sam defended still smiling.

Elliott ignored the men’s squabbling and closed her eyes. She let out a humorless huff tossing the coin. It landed un in the water with a dull ‘plop’. Turning back to the table to watch the men continued their banter. The bell chimed announcing a customer coming in the door. Not even sparing a glance that way she took a step to her table when an impossible voice called her name.

“Ellie?”

It was like she had forgotten how to breath. The voice froze her to the spot for a moment but when she could move her head snapped in his direction. It was him! It was impossible but it was him. His messy brown curly hair that stuck up in random spots. His dark mischievous green eyes confused, wary of his surroundings. Not even half a second later Elliott was screaming with joy and flung herself at her big brother.

Her arms constricting his torso holding on for dear life. It took a moment to reciprocate in his confusion but she felt his arms hug her back. Elliott in her excitement hadn’t even heard the Winchesters calling out her name shouting for her to stop. She was now bawling her eyes out both happy and sad tears. Not caring that she was in public or who might witness her vulnerability.

“Ellie? Wh-what’s going on? Are you okay?” Max stammered completely confused and worried. He had never seen his baby sister act like this, not even when she was a child. Elliott was crying too hard to give him a straight answer.

Suddenly Max was shoving Elliott behind him. “Who the Hell are you?” Max barked at Sam and Dean when they approached too quickly and tried to pull his little sister away from him.

“Why don’t we take this back to the motel? Away from the public.” Dean growled out evenly.

Neither Winchester believed this was actual Max. He didn’t even remember them for fucks sake. Max’s dark green eyes shifted around the restaurant now noting all of the gawking civilians. Then looked back to his crying sister in his arms. Sighing reluctantly and nodding his agreement. He kept his arms around his sniffling sister protectively as they left the restaurant. Sam and Dean followed watching with unease. They were terrified for the small hunter, that was in what just couldn’t be her brother’s arms.

A silver blade cut a small slice of Max’s forearm as he sat annoyed on the edge of a motel bed. His sniffling sister sat next to him, her giant puffy eyes like saucers staring at him in disbelief. As Sam and Dean finished the last of the tests, he rubbed his aching temples.

“See not a monster. I’m guessing you two are hunters? What the Hell is going on? What’s wrong with Ellie?” Max fired off questions without giving them time to respond.

“You don’t remember them?” Elliott’s soft voice spoke out for the first time since the restaurant. Max looked back at her brow raised cautiously.

“Should I?”

“What’s the last thing you remember Max?” Sam questioned slowly sitting on Elliott’s other side. Letting his hand rest on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know you. Why should I tell you anything?” Max snapped eyes narrowing on the man’s hand on his sister’s leg.

“Max, buddy we’re your friends’ man,” Dean tried to assure, cautiously uncrossing his arms to appear less threatening. Elliott stepped in seeing Max was about to protest.

“Max, their telling the truth. That’s Dean Winchester. Amazing hunter and a really close friend. He’s like family Max.” Elliott gestured to Dean sitting across from them on the edge of the other bed. Then turned to smile at her giant. “And this is Sam Winchester his brother, also an amazing hunter and my- uh- my boyfriend?” Elliott questioned unsure what she should even call Sam. They hadn’t really put a label on it and the word boyfriend did feel right on her tongue. He was more than just a boyfriend she thought but was unsure how to word it properly.

Max cocked his head to the side eyes ping ponged back and forth between the two. Elliott could feel her brother’s apprehension and bit her lip waiting for Max to respond.

“Boyfriend? But you don’t date. Not since that asshole in-”

“Max.” Elliot stopped him trying to shake her head discreetly.

“What asshole?” Sam turned to her with a frown.

“Nothing Sam.” She sighed. “Nothing happened if you recall Max. Because I can handle myself.”

Max suddenly let out a groan and rubbed his temples again.

“Max?” Elliott fretted. “Max, are you okay?”

“Yeah you don’t look so good.” Dean asked feeling on edge. Dean thought it sounded, acted, and freaking looked like Max. Maybe a little paler and sick looking Max but that didn’t explain anything. Still not sure if he believed his dead friend was alive again, it would be too good to be true.

“Uhh, just a bad headache.” Max deflected. “Ellie, I don’t understand. If you’re so close to them why don’t I know or remember them?”

“You- uh you-” Elliott stuttered. Sam gave a comforting squeeze to her shoulder before jumping in to save her.

“Max, you’ve been dead for over a month now.” The young Winchester explained gently as he could. Max laughed in disbelief before catching their serious faces. Then shot up out of his seat like he’d been electrocuted. Eyes flitting around the room examining each face for any hint of humor but found none.

“No way,” He shook his head completely stunned.

“Max,” Sam cautioned. “Why don’t you sit down, you need to relax.”

He let out another groan and held his head, refusing to take a seat. “What? How did this happen? I died, like died, died?” His brows lifted slightly and he turned to meet Elliott’s puffy eyes. “That’s why you were crying at the restaurant. But I- I don’t remember- How’d I die?”

“Ugh. That’s gnarly.” Max grimaced when the trio had finished filling in the blanks for him. “Kinda glad I don’t remember that.”

“Lucky you.” Elliott mumbled under her breath but caught Sam’s ear. That earned her his concerned puppy eyes.

“I still don’t get it. If I died why am I here?” Max questioned slowly.

Dean’s head whipped around to Elliott with an accusing glare and growled. “Oh, sweetheart you’re in for a major ass kicking if you went back and made that deal.”

“You what?!?” Max shouted turning on his sister as well. Sam’s eyes went wide as his panicked, mind racing to think of a time she could have snuck off to make a deal.

“No!” Elliott shouted back over him shaking her head violently. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to remember? I’ve already tried that. I am the only person on the planet they won’t deal with.” Sam and Dean visibly relaxed, but not Max.

“Elliott!! You tried to sell your soul?!?” Max barked beyond furious. Letting out a sting of curses he pointed a finger at his sister and growled. “You are not that stupid! I didn’t raise you to be that stupid!”

“It doesn’t matter Max! It didn’t even work! They wouldn’t make a deal with me. I still have my soul. Besides I think we have bigger issues right now.” Elliott huffed glaring right back at her brother.

“Bigger than your soul?!” Max nearly shouted exasperated, looking at her like she had grown a second head.

“Max. Not that I’m complaining but if Ellie didn’t sell her soul, how are you even alive right now?” Sam spoke up giving Elliott a break from her brothers reprimanding. Max gave her a look that obviously meant they were not done with this conversation. Then turned to the Winchesters.

“Yeah, one minute were paying the bill and the next Elliott’s screaming and your standing there alive and in one piece.” Dean unconsciously stared at Max’s chest where he had been ripped into.

“Hmm…” All eyes turned to Elliott humming out loud.

“You think of something?”

“Uh, maybe? It’s ridiculous though…” She bit her lower lip and fidgeted with the hairband around her wrist. All three men looked at her expectantly. “Maybe, uh- maybe it could have been the wishing well?” There were a couple moments of silence, as they all processed her words.

“Wishing well?” Max parroted in disbelief. Sam and Dean glanced at one another having one of their ‘telepathic’ conversations then turned to Elliott with softened eyes.

“You wished for Max.” Sam stated rather than questioned.

“Wait, wait, wait. No, are you trying to tell me I am only alive right now because of a wishing well?” Max scoffed skeptically.

“Only one way to find out.” Dean shrugged on his jacket gesturing for the door. Max blinked a few times before walking out the door Dean now was holding open for them.

“It doesn’t matter how Max is alive.” Elliott defended. “He’s back. That’s all that matters. Everything is going to be okay now.” Sam and Dean shared an uneasy look before Dean followed Max out giving Sam and Elliott a moment.

“Ellie? Baby… this kind of magic, it always comes at a price-” Sam started but she wasn’t having it.

“Stop.” She stated coldly. “Don’t. You got your brother back. Why can’t I have mine?” She left following the older hunters out to the Impala without giving Sam a chance to respond.

Elliott couldn’t help her toothy grin as she looked into the parking lot. She watched her brother fanboy all over Baby again. Just like he did the first time, asking almost the exact same questions. Not even Dean could hide his smile as he talked about Baby with his very missed friend. Dean even made Sam scrunch into the back seat with Elliott to let Max ride shotgun.

Knowing that they had made too big of a commotion earlier to go back into the restaurant they waited for closing hour. When the owner finally left for the night locking up and driving away, they made their move. Sam quickly picked the lock and all four shuffled in. Gathering around the fountain and eyed it carefully.

“Give me a quarter.” Dean held his hand out expectantly. Receiving and eye roll from his brother before he dug through his pockets and placed a quarter in his hand. Dean wet his lips subconsciously then closed his eyes mouth moving silently as he wished and let the quarter plop into the water. They waited a few silent moments where nothing happened.

“What’d you wish for?” Max whispered at Dean.

Dean huffed. “Not supposed to tell.”

A loud knock made all four hunters turn to the glass door their hands hovering at their concealed weapons. A bigger man in a ball cap and jacket that labeled ‘Schlotzsky's Subs’ stood at the door impatiently. Dean’s jaw went slack in surprise and he made his way to the door.

“You the one who ordered the footlong Italian with jalapenos?” The man asked when Dean had opened the door. The other three hunters hadn’t moved from the fountain and were just staring dumbstruck at them.

Dean turned back to the hunters, sandwich in hand. The delivery man was already in his car and driving off. The older Winchester gave another shrug opening the wrappings and inspecting the sandwich. He took a large bite chewing loudly.

“A sandwich? You wished for a sandwich?” Sam bawked.

“Dude, I think she’s right. The wishing well does work. I was pretty specific.” Dean concluded around a mouthful.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Max mumbled causing everyone to turn to his pale stunned face. “I- I- I’m only alive because of a wishing well…”

“Max, calm down,” Sam tried to sooth his panicked friend.

“No. No, this is insane.” Max’s heaved, and eyes glazed over unfocused. His breath sped up becoming shallow.

“Max.” Elliott grabbed her brothers face to force him to look at her then gave his head a small wack when he still stared off panting quickly. “Snap out of it.” She demanded.

Max blinked and glared at his sister as his breathing became deeper. He rubbed the back of his head where she had wacked him, annoyed that she was able to snap him out a panic attack with a hit to his head.

Back at the cheap motel the four of them debated. Unsure if this wishing well was something to be messed with. Sam was particularly quiet as he typed away at the small table. Dean stood near him leaning against the wall his arms crossed as he thought out loud.

“What are we supposed to do? Stop peoples wishes from coming true? Kinda sounds like a douche thing to do.” Dean shrugged.

“Not to mention hypocritical considering.” Elliott agreed from her seat across from Sam. She rubbed her forehead and looked to her brother on the edge of the bed.

“When has something like this ever come without a price tag?” Max interjected, giving them a worried glance.

“Usually a deadly one.” Sam added somberly.

“Stop. No, no, no. No. We don’t know that. Dean’s sandwich wish didn’t go bad. Why do we even have to look into this?” Elliott almost begged desperate. “Why can’t we just be happy with Max being back, and move on to a new town? We can find a hunt with an actual bad guy, we could-”

A loud gurgle grumbled from Dean’s stomach, stopping everyone. A moment passed before it happened again. This time Dean grimaced and held a hand to his stomach. Then his other hand flew to his mouth and he ran into their motel bathroom, slamming the door shut as he went. The closed bathroom door did nothing to quiet Dean’s retching. His loud puking caused both Sam and Max to wince. Connecting the dots, knowing what this meant Elliott’s breath hitched insides shattering.

“You okay in there, Dean?” Sam knocked on the door before more sounds of vomiting echoed out to their ears. When the noises slowed down Dean finally answered.

“The wish turned bad Sammy. The wish turn very bad.” Dean groaned weakly through the door.

Elliott turned to her brother with wide wet eyes, that could give Sam’s puppy dog eyes a run for its money. Max gave her a sad smile, understanding as well. Failing to suppress a whimper she snatched her cigarettes off the motel table refusing to meet either of their eyes and quickly dashed out of the motel room.

Sam sighed out and ran a hand down his face. His heart breaking for both Max and Elliott. She had just started to open up and smile again, if this thing with Max went bad like Dean’s sandwich, he didn’t know how she would handle it. Then there was Max. Fuck, Sam couldn’t imagine what was going through his head. How he could possible process any of this. Sam stood up to follow her out but Max got up as well and blocked his way.

“I got this Sam.” Max sighed.

“Max, wait. This can’t be easy on you. How are you feeling? Are you okay? Felling weird at all?”

“Are you asking me if I’m craving human flesh or something?” Max sassed causing Sam to look away in shame.

“Uh, I’m sorry. That was rude- I- I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“No, you’re right to ask, I would have done the same. I’m not craving flesh. But honestly? I don’t, I don’t feel right. It’s like my body knows I’m not supposed to be here? My head has been pounding like a fucking jackhammer and my muscles are all week and achy. Like a migraine and a bad flu without the stomach stuff. Something isn’t right.” Max gave him a small shrug rubbing at his temple absentmindedly. “Maybe the taste for flesh comes later?” He joked. Sam didn’t find it funny though and just met his eyes with sad ones. The sounds of Dean’s vomiting echoed from the bathroom.

“I truly am sorry Max. Maybe we can find some way…” Sam left the sentence open trying to come up with a solution to keep his friend alive and well. The young Winchester got up and went to his bag on the floor near the bed, then went to their cooler and pulled out a beer. Handing Max a bottle of ibuprofen and a beer Sam sat back down.

“Sam, that’s nice of you to say and all but I’d rather you didn’t bull shit me. There is no way to keep me here without consequences and we both know it. Hell, Elliott knows it. That’s why she’s being stubborn and ignoring the problem to have a smoke. Like I said, I can feel something coming. I know I’m not here for good. No use denying it.” Max sighed sloshing a couple ibuprofen down with the beer.

“You want us to work this case, even though that means you’re at risk of dying?”

“Aren’t you listening to me?” Max narrowed his eyes tying not to get frustrated. “I am a risk right now. I may not be going all undead zombie on you but something is wrong. What’s dead should stay dead.” Max was looking down at his beer, completely missing Sam’s wince at his choice of words.

“But Ellie…”

“Ellie’s strong. She’ll pull through.” Max softly smiled, Pride filling his dark green eyes as they gazed toward the motel door. “She’s always been stronger than me.” Sam sighed wanting to tell him how broken she had been without him this last month.

“Max, she-”

“She’ll have you.” Max interrupted again. “I may not remember you but I’m not blind. I see how she is around you. Just promise me something?”

“Anything.” Sam promised quickly.

“If things go south like they seem to always do? If I’m no longer me, or something happens? You protect her. She is my sister and my responsibility but I need to know she will be okay without me if things go south.”

“Of course. You don’t need to ask.” Sam vowed not having to even think on it.

“We both will.” Dean promised weakly from the now open bathroom door. His pale face was covered in a sheen of sweat but his promise was strong.

Feeling assured Max thanked them before leaving to find his sister. It didn’t take him long to find her. The puffs of smoke from her cigarette giving her location away. Sitting on the cold concrete of the parking lot back leaning up against the sleek black classic car Elliott exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Hey Bug.” Max whispered taking a seat on the pavement next to her. Her shoulders stiffened at hearing the nickname only her big brother ever called her. She didn’t think she’d ever hear it again. Yet here he was, alive and addressing her with the silly nickname unconsciously.

“I don’t care if the wishes go bad. I won’t let you go bad.”

“Ellie, it’s a little too late for that. I can already feel it. I feel off. My head, my body? Somethings not right.” Max explained slowly, then smirked and elbowed her softly in the side. “You going to share or what?” He gestured to her cigarette.

Elliott gave a wet chuckle and dug through her leather jacket’s inner pocket. She held out the pack and he took one from the carton. He couldn’t help the way his smile widened when he looked at the Bugs Bunny lighter. He remembered when the lighter belonged to their dad. Well his dad, but Elliott didn’t need to know that he thought. With the cigarette between his lips he cupped the air around the end with one hand to keep the wind away as he lit up. There were a few moments of silence the cool November wind rustling the fall leaves.

“Please don’t leave me again.” Elliott squeaked hating how weak voice sounded. Max pulled her in a one armed hug placing a quick kiss on the crown of her head. He held her tight resting his cheek there. She could feel a wet drop land on her scalp, making her own eyes silently spill over.

“I am always with you Ellie. If you think the afterlife could stop me from being your big brother, you’re crazier than I thought.” Max playfully shoved his shoulder into hers after releasing his tight hold. He huffed and gave her a knowing smirk, no trace of the tears she had known escaped his eyes. She let out a wet laugh, harshly wiping a few tears away with her casted hand.

“How’d you manage that one klutz?” Max nodded at her casted left arm wanting to lighten his sister’s mood, but watched as the opposite happened. Bringing the cig to her lips she took a drag, eyes locked on her cast. Exhaling slowly a cloud of smoke trailed out before she found her voice.

“It was the werewolf that…” Elliott let the sentence drop not wanting to think about that night. “Honestly I could have taken it off this week but Sam somehow convinced me to wait an extra week.” She complained.

“Goodman.” Max smiled. His sister groaned and rolled her eyes but he could see her try to hide a smile. “What’s with the stupid flowers? Lose a bet or something?” He snickered running a finger over one of the girly looking flowers drawn onto the off white cast. The comment had sent a strange mix of emotions along Elliott’s face. Her eyes were bright yet sad and although the corner of her lips curled up he also saw her lower lip wobble.

“Payback actually.” She whispered with a sniffle.

“Okay… I feel like I keep saying the wrong things here. What did I say?”

“I missed you so much Max.” Elliott breathed giving her big brother a sad smile.

“I’m right here Ellie Bug.” He whispered back softly. “I’m right here.”

They talked for hours. About everything and nothing. Elliott didn’t know if Max being back was going to last and although she would fight tooth and nail against anything that threatened to take him away again, she soaked up every second she could with him. They sat there, smoking cigarettes till four in the morning. Only going inside when Sam popped his head out to check on them worried something might have happened.

There was a bit of awkwardness when they finally returned to the motel room. Max didn’t like that his little sister was planning on sleeping in the same bed with the giant Winchester he didn’t even remember. Dean had already passed out in the bathroom, not wanting to stray too far from the toilet. Because although Dean had stopped blowing chunks, he still wasn’t feeling great. Sam had dug through the tiny motel closet and found a pillow and a blanket, for his brother. That left only the two beds.

Sam could obviously feel the tension in the room. He knew it Max would prefer Elliott not share a bed with the tall hunter but he was afraid she would have one of her nightmares without him there. She had gotten much better in the last week but her nightmares were still was a common occurrence. After five minutes of whispered assurance that nothing was going to happen, they all settled down for the night. Sam and Elliott in one bed and Max in the other. Elliott, emotionally exhausted from the day passed out quickly, her giant wrapped around her from behind. She only was roused from her sleep once. Stirring at to cold her giant was no longer warming her back but when she heard his voice, she relaxed back into semi unconsciousness. The hushed rough voices of the Winchesters lulling her to sleep. In her sleepy state she wasn’t even able to make out words just voices. She thought she heard the words ‘nightmares’ and ‘Hell’ but she was asleep before she could process.

The next morning Elliott woke with a sharp inhale, clutching her head. Groaning out loud her brain felt like it was being stabbed. She hardly noticed how achy her muscles were with the jackhammering inside her head.

“Ellie? What’s wrong?” Sam asked the bed dipping as he sat on the edge. His fingers wrapped around her wrists moving them away from her face.

“I’m okay.” She spoke sleep still heavy in her voice. “Headache.”

“Headache? Baby this looks like more than a headache,” Sam’s eyes narrowed taking in her squinty eyes and scrunched forehead. He rubbed his thumb in small circles on her inner wrist. “If it was another nightmare, Ellie you can talk to me,”

“Nah, not that I can remember.” Elliott shrugged smoothing out her features to appear relaxed and gave him a small smile. “Probably just getting sick. Feeling a little low on energy. Nothing to worry about giant.”

Sam looked her over before getting up and grabbing the bottle of ibuprofen from where he had left it when he gave some to Max last night. Then went to the cooler to pull out a beer. “Sorry beer is all we got until Max and Dean get back from grabbing breakfast.”

Elliot tried to smile and downed four pills with the cold beer. “Alright, I’m going to get ready. A shower should help.”

After her shower she changed quickly before leaving the bathroom feeling no better than before. Now she almost felt dizzy as well. Great, Elliott thought. She hardly ever got sick, but it happens to everyone. Her best way to get over being sick was to just stop being sick. She stumbled on her way to the closest bed almost biffing it but catching herself on the wall.

“Elliott?” Sam was at her side the moment she caught herself on the wall, helping her to the bed.

“I’m fine, Jolly Green. Just tripped, klutzy me.” She lied with a chuckle.

He of course had to see right through it. Luckily for Elliott though Sam didn’t get a chance to call her out as Dean and Max entered the motel room. Their laughs and loud bantering made Elliott wince but she pushed it aside as best she could.

“Someone’s feeling better.” Elliott grinned up at the oldest Winchester. “Maybe the wishes don’t stay bad after all.” She pressed hopefully.

“Besides being exhausted I do feel better.” Dean admitted setting the grease stained paper bag down on the table. “-and I’m not the only one.” Dean’s smile widened as he turned to pat Max on the back.

“Weirdly, yeah. No more headaches! Or the flu like muscle aches.” Max huffed nonchalantly but Elliott could hear the hopefulness in his voice. Sam’s brows furrowed a moment his eyes darted from the blonde to her brother.

“Wait no headaches? It’s just gone?” Sam questioned slowly.

“Yeah. Woke up feeling more alive and energetic. Maybe this whole ‘wishes go bad’ thing won’t be as bad as we thought?” Max shrugged before sitting down at the table and digging into the paper bag to pull out a breakfast sandwich wrapped in tinfoil.

Elliott felt Sam’s eyes on her and turned quickly. Sam looked worried, more so than only a few moments ago. Max had a migraine and body aches yesterday, but now Elliott had a migraine and body aches. She could see in Sam’s eyes that he too saw the similarities. Right as he was about to voice this her hand griped his denim covered thigh in an almost painful grip.

