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Preview: That’s What Friends Do For Each Other. (Mommy Dearest S06E19)

Episode Summary: The Winchester brothers, the reader, Bobby and Cas track down Eve in a small town in Oregon to discover the townspeople are being turned into monsters. When they finally meet Eve, she decides to torture the reader and the boys by bringing back their deceased mothers. Meanwhile, the reader follows a lead with the help of her best friend, Josh, to figure out the cause of her blackouts and reason behind Eve’s threat. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Warning: Demon!Reader. Word Count: 4,704.

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Note: This doesn’t particularly contain any of the episode but it does have to do with it. Mostly it continues off with the flashback from the last part and gives a lot of exposition to the rest of this season. This turned into a complete and total monster so I decided to give it its own part!

You were never much of the praying type. Because whenever you tried to, nobody ever seemed to listen. But it didn’t stop you when you were feeling desperate and in need for a miracle. Back when you didn’t know there was a neglectful God and angels were such dicks. Sometimes you sent out a little prayer for help to get you through the day. When you got out of hell for the second time, you prayed for months to know if one of your good friends was alive. That’s all you wanted to know from him.

You were forced to witness Cas get blown to pieces right in front of your eyes by Lucifer himself. It was one of the worst things you had ever seen. Still to this day you had nightmares about that frightful day. You knew Bobby and Dean were okay because you checked on them a week after you got out. All though you avoided all contact with Dean for long as you could, you watched him from the shadows every so often to make sure he was all right. Bobby would have most likely kicked your ass if you tried to pull a stunt like you did on Dean. Sam was by your side after the both of you got out. You knew your family was alive. Except for one.

The last person to know who was okay was Cas. You took a leap of faith and presumed that the angel was brought back to life as well as the rest of you. But that didn’t help your worried mind. You wanted to see him with your own two eyes. The problem you had was trying to contact him. And only the way you knew how to contact an angel was to pray. So, you did just that. You sat in an empty room and talked for a few minutes...to your disappointment, nothing came of it. But you didn’t let that stop you. You tried it again the next day. And the next one...Soon, seven months went by and you hadn’t gotten a single respond back. You had a feeling your prayers were falling on deaf ears. But you were too desperate to stop yourself.

Sometimes you prayed to see if Cas could do anything about Sam. He wasn’t himself since you got out of hell with him. But you didn’t always pray for a favor. Sometimes you sat in your empty motel room and talked to yourself for a few hours, pretending that he was there. Pretending that he was okay. Maybe he heard you, maybe he didn’t care. You took a personal offense to the fact Dean could call on the angel and he was there after a year’s worth of silence. You thought the both of you were friends. The two of you rebelled against who you were supposed to be. He was there for you in the way nobody else could be. All you were asking was for some clarification that he was all right. Yet he couldn’t even do that.

"It's not gonna work." You said again. You felt like an idiot standing up in your chair and looming over the boxes, the motel table covered in stacks of neatly piled documents and drawings. Josh convinced you that you needed help on this project. You didn't want to involve the boys, so he suggested another friend. "He's too weak."

“Seemed perfectly fine when we left.” Josh argued your weak excuse you tried to pull. You let out a sigh and looked down at the table where the drawings stared at you, almost taunting you. A nervous feeling settled in your expression as you bit your bottom lip. “We’re not asking for a miracle from him. You just wanna talk to him. You said he knows all about this problem. He’s the best person to confidence in, right?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he was right. You let out another sigh and closed your eyes, trying to remember how exactly to pray. It’d been a while since you did it. You hoped this would work. “Castiel, it’s Y/N. I need your help.” You prayed out loud, wondering what else you could say in order to get him to come down here without making him worry. You opened one eye up to see you and Josh were still alone. You shut it and tried again. “Look, I know you’re busy. I just want to talk. I know this is weird, but...I think there’s something wrong with me.”

You expected all odds to be against you. Cas had too many problems to right now worry about besides a condition you had since you were a child. The drawings and video might have been a coincidence. But you learned quickly in your life as a hunter there were no such thing. You opened your eyes after a few seconds expecting the room to be the same as it was before. To your surprise, a familiar face stood at the opposite end of the table. Your brow arched up slightly to see the angel himself was here. Alive and in the flesh.

“Hello, Y/N.�� Cas said. He greeted you in a calm tone as he looked over in Josh’s direction to give him a nod to acknowledge his presence. The angel seemed to find your surprised reaction a little strange. “You look startled. What seems to be the problem?”

“It’s just...Nevermind.” You mumbled. You decided not to bring up the fact that this might be the first time in over a year that he actually answered your prayer without the help of Dean. You reached out and held up the video tape you and Josh seen over an hour ago. "How do you feel about watching a home movie?"

