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Just another Babysitter: Part 5

Summary: Y/N goes with Dean and in the process reunites with a grown up baby Sammy. Castiel allows the brothers to take charge of the situation and catch Y/N up, even though she would rather stay uninformed. When night falls and the former babysitter can’t sleep, a certain angel gives her comfort she didn’t know how to find herself. But none of this will prevent Y/N from breaking down.

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Sam’s pov.

I knock on the back window to catch Cas’s attention and almost immediately, he opens the door to stand in front of me.

“Dean told me to meet back here. Where…” Before I can finish my sentence, Cas points across the parking lot. I follow his direction and of course there’s Dean but he’s not alone. He's hugging someone to himself, fairly tight.

“Should we go over?” I nod before it dawns on me what Cas has just asked. He’s starts to walk forth before I put my arm out to stop him and he looks at me confused.

“That’s most likely Y/N with him, let’s not overwhelm them more than they already are.” Seeing that Cas understands, I look back to Dean and sure enough, he’s still holding the figure in his arms. He only embraces someone like that when he’s worried about losing them or relieved that they made it out alive. In this case it’s a mixture of both. 

Although I don’t really remember Y/N much I feel like I know her. Dad wrote about her a lot in his journal, after she died he used her memory to calm us down at night if we missed her. He would re-tell the bedtime stories she would coax Dean and I to sleep with. One time he even stole a wagon for us because he knew how much we loved when Y/N would pull us along in her old one. Dean talked about her nearly every day for weeks after we left Cottonwood falls but when Dad told him she had gone to heaven, he never spoke of her again. 

In my time of reverie, Dean has loosened his hold on the girl and has begun walking over, his one arm slung over her shoulders the entire time. We never had any pictures with Y/N in them but as soon as they are close enough, I know. I find Dean’s gaze to immediately catch his forlorn expression and looking to Y/N I see her bloodshot eyes.

“You drive.” Swiping the keys mid air, Dean opens the back door and gently nudges Y/N into the seat. He closes the door before looking up at Cas and me.

“Dean…” He looks down when I speak.

“Let’s… Let’s just get back to the motel.” Nothing else is said as Dean walks around to the other side of the impala and slides into the backseat. Cas looks at me unsure before her proceeds to the passenger seat.

“Okay” I take a breath before opening my door. Here we go.

General pov.

Back at the motel, Castiel stands by the bathroom door looking at the floor, Dean sits on the edge of his bed facing Y/N. She is cross legged in the middle of Sam’s bed as he sits at the table. No one has said a word since leaving the park, there is so much to explain, so many years to explain but who knows where to start. Then something shocking happens.

“I don’t want answers.” Y/N breaks the silence. “I nearly passed out in the middle of traffic earlier just by looking at someone talking on their phone. I just want to know how I died and why that after thirty-three years, I’ve been brought back.” She finishes, never looking up from the bed. Y/N spoke so clearly that it makes Sam realize she using all her energy to keep it together. If they tell her anything other than what she asks for, she’ll most likely break down completely. As Dean stutters for a response, Sam speaks up.

“Do you want the sugar coated answer or the real one?” If this was any other victim from a case, this would have been Dean’s line, but this is Y/N. This is someone Dean saw as a sister so right now he’s too worried for her to think strictly and Sam see’s this. Y/N finally looks up and directly at the youngest Winchester.

“Let me guess…” Y/N observes him a moment. “Sammy?” Although she hopes he says no, Y/N would like to know if this is her little cuddle buddy from 1984. 

“Yeah, that’s me.” Sam almost corrects her, not being use to anyone but Dean calling him ‘Sammy’. He stops himself because usually he’s only called that when Dean needs comfort that his little brother is okay. Right now though Y/N seems to be using it to reassure herself that she’s safe with these three men. She is.

“Tell it to me straight.”

Y/N pov.