“It’s probably just a coincidence Sam. Let it go.” Elliott breathed so quietly only her giant could hear. His jaw ticked as he gave her a pointed look, brow arching obviously disagreeing. “I promise I’ll let you know if it gets worse.” She vowed under her breath large hazel green eyes pleading. Sam exhaled slowly through his nose but said nothing, not happy at all.

“Hey, love birds. Stop your flirting and get ready, we have work to do.” Dean smirked at the two whispering.

Elliott huffed pretending to be annoyed with Dean but really her head hurt too much to really be bothered by the hunters taunting. She slowly got up fighting off a small dizzy spell she yawned while stretching to cover it up. Quickly finishing up her minor makeup and brushing her hair out not wanting to give Sam a chance to change his mind and blab. It was just a headache. She saw it as two different possibilities, one she had caught whatever bug Max had or two it was a mere coincidence.

A plan was formed by the time she was done. Max and Dean were going to close down the Chinese restaurant to stop any more well wishers. On their way they were going to drop Sam and Elliott off at the library. Where the couple would look for any possible wishes that had already came true. Elliott wanted to go with her brother after grieving his death for a month she wanted to spend as much time as she could with him, but apparently so did Dean. It was understandable they all had missed him, but she was a little disappointed to be stuck with research duty.

“How you feeling?” Sam spoke up after at least twenty minutes of web searching. The dinosaur like computers making their task much more difficult than necessary.

“Much better.” Elliott lied her smile giving it away. Sam groaned annoyed at her stubborn behavior and ran hand through his shaggy brown hair.

“Don’t lie to me Ellie.”

“It’s just a headache Sam, don’t worry about it. Have you found anything?” She ignored his glare at the change of subject. Then once again she was saved by Dean, as Sam’s phone went off.

“Hey, got the place shut down for now,” Dean’s gruff voice informed them over the phone. Elliott listened in. The deserted library was quiet enough Sam didn’t even need to put it on speakerphone for her to hear. “Max and I drained the wishing well.” Elliott tensed not wanting them to mess with the well until they understood it. She didn’t want to chance Max getting hurt or worse.

“Looks like we found the source of all the wishing.” Max’s voice cut in. “An old coin. I’m sending Ellie a picture now. It’s stuck to the bottom of the well.”

“Like really stuck.” Dean added.

“I got it.” Elliott held her phone for Sam to see the picture of the coin. “Looks pretty old,”

“You geeks get on that. We’ll be back to pick you up soon.” Dean ordered. They could hear Max snickering in the background before they hung up.

“Let me see that?” Sam asked holding his hand out. She stood up from her seat and walked slowly over to hand her phone over. He eyed her suspiciously but held his tongue at the hunter’s slow movements. Soon his fingers were typing away on the ancient library computer.

Dean and Max were back in no time. Of course, by then Elliott had fallen asleep in her research pile at the library table. Sam hadn’t the heart to wake her when he knew she wasn’t feeling well. Max on the other hand looked great. He hadn’t thought Max even looked bad before but now his skin had a healthy glow, and his eyes were bright and lively.

“Someone has been having too much fun.” Max chuckled. “Snoozing on the job Ellie?” He ran a hand through her copper blonde hair and froze. Eyebrows furrowed he put the back of his hand to her forehead waking her up.

“Nughm-” Elliott grumbled sleepily and pushed his cold hand away. Her eyes peaked open and she wrinkled her forehead confused. “What are you doing?”

“You’re burning up Ellie. Are you sick?” Max brought the back of his hand up to her forehead again looking over her pale face and squinty eyes.

“No, I think it’s worse.” Sam sighed before she could stop him, now very worried.

“Sam,” Elliott protested now fully awake. She wouldn’t admit to herself that her head was much worse and she felt dizzy just sitting there.

“No, Elliott. This is not just a headache and you know it. Something is happening and it’s not good.” Sam corrected. Max’s worry was written all over his face as the back of his hand moved along her cheek and forehead checking the temperature again.

“What the Hell is that supposed to mean?” Dean barked stepping up to the group eyes darting from his brother to a pale looking Elliott.

“I think Elliott has Max’s migraine from yesterday.” Sam hypothesized. “The better Max is looking the worse Elliott seems to be getting.”

“Were you trying to keep this from us?” Dean raised his tone a little too loud for the quiet library. Elliott exhaled slowly not denying it and batted her brother’s hand away from her forehead again.

“Dammnit Ellie! This has something to do with your wish going bad!” Max shouted gathering the old librarian’s stern eyes.

“I think we should take this back to the motel.” Dean mumbled eyes flicking to the grumpy old librarian.

All four of them gave the librarian an apologetic smile as they left. Sam helping escort Elliott an arm slung around her waist. With her balance off she had to lean on him a bit more than she cared to admit. They piled into the Impala Sam and Dean in their regular seats while Max and Elliott took the back.

“So what? Is the wish making her sick? What the hell is going on?” Dean questioned anger directed at both Sam and Elliott but his eyes stayed on the road.

“We can’t know for sure, but I think I’ve got a theory now.” Sam sighed his hazel eyes full of worry. “We can see that the better Max is getting the worse Ellie is, right? Like the wish is possibly transfer her life for his? Like her powers do.” Everyone but Elliott was stunned into silence.

“What? That’s insane! You have no proof. Just because I have his headache and stuff doesn’t mean-”

“How do we stop this?” Max demanded over his sister’s denial.

“Max, no-”

“Shut up Ellie!” Max snapped turning his panicked eyes to Sam for answers.

“We need to get the person who made the first wish in the well to take the coin back. According to my research it will reverse all the wishes.”

“No!” Elliott shouted. A bout of dizziness hit her and she threw her hand into her hands to try and center her perception. Elliott felt her brother’s hand on her shoulder to gather her attention.

“I’m not letting you die because of me Ellie. This is my decision, not yours and not theirs.” Max gestured to the Winchesters in the front seats. “I’m not even supposed to be here Bug.” He reasoned but she was shaking her head as a couple tears fell from her pleading eyes.

“How do we find this person to take out the coin?” Max turned away from his sister to ask the now quiet Winchesters.

“We need to find the first wish.” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. His sad eyes now glued to the road not wanting to look into the rearview mirror to see Elliott in anguish or Max’s stony expression seemingly accepting his own fate.

“Well I searched for local news, anything too good to be true or strange, I found a couple options. There was a bigfoot sighting a few days ago which is more probable but the earliest possibility is a recent engagement after the couple was only together a week.” Sam concluded warily.

“No!!” She shouted again. “I said no damnit!”

“I’m so sorry Ellie.” Max apologized with a sad but determined voice.

“This isn’t up to you Sweetheart.” Dean added. His gruff tone a little deeper than normal to help cover up his sorrow. Then began to pull over to the side of the road, needing a game plan so he could drive in the right direction.

“I can’t lose you again. You can’t just- just- Max what about you? Your life? You can’t just give up,” Elliott’s voice broke as she continued to ramble. “…not for me.” Max wrapped his arm around her hugging her to his side for a few silent minutes.

“That’s what big brothers are for.” He whispered in her ear. Then Max looked up at Sam and Dean releasing a shaky breath trying to silently communicate with his eyes and gave them a strong nod.

She could see that Max had something shinny in his hands but before she knew what was happening, he lunged at her. In her weakened state she wasn’t even able to fight back and within a blink of an eye her good wrist that wasn’t in a cast was handcuffed to the door handle. Max leaned back expecting his sister to lash out at him but she froze in shock. Elliott’s eyes were as round as saucers and she pulled at the cuff.

“Max!” Elliott squeaked in shock and horror.

“I know you Ellie. You won’t let me do what I need to. This is the only way to keep you from stopping me.” Max explained apologetically.

“No, no, no, no. Max no! Don’t do this! No.” She sputtered and yanked at the cuff. “Sam, Dean, please! -please don’t let him do this.” Elliott croaked out making Sam cringe and turn away.

“Max, you do know what this means…” The older Winchester turned to him avoiding Elliott’s pleading eyes.

“I know.” Max gave him a sad smile. Dean gave him a nod promising to save Elliott even at the great cost of losing his friend and her brother. Then started the Impala back up and drove towards the engaged couples place with the directions Sam was giving him. Elliott shrieked furiously yanking at the cuff wildly.

“Hey, hey!” Dean shouted. “Someone calm her down before she brakes Baby!”

“Dean!” Sam glared at his brother’s choice of words as Max moved quick to help. He grabbed her shoulders again too easily pinning her back against the seat. Her attempts to push him off far too weak to have any effect.

“Hey. Look at me.” Max demanded slowing her struggles. “This could be our last chance to say goodbye. Do you really want to ruin that by acting like a brat?”

That stopped her completely. Her head hung bowed in shame as she tried to sniff back tears that just couldn’t stop from falling. “I’m sorry.” She breathed in the silent car. The cuff rattled and halted her attempt to wipe away the tears on her cheek. Sighing when she couldn’t use her cuffed right hand. Then used her free hand covered in the girly flowered cast. Clumsily wiping her wet cheeks.

“Ellie. How lucky are we to get a second chance to say goodbye, hmm?” Max spoke softly pushing her coppery blonde hair out of her face to look her in the eye. “I know this is hard for you Ellie Bug, but you are so strong. If anyone can get through this it’s you.”

“I can’t.” Elliott whispered. “I can’t, I need my brother. I need you.”

“No, you don’t. Not anymore. Ellie you’ve still got family here. That clown in the front seat?” Max nodded to Dean as he drove. “He might joke around but you said it yourself, he’s family.” Elliott sniffled her wet eyes dared to meet Dean’s in the rearview mirror before looking back to Max. “And even though it’s weird you have Sam. I’ve never seen you click like this with anyone before. I don’t know if I really understand it but I can see it. There is something different about you with him. You have family, besides there is no way you can truly get rid of me I’ll always be with you Bug.” Both Sam and Dean stayed quiet letting them have their goodbye.

“Max but it’s my fault you- If I wasn’t so slow, I could have-” Elliott choked.

“No, no, no. That’s the job Ellie. We both know it. No one gets out of the life. If I hear you are blaming yourself for me? You’re going to be in for a major ass kicking in the afterlife.” Max threatened making Elliott let out a wet chuckle.

The car slowed down to a residential house and she felt her heart speed up. Max looked up at Sam and Dean before giving Elliott a sad smile. “We’ll be right back.”

Elliott sat there handcuffed to the door handle trying to process. This was it and she knew it. Now that she wasn’t fighting back her adrenaline began to fade. She could feel a cloud roll over her mind, fogging her brain and her muscles ached feeling weaker than before. She hated it but Sam was right, she was getting worse. When the men returned, they were leading a scrawny shorter man with thick glasses to the car. Max sat in the middle of the back seat pulling the man in next to him. Dean slammed his door shut and started the Impala and took off towards the restaurant.

“Is she okay?” The scrawny guy eyed Elliott sitting on the other side of Max. She shivered at the cool air but didn’t seem to be able to stop the cold seeping into her warm skin.

“Ellie?” Max fretted grabbing her shoulders again to steer her attention to him, Elliott felt her eyes start to droop her head rolled a little with Max’s movement.

“Mm finn.” She slurred blinking slowly trying to fight the clouding dizziness.

“Shit.” Sam’s curse had her inhale sharply as she tried even harder to clear the fog. “Dean hurry!” The Impala speed up making her head lull back.

“Ellie, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to make this right.” Max soothed but his terrified tone was not hidden well, and she wasn’t sure she wanted him to make this right.

“What’s wrong with her?” Then man on the other side of Max pitched.

“Her wish is going bad, asshat.” Dean barked at the pathetic man. “If you don’t pull that coin out and reverse all this, she’s going to die!”

The man’s eyes widened so much it looked like they would pop out of his thick glasses. Elliott in her delirious state started to laugh at the cartoon like man.

“Ellie?! You okay back there?” Sam’s concern was turning to panic as he watched the delirious hunter continue to laugh from the front seat. Her laughter subsided when she got a look out the window as the Impala slowed.

“Whoa… Ssss thha real?” Elliott slurred as they pulled up to the Chinese restaurant. Everyone turned to see what she was mumbling about. A kid had just flipped an SUV over with his bare hands.

“Yeah that’s real sweetheart.” Dean mumbled back baffled at the scene before them. He then jumped out of the Impala turning back to Sam. “I’ll handle super kid. You two get Wes to the well.” He ordered but turned to Max with a meaningful yet stern gaze. “See you on the other side Max.” Then gave Elliott one last look ordering them to hurry, but it was Elliott’s whimper spurred Max and Sam on. Max turned to his little sister stirring her from her foggy brain.

“This is it Bug.” He kissed her on the top of her too head that was too warm for comfort. “You be safe. Don’t want to see you up there for a long time. You hear me?”

“Max...” She slurred but her wet cheeks let him know she understood what was happening. Before she was ready Max was out of the car with Sam and the other man.

From her view Elliott could watched them bicker through the back window. The scrawny man seemed to like he wasn’t cooperating. Then she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Sam started seizing while lightning sizzled around him. He was being struck by lightning! The next thing she saw Sam had collapsed to the pavement his shoes a few feet away from him smoking. Elliott started to shriek hysterically pulling on the locked door handle. Frantically trying to get to him. She was expecting to lose her brother she couldn’t lose her giant too. No this couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t the plan she panicked franticly.

Max had a moment of stunned horror before he was able to shout back to his sister. She couldn’t understand him and continued her weak struggles that were draining what little energy she had left. Max shoved the smaller man into the restaurant. Elliott’s movement slowed as exhaustion pulled her down. Her head lulled back as her arms went numb at her sides weak from exertion. A whine escaped her throat when she could no longer move her limbs, now weighed down like led. She could feel her breath become shallow and her vision was blurring at the edges. Her eyes began drooping, and it was becoming difficult to keep them open.

It was instant. She knew exactly when it happened, when the coin was pulled from the well reversing all of the wishes. Her fever was gone, no longer shaking and her head was completely clear of pain and fog. The only thing that stayed was the exhaustion. She laid back breathing evenly. Sam was suddenly ripping open the backdoor to get to her. The moment she saw him a sob of relief left her throat too tired to hold it back.

He crawled in the back seat hands cupping the sides of her face. “Ellie, baby, are you okay?” She nodded pulling him in close and hugged him as tightly as she could.

“I thought you were dead.” Elliott sputtered breath shaky. “I thought you were-”

“I’m right here. I’m okay.” He reassured her. “How’s your head? Your fever seems to be gone.” He removed the back of his hand from her head.

“No headache. Honestly.” She sniffed. “Just really tired.”

Sam nodded shoulders sagging in relief. Then undid her cuff to hold her better. “Just relax, I got you Ellie.” Weakly she moved to rest her head on his chest. The thumping of his heartbeat in her ear and the feel of his warm hand stroking her hair eased her worry.

“Is it over? Is she okay?” Dean panted through the open door. Sam just gave him a sad nod. Knowing that the price was Max was now gone. As much as he would miss Max again, he was selfishly happy that Elliott was alive right now. “How you feeling Princess?”

“I just want to sleep.” Elliott mumbled quietly, not wanting to think about what It meant that she was feeling better.

“That’s alright baby, got to sleep I got you.” Sam soothed again as Dean stared up the Impala driving off.

Just like the night before Sam’s absence was what woke her. With the Impala’s windows cracked Elliott could hear the Winchester’s conversation as they stood only a few feet from the car. She automatically felt guilty. This whole time she had been worried about losing her brother while Dean had been struggling with his memories of Hell. When the men got back in, she pretended she was woken up by the doors creaking. She didn’t think Dean would want her to know what she heard so she didn’t say anything.

Sam apologized for waking her before surprisingly sliding back into the backseat with her rather than take shotgun. He stretched out a long leg against the back of the seats and pulled her onto him, murmuring for her to go back to sleep. It didn’t take long before she crashed again. The sound of Sam’s heartbeat under her ear lulled her to sleep assuring her that her giant was with her.

Authors Note:

Okay, Okay, I know super angsty, but I felt Max deserved a real goodbye. This was one of my favorite chapters to write so far. Hope whoever reads this enjoyed it as well. I want to thank ANYONE who has continued to read so far. I am deeply honored. If you like what you are reading please like and I would be over the hill to get any comments. It would be an awesome early birthday present lol. Thank you again for reading!

This Corona virus thing is insane! If things continue like this I might be posting a lot more.

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The Magnificent Seven

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie realize they have an enormous task: hunting down the hundreds of demons that escaped from the Devil’s gate.

Disclaimers: blood, death

Word Count: 9.2K

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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Dean’s POV

I kept my eyes trained on Ellie from across the bar, mindlessly sipping from the pint in front of me. From here, she was drunkenly leaning against a table, talking to two tall guys who looked like they just crawled out of a frat house.

“You know how I know she’s drunk?” Sam said to me from the stool next to mine. I raised an eyebrow, sparing a glance to look over at him. “That guy’s wearing a button down with nothing under it. Sober Ellie would be hustling him.”

I snorted, taking another drink as Sam went back to the lore book when my phone rang. I pulled it from my pocket, Bobby’s name blinking up at me, “Hey, Bobby."

“Whatcha doing?”

I tapped my finger against the rim of the glass, glancing at the book in front of Sam’s, the pages open up to a chapter about crossroads demons. “Oh, same old, same old."

“You two buried in that book again?” Bobby asked, my silence the only answer he needed. “If you want to break Ellie free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book.”

“Then where, Bobby?” I sighed, exasperated. I just wanted some clear answers for once.

“Kid, I wish I knew,” he said. “So where is your sister?”

I glanced back to her where she was now taking shots with a group of college kids. “Shaping up her knife-throwing skills.”

“Really?”

“No, she’s getting plastered,” I said truthfully, wincing as she took a third shot, one right after the other.

“Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something.”

“What’d you find?” At my words, Sam turned to me, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’ll tell you when you get to Lincoln, but be quick.”

With that ominous line hanging between us, he ended the call. I pulled the phone from my ear, looking down at it in confusion before snapping it shut.

“What’d he say?” Sam asked, gathering the things from our table.

“Looks like we’re going to Nebraska.” I looked back toward Ellie. “You wanna be the one to reign the bull in or should I?”

Sam smirked, clapping my shoulder as he snatched the Impala’s keys from my hand, “Good luck.”

I groaned, “I hate college towns.”

I started toward the group that seemed to double in size. I pushed through the chanting group to the middle where there was a circle formed around Ellie and the guy with the open shirt, the two of them bent over slightly with the sides of a beer can held tight to their lips. I watched her shotgun it until it was quickly empty. She crunched the can, and the entire group erupted.

“El-…Ellie!”

Ellie whipped around, her eyes wide and glossed over, “Deeeeaaannnn! What’re you doing here?!”

I rolled my eyes, staring up at the ceiling before veering her toward the bars doors, “Alright, that’s enough we gotta hit the road.”

She stumbled forward, her foot catching on a leg chair. I held back laughter as she quickly stood straight again, looking back to the group, “But, we were just about to do karaoke-”

“Great, well I’ll be saving you from embarrassment, let's go.”

Ellie let out an exasperated groan before turning to the group and doing a half-bow that resulted in her stumbling sideways before catching herself on a barstool, “My chariot awaits.”

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“And then- and then-” Ellie tried again before bursting into another fit of laughter, the noise reverberated off the walls of the car as she tried to retell a story from the bar. “Brian- he slips on the beer he just spilled…right onto his ass!”

She exploded with laughter again, holding her sides. I glanced over at Sam who let out a small chuckle, “At least she’s a happy drunk.”

Ellie wiped the tears that were streaming down her face. “Thanks for taking me tonight. I ‘ppreciate it.”

I nodded slowly, remembering how she begged us to take her to some dingy bar just past a school campus. “Sure, El.”

I watched in the rearview mirror as she slowly sat up, leaning towards Sam and I, “Really? I thought you’d ne’er let me live it down.”

“Oh, I’m not,” I clarified. “You’re just too drunk to remember it tomorrow.”

“You deserve to have a little fun,” Sam said this time. I spared a glance over to him where he was staring intently out the front windshield.

“Couldn’t agree more,” she said, random giggles punching out of her as she fell back into her seat.

“So, what’d Bobby say was in Lincoln?” Sam asked, tearing his eyes from Ellie and looking to me.

“Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm. Could be demonic omens –“

“Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem,” he suggested.

I shrugged, nodding, “Yeah, but it's our only lead.”

“Any freaky deaths?"

“Nothing Bobby could find – not yet, anyway,” I said, tapping my thumbs against the steering wheel. “It's weird, man. I mean, the night the Devil’s Gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?”

“Seventeen."

“Seventeen,” I repeated. I glanced up at the rearview mirror to Ellie sleeping in the backseat, her head pressed against the window with her mouth wide open. “You'd think it would be ‘Apocalypse Now’, but it's been five days and bubkis. What are the demons waiting for?

Sam shook his head, “Beats me.”

“It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already.”

“I don't know, man,” Sam said uneasily. I looked over to him. “Be careful what you wish for."

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Ellie’s POV

Just Outside Lincoln, Nebraska

The car rolled to a stop in the middle of a driveway in front of a quaint white house, but the scenery was the last thing on my mind. I quickly threw the door open, unable to handle the contained smell of Dean’s greasy breakfast combined with the humidity, any longer. I hunched over beside the car, my hands on my knees as I heaved, the alcohol from last night making a reappearance.

“Hey! Watch the rims!” Dean yelled to me, his burger still half-chewed in his mouth.

I clenched my jaw, looking back at him angrily before vomiting again. I grasped the side of the car, groaning as I collected myself and slowly turned around. Dean was smirking as he took another bite of his burger, the grease making the wrapper beneath it begin to droop.

“I’ll kill you,” I warned. I winced against the bright sun. For the first time, I could hear the high-pitched insects around us. “Hear those cicadas?”

“That can't be a good sign,” Sam said.

“No. No, it can't.”

Bobby’s car pulled up close behind us. He stood from the car, raising an eyebrow at Dean, “So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?”