+ + +

Ella let out a sigh and put a smile on her face, reaching for a pink colored construction paper of the family Y/N drew…

“Oh my. Isn’t this such a pretty picture, Monkey.” Ella complimented on the crayon drawing in a positive and cheerful tone like how the psychologist recommended. He said it was supposed to help create a calm and safe environment for children who might be afraid or unsure of how to cope with their internal emotions in a proper manner. A four year old who was just starting to understand that her father was dead and the recent move across the country to a foreign state, leaving the only home she ever knew and two best friend friends might cause a bit of stress.

Ella reached out and tucked a loose piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear when she politely mumbled a thank you like she was taught to do and continued drawing another picture. Sometimes Y/N would always ask why she was called Monkey. Ella would smile and say that she was her little monkey. Her daughter had so much energy in that tiny of body of hers and always seemed to get herself into places she had no idea how a four year old could get into. Ella knew one day Y/N wouldn’t want to be called by such a nickname. Probably when she went into middle school and started asking to wear makeup. A lump started to build in her throat at the thought of something so far into the future. She wondered if she would live to see the day her daughter graduate high school.

Ella looked down at the piece of construction paper to examine the picture a bit better. Y/N’s skills had improved greatly from the blobs and misshapen bodies she claimed were people. Her daughter was managing to get the concept down of human features such as heads and bodies with oversized torsos and sticks as arms and legs. Ella felt her brow furrow slightly when she stared at the picture. Y/N drew three people. A man, a young child and what appeared to be a woman. It took a second or so to realize the people in the drawing were of people she knew.

The man stood next to the small child, the both of them holding their stick arms and smiling. The woman was in the far back of the picture. Ella noticed the woman’s eyes were marked out with an X. She stared at the man to see his eyes were different. They were black dots, so was the little girl’s. Ella tried her hardest to contain her disturbance.

“Sweetheart,” Ella stopped her daughter from finishing her drawing. She looked at the half-done picture to see that it looked like it was supposed to be a biblical angel from the halo and wings. However on the bottom of the page she wrote bad in bold letters. Ella reached out and shuffled the paper to see what else her daughter worked on. She felt her breathing hitch in her throat when she saw a poorly drawn man. The color of his eyes were yellow. Beneath the picture Y/N wrote good. Ella showed the portrait to her daughter. “Did you draw our family?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, nodding her head as she kicked her feet back and forth. When Ella asked who each of them were, her daughter pointed to the little girl as herself and the woman her mother. Ella pushed her luck and wondered why she was drawn with two X marks as her eyes. “‘Cause Daddy told me to do it. He says your time is almost up.”

Ella could feel her blood run cold at the way her daughter was speaking. She set down the paper back to the table and gave her daughter a serious look to give her the talk she had once before. “Now Y/N, I told you. Your father died when you were two years old. He can’t possibly be talking to you.” She said. “That’s why we moved here into this nice place. For a fresh start.”

“Not my daddy. My other dad. He says his name is Lucifer. He’s like God, that person Mrs. Wolfe always talks about.” Y/N said. Ella remembered the woman you were talking about. She was an old widow that lived a few doors down from their house. She was Y/N’s babysitter a few times when Ella needed to work late for school. She wondered if she put a few thoughts into her daughter’s head. But that was wishful thinking. “Lucifer says he’s my God. Because he wanted me created. He talks to me sometimes. And he wanted me to tell you he says thank you.”

“Thank you for what, honey?” Ella decided to keep going along with this little game her daughter was playing.

“For selling your soul to Azazel and making me be born. He says not worry. You did something good for him.” Y/N went on about details no four year old should know. Ella wanted to pinch herself. She was going crazy. That’s what was going on. She saw Rosemary’s Baby and The Omen while she was pregnant. Her guilt and grief were pulling tricks on her. “He can’t wait to meet me. He says I’m going to be a sophisticated young lady.”

Y/N always had trouble pronouncing sophiscated. It was a word no four year old should be able to say. Her daughter grew a smile at the sight of her mother trying to hide her horror. “Y/N,” Ella managed to find her voice. “What do you mean?”

“He likes it when I do the bad stuff. Like hurt people really bad. Because they deserve it.” Y/N said, suddenly changing her tone of voice and demeanor. Ella watched as he daughter shifted into that dark, bad attitude that did horrible things. “He said they’re all gonna suffer. And nobody can stop it.”

Ella nearly jumped out of her skin in fright when Y/N grabbed the new box of crayons and threw them across the room, as if she was attempting to hit the mirror. She failed by a longshot. But Y/N seemed satisfied at what she had done. She sat back in her seat and stared straight ahead. Ella watched as her daughter, in the blink of an eye, returned back to her normal self.

Y/N was quiet for a few moments before she reached up an arm, as if she was looking for her crayons. She scanned the table to see they were nowhere to be seen. She then looked down at the ground to see there was a few lying at her feet. When he looked farther down the room, she noticed the pile of broken crayons and empty box littering the floor. Ella could feel tears starting to form in her eyes when she saw her daughter’s sweet, such an innocent face staring at her with a confused expression.