After hours of rolling around, I decide to get up. Sam let me take his bed, although a nice gesture, I think I’ve had enough rest from being dead so long. Kicking the sheets off my legs, I sit on the edge of the bed with my face in my hands. Killed by a shape shifter? That’s what I’ve been told by Sam. I would have called him crazy if I hadn’t just time travelled from 1984 to 2017. I sit straight as I hear someone clear their throat. I look up and see the man, Castiel I believe, sitting at the dinning table.

“Are you alright?” He asks in a deep yet soothing tone. I shake my head no, not quite sure how to put how I’m feeling into words. “How about a walk?” I stare confused and he smiles a little as he stands. “Sam has told me how fresh air is good when someone needs to calm down or think.” He holds out his hand for me to take. “I’ll go with you if you’d like?” Hmm. Why not?

I take his hand and he gently pulls me up. Shortly after he releases my hand and gestures toward the door for me to lead the way.

About a block from the motel, Castiel and I take residence on a bus bench under a street lamp.

“Why weren’t you sleeping?” I look up at Castiel, curious. He’s sitting very stiff, like he’s waiting to be called into an interview for a job. With the suit under his trench-coat, he would probably get the job no problem. Castiel looks into my hazel eyes with his electric blue ones as he responds.

“I’m an angel. I don’t need to sleep.” That’s all it takes for me to lose myself. I stand abruptly from my seat.

“Of course you are. I mean I was killed by a shape shifter and brought back to life after three decades by who knows what! So you being an angel just makes complete sense!” My voice raises after every word and Castiel stands now too. “To top all that off I had to suffocate through six feet of soil! I had to discover my own grave!” I pull at my hair now, my throat hoarse and my eyes burning with unshed tears. “Oh and let’s not forget the hand print burnt into my skin! Thus being a permanent reminder that my life will never be the same! At least my knuckles will heal but that…” 

Castiel forces my arms down, the quick motion stopping my upset words from spewing out and preventing me from pulling the hair from my scalp. He holds me still by my shoulders now but I am too riled up to stay still. I look through blurry eyes as I try to push myself away from his grasp, sobbing all the same. I’m angry and confused. Most of all, I’m grieving my own death. 

Castiel’s pov.

“Y/N you need to calm down!” I’m not usually the one to handle distressed people. Sam and Dean are more likely to handle these things as I am unaccustomed to emotions. Why did I try to comfort her again? It’s because Sam and Dean are stressed enough as it is, so I decided to let them sleep while I took care of their former deceased loved one. Now I’m unsure of what I should do. 

Y/N continues sobbing and hitting at my chest in an attempt to free herself from my grip. Somehow the both of us sink to the pavement when Y/N’s legs buckle beneath her. What would Dean do in this situation? Thinking a moment, I stare down at Y/N. Her punches grow weaker and lighter the more she sobs. She’s wearing herself out and her eyes are completely bloodshot as they blink closed. Y/N falls into my chest and now I know what to do.

I scoop my one arm under her kneecaps and the other supports her shoulders. Steadily as possible, I rise from the ground with Y/N braced in my arms. Without opening her eyes, she latches onto my coat and shakes into my chest. Taking a deep breath, I kiss her forehead. I’ve seen people do that before, it seems to work.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to help you.” I whisper into her hair before walking back to the motel room.

General pov.

Unknowing to Castiel carrying the distraught Y/N away, something watches them from down the block. In fact this something has been seeking Y/N a very long time.

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20 Things To Love About Our Albert Lea Community

im·prove·ment / noun.  The action of improving or being improved.

1. We try hard, & we are persistent a bunch. We had the old Wal-Mart sit vacant for just a “few” years. Many whispers of new tenants floated around over time, & then one fine day last year, a 12 year lease was signed to Bomgaars. Thanks to efforts of Hoffman, ALEDA & I’m certain many other small & large working parts, shit got done, together. 2. The movement isn’t like wild fire, it’s more methodical. Wind Down Wednesday came to life about 5 years ago. Since then, it has grown & become a Summer event that’s marked on everyone’s calendar. It has spurred other events downtown, & continues to thrive. By hands, brains, time, & work of Albert Leans. Tami, Susie & everyone on deck thru the years, continue to break their backs on events like WDW because seeing Albert Lea thrive fills their hearts. When you really care, you take an active role.