Dean looked down at it, shrugging as Bobby flicked his eyes over to me as I shielded the sun from my eyes, “And drinkin’ all night?”

I shrugged, too, pulling my shirt away from my sticky body, “I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I’m not sweating liver cancer.”

“So, Bobby, what do you think?” Sam asked. “We got a biblical plague here or what?”

“Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero.”

We followed Bobby up the porch stairs to the house beside us. Dean ran a greasy hand down his jacket before pounding a closed fist on the door, “Candygram!”

We waited for a response, but nothing came. I swatted away a fly buzzing around my head, noticing the way the cicadas only seemed to be getting louder. The four of us looked to each other after a long silence, a silent conversation passing between us. Sam pulled his lock pick from his pocket and swiftly unlocked the door.

I reached behind me, grabbing my gun and holding it downward as we slowly entered the house. Before we even stepped inside, the smell of rotting flesh wafted out onto the porch. I instantly shoved my nose and mouth into the crook of my elbow, thanking whatever god was out there that I didn’t have any alcohol left in me.

“That's awful,” Dean groaned, coughing at the smell. “That so can't be a good sign.”

We silently crept through the house, Sam, Dean and I closely following one another. We rounded from the entryway into the kitchen, keeping our backs pressed against the wall that turned into the dining room. Sam and I watched Dean for the signal, and when he nodded, we whipped around the corner, our guns at the ready. However, that room was empty too, save for a few flies buzzing around in the sink. I examined the plates inside that looked like they hadn’t been touched in weeks, food still caked over them.

We continued walking through the house until I could hear a faint noise coming from the room straight ahead of me. I held a hand out in front of Sam and Dean, looking up at them, “You hear that?”

They listened, and then I could tell I wasn’t going crazy, that I actually was hearing the faint sounds of a woman screaming behind the door. We inched toward it, and from here, the smell of rotting flesh was even stronger, seeping through the cracks in the door. We surrounded it before Dean kicked it open, the door swinging wide.

I suppressed a gag, grimacing instead at the three dead bodies propped up on the couch in front of an old TV. Sam and Dean groaned, “Oh, my god.”

We slowly inched around the couch, realizing now that the screams were coming from a black and white movie playing in front of them. There were three of them on the couch: a woman, a man and a young kid. Now we knew where all the flies were coming from.

Bobby rounded the corner as he came into the living room, gasping at the sight, and smell, of the situation we now had on our hands.

“Bobby, what the hell happened here?” Sam asked.

“I don't know.”

“Check for sulfur,” Dean suggested. The three of us nodded, taking four different areas of the room. I examined the body of the young boy, my eyes inspecting the couch around him when Dean whistled quietly to us. We popped our heads up to him where he was crouched next to a window. He held up three fingers together, shaking them side to side. We weren’t alone.

I stood, all of us taking different corners of the house. I went through the kitchen, peeking through the small window above the sink that led out to the large backyard, but nothing. I pulled away, quietly opening the back door that led to the wrap around porch. My first steps creaked under my weight. Wincing, I tip toed toward the edge of the railing, but nobody was down there, either. That was when I heard a resounding thwack followed by someone falling to the porch. I raced around the corner, Bobby and Sam suddenly on my heels. Dean was on the ground, staring up at a shotgun pointed right between his eyes.

Bobby slowed his run to a jog before stopping in recognition of the two people standing over him. A man and a woman, “Isaac? Tamara?”

The woman’s head shot up, “Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?” She asked in a thick British accent.

“I could ask the same,” Bobby laughed.

“Heya, Bobby!” Isaac beamed, shaking hands with him over Dean who was still lying on the porch, looking up in confusion.

“Hello,” he said, reaching a hand up. “Bleeding here.”

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Isaac and Tamara’s house turned out to be somewhat of a warehouse for all things hunting. They showed us into their basement, an offer I would’ve politely declined if it hadn’t been for Bobby who reassured us on the way that Isaac and Tamara were good people.

I was eyeing a large map pinned to the wall, decorated with different colored string when Dean laughed loudly into his phone, “Jenny! That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually.”

I wrinkled my eyebrows at his back. I shook my head, going back to the map.

“Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?” Isaac asked as he rummaged through some drawers.

“Well, where'd you leave it?”

“I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking.”

Sam let go of what looked like a bone that was tied to a sparkling chandelier. He glanced to me and then back to them, “Palo Santo?”

“It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons. Like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them,” Tamra explained as she easily found the stake, handing it to her husband.

He smiled, “Thank you, dear.”

“You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me.”

He leaned in, kissing her lightly. I smiled softly, “So, how long you two been married?”

“Eight years this past June,” Isaac said, wrapping his arm around Tamara’s midsection.

“The family that slays together...”

Sam chuckled, “Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?” Isaac and Tamara’s smiles faded instantly. Sam shifted uncomfortably. He looked back to Bobby who lightly shook his head. “Uh, you know...I'm sorry. It's not – that's none of my business.”

“No, no. It's – it's alright,” Tamara said quietly.

“Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an…appletini,” Dean said as he came back into the room, grimacing at his own words. “Yeah. Call you.” Dean pulled his phone from his ear, smirking as he snapped it closed. “That was the coroner's tech.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows, “And?”

“Get this – that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up.”

My eyebrows shot up at this, “But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away.”

“Right,” Sam agreed. “What is this, a demon attack?”

“If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty,” Bobby said.

Dean nodded, “Well, what now? What should we do?”

“Uh, ‘we're’ not gonna do anything,” Isaac said.

I looked over to him in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't ‘Scooby-Doo,’ and we don't play well with others.”

“Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together,” Sam countered, the sudden pushback from Isaac confusing all of us.

“No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place.”

Dean took a step closer to him, “‘No offense’?”

“Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake,” Tamara reprimanded.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink,” Isaac scoffed. “Never brought on the end of the world, though.”

“Alright. That's enough,” Sam said. “Guys, this isn't helping.”

“Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike,” Isaac began, his voice raising with every word. “There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us – on all of us!”

Before he could say another word, Tamara grabbed his arm, ushering him up the basement stairs, “Okay. that's quite enough testosterone for now.”

I watched as the two of them ascended the staircase and even then, we could hear their hushed conversations.

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The death of the girl who’d walked out of a clothing store and was then robbed for a pair of shoes came from Tamara and Isaac’s police scanner in the corner of their basement. Which was how I now found myself in front of one of the witnesses, a blonde girl with large brown eyes.

I smiled empathetically, “What happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is. You got to make every second count.” When I could see Sam and Dean approaching, I straightened up slightly before looking back to the girl. “Excuse me a minute, would you?”

“Sure,” she nodded before turning in the other direction of the department store.

Dean cocked an eyebrow, “Ellie, what are you doing?”

“I'm comforting the bereaved,” I said defensively, hiding a smirk. “What are you doing?”

“Workin',” Sam shrugged. “Dead body, possible demon attack – that kind of stuff.”

I let out a loud, dramatic, fake cough, hitting my chest with a closed fist, “You guys, I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left, and, uh…got to make every second count.”

Sam sighed, looking apologetic, “Yeah, right. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” I beamed.

“Whoa,” Dean whistled to Bobby who’d come into the store in an expensive looking suit, his hair slicked back. “Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?”

“Attorney for the D.A.'s office,” Bobby clarified as he adjusted his tie on a mirror on the wall. He looked back at us. “I just spoke to the suspect.”

“Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?”

Bobby shook his head, “Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing.”

“Maybe she's just some random whack job,” Dean suggested.

“If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you kids find anything around here?”

Sam shook his head, “No sulfur, nothing.”

“Well, maybe something,” I said. I looked back behind me, their eyes following my line of sight up to the security camera up toward the ceiling. I smirked at Sam and Dean triumphantly. “See? I'm working.”

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Sam, Bobby and I sat behind the computer at the department store, sorting through the footage as Dean was talking to more suspects. After what felt like hours, Dean came back into the room, peering at the screen over Bobby’s shoulder, “Anything interesting?”

“I don't know yet. Might just be a guy...or it might be our guy,” Sam said as we continued to watch a man talking to the main suspect in the murder. He laid a hand on her shoulder before gesturing to the brunette woman beside them, who was holding up a pair of green heels.

After going over the footage, it didn’t take us long to look into this guy. We decided to split up, that Sam would go find out more about our suspect, I would get more info on our blonde murderer and Dean and Bobby would find out where he worked.

I looked between them as responsibilities were divvied up. And, before they could set off in different directions, I jogged to catch up with Sam, “Hey, I think I’ll just tag along with you.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as we fell into step with one another, “You sure?”

“Yeah, is that alright?”

Sam shrugged, “Yeah, I mean you’re usually Miss Independent.”

“Is it a crime to want to solve a murder with my brother?”

Sam laughed lightly, “Alright. We’ll start with local police records. See if this guys ever been charged with anything.”

I nodded, the two of us falling into step with one another when I suddenly noticed it was just my feet against the pavement. I turned, looking to where Sam had stopped, looking around at the people walking behind us. I frowned, slowly backing up, “What is it?”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, “Nothing, I just…felt like someone was watching me.”

I raised my eyebrows, looking around, “I think you need a beer.”

However, my humor didn’t seem to put him anymore at ease. Instead, he just turned back as we kept walking, checking over his shoulder twice on the way to the police station.

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Bobby’s car was parked in front of an old bar where, cutting through the dark sky, were the fluorescent neon signs from inside. Sam slapped my arm as we rounded the car, holding up one finger to his lips. He waved me forwarded, squatted down as we approached the car. I grinned, following his lead. From here, we could see Bobby and Dean talking in the front seats. We stalked closer to the car, Sam on the passenger side where Dean was and me on the drivers side.

At the same time, we jumped up, banging our fists on the rolled up windows. Bobby and Dean shouted, looking at us with wide eyes. Sam and I laughed as we pulled open their doors and pushed their seats forward to be able to get into the back. Dean shook his head, “That’s not funny!”

I chuckled as we settled into the backseat, “It was, actually.”

Sam leafed through the papers we were able to get on our suspect, “So, John Doe's name is Bo Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago.”

“The night the Devil's Gate opened?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah.”

“So you think he's possessed?” Bobby asked, turning to look at us.

I shrugged, knowing it was really the only other explanation, “Well, it's a good bet.”

Dean nodded slowly, “So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?”

“Those demons that got out at the gate – they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen,” Bobby said. The thought was more than unsettling, considering all they’ve been able to do before.

“You mean the demons we let out,” Sam clarified. I glanced sideways at him.

“Guys,” Dean said to us as he stared out through Bobby’s front windshield. I followed his line of sight to where Bo was getting out of a black car, headed straight for the bar.

“Alright. Showtime,” I said, eager to smoke this guy back to hell.

“Wait a minute,” Bobby said.

I wrinkled my eyebrows, “What?”

“What'd I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure.”

I held back a scoff, “Oh, so he can kill someone else on our watch?”

“We're no good dead!” Bobby reprimanded. “And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is.”

Sam spoke up this time, “Hey, Bobby? I don't think that's an option.”

“Why not?”

Sam motioned toward the other side of the parking lot where, under the bright streetlights, we could see Tamara and Isaac getting out of a truck and heading straight for the bar. Bobby slammed an open hand on the steering wheel in anger, “Damn it!”

We didn’t wait long after Tamara and Isaac were inside. We filed from the car, keeping clear from the windows until we could peek just over the windowsills. Inside, Tamara and Isaac sat down at a table, quietly talking to each other, just as the demon walked past them and into a back room.

Isaac looked to Tamara, the two of them talking quickly before Tamara took his hands, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Isaac gave her hands a squeeze before standing, but before he could even make it three steps away from the table, a tall bald man grabbed him by his jacket collar.

I watched as the demon came from the back room again, the whole thing obviously a ploy. Isaac’s eyes went wide and Tamara slowly stood up behind him just as the rest of the bar patrons crowded around the two of them, their eyes clicking black one by one.

“Well, that’s not good,” Dean said. The four of us quickly rounded to the side of the bar toward the front doors. I tried the handles, but when those didn’t work, resorted to throwing my body against the door. Over and over again until finally, Dean, Sam and Bobby were doing it, too.

Eventually, we knew it wouldn’t be enough. From inside the bar we could hear yelling and loud, horrible laughter as Tamara began to scream.

“Hey!” We heard from behind us. Bobby was behind the wheel of his car, revving the engine of the old mustang. We dashed to the car, Dean barely closing his door as Bobby threw the car into reverse and punched the gas, sending us flying backwards into the doors of the bar.

The bar burst open, large pieces of wood flying around us. Dean and Bobby immediately got from the car followed by Sam and I. Bobby and Dean went for the demons crowding in from the left as Sam and I took the ones holding Tamara back.

I used the holy water in the flask in my hands to spray it across the demons in front of me who sizzled, falling to the floor in pain. Sam and I kept at it until we got to Tamara who was screaming hysterically. I wasn’t until the demon in front of me fell to the floor did I see it. Isaac was lying on the ground, face down with a bottle of drain cleaner beside him.

Tamara was screaming for him as Sam grabbed her, pulling her back toward the car, “Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!”

I continued to throw the holy water over the demons who were beginning to struggle back to their feet. There was one reason we were here, and I’d be damned if we didn’t bring the demon whose been killing back with us.

“Ellie, come on!” I could hear Dean yelling from the car. Sam and Bobby were yelling, too. “ELLIE! COME ON!”

The demon was just feet from me now. I threw more holy water at him, backing up until I was next to the trunk. Buying myself some time, I threw more of the water in his direction before pulling the trunk open.

The demon got back to his feet, and in a last ditch effort to get him into the trunk, I swung the holy water flask in his direction, but only a drop of it came out. For an instant, we just stood, watching each other. The demon’s face twisted upward before laughing right in my face.

I grabbed the demon by the back of his neck, elbowing twice under his chin and then punching his sternum twice. It was enough time to twist him around by his arms and throw him in the trunk. The demon was still gasping for air as he screamed at the sight of the devil’s trap painted on the inside of the trunk’s top.

I slammed it shut, rounding the car as I jumped in, the demons already starting to crowd around the car again, “Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!”

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“...and I say we're going back – now!” Tamara yelled in the midst of the heated, and short-lived discussion on what to do next. With a demon strapped up in Isaac and Tamara’s living room and a handful of them out roaming god knows where, we were split, and she was dead set on going back for Isaac. I didn’t exactly blame her.

“Just hold on a second!” Dean shot back.

“I left my husband bloody on the floor!”

“Okay, I understand that, but we can't go back,” Sam tried to reason.

Her chest was rising and falling heavily. She paused as if she was taking into consideration what they were saying, but I knew she already made up her mind, “Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar.”

“I'll go with her,” I said, walking with Tamara toward the door.

“You’re not going!” Dean shouted.

“I am,” I countered, an admittedly weak argument.

“It's suicide, Ellie!” Sam yelled at me.

“So what?! I'm dead already!”

A beat of silence passed over us and when Dean spoke again, his voice began soft before getting loud again, “How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!”

“I don't care!”

“We don't even know how many of them there are!”

“Yeah, we do. There’s seven,” Bobby interjected. He looked between Tamara and I. “Do you have any idea who we're up against?”

I raised my eyebrows, looking to Sam and Dean for some kind of idea of what he was talking about, “No. Who?”

“The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!”

“‘What's in the box?!’” Dean said suddenly. We slowly looked over to him where he was smiling awkwardly. “Brad Pitt? ‘Se7en’? No?-” Bobby shoved a large book into Dean’s arms. Dean wrinkled his eyebrows. “What’s this?”

“‘Binsfeld's Classification of Demons’. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins – not just as human vices but as actual devils.”

Sam nodded slowly as the pieces began to fall together, “The family – they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper…”

“That's Envy's doing – the customer we got in the next room,” Bobby confirmed. “I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony.”

“I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!” Tamara said angrily. Bobby took a step toward her, looking seconds away from losing his temper.

“We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages. We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath…” he said calmly before shouting, “and figure out what our next move is!”

Tamara, who now looked like she’d been reduced to only the pain she felt for her dead husband remaining, watched Bobby sadly. I glanced to Sam and Dean, fear kicking up deep in my gut, knowing that if this were anything less than a world-threatening situation, Bobby would say we could solve it over a night of research and a bottle of whiskey. But, now, things were different.

Bobby kept his eyes on Tamara, immediate regret as his words settled in, even though he knew there was nothing we could do about what happened. “I am sorry for your loss.”

Tamara turned, ascending the stairs of the basement, followed by Bobby. Sam, Dean and I were left alone in the quiet. I looked up at them, hoping to see some kind of reassurance that we could handle this the same way we’d been able to take care of everything else. However, the three of us just stared for a few seconds before looking away, knowing we were not prepared for something this big.

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Envy was still tied to a chair in the living room, sitting square under a devil’s trap on the ceiling. He smirked at each of us as we came back into the living room, “So you know who I am, huh?”

“We do,” Bobby said. “We’re not impressed.”

“Why are you here?” Sam asked, stepping toward Envy. “What are you after?”

Envy stayed quiet, only watching Sam with an intense interest. Dean immediately came forward, splashing more holy water across his face, “He asked you a question. What do you want?”

The demon groaned in pain, shielding his sizzling, bubbling face into his arm. He panted as he pulled it away, “We already have...what we want.”

I squinted at his words, “What’s that?”

“We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many,” he said. I squeezed my upper arms that were folded across my chest. “So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun.”

“Fun?” Sam scoffed.

“Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf,” he began. His eyes traveled from Sam and over to Tamara who was watching him with intense rage. “Me? I like to see people's insides…on their outside.”

“I'm gonna put you down like a dog,” Tamara warned.

“Please. You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh?” Envy laughed, looking around at the group of us before looking Dean up and down. “What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust.”

Dean thought about it, before making a face that said he couldn’t exactly deny Envy’s words.

Envy looked over at Tamara, “And Tamara. All that wrath. Oohh, tsk tsk. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to...drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago.”

In an instant, Tamara swung her fist back and forcefully connected it with the side of his face, sending him flying sideways. Bobby and Sam pulled her back from him.

“Whew!” Envy laughed, rotating his jaw. “My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins! We are natural, human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny...greedy...hungry...violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others — they’re coming for me.”

I watched as Dean leaned forward, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, getting straight into Envy’s face, “Maybe. But they're not gonna find you...’cause you'll be in Hell.” Envy’s face fell slightly, his smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. Dean stood to his whole height again. “Someone send this clown packing.”

“My pleasure,” Tamara said before opening the exorcising incantation.

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“I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them,” Bobby said once we were out of the living room to let Tamara finish the exorcism. We stood in the kitchen, peering over our shoulders every few minutes as Envy writhed in his chair.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“I think maybe this joker's right,” Bobby said, motioning to Envy. “They’re gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy.”

I glanced over my shoulder into the living room. I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth as I turned back to them, “You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time.”

“You're insane, El,” Dean said, not even considering the idea. “Just forget about it.”

“Dean’s right,” Sam agreed.

“There's six of them, guys,” I reminded them. “We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn. At least…at least this way I can be useful!”

“Maybe, but...there's no place to run that they won't find us,” Bobby said.

Sam looked to me, almost as if he were begging, “Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, alright?”

I thought about it, realizing that now was not really the time to argue, “Well, let's not make it easy for them.”

The house under our feet began shaking followed by a thunderous roar from the living room. We turned as Tamara came into the kitchen, slamming the book shut and shoving it back into Bobby’s arms. “Demon's out of the guy.”

“And the guy?” Dean questioned.

Tamara didn’t even turn back, “He didn't make it.”

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Sam, Dean and I were in charge of getting together any kind of defense we had against the demons, our complete list including only holy water, rock salt rounds, and two iron fire pokers. We were sitting on the floor of the living room, silently working, our only source of light coming from the lit candles resting on the tables behind us.

At one point, I felt Sam’s eyes on me. I looked up from where I was helping Dean load the shotguns. Dean looked up, too. We watched each other, not having to say a word to know how each of us were feeling. A silent conversation between us letting us know that there was a big possibility we may not be all walking out of here come morning.

That was when the radio beside Sam flicked on, a static version of I Shall Not Be Moved by Mississippi John Hurt filled the room. I gripped the iron poker tighter in my hands as Dean clicked his shotgun back into place, “Here we go.”

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Bobby’s POV

It didn’t take long after we’d salted every door and window in the place for the demons to start showing up. Tamara and I stayed guard at the front door of the house where, sure enough, we could already hear the faint yelling of a familiar voice. Tamara’s eyes widened.

“Tamara! Tamara! Tamara!” Isaac’s voice screamed out into the dark. “Help me! Please! Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!”

Tamara looked over to me with tears in her eyes. I quickly tried to reassure her even though the damn thing was pretty convincing, “It’s not him. It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse.”

“Baby!” The demon yelled, but this time, he was just outside the front door. Tamara gasped, jumping away from where she was leaning against it. “Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore...At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!”

“How did he know that?” Tamara cried.

“Steady, Tamara. Steady, steady…” I tried, laying a hand on her shoulder as she cried harder at the sound of her dead husband’s voice.

“You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?!” The demon shouted, but now his voice was different. He wasn’t crying. He was angry. “I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house...came...for our daughter! You just let her die, too.”

“You son of a bitch!” Tamara screamed and pushed the door open with her shoulder, breaking the salt line across the door. She grabbed the demon around the middle and the two of them flew down the stone porch stairs until they were on the dirt ground.

“Tamara, no!”

She was straddling him now, “You’re not Isaac!”

She raised her holy water-soaked blade above her head before sinking it deep into the middle of his chest. Instantly, demons swarmed the house, filing inside and running up the stairs toward where Sam, Dean and Ellie would be waiting for them.

The last demon to crawl inside was a large man. He looked me in the eyes and for every step he took towards me, I took two back. This had to be Sloth. I backed up until I hit the far wall of the living room and Sloth was inches from reaching out and grabbing me when something stopped him. I could’ve laughed as I looked up at the devil’s trap, his eyes following my line of sight.

I chuckled despite myself as I grabbed the book with the exorcism that was laying on a table beside me. “Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son.”

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Dean’s POV

We could hear the demons before we saw them. They came in a large group, loudly coming up the staircase. Sam, Ellie and I spared one last glance at each other before the demons parted ways, one coming towards me, two going toward Sam and another one going for Ellie.

I backed into the bathroom I was standing in front of as the demon approached me, her blonde hair cut close to her shoulders in waves. Her shirt was cut low, showing her bra beneath it.

I laughed shortly, “I suppose you're Lust.”

“Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be,” she smirked as she took another step closer. I took one back, my heel hitting the wall behind me.

“Yeah, alright, just stay back.”

“Or what?” She said, narrowing her eyes at me.

I thought about it, before nodding slowly, “Good point.”

“I'm not gonna hurt you – not yet,” she said as she came closer. This time, I had nowhere to go as she reached a hand out and rested it on my shoulder. “Not unless you want me to.”

I looked from her hand on me and back to her where instantly, I leaned in, our lips meeting. I held the back of her head, keeping her close to me.

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Sam’s POV

I backed up away from the two demons who advanced toward me. Before they could reach out to grab me, I slammed the door between us, locking it into place. I’d backed up just in time when the door flew inward across the small room.

“Here's Johnny!” The first demon bellowed, both of their eyes the darkest shade of black I’ve ever seen. The girl stayed slightly behind, watching as the demon in the suit sauntered forward. My heart began to pound faster as he looked up to the devil’s trap painted there. He laughed, shaking his head in what seemed like disappointment. “Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?”

“Let me guess – you're Pride,” I said.

Pride smiled, his arms open wide, “The root of all sin. And you...are Sam Winchester.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “That’s right, I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy. The boy king. Looking at you now, I got to tell you – don't believe the hype. You think i'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I?”

The two of them took another step closer, “You’re fair game now, boy, and it's open season.”

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Ellie’s POV

“Oh, Ellie Winchester,” the demon said as he walked toward me, backing me into the bedroom. “Alive and in the flesh, at least…alive for now.”

I chuckled humorlessly, “So which one are you, huh? Wrath? Wanna tell me about all my pent-up aggression?”

The demon stopped and began to laugh, “No, no, I’m not Wrath. Wrath is next door with your brother. No, I’m Greed.”

“Hm,” I said. “Well, if this is about that time I didn’t let Morgan Meyers have any of my cookies back in middle school, he was a little bitch anyway-”

“You really don’t care, do you?” Greed cut me off. “I can’t smell any of the fear on you like I could smell on the rest of them. It’s like a sweaty locker room out there. And I think I know why…your time is running out anyway, isn’t it?”

I clenched my jaw as he stopped coming towards me and now resorted to walking circles around me. I could feel his eyes traveling up and down my body.

He chuckled darkly, “You know…what you did? It was the greediest thing you can do. Rewriting someone’s story just to make sure they’re in a few more pages of yours.” He came back around, standing in front of me again. “Can’t say I didn’t see it coming, though. Must run in the family…with your mom, your dad…you’re all practically throwing yourselves at death.”

He took another step closer until he was inches from me. I kept my eyes trained on his, could smell blood on his breath. “You’re all rotten, pathetic…greedy people. Did you ever think about the fact you’ll be down there with mommy and daddy? Hearing them scream for mercy. Pleading for the pain to stop? Because, you know what? I’ve met your mother already.”

I glared up at him, my fists clenching so tightly my nails drew blood from my palms.

“And she’s quite the screamer,” he said before his lips pulled back into a nasty smile.

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Dean’s POV

Lust continued to kiss me, running her fingers through my hair. I kissed back, keeping a hand on her back as we stumbled backwards until I could feel the soft give of the shower curtain behind me.

I grabbed the edge of it, ripped it open. Before the demon could react, I gripped the back of her neck and shoved her face into the tub filled with holy water. She screamed, bubbles floating to the surface as she thrashed. I held her down harder, gripping her hair in my fist until she finally stopped writhing, her top half hanging in the water.

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Ellie’s POV

I sliced my fist upward into Greed’s chin, making him fly backward. He quickly walked back towards me, swinging and accurately hitting the right side of my face. I stumbled back before advancing toward him again but he beat me to it, hitting me square in the chest. I let out a loud breath of air, holding my sternum, doubled over. It was the perfect position to pick up the jug of holy water hidden under the bed frame.

I whipped the jug around, hitting his face with it and then punched him three more times while he was stunned, sending him falling to the floor. I fell to my knees, straddling his chest, my knees pinning his arms to the side. I panted, unscrewing the lid to the jug and held Greed’s mouth open.

I poured the water into his mouth, forcing it down his throat until it was spilling over the sides. His eyes went wide, his hands hitting my thighs in an attempt to get me to stop until he finally stopped moving.

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Sam’s POV

Pride threw me to the floor before grabbing my shoulders and bringing me to sit up on my knees. He wrapped his arm around my throat, squeezing tightly. I gasped, clawing at this arm that only seemed to grow tighter.

Then, I heard another set of footsteps. I prayed it would be Dean or Ellie and not one of the other demons who got the upper hand on them.

The second demon not currently trying to strangle me turned, “You!”

I could hear them fighting, fists connecting with faces. I tried as hard as I could to let air into my lungs but I could hardly wiggle my fingers between my neck and Pride’s forearm holding me. Then, I heard a gurgling sound, my fear spiking at the fact the demon could’ve gotten Dean or Ellie. A body fell to the floor.

I tried turning to see when suddenly I was let go. I gasped, gulping down air as I quickly stood, swaying dizzily on my feet. I immediately looked to the ground where the second demon laid, her neck sliced open.

There was another girl there, now, wielding a knife with strange carvings on the blade. Her blonde hair hung in long waves down her shoulders over a black leather jacket. She looked pissed.

I grabbed Pride who advanced toward her, but she pulled him back and shoved the blade on the underside of his chin. Pride froze, the opening of his mouth flickering orange before he fell lifeless to the ground.

I panted as she examined the bloody blade that was now smoking slightly. “Who the hell are you?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, “I’m the girl that just saved your ass.”

I panted, “Well, I just saved yours, too.”

She laughed shortly, “See you around, Sam.”

The girl turned, leaving the room. I furrowed my eyebrows, going after her, “Wait!”

However, by the time I made it out into the hallway, she was gone.

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Ellie’s POV

Sam, Dean and I carried the bodies of the people the demons were possessing out from the house where we’d dug a shallow grave. There were only two of them that didn’t make it, the ones that’d gone after Sam and found the end of a blade.

After laying the second body into the grave, my eye caught Tamara on the other side of the yard where she stood in front of the burning pyre with Isaac’s body on top. “Think she's gonna be alright?”

“No,” Dean said truthfully. “Definitely not.” We watched as Bobby came from the house, shielding his eyes from the rising sun. “Well, you look like hell warmed over.”

“You try exorcising all night and see how you feel,” Bobby said.

“Any survivors, Bobby?” Sam asked.

“Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. The guy Ellie waterboarded, too,” he said. I winced slightly. “Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still...”

“That's more than you can say for these poor bastards,” Dean said, motioning to the grave in front of us.

Sam looked like he was really contemplating something before he finally spoke, “Bobby, that knife – what kind of blade can kill a demon?”

“Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing.”

“I'm just gonna ask it again – who was that masked chick?” Dean asking, holding back a laugh as he looked at Sam. “Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?”

I reached up, punching Dean hard in the shoulder at his words. He rubbed it in pain.

“Two demons, Dean,” Sam said, tight-lipped. “At once.”

“Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal,” he said, slapping him on his back.

“Yeah, well, if you want a troubling question, I got one for you,” Bobby said as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“What's that?” I asked.

“If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?”

I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth, nodding slowly, “You're right. That is troubling.”

Without another word, the idea hanging between the three of us, Dean brought out a small matchbox, lighting a wad of matches before throwing them into the grave.

I don’t know how long we were standing there when Tamara came around, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She barely spared a glance towards us as she made her way to her truck. “See you guys around.”

“Tamara?” Bobby said, turning to her as she threw her bag in through the back window. She met his eyes. “The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful.”

She nodded slowly, “You too.”

Bobby turned back to us after Tamara had pulled away, “Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same.”

“You got it,” Dean said.

Bobby nodded, setting off toward his own car when Sam called after him, “Wait, Bobby. We can win this war. Right?”

Bobby slowly turned, looking back at us followed by a long silence that put each of us at unease, letting us know that this was not like every other thing we’ve dealt with before. Bobby looked at the keys in his hands, “Catch you on the next one.”

We watched as Bobby pulled away, too. I looked back at Sam and Dean as we started walking toward Baby, “So, where to?”

“Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe,” Sam said.

I thought about it, “Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?”

Dean walked ahead of me, stopping me, “Yeah. Listen, we were talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal.”

I looked between the two of them, remembering the words the crossroads demon said to me about trying to get out of this deal, “Nah.”

Sam and Dean shared a look before Dean looked back at me in confusion, “‘Nah’?” What does that mean, ‘nah’?”

“You guys, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, alright? It's a goose chase.”

“Yeah, but we don't know that, Ellie—”

“Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help,” I said more forcefully, wishing they’d just drop the subject all together.

“Look, it's worth—”

“We're not going, and that's that!” I said, louder than I meant to. I shifted on my feet. “What about Reno, huh? Gamble all our money away, win big-”

“You know what? I've had it,” Sam said this time. I paused, watching him closely. “I’ve been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore.”

I laughed shortly, “That didn't last long.”

“Yeah, well, you know what? We’ve been busting our asses trying to keep you alive, Ellie, and you act like you could give a rat’s ass,” Dean said. “What, you got some kind of death wish or something?”

“No, it's not like that.”

“Then what's it like, Ellie?”

“Sam—”

“Please, tell me.”

I looked up at the two of them, knowing they were just trying to help, but I didn’t want it. Not if it meant Sam would die. “We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? Sam dies. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you.”

Dean looked to Sam, suddenly in understanding at my hesitation to get help. Sam sighed, his voice much quieter now, “How could you make that deal, Ellie?”

“'Cause I couldn't live with you dead,” I said, beginning to feel like a broken record. “Couldn't do it.”

“So, what, now I live and you die?”

I turned away from them, setting off back toward the car, “If all goes according to plan, yeah.”

Sam rushed forward, stepping in front of me so I couldn’t go any further. “Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Ellie. How did you feel when your mom sold her soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted, and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish.”

“Alright, Sam,” Dean tried, grabbing at his arm but Sam shook him off. Dean turned away, running a hand down his face.

I thought about what Greed had said to me. “Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that.”

“I'm not.”

“Tough. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam,” I admitted. Sam’s face shifted and Dean looked back at me. “I don't know, it's like there's a, a light at the end of the tunnel.”

“It's hellfire, El.”

“Whatever. You're both alive, I feel good – for the first time in a long time,” I said. My eyes bounced between them. “I got a year to live. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?”

I smirked, going around Sam and to the car. Dean shook his head at me, “You're unbelievable.”

I pursed my lips, narrowing my eyes as I thought about it, “Very true.”

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What Is and What Should Never Be

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)

Summary: While hunting a Djinn, or genie, Ellie is attacked and transported to an alternate world.

Disclaimers: you might cry I’m sorry, angst, tears, FLUFF, unprotected sex, suicide, blood, near-death, mentions of hospitals, very minor mentions of vomiting

Word Count: 13.3K

A/N: For some backstory context, read this oneshot before you read this one :)

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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I focused on the dark road ahead of me, my music softly playing through my iPod mounted on the dash, relishing in the fact that I was able to drive the Impala without having to listen to Dean’s music for once. However, I couldn’t shake the weird feeling I got while driving by myself.

My attention was divided from the highway when my phone rang beside me. I grabbed it, glancing at the caller I.D. before flipping it open, “Hey.”

“Hey, you make it there yet?” Sam asked from the other end.

I rolled my eyes even though I know he has good intentions, the constant worrying about me whenever I go off on my own is starting to get old. “Sam, you do know I can handle myself just fine, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed after letting a beat of silence pass. “Sorry, you’re right.”

“How’s it going there?” I asked, trying to suppress a smirk. “Dean scaling the walls yet?”

I could hear a resounding yes in the background of the call. “Yeah, being fugitives? Fucking dance party.”

“Hey I’m not the one plastered all over the news for escaping prison,” I pointed out.

“Yeah but you are still wanted.”

I frowned, “Touché.”

“So you got anything yet?” It was Dean this time.

“Are you kidding me? How could I? You guys have me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here.”

“Well, that's where all the victims disappeared.”

“Yeah well, I got squat,” I sighed, drumming my thumb against the wheel. “What about you?”

“Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn,” Sam said this time.

I groaned, my fears coming true. “Nice. Just what I needed.”

“Yeah.”

I sighed, “So, where do the Djinn lair up again?”

“Ruins usually. Bigger the better – more places to hide.”

I let Sam’s words sink in as I racked my brain, “You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out.”

“Wait – no, no, no, no, no. Come pick us up first,” Dean said quickly.

“Nah, I'm sure it's nothing,” I lied. I squinted against a passing car’s high beams as they passed me. “I just wanna take a look around.”

“El, that’s what you said last time, remember?”

I tightened my grip on the phone. I remembered, alright. Plain as day. I pushed the memory of the last run-in I had with a Djinn out of my head. It took weeks before I could go a whole night without having nightmares about it. “I have to do this. I just…”

“What?” Dean asked incredulously. “For revenge or something for what happened before? Ellie that thing was a demon. It wasn’t even the Djinn.”

“I know. But I’ll at least sleep a little better knowing it’s not breathing air,” I said. Their silence on the other end was enough for me to take the opportunity and run with it, not giving them a chance to talk me down from this ledge. “I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Be careful,” Sam said, but he didn’t sound happy about it.

“Always.”

“And call if you need us,” Dean threw in.

“Always,” I repeated before ending the call.

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The old office warehouse was connected to two other, equally large buildings that looked nearly as abandoned.

I glanced up at the building through the Impala’s windshield when I parked the car. Through the pouring rain, it looked even more ominous. I tried to push away the memories from the last time I was hunting a Djinn, reminding myself that whatever the hell happened was a one in a million. However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared shitless.

“It’s fine, Ellie,” I said into the empty car, the rain pounding on the roof. “Just a creepy, unassuming abandoned building that definitely doesn’t look like a murderer would hole up in.”

Before I could psych myself out and turn right back out of the alley, I made the final decision to brave the storm outside, mainly so Sam and Dean couldn’t tell me they told me so. I pushed the driver’s side open, rounding to the trunk and quickly grabbing my blade and a flashlight before darting to the office.

The front door easily swung open with a little shove, and I instantly had a feeling I was being watched. I glanced around the front office, shining my flashlight over the typewriters sitting on desks and the file cabinets strewn open across the room. I could hear the quiet echo of water dripping.

As I advanced further into the building, the feeling of being watched only got stronger. I shuffled against the wall, willing my shoes not to squeak against the hard floors. When I made it to the back of the first floor, I glanced to my left, noticing the hallway next to me. I gripped the hilt of my blade tighter before bursting through the doorway.

The hallway was empty. I let out a slow breath as I continued cautiously forward, checking over my shoulders every few seconds. As I kept walking, my fears seemed to lighten up a bit. There was no proof the Djinn was ever here in the first place. I was most likely just being paranoid.

I allowed myself to slow my footsteps, easing into a slow walk through the halls. I was beginning to think I was just out of practice when I was suddenly forced up against the wall, a hand held tight around my throat and another slamming my hand holding the blade up against the window behind me.

The Djinn’s tattooed face was inches from mine, his glowing blue eyes pulsing. He began to lift me up from the floor until my feet were barely touching the ground. He slammed my wrist against the window two more times before I could no longer hold onto the blade and it clattered to the floor.

His grip on my throat tightened. I gasped, clawing at his hand as he brought his other hand in front of me. I watched as it glowed, blue strings of light like lightening sparking between his fingertips. He brought his hand up toward my face, but my vision was already going black. I tried everything to keep away from him, but I had nowhere to go. Then, he rested his hand on my forehead, clutching my hair between his fingers and I felt myself go limp.

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A clap of thunder outside jolted me awake. My eyes whipped open as I flew upward. I blinked twice, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. I took a few shuddering breaths, trying to calm my nerves. It was all a dream. It was all just a dream.

I brought my knees up to my chest, running my hands through my hair before reaching over to the motel side table to switch the lamp on. When the light clicked on, however, I wasn’t greeted with the dingy motel room I was sure I had fallen asleep in.

I glanced around the room, its hard floors and grey walls. There was a desk, cluttered with a few books and papers, pictures hanging on the walls. I looked down at myself for the first time, noticing the shirt I was wearing: a t-shirt for a high school soccer team.

“What the hell?” I whispered to myself. I quickly patted the bed, looking for my phone when I noticed a pile of clothes on the floor. I grabbed the jeans laying half hazardously on top, fishing through each pocket for it. When I finally found it, I flipped it open, going straight to Sam’s name in my contacts.

It took three rings before he picked up, “Ellie?”

“Sam,” I breathed out, thankful for some sense of familiarity.

“What's going on?”

“I don't know,” I admitted. I shook my head, turning in circles around the room. I eyed the swim trophies lined up on a shelf. “I don't know where I am.”

“What? What happened?” He asked, concerned.

“Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me.”

“The gin?” He asked, sounding confused. “You're...drinking gin?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “No, you idiot. The Djinn. The...scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up...in this house…”

“Where? In Illinois?”

“What?”

“Ellie, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me.”

I grit my teeth, not wanting to play games when I was stuck in God knows where. “I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!”

“Look, it's late. Alright, just get some sleep.”

“Wait, Sam! Sam!” I whisper-shouted when the line suddenly when dead. I pulled my phone from my ear in shock before slamming the top shut.

I tossed the phone onto the bed, running my hands through my hair again, “Alright, El. Think. Think.”

I closed my eyes momentarily when suddenly something Sam said struck something deep inside me. I pulled my eyes back apart, squinting, “Illinois?”

Suddenly, the room looked much more familiar. The window above the bed, the slanted ceiling, the cracks in the plaster along the doorframe. I pulled open the bedroom door that led me to the hallway that I knew would be there because I’ve been here before. I’ve lived here.

I can hardly breathe as I take a cautious step over the line from the bedroom and out into the hallway like if I moved too fast everything would surely crumble. I continued down the short hallway and into the living room and the kitchen, but I was alone.

My eyes flitted over the couch, the TV, the bookshelves. The fruit sitting in a bowl on the island, pots and pans in the sink and drying dishes set out on the counter.

I had to tear my eyes away when realization came to me as I bounded back down the hallway toward her room, the second one on the right. I nearly burst through it, but nobody was there, either. I flipped the light switch on.

Her bed was made. A book and her glasses sitting on her nightstand, a prescription bottle. I shakily reached toward them, reading the name over and over and over again on the label.

The sound of keys and a lock turning made me freeze. I clutched the bottle as I heard her movements, quiet yet strong.

“Ellie I’m home!” She called out and I could’ve cried just from the sound of my name on her lips. “You won’t believe what happened at work today.”

I slowly put the bottle down, making my way back into the hallway where I could just barely see her around the corner. I willed my feet to keep moving. She’s talking, telling me something about work but I’m not listening. Instead, I’m watching from a few feet away as she comes into view. She’s still in her work clothes, her dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck. It trails down in long waves just like how mine always has.

My mom is flipping through the mail. She’s shaking her head about something she’s saying. I feel tears well up behind my eyes and when she finally realizes I haven’t said a word, she stops, finally looking up at me and she smiles.

I’m off the spot in seconds, wrapping my arms around her neck, hugging her so tightly I was scared that if I let go, she’d disappear completely.

“Oh, alright,” she says, confused, but falls into the hug anyway.

It doesn’t feel like long enough when I pull away. My eyes rake over her face, taking in every last detail. Her dark blue eyes, her freckles over her nose and up to her forehead, her tanned skin.

She holds my face in her hands, running her thumbs gently over my cheeks, “Ellie…honey, is something wrong?”

“No,” I say instantly, my voice shaking with unshed tears. “No, I’m just…I’m so happy to see you.”

She smiles softly, hugging me again, “I’m happy to see you, too. But, I was only gone for a few hours-”

“Do you think wishes can come true?” I blurt suddenly.

Mom furrows her eyebrows, “What?”

I swallow nervously. “Forget it. Forget it. I'm just...I'm happy to see you, that's all.” My eyes scan her face again. “You're beautiful.”

She laughs and god, I could swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I smile softly as she pats my cheek before rounding into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge. I manage to finally pull my eyes away from her even though I’m worried that if she leaves my sight for even a second that she’ll disappear. However, as I glance back toward her, she’s very much still there, scooping leftover spaghetti into a bowl.

I wander into the living room, scanning the pictures decorating the walls in frames. Mom and I at the zoo. Me in high school wearing a swim cap, a towel around my shoulders and a gold medal dangling from my hand. Dad in front of the Grand Canyon next to mom with me propped high on his shoulders. Mom and dad on their wedding day. Me in a uniform.

I narrowed my eyes at the last picture, pointing to it as I looked over to mom who was pulling her bowl from the microwave, “I’m in the…military?”

“Army,” she clarified, watching me suspiciously. “You’re an army medic, El.”

“Right,” I said. I kept moving along the pictures, stopping at one that made me laugh shortly. It was one of dad smiling wide at the camera with a softball hat on, a bat resting on his shoulder. “Dad's on a softball team…that- that's funny to me.”

Mom came to stand next to me, smiling sadly at the picture, “He loved that stupid team.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, dread filling me as I looked over to her, “Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a...”

“A stroke,” she reminded me, eyebrows cinched together in concern. “He died in his sleep. You know that.”

I let out a breath of somewhat relief, looking back at the pictures, “That's great.”

“Excuse me?”

I widened my eyes, realizing what it sounded like, “That- that's great. That…he went peacefully, I mean. It sure beats the alternative.”

I felt her eyes on me, “Are you sure you're alright?

I was better than alright, “I think so.”