3. Our restaurants are only as successful as their patrons make them, & we’ve got some awesome ones. Places like B&B, The Elbow Room, Taco King, 112 on Broadway, AND Crescendos have almost cult followings, I know this, because I “drink the kool-aid” from all of these places. These owners took chances on Albert Lea, took the leap, dove into OUR community head & heart first. In the first year of a restaurant business, they are more then 90% likely to fail. We know what we like, be it pancakes, tacos, or seared tuna, & thankfully they are just up or down the street! 4. A dog park! A splash pad! Holy crap! Sometimes the movement IS like wildfire. Sometimes people saddle up, grab the reigns & plow thru adversity for the better of the community. Sheila & others did this because our four legged pals needed to have a park for us to enjoy with them too! (In case you haven’t counted yourself, I think we are over 40 park/rec areas just in town!) And a freaking splash pad just around the corner for Summer?! The committee itself is filled with DOERS, but the outpouring of outside support has been an awesome example of what coming together can accomplish! I mean, there’s those tshirts & sweatshirts, that I know you either have a few of, or want a few of. And then there was a dunk tank, a 5k, & countless BIG donations. These things are perfect examples of needs being met. 5. LAKES! Please direct all excitement for our improvements in our local waterways to the fine folks down at the Shell Rock RWD, also, Laura & her crew with the Lakes Foundation. They are in the trenches, fighting for our water, YOUR water. 6. Oh, do you need something fun to do on the lake? The Boathouse has you covered! Canoes, kayaks, paddle boards for the Summer, & snow shoes in the Winter. Archery too! Scott has a passion for bringing new, different, & fun things into our hands. Could you imagine if everyone took that sort of initiative? In case all of those things listed above aren’t for you, there’s still ice skating, rock climbing, pickle ball, swimming, horse shoes, biking, tennis, fishing, ok, ok, I’ll stop...geocaching, roller blading, boating... you know, things you have to DO, actively. 7. There’s something going on every day, you just have to look. I’ve found the search for activities has actually gained me some pretty awesome friends, as well as activities. Did you know you can snag a game night weekly & monthly downtown at The Interchange & the Legion? Jenni always has her hands working on something for the kiddos thru the city, the theatre continues to expand it’s calendar beyond the great ACT performances, & volunteerism is a two way benefit, you could always try that, call Ann! 8. Our arts community is growing! Obviously the apple of my eye, the arts, are coming along beautifully! The feedback I get from families at my collective creative arts space (Meraki, yes that plug just happened), is a feverish “MORE”. Our families are flourishing, whether it’s guitar lessons, dance lessons (young & old), or our newly added cartooning courses. Our families did not just say thanks, they are asking for more. They are hungry, & this fuels my passion for fulfilling that need. Join me, in building our arts community. It’s in need of unity, but more so, it needs you. 9. Our streets are pretty! I’ve seen & heard the effort that has gone into making our downtown the beauty that it’s becoming. Through oppositions, & the normal set of barriers that change brings, it continues to get more friendly & glorious, from outdoor seating options at the coffee shop, Legion & 112, to all the blooming pots & colorful banners! It’s in the details, & sometimes we don’t appreciate how much time & money the little stuff takes! 10. Rock hunting; it’s a real thing Kari & Dori graced our community with this great, active, family AND budget friendly game! Anytime I see a painted rock hidden next to my studio door or by our flower pot, I smile. How many times has AL Rocks brought a little joy into your day? Probably more then you give recognition to! They saw a way to share joy & leaped at the opportunity to give it wings! 11. We’ve got a ton of really great community service peoples. You know at least 5 men & women that serve as a fireman, first responder, nurse, dispatcher, or policeman. They are real people, involved in countless other ways, besides the obvious, to help our community. Knowing that someone is just around the corner, any corner, willing to help with knowledge & heart, puts us all at ease.  