“Okay,” she said after a beat of silence passed between us. She ran a hand over my hair, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, falling into it. “Get some rest. I love you.”

I let the words wash over me. The words I’d longed to hear for so many years. “Love you, too.”

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When I wake up it’s to a picture of me, mom and dad smiling as we sat in the sand near the beach. I quickly sat up, my heart pounding with what I thought was the remnants of a dream before quickly realizing this wasn’t a dream.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, quickly dialing Dean’s number this time. I brought it to my ear, the phone only ringing twice before I was sent straight to voicemail, “Hey, sorry you missed this fine piece of—”

I slapped the phone shut, shaking my head. I knew they weren’t going to be of any help in figuring this out. If I wanted to get to the bottom of this, I knew I’d have to do it myself.

Mom was on the floor of the living room in front of a large poster board when I came into the room. Scraps of magazine leftovers, tape and stickers were littered around her. She was humming along to a Beatles record she put on the record player.

“Hey, hon,” she beamed when I came into view.

I raised my eyebrows, “What’re you working on?”

“My next vision board,” she said excitedly, pointing to each part of it with the glue stick in her hand. “This month I’m focusing on self-care. You know, eating right, working out…I want to start going to yoga again with Myra.”

I smiled, “Sounds like fun.”

She nodded enthusiastically before stopping, eyeing my clothes, “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna head out for a bit,” I said. I patted my pockets, suddenly realizing that I wasn’t equipped with Baby. “Have you seen my keys?”

“Check the drawer,” she said, motioning to the skinny table up against the front door as she went back to her project.

I fished the keys from the table, giving her one last wave before leaving the house. I jogged down the wooden stairs from the suspended house, searching for the car parked on the edge of the property. I clicked the buttons on the car’s remote a few times, hearing it honk in the distance. As I inched closer, I nearly laughed at what I saw.

The bright red Volkswagon Beetle would be hard to miss anywhere. I raised my eyebrows, “Oh, Dean would totally tear me a new one for driving this.”

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I sat across the desk from the mythology professor at Greenville University, probably the one guy in town who’d be able to help me out. He narrowed his eyes at me after I’d mentioned I was one of his students, “I don't think I've seen you in my class before.”

“Are you kidding me? I love your lectures,” I said. “You...you make learning fun.”

He laughed, flattered as he leaned back in his chair, “So. What can I do for you?”

I leaned forward, “What can you tell me about Djinns?”

The professor looked slightly confused but stood from his desk, grabbing a large book. He opened it up in front of him, flipping a few pages, “Well, a lot of Muslims believed the Djinn are very real. And they're mentioned in the Koran—"

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Get to the wish part,” I urged as I came around the desk, standing over the book next to him.

“What about it?” He asked in confusion.

“Do you think they could really do it?”

“Um...uh, no. No, I don't think they can 'really do it',” he said, letting a beat of silence pass between us. “You understand these are…mythic creatures?”

“Yeah, I know,” I quickly brushed off. “But uh...I mean in the stories. You know, say you had a wish. But you never even said it out loud. Like that…that a loved one never died. Or that, something awful never happened.”

“Supposedly, yes. I mean they have godlike power. They can alter reality however they want. Past, present, future.”

I thought about it, resting my hands on the edge of the desk, thinking aloud to myself, “Why would the Djinn do it? What, self-defense? Or maybe it's not really evil.”

The professor turned to me, “Ma’am?”

“Hm?” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the drawing of the Djinn in the book in front of me.

“You been drinking?”

I tore my eyes from the book and up to the professor, “Everybody keeps asking me that. But uh...no.”

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I retreated to the car from the University building, staring down at the remote start in my hand, trying to remind myself how to use it. I slid into the driver’s seat, unfamiliar with the updated interior, being much more used to the Impala’s mechanics.

I was pushing nearly every button on the dashboard when the car finally started silently beneath me. I let out a breath of relief, getting ready to pull away from the curb when something stopped me. Through the windshield, I could see a girl standing a few yards away dressed in all white, staring me down. Passerby didn’t seem to take much notice of her despite her being in the middle of a busy sidewalk. I slowly stood from the car, walking towards her when my phone rang loudly in my pocket.

In the split second my eyes were off her; she was gone when I looked back up. Unease filled every inch of my bones. A vanishing girl was never a good sign. Regardless, I slid the phone from my jacket, reading the caller I.D. that flashed up at me.

I had to do a double take, my eyes bearing down at the name staring back up at me. My heart began to pound quicker, my hands suddenly shaking slightly. The high-pitched tone that comes again pulls me from my trance and I answer it before it’s too late and the call goes to voicemail. I bring the phone to my ear, but I can’t even bring myself to say a word.

Noah’s excited voice filters through the other end. He’s talking quickly, going on about date night, a dinner he planned for the two of us for tomorrow. How he’d pick me up at eight. It takes everything in me not to cry, already feeling my throat tightening at the sound of his voice.

“Ellie,” he says again for what I think is the second time. “Hey, you haven’t said a word. Are my plans too cheesy? They’re too cheesy, aren’t they? Hey, we can just go to a movie if you want—”

“Noah,” I breathe out, cutting him off.

“Yeah?”

My jaw aches with the force of holding back my tears, “Where are you?”

“My apartment…is everything okay? You’re scaring me.”

“I want to see you,” I said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow, I…I miss you.”

He laughs and it’s like I can see him beaming over the phone, “I miss you too. Alright, I’ll meet you at your house.”

“Okay.” Is all I can manage out. I let the call linger for a few more seconds before ending it.

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He’s leaning up against his car when I get there, and I can’t get the stupid Beetle parked fast enough. He beams when I round the car and at this point, I’m nearly running to him. I crash into his chest, he lets out a huff of air as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, holding me close.

I took in a shaky breath of air, smelling his cologne and the aftershave he always wears. It was so familiar, so much like home. I gripped the back of his shirt, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat against my cheek.

When I finally pull away, I search his face as if trying to confirm it was really him. But as his brown eyes looked down at me, and I could see the flecks of gold inside them I always loved so much, there was no doubt in my mind.

Noah pulled me closer, our lips light brushing each other’s. I fall into it, snaking my hand around to the back of his neck as he holds the side of my face. When we pull away, my heart thuds erratically. I rest my forehead against his, letting my eyes drift closed, “God, I missed you. I missed you so much.”

He laughs, his lips turning upward at the corners, “I saw you two days ago, remember?”

“It feels like forever.”

We pull apart and he pecks my lips one last time, “Well, I’m here now.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat as I pull him in again, my racing heart pounding.

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I don’t mention how strange Noah and my mom look standing so close together behind the kitchen counter as he helped her cook. They’re laughing, singing to a song that’s coming from the radio on the counter.

I tear my eyes away from them, looking down at the phone in my hands. “I tried to get hold of Sam and Dean earlier. Where are they?”

Mom stops chopping the carrot on the cutting board, “Your brothers? That Sam and Dean?”

I pause, looking over to her, “Is there another Sam and Dean I should know about?”

She shrugs, going back to the cutting board, “No, it’s just, its been a few years since you’ve talked to them, that’s all. And if I remember right, the last time you did, you vowed to ‘never talk to those sons of bitches again even if your life depended on it.’”

“Yeah, that does sound like me,” I admit. “Do you remember what happened?”

Noah shrugged this time, taking a piece of cucumber from the bowl between them, “It was right after your dad died. After they came to the funeral, you wanted to fly to Kansas to try to make amends with them or something. You never really talked about it after that.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “’Make amends?’”

“Did something happen at basic training? You seem scrambled.”

“No…maybe. I don’t know.”

Mom grabbed a towel, cleaning her hands as she came into the living room. She sat in the chair next to me, “When your dad married me, Sam and Dean were…upset. Mary, not so much. They’d already been divorced for a few years. Sam and Dean were just kids, so it was hard for them to understand and I…I think they took a lot of that anger out on you.”

“I need to see them,” I said, sparing a look up at her. “I want to…make things right.”

“Honey, I know you mean well but…you’ve tried that. You can’t force someone into a relationship they don’t want.”

Her words made my chest ache. “I- I know, but…they’re my brothers and…and I need to do this.”

Her eyes linger on mine for a minute longer before glancing back behind her toward Noah, the two of them having a silent conversation in a way I’d only seen Sam, Dean and I do before.

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Lawrence, Kansas

I glanced up at the white house, praying that Mary still lived her. I’d be damned if we made the whole trip from Illinois for nothing. I looked over my shoulder, locking the Volkswagen parked on the gravel driveway.

I knocked twice on the door before shoving my hand back in my pockets. I could hear muffled talking from inside, laughter, too. Then, the door was pulled open and Mary stood on the other side, the smile that was on her face quickly fell. I’d seen so many pictures of her, heard dad tell the stories of when they were dating but I’d never seen her up close like this. She was beautiful.

“Ellie?” Mary asked, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. She glanced down each side of the porch before looking back to me. “What’re you doing all the way in Kansas?”

“Um, Mary, I know this is strange and…and I know I haven’t seen you or Sam or Dean in years, but-”

“You’re here to make things right,” she finished for me. I let out a breath, nodding. She smiled again, holding the door open wider. “Come on in.”

Relieved that she didn’t turn me away on the spot, I stepped into the house, taking in the framed pictures that hung on the wall against the staircase. They were pictures of Sam and Dean in a life they never had, one where their mom was alive, one where they never had to hunt or kill.

I was staring at a picture of a teenage Dean in a tux proudly posing next to his prom date when Mary led me into the living room. I followed behind her, almost too distracted to notice who was sitting on her couch.

“Sam, someone’s here to see you,” Mary said and when I stepped into the room, Sam looked like he was about to fall straight out of his chair.

“Sam,” I breathed in relief, thankful for a familiar face but stopped in my tracks when I saw the blonde woman sitting beside him.

Sam raised his eyebrows in shock, “Ellie?”

“Hi, Sammy,” I said. He looked much different than what I was used to. Instead of his dirty jeans and thinning t-shirts, he was much more cleaned up. His clothes were pressed, and his shoes looked new, expensive, even.

“What’re you doing here?” He questioned but as I opened my mouth someone else came into the room, her dress flowing around her knees, her blonde hair bouncing down over her shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight of her, and even though he didn’t need to, Sam introduced me to her. “Ellie, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jessica, this is Ellie.”

“Your sister Ellie? That Ellie?” She asked, smiling.

“Nice to meet you,” I greeted as if in another life I hadn’t heard everything about her. My mouth suddenly felt dry.

A sudden silence filled the room. Mary clapped her hands together conversationally, “So, Ellie, did you make the trip alone?”

I shook my head, “My mom and Noah, my boyfriend, they came, too.”

“Is there a reason you came all the way here?” Sam asked suddenly. Jessica and Mary’s eyes darted over to him. I suddenly got the overwhelming feeling I knew why we never kept in touch.

“Lets not worry about that now,” Mary jumped in. “Ellie, why don’t you bring your mom and Noah to dinner tonight.”

“We have reservations,” Sam interjected. I ran my tongue over my teeth.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said to Mary who was glaring at Sam. “I should’ve called, I don’t want to intrude on your dinner-”

“Nonsense,” she dismissed. “Now, it’s my birthday dinner and I decide who gets to be there.”

I could sense the way Sam was trying to hide his annoyance, but only bit his tongue, refusing to say anything more.

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“Okay, this one, or this one?” Mom asked, holding up two dresses in front of me. I glanced over to her from the hotel bed. One was a tight black dress with short sleeves and a low cut. The other was red and longer, with a slit going up the side.

“For you? Definitely red,” I said, going back to my phone.

“No, for you,” she corrected, shaking the dresses. “For dinner tonight.”

I raised my eyebrows, “I’m not wearing a dress.”

Mom sighed, sitting at the end of my bed, “I looked the place up. It’s pretty fancy, El.”

I groaned, rolling my head onto the headboard, “Maybe I should’ve let Sam tell Mary I couldn’t go.”

“You’re going,” she emphasized. “Plus, it’ll be good for you and Noah to go out together.”

I set my phone aside, sitting up with my legs crossed, “You’re not going?”

“Honey, this trip is for you, not me,” she said before holding up the two dresses again. “Now, red or black?”

I thought about it, how this would be my first ever date with Noah. I nearly laughed at the fact that it was with my brothers and their mom who’d be there, too. I looked between the two dresses, sighing, wishing my third option was jeans, but eventually took the black one from her hands. She smiled widely, “I knew you’d pick that one.”

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The first thing I noticed in the hotel bathroom after taking my old clothes off, was the lack of scars across my body. No previous stab wounds, bullet holes or stitches. The skin was smooth, clean.

I stepped into the dress, pulling it up my body and reaching behind myself to pull the zipper up my back. I smoothed the material down over me, turning left and right to see it from every angle.

I leaned toward the hotel bathroom mirror, inspecting the eye makeup mom had done on me. I’d never had so much of it on in my life, but she didn’t do half bad.

A knock came at the bathroom door, “Ellie, are you ready?”

I moved back the stray hairs that were framing my face from the low bun she pulled it into before opening the bathroom door. Her face instantly softened, her hands going up to her chest as she smiled, “You look stunning, honey. Absolutely stunning.”

She grabbed a pair of black heels from her suitcase, holding them out to me. I hesitated before grabbing them after seeing how excited she looked to have me wear them. I slipped them on, praying I wouldn’t break an ankle.

“I need pictures!”

“You really don’t,” I laughed when there was a knock at the hotel room’s door. Mom paused before a large smile crossed her face as she darted across the room toward the door and pulled it open.

I held my arms close to my chest, trying to hide my exposed skin that the dress was showing while simultaneously trying to pull the bottom of the dress down further.

I could hear mom and Noah talking and when I stepped around the corner to where I could see Noah in his suit. Noah and I both stopped. I could hardly make out the expression on his face.

“Is it too much?” I asked, looking down at it. “There’s a red one I can wear instead-”

“It’s perfect,” he said, smiling now. He came into the room, scanning my face once he was closer. “You’re perfect.”

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I had never been anywhere so fancy in my life, and from the looks of it, Noah hadn’t either. We comfortably sat around a large round table, chatting over the tall candles and expensive looking centerpieces. I adjusted the dress against my legs, shifting to sit more comfortably.

I eyed the two empty chairs at the opposite side of the table, figuring that one was meant for Dean but couldn’t figure out who the other was for. When the waiter came around, he placed what looked like a standing asparagus tower on a plate, pulling me from my thoughts. Noah widened his eyes, letting out a long breath, “Wow, that...looks awesome.”

We all laughed and for a minute I forgot how absolutely insane this all was. For the first time in my life, I felt normal. Then, I heard the rushed sound of two pairs of feet quickly walking toward the table. I looked up and over to where a man and a young girl were coming towards us. It took me longer than it should have to realize that the clean-shaven, dressed up guy with the girl on his arm was Dean.

“Dean!” Mary beamed as they approached. She stood from the table, hugging him and then the girl. “Carmen…how are you?”

“I’m good, happy birthday,” she smiled before hugging Jessica and then Sam. Dean clapped Sam on the shoulders before pulling out their chairs. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before Dean even realized I was there.

He did a double take, confusion settling on his features, “Ellie? What…what are you doing here?”

I felt the eyes of everyone at the table now, “I just…came for a visit. Your mom invited us to dinner.”

Dean tore his eyes from Noah and I to Sam and Mary as if to confirm what I was saying. Mary nodded, smiling at she sipped her wine. He nodded, now desperately trying not to make eye contact. “And who’s your date?”

I looked over, grabbing Noah’s arm lightly, “Sorry, this is Noah. Noah, this is Dean.”

“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Noah smiled.

Dean clenched his jaw as he took a drink from the glass of water, “Oh I bet you have. All the bad stuff, right?”

Silence fell over the table as Sam cleared his throat and grabbed his wine glass in an attempt to divert from the awkward situation, “Alright. To mom. Happy birthday.”

We hesitantly raised our glasses, clinking them together as a chorus of happy birthday filtered around the table.

“Thank you,” Mary said, attempting a half-hearted smile. I eyed Dean and Carmen from across the table who were quietly whispering to each other and then to Sam and Jess who kissed lightly, holding hands on the table.

I looked over to Noah apologetically, “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be,” he said instantly. He smiled, holding my hand in his. I opened my mouth to apologize again when Sam spoke up before I could.

“Alright. Jess and I actually have another surprise for mom’s birthday,” he said, glancing at Jessica. “You wanna tell 'em?”

“They're your family,” she whispered, smiling.

“What? Tell me what?” Mary beamed with excitement when Jess showed the table her hand when a large diamond ring was perched on her finger. Mary clapped, smiling widely. “Oh my god! That's so wonderful!”

Mary stood from the table, followed by Jessica and Sam as she hugged the two of them. Dean patted Sam on the back, beaming as Carmen stood close to Jessica, inspecting the ring. I smiled, coming up between Sam and Dean.

“Congratulations Sammy,” I smiled. This was everything Sam always wanted but was never able to have. “I’m really glad you’re happy.”

Sam’s features slowly morphed into confusion, “Thanks.”

Noah came up behind me, shaking Sam’s hand in congratulations and it was because of that that I saw the glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. It was the girl standing in the corner of the restaurant, just over Sam’s shoulder that made me turn from the conversation. She was wearing a tattered white shirt and skirt, her face and arms looked dirty, and her hair was knotted. It was the same girl I saw across the street back in Illinois.

I pushed past Sam, headed straight for the girl when a man crossed directly in front of me. I side stepped him, but like last time, she disappeared completely.

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After dinner, we all filed back into Mary’s house. Once we were inside, Noah leaned over to me, just as concerned as when we left the restaurant, “So, El, what was…what was all that back at the restaurant?”

I shook my head, trying to figure that out myself, “I- I thought I saw someone. I'm sure it's nothing.”

“Well, I had a lovely birthday,” Mary said to us as she held onto the railing post at the bottom of the stairs. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” we said, watching as she ascended the stairs.

Sam turned to Jessica, “Yeah, well I'm beat. Ready to turn in?”

“Sure.”

“Alright. Goodnight guys,” he said, the two of them headed toward the stairs, too.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wait a second. Wait a second. Come on, it's not even nine o'clock yet.” I figured this would be my last chance to really make things right. The night couldn’t end this way, with things still so screwed to hell. “Let's uh...let's go have a drink or something.”

“Yeah, maybe another time,” Dean said.

“Come on. Look at us,” I laughed lightly. “We’re still young, Sam’s engaged. Let’s go celebrate.”

Sam opened his mouth to say something else before he paused, glancing to Jessica, Carmen and Noah. “Guys, can you excuse us? I just want to talk to Ellie and my brother for a sec.”

I looked over to Noah who nodded me on as he stepped outside onto the porch. Sam turned to me, “Come here.”

I followed the two of them into the house’s adjoining kitchen, “What?”

“Okay. What's gotten into you?” Dean asked suddenly.

I shook my head, “What do you mean?”

“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy ecstasy-trip thing.” I knew that voice from anywhere, the one where I knew Dean had had enough shit for one night.

“I'm just happy for Sammy,” I defended myself.

“Yeah, right. That's another thing. Since when do you call me Sammy?” He asked. The question sent a twinge of pain through my chest. “Ellie, come on. We haven’t talked in years.”

I knew that was true, I’d heard it a million times but hearing it come straight from them hurt the worst. “Well, we should. I mean, you're my brothers.”

"’You're my brothers’? You know, that's what you said the last time you were here which was only because dad had died, and you were trying to make up for it by a weekend visit,” Dean shot back. “We may be related but you are not our sister.”

“What did I ever do, huh?” I asked, trying to hide how hurt I was. Neither of them would meet my eyes. “What was it that was so horrible that we can’t even be in the same room together? If this is about dad leaving your mom, that’s not on me!”

“Don’t bring her into this,” Dean boomed at me.

I swallowed, trying to slow my breathing as I realized what I said. “I'm sorry. I…I do want to make things better—”

Sam shook his head, “No that's alright. We’re not asking you to change. I...guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?”

“Yes we do,” I countered, not understanding. “Yes we do.”

“And what’s that?” Dean asked.

“Hunting,” I said, the most obvious answer I could think of.

“Hunting?” Sam said, glancing over to Dean. “We’ve never been hunting in our lives, Ellie.”

I hesitated, my eyes bouncing between the two of them when I realized my efforts had put me exactly where we started, maybe even further back. “Yeah, well, then we should go it sometime. I...I think you'd be great at it. Both of you.”

Dean clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he left the kitchen, him and Carmen leaving through the front door without another word. I looked back up to Sam who still wouldn’t meet my eyes as he brushed past me, “Get some rest.”

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I flopped onto the hotel bed, a huff of air leaving my body as I connected with the crisp bedding. I groaned, kicking the heels off my feet. Noah laughed softly, loosening the tie from around his neck and shrugging off his jacket.

I stared up at the hotel ceiling, noticing how clean it was compared to the motel rooms I was used to. No water stains or cracks along the plaster. “Dean, Sammy and I...we don't get along.”

Noah rounded the bed, laying next to me on his back, “Well, you don't really spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don't know each other all that well. For the record: they don’t know what they’re missing.”

I rolled over, resting my head on his shoulder, “I can fix things with them. I can make it up to them. To everyone.”

He paused, shifting to look down at me, “Okay. What's gotten into you lately?”

I began to play with the button of his white dress shirt as I looked up at him, “This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't wanna waste it.”

“You're right, that doesn't make any sense—”

That was when I leaned forward, kissing Noah softly. I pulled away, our eyes meeting before he leaned into it again, deepening the kiss this time. His hand trailed up my side before tangling his fingers through my hair, pulling it down from the bun it was in.

I rolled over until I was on top of him, straddling his hips, my hands working the buttons of the dress shirt until it was open. He sat up, our lips never parting as he pulled the shirt off and his hands made their way to the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down. I reached behind me, grabbed his hand, and yanked the zipper down for him.

He laughed against my lips, bringing his hands to my thighs and snaking them under the hem of my dress as he pulled it up over my head. He began to kiss down my jaw, then down my neck, my collarbone. I let my head roll backwards, holding the back of his head as he made his way down to my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipple as his hand rolled the other between his fingers.

We moved together in sync, just like we had so many years ago. It all felt so familiar, like we’d done it a million times.

I groaned, rotating my hips against his until he was moaning, too. I looked down at him, bringing his lips back to mine. I slid off from his hips, pushing him back against the bed until his head was flush against the pillow. I reached down to the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it. Eventually, I pulled away from his lips, traveling down his body, being sure to keep my eyes on his when I got down to his pants.

I gripped the waist of his pants, pulling them off slowly before palming the outline of his cock through his underwear. He let out a low hiss of air, bucking into my hand, “Shit, El.”

“Eager?” I smirked as I leaned forward, my lips ghosting over the tip through his boxers. His chest began to rapidly rise and fall the further I pulled his boxers down until they were completely off. I pumped his cock up and down before finally putting just the tip of it into my mouth, letting it slide until it nearly hit the back of my throat and then pulling off again.

Noah made a guttural sound in the back of his throat, his hands lacing in my hair again. It wasn’t until I began to run my tongue over his slit when he begged me to stop. I pulled him from my mouth, looking up at him.

“If you keep doing that we won’t be able to have any fun.”

I made my way back up towards him, “I am having fun.”

Noah rested his hand on the middle of my back, flipping me over until I was under him. He looked down at my underwear, a pair of black lacy ones. He moved them away, sliding a finger inside.

My breath caught in my throat as he leaned forward, lowering his voice, “You know these are my favorites.”

I didn’t know, actually, but thanked whatever god out there that I decided to pack them.

I could feel the coil in my lower stomach start to tighten and I grabbed Noah’s bicep with one hand and wrapped my other around the back of his neck, “Noah, please…please.”

“What do you need?” He asked, leaning in closer, nipping at my ear. I opened my mouth but all that came out was a moan. “Say it.”

“I need you inside me,” I said, looking up at him. Noah leaned down, kissing me again before I felt his cock nudge against my entrance, slowly filling me up as he held my underwear aside.

I groaned against his mouth and he bit my lip as he bottomed out. He panted, parting his eyelids before he started moving, slowly at first before setting a quick rhythm.

My nails scratched up and down his back as his thrusts became quicker. He grabbed the backs of my thighs, hoisting them around his waist as he began to go deeper than before. The rhythmic uhs I was moaning out feeling like they were being punched out of me.

I tried to quiet my moans, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He looked up from where he was kissing down my sternum, “Don’t hold back. I love when you’re loud.”

I moaned again, this time much louder as I neared closer to the end, “Noah…Noah, fuck.”

I was panting, feeling Noah’s thrusts become more erratic and I knew he was close. He reached his hand between us, using his thumb to rub slowly over my clit.

My hands flew to the bed sheets, gripping them in my hands. Noah continued to rock into me, “C’mon baby. Let go. Let-ugh…let go for me.”

It was all I needed as my orgasm washed over me. I threw my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. I gripped the back of Noah’s neck, feeling as he pumped two more times before his body shuddered as he came.

I fell back against the pillows as he slowly pulled out of me, the two of us groaning quietly at the loss. I threw an arm over my forehead, wiping away the sweat that was collecting there. Noah laid next to me, pulling the comforter up and over my chest.

“That never gets old,” he said, his voice low, tired.

I cuddled close to him, wishing I could remember every moment we’d had leading up to this one. However, instead of dwelling on what could’ve been, I wrapped my arms around him. I looked up at him, the boy who couldn’t stand me and I couldn’t stand him for the better part of a month when we first met. I didn’t know how things worked out in this world, but I’m damn glad they did.

“Everything okay?” Noah asked, running his hand over my shoulder.

I swallowed, a lump suddenly forming in my throat with unspoken words. I brought my hand up to his face, holding his cheek in my palm. He leaned into it, gently holding my wrist, running his thumb over my hand.

There were only a few things in my life I was certain about. One, that I’d do anything for those I loved. And two, that there was nowhere else I’d rather be. I searched his face, my heart pounding in my throat, when my words passed my lips in a whisper, “I love you.”

Something in Noah’s face shifted, his features softening as he pecked my lips and I realized I’d never longed for something more. “I love you, too.”

It was all so easy, falling in love with him. I could’ve done it a million times in a million different universes, over and over again.

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When I wake up, it’s against Noah’s warm skin. I blink twice, smiling softly as I glance up at him where he’s still sleeping. I roll over on the bed, grabbing the remote from the table next to me. I click the TV on, flipping through the cable before stopping on a news channel.

A news anchor in a dark suit is standing in front of a picture of a plane crash, “And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424. Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives.”

I slowly sat up, clutching the sheet around my chest as I watch in horror the photos that flashed over the screen. The plane was in pieces, no survivors. I clutched the sheet, talking aloud to myself, “No, no. We stopped that crash.”

I switched the channel, but only worse news greeted me. With every click of the remote, another nightmare story stared back at me.

FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD; Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search rubble.

Nine Children Comatose; Mystery illness baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital.

Parents mutilated in bed: Brutal double homicide in quiet residential area causes shock.

GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL; Mother devastated after discovering daughter drowned.

The headlines continued to flash over my vision as I flipped the channels before I finally switched the TV off, submerging the room in darkness once again. My heart pounded unsteadily. I quickly and quietly rolled out of the bed, collecting my clothes.

I made my way out of the hotel, taking in a shuddering breath when I’d finally made it outside. I tightened my jacket around me, watching my breath roll in tendrils of smoke into the cool air.

I closed my eyes momentarily, lifting my face to the darkened sky. The one I’d spent so much time looking at before, but now it looked different.

“All of them,” I whispered after a while, not even sure who I was talking to until I realized it was dad’s face that kept flashing behind my eyes as I spoke. “Everyone that you saved, everyone me, Dean and Sam saved…they’re all dead.”

I glanced to my left where a man was leaving from the hotel, briefcase in hand, his eyes glued to his phone. I swallowed roughly, “And there's this woman that's haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is- is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. ’So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?’”

I thought about it, could practically hear dad’s voice in my ear. I shook my head, holding back tears, talking to him as if he were actually there.

“But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh?” I was pleading now, but without any idea of what I was pleading for. “What, mom’s not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married? Dean’s not supposed to be happy? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, dad? It's…” I paused, wiping away the tears on my cheeks.

I set my jaw, suddenly feeling like a lunatic thinking that I’d get any kind of answer. I averted my gaze from the darkened sky that only seemed to stare blankly back at me.

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Mary’s front door was unlocked when I came up to the house in the middle of the night. I knew I had to do this, but it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make the guilt go away, either.

It was dark inside, but with the moonlight pouring through the parted curtains, I could see what I was after: the china cabinet nestled in the corner of the living room.

I stalked towards it, but not before accidentally slamming my shin against the coffee table. I cursed, gripping it as I hobbled forward, searching through the silverware.

A creak in the floorboards behind me made me jump to my feet from where I’d been squatting. I grabbed the bat that was slicing through the air before grabbing the shirt of the assailant and slamming him down onto the floor. Sam panted, staring up at me wide-eyed.

I chuckled, “That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you.”

“Ellie?” Sam said in shock. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I pulled him to his feet, slapping his chest, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”

“In the china cabinet?” He questioned before crossing the room and clicking the light on. The cabinet was fully open and I suddenly realized how bad this looked. Sam’s face dropped. “That's my mom's silver.”

“Sam—”

“What, you...you broke into our house...to steal my mom's silver?” He asked incredulously, taking a step closer to me.

“W’s goin’ on?” A voice slurred from the opposite doorway in the kitchen. Dean was standing against the doorframe, one hand keeping his balance. The basement door was still open behind him.

“It's not what it looks like,” I quickly tried defending myself. “I didn't have a choice.”

“Oh really?” Sam scoffed. “Why? What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own family?”

Dean suddenly seemed much more alert now that he’d seen the open cabinets. I glanced between him and Sam. “You want the truth?”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Dean said sternly.

I seriously contemplated telling them everything before deciding against it at the last second, “I owe somebody money.”

Sam ground his teeth, “Who?”

“A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight,” I said, lying through my teeth.

Dean ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head, “I can’t believe we’re even related.”

I watched them sadly, knowing how much pain I’ve caused already and not wanting to do any more damage. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People’s lives depend on it.”

I turned, grabbing one of the silver knives. Sam and Dean shared a concerned look before Sam side-stepped me so I couldn’t leave, “What are you talking about, Ellie?”

I shook my head, not wanting to make this any harder than it had to be, “Nothing. Forget it. Just uh...if you see my mom and Noah around…tell them I love them, alright?”

Their faces suddenly turned from anger to concern. Dean took a step forward as I made my way to the front door, “Ellie.”

I took one last look at them, grabbing the door handle, “I’ll see you around.”

I pulled the door shut behind me, quickly jogging down the front steps of the house. There was no telling how long I sat in that damn driveway. Long enough for the passenger door to be pulled open followed by Sam and Dean piling clumsily inside the compact car.

I furrowed my eyebrows at them when Dean finally got somewhat situated in the cramped backseat, “Get out of the car.”

“We’re going with you,” Sam said.

I resisted the urge to laugh at the mental image of the two of them hunting, “You're just gonna slow me down.”

“Tough,” Dean countered.

I turned halfway in my seat so I could see them both, “This is dangerous and you could get hurt.”

“Yeah, and so could you.”

“Sam—”

“Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that,” Sam said in finality. I glanced to Dean who didn’t seem to budge.

I shook my head, none of this made sense, “I don't understand. Why you doing this?”

Sam and Dean shared a silent conversation before Sam spoke, “Because you're still our sister.”

Reassurance pumped through me. I settled back into the drivers seat, gripping the wheel, “Losers.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you calling us losers for?”

“You're supposed to say bitch,” I stumbled, before looking to Sam. “And- and he’s supposed to call you jerk.”

“What?”

“Nevermind,” I dismissed quickly, putting the car into drive.

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“What's in the bag?” Sam asked after a while, pointing to the paper bag on the floor of the passenger side.

I didn’t take my eyes off the road, “Nothin'.”

“Nothin'?” Dean questioned.

I flicked my eyes up to his in the rear view mirror, “Yeah, nothin'.”

“Fine,” San finally said after him and Dean shared a silent look. He picked up the bag from the floor.

“You don't wanna do that,” I warned but didn’t make a move to stop him.

“Oh really?” Sam said, eyebrows raised. I glanced over at him, shrugging. He couldn’t say I didn’t warn him. He pulled the bag open, grabbing the glass jar full of a dark red liquid. Sam’s eyes widened slightly. “What the hell is this?”

“Blood,” I said simply.

Sam’s eyes widened, “Yeah, I can see that it's blood, Ellie! What the hell is it doing in here?!”

“You don't really wanna know.”

“Oh god,” Dean mumbled and from the rear view mirror I could see him put his hand over his mouth.

Sam’s eyes were wider than I’ve ever seen them, “No I do really wanna know. I really, really, do.”

“Well you're gonna find out sooner or later,” I mumbled mostly to myself. I glanced over at him. “I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood.”

“You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?” Dean asked.

I ran my tongue over my teeth, debating whether to tell them the batshit-crazy truth or lie to them when I decided that the latter wouldn’t be helpful, “Because there's this creature. A Djinn. And I have to hunt it.”

Sam glanced back at Dean before slowly setting the jar back in the bag. Dean shifted uneasily in the backseat, “Okay, um...stop the car.”

“I know how it sounds-”

“Great,” Dean said quickly. “Just...stop the car.”

“It's the truth, alright,” I said, looking over to the two of them from the dark road ahead of me. “There are things out there in the dark. There…there are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't save them, then nobody will.”

They were watching me like I was crazy, which I was used to, but never from them. Sam shook his head, “Look, I wanna help you, alright. I really, really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so—”

“I wish,” I muttered, tightening my grip on the wheel.

From my peripherals I could see Sam pulling his phone from his back pocket. I glanced into the rearview mirror, “Dean, can I use your phone?”

He hesitated before handing it over. I grabbed it, grabbed Sam’s, and then threw them out my open window. They stuttered quickly, “What the hell was that, Ellie!? Those are our phones!”

“I'm not going to a rubber room,” I said. “And we got work to do.”

“We’re just trying to help you out, Ellie,” Dean said. “I don't want you to get yourself hurt.”

I scoffed, “What? You protect me?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh, that's cute,” I laughed, looking at them in their pajamas with nothing more than a pocketknife between the two of them. “Why don't you two just sit tight and try not to get us all killed.” I clicked on the radio, drowning out anymore protest from the two of them as Purple Haze filled the car.

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I rolled the car to a stop outside of the abandoned building I’d been to before landing in crazy town. This was where I last saw the Djinn, and I would be damned if I didn’t kill it.

I glanced over to Sam and Dean, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I shined my flashlight over their sleeping faces. They both shot up in their seats, furrowing their eyebrows at our surroundings.

“Where are we?” Sam asked.

“Well, we're not in Kansas anymore,” I smirked, but neither of them laughed. My face dropped. “Illinois.”

Dean was looking up at the building through his window, “And you think something's in there?”

I nodded slowly, “I know it is.”

From what I could tell, the abandoned building seemed to be the only thing that was the same since the last time I saw it. The pipes were still dripping, and the place reeked like something died in it. Sam and Dean stayed close behind me, following my flashlight wherever it went.

“See? There's nothing here, Ellie,” Dean said when we’d walked through nearly the entire first floor of the building.

I continued to ignore them, searching in every corner and listening for any noise that wasn’t a steady stream of water on concrete. Sam spoke up next, “Look, Noah and your mom gotta be worried sick about you, Ellie. Come on, let's just go.”

That was when we heard it, a low pitched whimpering sound just outside of the basement door. I quickly shushed them, listening closely before the noise died out completely.

“What the hell is that?” Sam whispered.

I glanced at them over my shoulder, “Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut.”

I pulled open the door to the basement, carefully maneuvering the rotting wood. It was freezing down there, like we were thrown into a meat locker. I swept the place with the flashlight, not seeing much until we took a sharp left into an open room where two bodies hung from the ceilings by ropes, their hands strung high above their heads.

We stepped toward them, but I was too late. They were hardly bodies, now they were nearly skeletons. I followed the IV that was connected to both of their arms to a blood bag that was standing next to them. This thing is bleeding people dry.

“What the hell?” Dean whispered to himself.

I grimaced, my jaw clenching. That was when I noticed the third body, this one much newer than the other two. I stepped toward her, instantly recognizing the young girl. She’s the one whose been following me. “It's her.”

I examined her bloody wrists that were held tight with the rope. Her eyes were open, staring at me as if to tell me something. She began to moan, pulling against the ropes

“Ellie, what's going on?” Sam asked just as I spotted the shadow of a figure move across the wall ahead of us. I quickly shushed them, bringing a finger to my lips as we watched the shadow come closer.

I quietly led Sam and Dean behind a tall shelf where we watched the Djinn enter the room.

The girl was crying now as he came into her view. She was pleading with him, her voice hoarse, “Where's my dad? I won't tell…” She begged. The Djinn raised his hand, gentle resting holding her face in his palm. She cried harder. “Where's my dad?”

“Sleep,” the Djinn whispered. “Sleep…sleep.”

A blue light traveled from the Djinn’s fingertips and into the girl’s skull. It was only a few seconds before she went limp again and her cries died away. I tightened my hold on the silver blade in my hand.

We watched as the Djinn traveled his hand up her arm, resting his head against the top of hers. He was smelling her hair, letting his hand trail up her arm.

He grabbed the tube that was connected to her inner elbow, following the long cord all the way to the blood bag next to her. He popped the tube off the bag, hovered it over him and let it drain into his mouth.

“Gross,” Dean whispered and I didn’t even have enough time to slam my hand over his mouth when the Djinn quickly turned in our direction. I motioned to the space next to us, under the staircase. We quietly shuffled away from the shelf just as the Djinn rounded it.

My heart pounded in my chest, watching as the Djinn slowly turned in a half circle before ascending the staircase back up to the main floor.

Once the basement door slammed shut, Sam and Dean let out a shaky breath, “This is real? You're not crazy?”

“She didn't know where she was. She thought she was with her father,” I said to myself. I left the spot under the stairs, the two of them close on my heels as I made my way back to the girl. My heart began to beat more unsteadily. “What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has.”

“Look. That thing could come back, alright?” Dean prodded, but I wasn’t listening. I turned away from the girl, trying to gather my thoughts as I stared up at the ceiling. I focused on the single light bulb in the corner of the room.

That was when the flashbacks started. Short bursts of images passed over my vision. A girl, tied up. Her wrists held high above her head. The IV drip stuck in her neck. Realizing that that girl was me. It was me all along.

“Ellie, please,” Sam begged from behind me.

A horrible realization settled over me, “What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place?” I squeezed my hands. “What if all this is in my head?”

I turned back to the girl, my mind suddenly racing, “Maybe it gives us some kind of- of supernatural acid and then just feeds on us slow-”

“No. Ellie, that doesn't make sense,” Sam tried to reassure me but nothing was helpful at this point.

“What if that's why she keeps appearing to me,” I suggested, not listening to either of them. I looked back to the girl who was still staring at me through hooded eyes, like even now she was trying to tell me something. “She's not a spirit. It's- it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere, and I'm - I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it.”

“Yeah, okay, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong,” Dean stuttered, pulling me desperately toward the exit. “You're not crazy but we – we – we need to get out of here. Fast.”

I pulled myself out of his grasp, watching the two of them in front of me. I shook my head, unsure of how I couldn’t see it until now, “You're not real. Neither of you are.”

Sam grabbed me by the upper arms, squeezing them, “Ellie, you feel that? You feel this?” He began hitting my arms but nothing could make me budge now. “I'm real, he’s real. We’re all real! This is not an acid trip and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real! Now, please—”

“There's one way to be sure,” I said, grabbing the knife and holding it out toward him. Sam instantly backed up, Dean grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away. They held their hands up in surrender.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?” Dean asked, more alarmed than I’ve ever seen him.

“It's an old wives' tale,” I said. “If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. Alright?”

“Maybe.”

“You're gonna kill yourself—”

Dean took a step toward me in an attempt to disarm me but I held the knife out toward him. He stopped, taking a step back.

“Or I'm gonna wake up. One or the other.”

“Okay. This isn't a dream, alright. I'm here, we are here with you. Right now,” Dean emphasized. “And you're about to kill yourself, Ellie.”

“No, I'm pretty sure,” I said before really thinking about it. I shrugged. “Like, 90% sure. But I'm sure enough.”

I twisted the knife in my hand until the blade was facing toward my sternum. I gripped the handle with both my hands, my body preparing itself for the impact when Sam’s voice rang out through the room, “Wait!”

The sound of quiet footsteps made me turn to my right where my mom was slowly walking toward us. My heart fell. Another set of footsteps came up behind Sam and Dean. Noah. And then, Mary, Jessica and Carmen on my left.

“Why'd you have to keep digging?” Sam asked, his voice calm now. “Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy.”

I swallowed down the terrible lump in my throat as mom stepped in front of me, “Put the knife down, honey.”

“You're not real,” I whispered. The idea more painful than a knife to the chest. I looked over her shoulder toward Noah. “None of it is.”

“It doesn't matter,” she said. “It's still better than anything you had.”

I squinted at her words, “What?”

“It's everything you want. We're a family,” she said, grabbing onto my hand. “Let’s go home.”

“I'll die,” I said, unable to stop the tears that welled behind my eyes. I don’t want to die. Not yet. “The Djinn…it’ll drain the life out of me in a couple of days-”

“But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain. Or fear,” she moved a piece of hair from my face. A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. “Just love and comfort. And safety. Ellie, stay with us. Get some rest.”

She held my face in her hand. I desperately leaned into the touch, her warm hand against my skin. I knew it wasn’t real, but this is the most real she has ever been to me.

“You don't have to worry about Sam or Dean anymore,” Mary said. I looked over to her, feeling my tears wet the neck of my shirt. “You get to watch them live full lives.”

Mom stepped away then, smiling at me softly as Noah came up behind her. He held my face so softly, bringing my lips to his. I relished in it, the taste of him mixed with my salty tears. Even when we pulled away, I couldn’t bear to open my eyes.

“We can have a future together. Have our own family,” he said. I slowly opened my eyes. “I love you, Ellie. Please.”

I looked down to where his fingers were intertwined with mine. A tear dropped from my eye onto the middle of our hands. And even though I knew this version of Noah wasn’t real, that he was all in my head, leaving him behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. We were never meant to spend our lives together like we planned. A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.

“Why is it our job to save everyone?” Dean asked this time. I looked up at him, my bottom lip trembling. “Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you. Give me the knife.”

I looked down at his outstretched hand and then up to Sam, to Noah, to mom. I looked at the blade in my hands, a tear dropping onto its hilt. I took a few steps back, taking one last look at them before I whispered my fate, “I'm sorry.”

I plunged the knife into my stomach, blood instantly pouring from my mouth as Sam’s scream for my name echoed in my ears.

The world was plunged in darkness, but I could still hear him clear as day. Farther away at first, and then closer until I swore I could feel his breath. “Ellie! Ellie! El.”

“Oh God. Come on. Hey. Wake up.” Another voice begged. Dean. I felt hands on my arms, desperately shaking me. “Wake up, damn it!”

When I found the strength, I tore my eyelids apart, desperately trying to keep them open. I groaned at the lightheadedness, “Auntie Em. There's no place like home.”

They let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god. I thought I lost you for a second.”

“You almost did,” I admitted. Sam carefully grabbed the needle at my neck and pulled it out. I groaned, whether it was the feeling of the needle or blood loss or both, I thought I was going to vomit.

“Let's get you down,” Dean said, reaching above my head to saw through the ropes connecting me to the ceiling.

Sam reassuringly patted my face, “We’re gonna get you better, okay?”

Once the words left his mouth the Djinn appeared through the dark behind him. I widened my eyes, “Sam!”