12. Shred at the Skatepark I couldn’t find the birthdate of the skatepark, but over 10 years is a certainty. Anytime I drive or walk by the beach, there’s more action at the skatepark! This gives a place for our youngsters (how freaking old am I, that I’m using that word?!) to go and feel free. Not only a positive for the kids, but for everyone as they’re not tempted to trespass on other areas of town to get some boarding in. 13. Shop Local Yes, we don’t have the stores of Burnsville Center, BUT we do have fabulous clothing retailers that NO ONE else has, like Country Soule, Between Friends, & BG Loft. Toys R Us doesn’t hold a candle to the personal service Tami & her dolls will give you at Celebrations. The list goes on; Pet Authority knows it’s customers by name, The Color Wheel is filled with local artisan gifts & beautiful decor, and Junction Market allows us to pick up all our Pinterest-loving-ideas, without having to actually dip a brush in paint. 14. Our City wants feedback. It seems our city officials always have an ear to the ground, which is not as common as you’d think in other cities. They hold Mayor Mondays, & send out newsletters with events concerning citizens on a variety of levels, of the serious kind, or pleasure. You can even watch the council meetings on youtube from the comforts of your couch, if you can’t make the meetings in person. They care for their business owners, knowing that only together, can we do great things. 15. Everyone knows you, and that’s a good thing. I sometimes scurry out to Walmart or HyVee looking like quite the disheveled un-showered human, and ALWAYS run into at least 3 people I know. But I find comfort in that. There’s no cloak of mystery here, people I sit in professional meetings with during the week, are the same people I run into at Harold’s having a few beers on a Friday night. You can be real. People here really get to be themselves, & you’re never really alone. 16. Evolution of the mall. Remember not that long ago when Skyline was the dead zone for retail space? And now, it’s pretty cooking!? Yes, Northbridge has seen brighter days, but malls in general are having to completely evolve in order to make it “work”. I have no fear that over the next 10 years, it will get it’s groove back into something better then before. Showing patronage to the current stores doesn’t hurt either, so go grab a tan, get your nails done, then sip a margarita (or two), & catch something on the big screen! I feel like that could be a fun afternoon, add that to the activities list! 17. Area small towns, call this their town too I grew up in Alden, and I know anyone from Glenville, Geneva, Hartland, etc. will all say the same thing when you’re 50 miles from home and asked “where are you from”, response: “Albert Lea”. I mean, it’s where we get groceries, where we come to get our hair done, when we’re sick we come for help, it’s all of ours. That’s what community means.

18. 30 under 40 Our community is at the cusp of something pretty awesome right now, the next generation is stepping up, planting roots, investing in us. I know this, because my husband & I fall into this category, and so do a lot of our friends. While there will always be people, young AND old, that will shit on the work of others, we’ll still be here working our tales off for the better of the world. Millennials aren’t so bad, neither are the Generations Xers, or Baby-Boomers, there’s just rotten eggs in any age group. It’s our job to put our heads down, & keep putting in the work, together.

19. Perspective can alter the course of everything. While in the last few years I’ve found myself back on this soap box, my guilt is lessening each time I start to type or speak. No I don’t think it’s necessary to rebuttal in the effort I have here, every single time, but I do think the opposition to Albert Lea shaming needs to be felt at every negative word or comment made. Being silent, when someone is being bullied, has equal the damage. Stand up. Be proud. Make your voice be heard. Do great things here.

20. If you leave, you’ll most likely be back....I did. I graduated high school, was around for a year or so, and then took off to the cities. I stayed up there for about 3 years. I loved my job, but in the end, I couldn’t find a decent space for myself & my Louie dog to stay, so I came back. I was uncertain how I felt about it, but I did know, I always called it “Home”. And it continues to feel more like mine, each day I’m here. Each time I glance out my office window and see families walking the lake, or neighbors going to grab a bite to eat on their lunch break together. As the wings of Meraki catch flight, I realize that in order for it to be Meraki, it needed to be here. This is home. I chose it, & in return, it chose me.