He twisted around, slicing his silver knife through the air. Dean ran after him but the Djinn threw him to the ground, knocking Dean’s head hard against a table all while dodging Sam’s maneuvers. He threw him up against the wall against the stairs, pinning Sam against it.

I watched as Sam tried to shove the blade into the Djinn’s sides to no use. The Djinn grabbed his wrist and slammed it against the wall until the knife clambered to the floor. I used every ounce of strength left in me to bear all my weight down on the fraying ropes, nearly screaming in pain.

He threw Sam to the stairs, gripping him at the throat. Sam clawed at his hands. I panted, my eyes darting to Dean who still laid unmoving on the floor. I pulled down harder, trying to use my feet for leverage but only my toes were swinging against the hard floors. But, I could feel the ropes give slightly.

I kept pulling, praying for a miracle as I watched the Djinn open the other hand that wasn’t choking Sam. A blue cloud of smoke appeared from him palm. When he was nearly inches from Sam’s face, the ropes snapped. I dropped unsteadily to my feet, the room twisting sideways but my adrenaline sent me forward as I swiped the fallen blade and plunged it into the Djinn’s back.

The Djinn arched backwards, writhing. I gritted my teeth before twisting the blade, successfully making the Djinn fall forward, thick blood dripping between his lips.

I pulled him up and away from Sam before pushing him onto the ground and off the knife. Sam gasped for air, panting as he sat up.

I rolled my eyes back in relief, letting my legs crumple beneath me as I slid gracelessly to the floor. In my blurring vision, however, I could make out Dean slowly sitting up.

“Did I miss anything?” He asked, groaning as he rubbed the back of his head. I panted, letting my head fall against the wall.

From here, I could see her. Dangling from the ceiling, only feet from where I had been was the girl. I stood on wobbly feet, making my way toward her.

She looked much worse now. She was ghostly white, the skin on her lips looked like it was peeling back. I reached my hand out, using my fingers to feel for a pulse against her neck but I wasn’t hopeful. Not until I felt the slow, erratic thump of a heartbeat.

I widened my eyes, turning to Sam and Dean, “She's still alive.”

Dean used his blade, cutting her down, too. She fell limp into his arms, staring off into nothing.

“We’re gonna get you out of here,” I said to her. “I promise we’ll get you out of here.”

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I knew things were back to normal when we pulled into the parking lot of the motel. I chose to ignore Dean’s distanced hovering as I sat at the end of one of the beds.

“Okay, thank you so much for the update,” Sam said from across the room into his phone. “Okay, bye.” He ended the call before setting his phone on the dresser, leaning against it as he scratched at the back of his head. “That was the hospital. Girl's been stabilized. Good chance she's gonna pull through.”

“That's good,” I said, continuing to stare at the same patch of worn carpet on the motel floor.

“How 'bout you?” Dean asked from where he was leaning against the open doorframe to the bathroom. I tore my eyes up to his. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I'm alright,” I said, although I wasn’t entirely sure I believed it myself. I laughed lightly in disbelief. “You should have seen it. Our lives.”

“So we didn't get along then, huh?” Sam asked, pulling a chair up next to the bed.

I shook my head, “I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy, but it wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for my mom to live. That our moms never died, we never went hunting and the three of us just never uh...you know.”

“Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, El. Most people wouldn't've had the strength, would have just stayed,” Dean said.

“Yeah...lucky me,” I laughed humorlessly. “I gotta tell you though. You know, you had Jess and- and Dean had someone, too. I had Noah…”

Sam looked sad, “Yeah, but...Ellie...it wasn't real.”

“I know,” I said, staring at the wall ahead of me. Hearing the truth from someone else made it that much more of a reality. “But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since dad...all I can think about is how much this job's cost us. We've lost so much. We've...sacrificed so much.”

“But people are alive because of you,” Sam said without hesitation. I pulled at a loose thread in the comforter. “It's worth it, Ellie. It is. It's not fair, and...you know, it hurts like hell, but...it's worth it.”

I thought about Sam’s words, how even though this life was far from perfect, he could still see the good through all the bad. That even though we’ve lost so much, there’s still so much to fight for. I ran his words over and over through my head, wishing I could be as selfless.

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Tall Tales

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie call on Bobby for help after they are stumped by violent and inexplicable happenings on a local college campus.

Disclaimers: mentions of suicide, death

Word Count: 8.6K

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I wanted to strangle them both.

I eyed Sam who sat on the motel couch across from me, flipping through a lore book before letting my eyes flit to Dean who was licking his fingers clean after stuffing the chili fries into his mouth. I gripped my biceps tighter, my folded arms tight against my chest in anger.

Sam rubbed his eyes with his fingers before dropping his hand, turning to Dean, “Dude. You mind not eating those on our bed?”

“No, I don't mind,” Dean said, flipping the pages of the magazine, not looking up at him. “How's research going?”

“You know how it's going? Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster?” Sam asked, his voice rising in frustration. “If I had my computer!”

“Hmm,” Dean hummed, smiling sarcastically at Sam.

I ran my tongue over my teeth, my ears ringing with the constant rock music that was blaring through the old speaker on the bedside table. I looked to Sam, gritting my teeth, “You know what would really make me feel a lot better? If I had my iPod with my music on it so I didn’t have to listen to his crap all the time!” I nearly shouted at Sam before turning back to Dean. “Will you please turn that down!?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Dean said, reaching over and dialing the music up.

“For the last time, I didn’t break your iPod!” Sam shot back at me.

“Yeah, then who did?!”

Sam clenched his jaw with unsaid words, letting out an unsteady breath, “You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you two should just go somewhere for a while.”

“Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea,” Dean said before glaring at me. “Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell.”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, “Dean, I told you, I had nothing to do wi—”

Two knocks at the motel door silenced me. We glanced at each other before Sam stood, looking through the peephole in the door and then pulling it open, Bobby standing on the other side, “Hey, Bobby.”

“Kids,” he greeted as he stepped inside. “It's good to see you again so soon.”

“Thank god you're here,” I said, grateful to have someone to work this out with us. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand bickering with either of them for much longer.

Bobby picked up an empty plate of chili fries, grimacing as he moved it away from the spot at the end of the bed before sitting down, “So, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?”

“It's this job we're working. We— we weren't sure you'd believe us,” Dean said, sitting at the end of the other bed. Sam and I pulled chairs up next to them.

“Well, I can believe a lot.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, no, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it—”

“Not even close,” I finished. “And we thought we could use some fresh eyes.”

“Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?” Bobby said.

“Yeah, alright,” Sam nodded, clasping his hands in front of him, beginning his version of the story. “So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So, we pretexted as reporters from the local paper.”

Sam’s POV

I set the tape recorder on the bar table between Jen and Curtis, two students from the University who were more than willing to talk about what they thought was happening. Curtis was leaned back in his chair, a mug of beer in his hand, “Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality.”

“Yeah? So why do you think he did it?”

“Who knows?” Jen said this time, making me look over to her. “I mean, he was tenured, wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again...who's to say it was suicide?”

Curtis shook his head, laughing, “Jen, come on.”

“Well, what else could it be?” I prodded, wanting the full theory just in case there was some kind of truth to any of it.

Jen leaned forward over the table slightly, “Well, you know about Crawford Hall?”

I frowned, “No, I don't, actually.”

“It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend,” Curtis dismissed, taking a long drink.

“Yeah well, Heather's mom went to school here, and she knew the girl!”

I sat forward, “Wait, what girl?”

Jen’s eyes darted from Curtis’ to mine, “Thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself.”

This was new information. “You know her name?”

“No. But they say she jumped from room six-six-nine,” Jen whispered, leaning even further over the table as if to emphasize her point. “Get it? You turn the nine upside down?” Curtis snorted but Jen ignored him, leaning back in her chair. “So now she haunts the building. And anyone who sees her? They don't live to tell the tale.”

“Well if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?” Curtis smirked, toying with her.

“Curtis! Shut up!”

I spotted Dean from across the bar where he was talking to a girl when he was supposed to be finding more leads on the case. I sighed, gathering my things, and ending the tape recording. “You know what, thanks a lot guys. Excuse me.”

I crossed the bar, rolling my eyes as I approached Dean who was taking three shots in a row, each one making him a little clumsier. By the time he downed the third one, I cleared my throat, “Dean. Dean, what are you drinking?”

Dean turned, smiling lazily, “I don't know, man, I think they're called purple nurples?”

I glanced at the questionable purple liquid, “Okay, well listen. I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no I can't right now, I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook, I'm about to – zzzzp – reel her in. I'll introduce you,” he slurred, his words falling together as he motioned over his shoulder toward a girl wearing fishnets under a pair of short shorts.

“Dean— where’s Ellie?”

He ignored me, grabbing the attention of the short-haired blonde, “Starla! Starla, hey. This is my shuttle co-pilot Major Tom. Major Tom, Starla.”

Starla threw her arm around Dean’s neck, smiling drunkenly as she held a shot glass up, “Enchanté.”

I gave her a fake smile, “Hi.”

Starla suddenly stumbled away from Dean, a hand covering her mouth as she gagged a few times before pulling it away, laughing, “Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down!”

“Yeah! Good job,” Dean beamed before turning back to me. “Hey. Good news. She's got a sister.”

I grimaced, “Hey, that’s great, here’s an idea: why don’t we find our sister before you go picking up someone else’s!”

Dean slapped my chest, “Calm down, she’s having fun, look at her!”

I looked toward where Dean was pointing where Ellie stumbled drunkenly toward the stage at the front of the bar, her drink sloshing over her cup. She laughed wildly, grabbing the microphone, “This one’s for all my-“ she hiccupped, “girls out there.”

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun blared through the bar, the karaoke screen lighting up to show the first verse of the song –

“Alright, that’s where I draw the line,” Ellie said, interrupting my version of events. “I would never karaoke to Cyndi Lauper!”

“That’s where you draw the line in this?” Dean asked incredulously. “Come on, dude, that's not how it happened.”

I raised my eyebrows, “No? So you never drank a purple nurple?”

Dean shrugged, “Yeah, maybe that, but I don't say things like ‘feisty little wildcat’. And her name wasn't Starla.”

Ellie cocked an eyebrow, “Then what was it?”

Dean hesitated for a minute, “I don't know. But she was a classy chick. She was a grad student, anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories.”

Dean’s POV

I picked up the shot glass, clinking it with hers. I could hardly remember her name now, but her big eyes and the low cut of her dress made it so I didn’t really mind.

“Here's to...”

“Here's to us,” she finished, our glasses clinking before we downed the shots. “My god, you are attractive.”

“Thanks. But no time for that now,” I dismissed humbly. We had a job to do, after all. “You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please. Lives are at stake.”

Her eyes darted over mine, “Sorry, I just…can't even concentrate. It's like staring…into the sun.”

Her hand snaked its way to the back of my head, slowly pulling me down to her lips, soft and slow. I brought my hand up to her cheek, caressing it carefully, delicately.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice called from behind me. “What do you think you're doing?”

I reluctantly pulled my lips away, just barely glancing over my shoulder towards him, “Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind, give me five minutes here.”

Then, Ellie came from almost out of nowhere, a hand on her hip, “Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for any of your blah blah blah blah.”

“Blah blah blah blah,” Sam chimed in. However, I tuned the two of them out, turning back to the girl who smiled up at me.

“Blah blah blah Blah!”

“Right! And that's how it really happened,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“And I don't sound like that, Dean!” Ellie said defensively.

“That's what you sound like to me.”

She shook her head, turning to Bobby, “Listen, you want the God’s honest true story?”

“I’ve gotta feelin’ you’re gonna tell me anyway,” Bobby said.

“First of all, I wasn’t even singing karaoke,” she said, shooting a look at Sam. “I was playing pool.”

Ellie’s POV

Butcher Little was anything but: a burly, scraggly man whose tattoos coated his arms, legs and neck. The man who everyone warned me about when I stepped up to the pool table, taking one of the pool cues.

“He’s one of the best, kid,” one of the patrons at the bar had said to me.

I smirked, sizing the man up, “We’ll see about that.”

I watched as Butcher, without having to spare so much as a glance at the white ball, sunk the eight ball into the corner pocket. The crowd erupted into cheers as the man he’d been playing groaned, throwing his money onto the green felt tabletop. Butcher picked up the money, shoving it into the pocket of his leather biker vest.

“Who else wants to try!?” He yelled out to the crowd. “I’ve got alllll night.”

“Me,” I said, stepping up to the table. Butcher turned to me, the group behind him laughing.

“Nice one, little lady,” he scoffed. “Ain’t got time for no amateurs, or girls for that matter. This is a man’s game.”

I smiled as the crowd’s laughter grew louder, “Then why don’t you go find me a man to play against then.”

The crowd behind him instantly quieted, glancing at Butcher who ground his teeth, “Listen, I ain’t got time for-”

“Amateurs,” I finished. “Right. Well I ain’t no amateur so either you keep talkin’ or we start playin’.”

I fished a wad of cash from my back pocket, placing it on the edge of the table. Butcher cocked an eyebrow before pulling his money from his pocket, showing it to me. However, before he set it on the table, a smile came to his lips before he turned over his shoulder, “Hey, Lenny! Why don’t you bring out the bucket?”

The crowd instantly began to mutter quietly at his words. I watched him carefully as his smile widened. The crowd around the pool table parted as the bartender made his way through, a large bucket balancing on his shoulder. When he set it down in the middle of the pool table, I could see the wadded up ones, fives and tens that were thrown inside.

I cocked an eyebrow at Butcher, “This is all the money I’ve won playin’ this game, little lady. And you know what? I like you, so I’m gonna make you a deal. If you’re interested, that is.”

I was, in fact, interested. I rested my palms on the table, leaning toward him under the low-hanging ceiling light, “Lay it on me.”

“If I win, you give me all you got. Including that there jacket.”

I squinted down at my jacket, looking back up at him, “My jacket?”

He nodded, “Got a lady who’ll look real nice in it.”

I folded my arms, “And if I win?”

Butcher tilted the bucket my way, showing me the money inside, “It’s all yours.”

I glanced at the money before glancing back up to Butcher, “You’re on.”

Claps and cheers came from the crowd as we threw our money into the bucket. I shrugged my jacket off, throwing it on top. The bucket was quickly escorted off the table as another man took the balls from the pockets and aligning them in the rack before pulling it away.

Hands massaged Butcher’s shoulders, hyping him up as he dusted the end of his sleek black pool cue.

I held tightly onto the bar’s wooden one, watching his pre-show arrogance. When he was finally ready, he stepped up to the table, motioning to the balls, “Ladies first.”

I was hoping he’d say that. I stepped up to the table, lining up my first shot. The balls dispersed, rolling across each corner of the table. I sunk my first ball. I rotated around the table, lining up my next shot, sinking my second and then my third striped ball before missing my fourth.

I stepped away, looking up at Butcher whose body language told me he was slightly uncomfortable, but saved face nonetheless. He stepped up to the table, lining up his shot. I tried to keep calm as he sunk nearly five balls in a row, each one bouncing into the pockets one after the other.

The crowd erupted again. I had four balls still on the table and he had two. This was my last chance. If I didn’t win this time around, he would definitely steal it from me. I maneuvered around the table, taking a deep breath as I shot one after the other, efficiently sinking my last four balls until all that was left was the eight ball.

Butcher’s face began to grow red with anger every time I sunk another ball, but I kept on going. The bar patrons grew quiet, watching us. I glanced up at my opponent, “You wanna call the pocket? Make things interesting?”

He let out an unamused umph sound before taping his finger on the pocket next to me that was blocked by one of his balls. I let out a low whistle, “Wow that’s dirty, even for you, Butch.”

I leaned against the table, holding the cue at an angle, just like Dean had showed me so many times before. I hit the edge of the white ball, watching it effectively hop over his ball and knock the eight ball into the pocket.

The crowd was quiet as I stepped back, smiling. Butcher was angry, gripping the cue in his large hand. However, I simply slid my jacket back on, picking up the bucket of cash and shoved the pool cue in Butcher’s chest-

“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” Dean interrupted.

“What do you mean!?”

Sam looked at me pointedly, “If that story were true, where’d all the money go?”

“Well now it’s going toward buying me a new iPod!”

“Okay,” Bobby interjected. Sam and I instantly silenced. “What's going on with you three?”

Sam shook his head, “Nothing. It's nothing.”

“Look, it, we've just been on the road for too long,” I dismissed, rubbing my temples. “Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it.”

Bobby reluctantly nodded and Sam went on with what happened that night, “So anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime.”

Sam’s POV

“So, how long've you been working here?” I asked the janitor as we followed him up the numerous flights of stairs up to the professor’s office.

“I've been mopping this floor for six years. There you go, guys,” he said as he unlocked the office door, pushing it open and flicking on the lights. Ellie pulled the EMF meter from her jacket, turning it on, the low hum making the janitor turn. “What the heck's that for?”

“Just to find a wire in the walls,” she lied, holding it up.

“Huh,” he said, lingering next to her. “So, how’s a girl like you land a job like this?”

Ellie raised her eyebrows, “Excuse me?”

“Ah, you know, the pretty ones are always waitresses, nurses—”

“Hey,” I interjected, shooting a death glare at the short man. He brought his hands up in surrender. Ellie took a few steps away from him, continuing to scan the room.

“Not sure why you're wiring up this office,” the janitor said, crossing his arms as he leaned up against the doorway. “Not gonna do the professor much good.”

“Why's that?” Dean asked as he crossed the room, picking up a few pieces of chocolate from a bowl and shoved them in his mouth.

“He's dead,” the janitor said bluntly before pushing himself away from the doorframe, pointing at the open window across the room behind a large desk. “He went out that window. Right there.”

“Yeah?” I asked, feigning surprise. “Were you working that night?”

“I'm the one who found him.”

“You see it happen?”

The janitor shook his head, “Nope. I just saw him come up here, and uh...well…”

I watched as he hesitated and Ellie raised her eyebrows, “What?”

“He wasn't alone.”

Dean came to stand next to Ellie and me again, his cheeks stuffed with chocolate, mumbling around the food in his mouth, “Who was he with?”

“Come on! I ate one, maybe two!” Dean interrupted.

I rolled my eyes, “Just let me tell it, okay?”

“He was with a young lady,” the janitor said as Dean continued to chew. “I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her.”

“You saw this girl go in, huh?” Ellie began. “But did you ever see her come out?”

The janitor thought about it, “Now that you mention it, no.”

“You ever see her around before?”

“Well, not her.”

Dean shoved another chocolate in his mouth, his cheeks bulging with them, “What do you mean?”

“I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh…Mister Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat.”

Ellie let out a snort, her and the janitor laughing. I squinted at the man, “One more thing. This building, it only has four stories, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?”

He frowned, “'Course not. Why do you ask?”

“Aw, just curious. Thanks.”

“After taking a look in the professor’s office and talking a little longer to the janitor, we realized there wasn’t much more to go on there,” I said to Bobby who was now standing, thinking as he slowly walked the length of the room. “So, we came back to the motel.”

“Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure,” Ellie said as she tossed the EMF detector onto the motel table next to an empty pizza box and three empty beers.

“And the room six-six-nine's a load of crap,” Dean grumbled, grabbing another beer from the fridge.

I sat down at the table, “So what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend?”

Ellie shrugged, “I don't know. I mean, the girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird.”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed, twisting the cap off of the bottle. “We oughta check out the history of the building. See if any co-ed ganked herself there.”

“Yeah, you're right,” I said. I grabbed my laptop from the table, kicking my feet up on one of the empty chairs as I powered the computer on. Instantly, the screen opened to a frozen image of a porn site staring back at me.

Ellie immediately slapped a hand over her eyes, “Oh god, Sam, really!?”

“No, this wasn’t –” I stopped, gritting my teeth as I turned toward the bathroom Dean had disappeared into. “Dude! Were you on my computer?”

Dean popped his head back out into the kitchen, hesitating, “No.”

I raised my eyebrows, “Oh really? 'Cause it's frozen now. On uh, bustyasianbeauties.com!” I watched Dean who struggled to come up with an excuse. When he couldn’t, he just disappeared back into the bathroom. “Dean! Would you – just – don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?”

“Why don't you control your O.C.D.–”

“But did you dig up anything about the building?” Bobby asked, stepping away from the window, turning to us. “Or on the suicidal co-ed?”

I rubbed at the back of my neck, “No. History's clean.”

“Then it's not a haunting.”

“Maybe not,” Dean said. “Tell you the truth, we're not really sure.”

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean, you're not sure?”

Ellie hesitated, glancing at Dean and I as she shifted in her seat, “Well...it's weird.”

“What's weird?”

“This next part, we uh, we didn't see it happen ourselves exactly,” Dean began, “but it's pretty friggin’ weird. Even for us.”

“Well, I ain’t got all day, boy. Spit it out.”

Dean opened his mouth, sighing, “Aliens.”

Bobby’s eyes bounced between the three of us, “Aliens?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Aliens?”

“Yeah,” I repeated.

Bobby shook his head, “Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people. I mean, my whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction.”

Ellie nodded, “Yeah, that's what we thought. But...we figured we'd at least talk to the guy.”

Ellie’s POV

“Hey, have either of you seen my iPod?” I asked, looking up from where I was going through my duffle bag. Sam was scrolling on his laptop and Dean was flipping through the channels on the TV.

The two of them remained quiet. I ground my teeth, “Hello? Am I invisible?”

“I wish,” Dean mumbled under his breath.

I rolled my eyes, looking to Sam who was now looking up at me, “Have you seen my iPod?”

Sam shrugged, “No. Where’d you put it last?”

I went back to my duffle bag, taking everything out of it in an effort to find the iPod with no luck. I sighed, glancing around the room before my eyes went back to Sam again, “Hey, you used it this morning on your run, didn’t you?”

Sam cocked an eyebrow, “Yeah…but I put it back on the table.”

I glanced behind me at the pizza boxes and bottles that littered the table, but no iPod, “Obviously you didn’t.”

“Well, you must’ve misplaced it.”

“No, you misplaced it,” I corrected him, shoving my clothes back inside the duffle bag. I glanced around the room again when something caught my eye, peeking out from under the bed. I switched the bedside table on, trying to get a better look at it.

I pulled the thing from under the bed, my heart dropping to my toes. My iPod looked like it’d been through a meat grinder. The screen was shattered, scratches covered every inch of the front and back. The only thing intact was the headphones, still plugged in.

Under the lighting, it looked even worse. My hand tightened around it as I stood, propelling myself toward Sam, “Were you gonna tell me you broke it, or did you want me to find out on my own?”

Sam looked up from his computer, “What?” I tossed the iPod into his lap. Sam picked it up, eyes wide. “I didn’t do this—”

“Sam, enough, alright?” I pleaded. “Why didn’t you just tell me—”

“It wasn’t me, El.”

“Well you were the last one to touch it!” I nearly shouted. “It was under your side of the bed!”

“Was not!”

“Was to!”

“I told you, Ellie, I didn’t break it!” Sam defended himself.

“Will you let me finish?” I retorted. Sam let out a huff of air, sitting back in his chair.

Dean’s ringtone silenced our shouting match. Dean groaned, flipping it open but he hardly got a word in before he glanced up at us, grabbing his jacket from the end of the couch. Dean filled us in on the way back to the bar. It was Curtis who called, the guy Sam had interviewed a few nights ago.

Curtis’ fingers danced over the rim of one of the four shot glasses lined up in front of him. He was hunched over the table, his eyes dropping, looking like he’d had enough to drink for the four of us.

“Hey, you ought to give those purple nurples a shot,” Dean joked when Curtis downed one of them. Dean’s smile quickly disappeared when Curtis shot him a glare.

“So, what happened, Curtis?” Sam asked from where he stood next to the table.

“You won't believe me,” Curtis mumbled, shaking his head. “Nobody does.”

I leaned over the table a little more, folding my hands in front of me, “Give us a chance.”

Curtis took another shot, bringing the glass down hard on the table before pointing to Dean, swaying softly in the chair, “I do not want this in the papers.”

Dean shrugged, “Off the record, then.”

Curtis’ gaze lingered on Dean before tearing his eyes away, staring back down into the shot glasses as he recalled that night, just less than 24 hours ago, “I, uh...I blacked out, and...I lost time, and when I woke up, I don't know where I was.”

“Then what?” Sam asked, sitting down in the chair next to Dean.

“They did tests on me. And, uh…” he paused, grabbing the third shot and throwing it back quickly. He crossed his arms on the table. “They, uh...they probed me.”

I cinched my eyebrows together, dragging my eyes over to Sam who was trying to hide his laughter and Dean, who cleared his throat. “They probed you?”

“Yeah, they probed me. Again and a— again and – and again. And again and again and again...” he grabbed the last shot, taking it in one gulp, “…and then one more time.”

“Yikes,” I said.

“And that's not even the worst of it.”

“How could it get any worse?” Dean asked. “Some alien made you his bitch.”

Curtis tightened his grip on his arms, “They...they made me slow dance!”

“You guys are exaggerating again, huh?” Bobby asked.

“No,” we said in unison.

Bobby raised his eyebrows, “Then this frat boy's just nuts.”

I shook my head, “We're not so sure.”

A crowd was beginning to form outside of Crawford Hall where Curtis had said he’d been abducted. Under the sunlight the next morning, we could clearly make out the perfect circle of dead grass on the lawn in front of the building.

“I'm telling you, this was made by some kind of jet engine,” Sam said as we examined it.

Dean cocked an eyebrow, “You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?”

“What else could it be?”

Dean shook his head, mumbling to himself. “What the hell…I mean, seriously, – what the hell? I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone – there's got to be some kind of connection.”

“You mean between the angry spirit and the sexed-up E.T.?” I asked. “What could the connection possibly be?”

“But what could we do?” Dean said to Bobby. “So we just kept on digging.”

Dean’s POV

“So, you and this guy, Curtis – you were in the same house?” Sam asked Ricky, one of Curtis’ frat brothers.

“Yeah.”

“You heard what happened to him, right?” I asked.

Ricky nodded hesitantly, “Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever.”

“Look, Ricky, I – I know this all has to be so hard,” Sam sympathized, nodding slowly.

Ricky wrinkled his eyebrows at his words, “Um, not so much.”

Sam began to tear up, “But I want you to know...I'm here for you. You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain.” Ricky looked confused, Ellie and I sharing a glance, knowing what was coming next. Sam was on the brink of tears now as he stepped towards him. “Come here.” He wrapped Ricky in a tight hug. “You're too precious for this world.”

“I never said that!” Sam said defensively.

I shrugged, “You're always saying pansy stuff like that.”

“Well, um…yeah, uh, thanks,” Ricky fumbled, maneuvering out of his grip. “Thanks for the hug, but, uh, I'm okay. Really.” Sam nodded, stepping away as he lightly patted Ricky’s shoulders. “To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming.”

Ellie raised her eyebrows, “Why’s that?”

“He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester and got off on it,” Ricky said. “So now he knows how we feel.”

I hummed at his words. Sam began to tear up again and I patted his shoulder, “It's okay.”

Once we talked to as many of the people closest to Curtis we could, we were still at a loss. There’s was virtually nothing solid for us to go on.

“Still doesn't make a lick of sense,” I said when we came back into the motel room. I shrugged my jacket off. “But, hey, at least there's one connection.”

“Between what?” Ellie asked, frowning at the still-broken iPod that laid on the table.

“The victims. The professor and the frat guy – they're both dicks.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow as he began to rifle through his backpack, “That's a connection?”

“You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it.”

“Where's my laptop?” Sam asked.

“I don't know,” I said, going back to the case, looking to Ellie now. “Think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed.”

“Weird ass connection,” Ellie said.

“I left it in here,” Sam went on about his laptop.

“You obviously didn't,” I said. Sam threw back the covers on each of the beds. “I mean, these punishments—they're almost poetic…Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still –”

“Okay, hilarious. Ha ha. Where'd you hide it?” Sam said angrily at me.

“What, your computer?”

“Yeah, where'd you hide it?”

I glanced to Ellie and then back to Sam in confusion, “Why would I take your computer?”

Sam turned, looking to Ellie angrily but she only shook her head, “Hey, unlike some other people I know I don’t take people’s things and ruin them.”

“Well, it had to have been one of you,” he clenched his jaw. “We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in!"

I smirked, “Looks like you lost it, Poindexter.”

Sam let out a huff of annoyance, “Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.”

I wrinkled my eyebrows, “What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around.”

“Yeah?” Sam laughed humorlessly. “Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge.”

“Hey, you can’t talk, with all the hair you leave in the shower, it’s gross!”

“It’s hair and it’s probably Ellie’s!”

Ellie shook her head, examining her iPod, “Oh, whatever!”

“And what's wrong with my food?” I asked.

“It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!” He shouted.

I shrugged, “I like it.”

“All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!”

Sam’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. I waited, letting a beat of silence pass before speaking, “You done?”

Sam scoffed, shaking his head, “You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?”

Just the idea sent murderous thoughts spinning through my head, “It'd be the last thing you ever did.”

“Did you take his computer?” Bobby asked me.

I took a drink from the beer in my hands, “Serves him right, but no.”

“Well, I didn't lose it,” Sam retorted. “'Cause I don't lose things!”

“Oh, that's right, yeah, 'cause he's Mr. Perfect.”

“Sam, did you break Ellie’s iPod?” Bobby questioned Sam this time.

Sam chuckled humorlessly, “No, I did not.”

Ellie scoffed, shaking her head, “Well, can’t wait to find the magical little fairy that must’ve snuck in because that’s the only other reasonable explanation.”

“Okay, okay,” Bobby said quickly. “Why don't you just tell me what happened next?”

“There was one more victim,” Sam said.

“Right. Now, we, we didn't see this one ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy—” Ellie paused, shaking her head. “He was, uh, he was a research scientist. Animal testing.”

I nodded, “Yeah, you know – a dick. Which fits the pattern.”

“Cops didn't release the cause of death 'cause they had no clue what the cause was.”

Ellie leaned back in her chair, “So, we checked it out ourselves.”

Ellie’s POV

Dean and I crouched behind Sam as he used his pocketknife to unlatch the window. Once opened, we slid inside one at a time into the morgue.

We pulled open each refrigerator door, glancing at the toe tags until finally, Dean opened one, his face twisting, “Well, this oughta be quick.”

He pulled the tray from the wall, Sam and I crowding around it next to Dean. The sheet on top of the body, or what remained of the body, was soaked in blood. Hesitantly, Dean grabbed the clean edges of the sheet and lifted it away.

Just the sight alone made us gag. I tore my eyes away from the single arm left, flesh clinging to the end of it lying next to the bottom half of a leg. A pile of recovered muscle and skin was piled onto the edge of the tray.

I held my mouth, “Okay, that is just nasty.”

“Uh, yeah,” Sam groaned. “Mutilated?”

“Looks to me like something was hungry,” Dean said.

“They identify him yet?” I asked as I reluctantly leaned in closer to the remains.

Sam nodded, “Yeah, uh, a research scientist at the college. Guess where his office was, by the way. Crawford Hall, same as the professor.”

“That's right where the frat boy had his close encounter,” Dean recalled.

Something in the skin of the scientist’s remains made me squint. I reached over to the standing magnifying glass next to me. I switched on the light, looking at the enlarged remains.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

I squinted at the small, triangular piece lodged into the skin. I hesitated, “Looks like a...a belly scale?”

“A belly scale?” Dean questioned. “From what?”

“Uh...” I hesitated again, not believing what I was about to say, “an alligator?”

Dean scoffed, “An alligator in the sewer. Come on.”

“Dean, it's a classic urban legend,” Sam said as I stepped away from the magnifying glass. “A kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet, and it grows huge in the tunnels.”

“But no one's ever really found one,” he pointed out. “I mean, they're not real.”

“Well, neither's alien abduction, but something chomped on this guy.”

“This couldn't get any weirder,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby. Maybe he's run into something like this before.”

Dean chuckled humorlessly, “Oh, I'm sure he has. Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple.”

“We decided to search the sewer anyway, so we split up, each taking one end of campus,” I said.

Bobby cocked an eyebrow, “D'you find anything?”

“Yeah, I found something,” Dean said, glaring at me. “Just not in the sewer.”

Dean’s POV

I pushed the manhole cover up, sliding it across the concrete, pulling myself out of the sewer after finding exactly no evidence there was ever an alligator snacking on people down there.

I rounded the block, trying not to think about how long I was down roaming the sewers when the sight of Baby stopped me. I clenched my jaw as I approached her, the way she was sitting much lower to the ground than she was before.

The wheels were slashed, the tires looking like they were melting into the ground. “Oh, no, no, no…son of a bitch.”

I rounded the car, wincing at it when something shiny caught my eye. I stepped toward it, picking up the money clip that was left abandoned by the front passenger wheel, the initials E.W. carved into the metal.

My hand tightened around the clip, clenching my jaw as fury propelled me forward, “Ellie!”

Sam and Ellie were on opposite sides of the motel room when I came back in. I slammed the door behind me, going straight to Ellie who was laying across the couch, reading.

“You think this is funny?” I asked her.

She squinted up at me, “It depends. What?”

“The car!” I said angrily.

She looked confused, but I knew it was just an act. “What about the car?”

“You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims!”

From the other side of the room where he was laying on the bed, Sam snickered, “You did what, El?”

She slowly sat up, closing the book, and setting in on the table, “Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car.”

I nearly burst out laughing. Instead, I fished the money clip from my pocket, showing it to her, “Oh, yeah? Huh. Then how'd I find this?”

Her eyes went wide as she stood, holding her hand out, “Hey. Give me back my money!”

“Oh, no. Consider it reparations. For, uh, emotional trauma.”

I went to the bed, throwing my jacket onto my bed. She rolled her eyes, following me, “Yeah, very funny. Now give it back.”

She reached for the money, but I pulled it from her grip at the last second, “No.”

“Dean, I have had it up to here with you,” Ellie said through clenched teeth, looking to Sam who was smirking at the interaction. “And you, too!”

“Yeah? Right back at you!” I said. She reached for the money again, but I pulled my arm away. She chuckled, shaking her head before reaching for it again. This time, she grabbed me from the side, pulling the two of us down sideways onto the bed.

Sam let out a huff of pain as we fell onto his legs. Ellie reached for the money, forcing my arms down so she could reach it, but I was stronger. I forced my hand away from her grip, holding it out in front of us.

“Get off me!” I shouted at her.

“Get off me!” Sam shouted this time.

Ellie threw a leg over my side, pinning my arm against me as she climbed towards my outstretched hand, “Give it back!”

“Okay, I've heard enough,” Bobby intercepted.

“Anyway, you showed up about an hour after that.”

Bobby’s eyes bounced between the three of us where we sat at the table, “I'm surprised at you three. I really am. Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “But I –”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh!” He hushed. I shot Sam a large grin. “Dean, Ellie did not touch your car.”

“Yeah!” She said before looking back up to Bobby, her triumphant smile faltering. “I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Sam did not break your iPod,” he said anyway. The three of us sat in silence, not meeting each other’s eyes. “And if you three bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear.”

I wrinkled my eyebrows, “What?”

“What you're dealing with.”

Sam, Ellie and I shared a look of confusion, “Uh...”

“I got nothing.”

“Nope.”

“Me neither.”

“You got a trickster on your hands,” Bobby said finally.

I snapped, “That's what I thought.”

“What?!” Ellie said incredulously. “No, you didn't.”

“I gotta tell you...” Bobby began, “you guys were the biggest clue.”

“What do you mean?”

“These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight.”

“The laptop,” Sam said.

“The tires.”

Ellie shook her head, “The iPod.”

Bobby nodded, “It knows you're onto him, and it's been playing you like fiddles.”

“So, what is it?” I asked. “Spirit, demon, what?”

“Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick.”

Sam raised his eyebrows, “You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator.”

Bobby nodded, “The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor – deadly pranks, things like that.”

“Bobby, what do these things look like?” Ellie asked.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging, “Lots of things, but human, mostly.”

I was worried he’d say that. I glanced over to Sam and Ellie when realization hit me. I laughed shortly, “And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?”

Sam and Ellie shook their heads when finally, the realization hit them, too.

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Sam’s POV

“Sorry I'm dragging a little ass today, kids,” the janitor said, unlocking the door for us to Crawford Hall. “Had quite the night last night.” He smirked over at Ellie. “Lots of sex, if you catch my drift.”

Ellie stared back at him unamused, “Is that supposed to make me jealous or something?”

“Did it work?”

“No.”

“Alright,” he said, defeated, leading us up the stairs.

“Listen, we won't be long. We just need to check a couple offices up on three,” Dean said.

“No problem.”

Dean gestured to me, nodding. I cleared my throat as we stopped on the first floor landing, “Damn, I, uh, forgot something in the truck. You know what? I'll catch up with you guys.”

The janitor nodded, tapping the railing, “Okay.”

I watched the three of them disappear up the next flight of stairs. I backtracked, jogging back down to the first floor and then into the basement. Using the lockpick, I pushed open the door to the janitor’s closet. I glanced around at the lockers, rifling through each one but coming up empty. Then, I rounded the corner where there was one more I hadn’t checked.

I pulled it open, a magazine falling to my feet. I picked it up, reading the headline: Aliens Abduct Cheerleaders.

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Ellie’s POV

“Just 'cause he reads the ‘Weekly World News’ doesn't mean he's our guy,” I said as we left Crawford Hall, jogging down the front steps. “I mean, Dean reads it, too.”

“I'm telling you, it's him,” Dean countered.

“Look, I just think we need some hard proof. That's all.”

Dean stopped, “Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth.”

“Well, I didn't find any candy bars or sugar,” Sam said. “Not even Equal.”

I gave Dean the I told you so look but he only shrugged, “Eh, that's probably 'cause you missed something.”

“I don't miss things,” Sam spat out.

“Oh, right, 'cause you're Mr. Perfect.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, shifting on his feet, “What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?”

“You been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up.”

I ran a hand down my face as Sam scoffed, “Look, just...stay here, keep an eye on the janitor. I'll go to his place to see if I can find any actual evidence before you go barging in and staking the man! Just wait till I get back, okay?” He watched Dean and I. “Okay?”

“Okay!” We said in unison.

We watched Sam walk in the other direction when Dean turned, “C’mon, let’s go back to the car.”

I stayed planted on the sidewalk, “I need to take a walk.”

“Oh, c’mon, El.”

I shook my head, taking off in the other direction.

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Dean’s POV

It was starting to get dark. I paced the sidewalk along Crawford Hall, glancing at my watch every few minutes. Eventually, I’d had enough waiting around for Sam and Ellie. I looked up at the building, sighing, “Ah, screw this.”

I pulled open the doors to the building, slipping inside. I ran up to the first floor, grabbing the wooden stake from inside my jacket. I jogged up the second flight of stairs, starting up the third when something stopped me.

I slowly turned, putting the stake back into my jacket. It was a song, coming from an auditorium down the hall. I pulled the auditorium doors open, peeking inside where, on the stage, a large bed was sitting in the middle. Two women leaned back against the pillows, smiling as I made my way down the stairs. I eyed the disco ball that rotated rhythmically on the ceiling. The women crawled forward on the bed in sync, their lingerie just barely holding them together.

“We've been waiting for you, Dean,” the dark haired woman purred.

I gulped, “Y-Y-You guys aren't real.”

The dark haired woman smiled as they stood before crossing their legs at the end of the bed, “Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real.”

I let out something between a choke and a laugh. The blonde woman leaned forward, “Come on. Let us give you a massage.”

“Wha...” I began, at a loss for words. My eyes travelled up their legs. “You know, I'm a – I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am, but...I- I'm gonna have to pass.”

“They're a peace offering,” a voice said from behind me. I turned to where the Trickster was leaning back in one of the theater seats. “I know what you and your siblings do. I've been around a while. Run into your kind before.”

“Well, then you know that I can't let you keep hurting people.”

He threw his head back, exasperated, “Come on! Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you, Ellie and Sam – I like you. I do. So, treat yourself...long as you want. Just long enough for me to move on to the next town.”

I glanced back at the women who were now pulling the straps from their shoulders. I let out a sigh, looking back to the Trickster who had pulled a candy bar from his janitor’s outfit. “Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that.”

“I don't wanna hurt you,” he said, taking a bite. “And you know that I can.”

“Look, man, I– I gotta tell you, I dig your style, alright? I mean, I do. I mean...” I looked back at the women again, chuckling. “And the slow-dancing alien–”

The Trickster laughed, throwing his head back, “One of my personal favorites!”

I laughed lightly, playing into the Trickster’s ego. “But, uh, I can't let you go.”

“Too bad. Like I said, I like you,” he said, suddenly becoming serious. “Sam was right. You shouldn't've come alone.”

I tsked, “Well, I'll agree with you there.”

The auditorium doors opened. Ellie, Sam and Bobby stepped into the room, each with a wooden stake in hand. The Trickster furrowed his eyebrows, turning toward them and then back to me, “That fight you guys had outside – that was a trick?” I smirked, shrugging. He squinted at me, slowly nodding in approval. “Hm. Not bad. But you want to see a real trick?”

With a snap of his fingers, two large men wielding chainsaws appeared behind Sam and Ellie, slicing the blade toward them. Sam dropped to the floor, just barely missing the blade and Ellie dodged the guy’s aim.

I propelled myself toward the Trickster, bringing the stake up over my head but my arm was grabbed by the dark haired woman, forcing it back down. She twisted it behind me, throwing me clean across the room and against the bed frame. I rolled onto my back, groaning at the impact.

From my line of sight, I watched as the man with the chainsaw behind Ellie stuck it into the wall where she’d been not seconds before. Sam was struggling, trying to maneuver between seats. Bobby came up behind the man, raising his stake, but the chain saw cut clean through it, slicing it into two pieces.

The blonde woman lifted me up by my shirt, pulling me to my feet before sending a fist sailing across my face. I stumbled backwards into the arms of the dark haired woman who punched me across the other cheek.

After being tossed between them, they both grabbed me by the collar, lifting me like I weighed nothing and chucked me from the stage. I collided with the auditorium seats, groaning as I pulled myself halfway up.

The Trickster laughed, “Nice toss, ladies! Nice show.”

Ellie had just sunk her stake into the chest of the man with the chainsaw and Sam was rushing toward the second who was quickly gaining on Bobby. He tackled him to the floor, pushing the stake into his back. However, the men slowly rose again, the chainsaws coming back to life, too.

“Dean...Dean, Dean, Dean,” the Trickster tutted as he stood. I held my side where it connected painfully with the plastic chairs. Sam quickly turned toward me, eyes widening as the Trickster stood up. “I did not want to have to do this.”

Sam quickly slid his stake across the floor. I scooped it up into my hands, standing. The Trickster was right above me and hardly had any time to move before I shoved the stake into the middle of his chest.

“Me neither,” I said. The Trickster grunted, his eyebrows cinching together almost like he was confused. I pushed the stake in deeper. The two men with chainsaws instantly vanished, followed by the two women on stage.

I yanked the stake out of the Trickster’s chest, watching as he collapsed back onto his chair. Sam, Ellie and Bobby stood next to me. I wiped the blood from my lip, “You guys okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

“Well, I gotta say...he had style,” I laughed, wincing at the pain that radiated throughout my body.

Ellie patted my back, “We should get outta here.”

I nodded, trailing slightly behind as they jogged up the auditorium stairs. We burst through the building’s doors, racing toward the Impala parked outside.

“Bobby, thanks a lot. We really couldn't've—”

“Hey, save it!” Bobby said, cutting Ellie off. “Let's just get the hell out of dodge before somebody finds that body.”

Bobby slid into the backseat, but Sam stopped, looking to Ellie and I, “Look, you guys, um...I just want to say that I'm, uh...”

“Hey,” I said. He didn’t have to say it. “Me too.”

Ellie nodded, “Me too.”

We shared one last look to each other before Bobby popped out of the backseat, “You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?”

I glanced back at the building as we slid into the car. I quickly turned the key over, speeding away from Crawford Hall.

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