“Mommy, who broke all my new crayons?”

+ + +

The screen went to black after the video played out. You shut off the TV and turned your gaze over to Cas, who had remained silent through the recording of your first therapy session. He examined the drawings you made when you were four years old. While his expression remained neutral, his brow furrowed slightly as he tried to comprehend the different odd shapes that you said were people. You let out a nervous sigh and looked over at Josh. The both of you weren't sure how Cas was going to handle your suspicion, it sounded ludercaious when you said it out loud.

“Now,” Cas looked up from the drawings after he managed to figure out what was so unsettling. No child had an imagination like this. “What exactly happened when you were younger? You think—”

“I think it has to do with my health. When I was a kid I had this condition where I’d blackout at random. Thought it was nothing serious. It only lasted for a few minutes before I came back around. The only scary thing was I had short-term memory loss and I didn’t know when it was going to happen. I thought it was nothing for the longest time...until I saw this.” You explained the story to the angel as you nodded your head to the TV screen from the video you watched with him. “The things I was saying, no four year old is smart enough to know about that kind of stuff.”

“I do agree it’s very strange.” Cas said as he set down the papers back for the table. He decided to amuse your idea, wondering what you were thinking it could have been. “You think there’s a reason why you did all of those things?”

“Yeah. I mean, this is a shot in the dark. But I think it was my demon side taking control, making me say all those freaky things. Maybe Lucifer had some weird connection at the time and told me to say all those things.” You guessed. That’s all that you could do at this point. Guess your suspicions as to what made you turn into Damien and see what stuck to the wall. But that wasn’t the reason why you asked Cas to be here. You bit your bottom lip again as your fingers nervously intertwined together from what you were about to admit. “It’s been happening again—the blackouts, I mean. Not Lucifer talking to me.”

“You are human, Y/N. Chances are you inherited a disorder passed down to you.” Cas said. You didn’t know why, but you found his attitude about what you were admitting all too casual. Like it was some fixable problem. “You should have come to me sooner. I could simply heal—”

“No, no. It’s not that easy.” You backed away from the angel before he could attempt and place two fingers against your forehead to cure what you from whatever what was wrong with you, or at least that’s what you were lead to believe. You let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes when Cas gave you perplexed look from your reaction. “Look, there’s a reason why I’m telling you two and not the boys. I…” You hesitated to even entertain the idea, but you had to. You slumped your shoulders forward and let out a sigh, coming right out with it. “I think I came back from hell the same. Do you remember the deal I made with Crowley?”

“Yes. Angel grace in exchange for your loyalty to him.” Cas said. “But what does—”

“I may not have told you the entire deal.” You cut off the angel, your lips stretching into a slightly nervous smile when Cas realized what you were saying. His reaction was how you expected it to be, concern with a touch of anger from what kind of trouble you got yourself into. “There was just one small detail I forgot to mention. Crowley didn’t just give me the grace. He offered to give me the ability of being a demon—but with human emotions. And I said yes.”

“I don’t understand.” Cas said in a serious tone. You swallowed slightly when the angel realized you had dropped a serious problem in his lap that you were telling him over a year later. You felt like kicking you past self for being so stupid. “Why would you do such a thing? I thought you wanted to be human.”

“I did! But it felt so good to have power...I wanted to keep feeling like that forever. To feel in control of myself again. My entire life people have tried to tell me what to do. You have no idea how hard it was for me to do the right thing and not go dark side. I thought it was going to solve my problems.” You said. You let out a heavy sigh and shut your eyes, knowing it only caused more trouble than it was worth. “When Crowley brought me back, I don't think it was just to keep his ass safe and hunt a few Alphas. I think that son of a bitch brought be back as a half demon so I could lend him a helping hand in torturing all those monsters. I know him. If he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty, he won’t. And it explains why Eve’s coming for me.”

“What?” Cas asked, suddenly growing concerned at hearing such a thing. He knew what she was capable of. And to know he was going after one of his friends made the situation become even more complicated than it needed to be. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

“You’re not exactly the easiest person to get ahold of. And it’s not like this is the first time a monster is coming after me.” You said, not showing a bit of fear from the idea of something old as Eve, the mother of all who you hunted wanted some sweet revenge. “But the thing that worries me is that if Crowley did pull me out to help, I don’t remember anything. And I’ve felt completely fine after I got out of Hell.”

Cas grew eerily silent from what you told him. You watched him closely as he unpacked the load you dropped on him. His reaction was what you feared, doubt. “I can’t say I agree with your theory. I know Crowley. Purgatory was a location he was desperate to find. He would jeopardize it by working with someone who wanted him dead. Your blackouts are likely caused from a hereditary condition. Perhaps due to stress. I can reassure you Y/N that you are without a doubt human.” Cas reassured you. For some reason you had trouble believing him. “If you want me to be completely thorough I could touch your soul. But you know from witnessing the process I performed on Sam it would cause you excruciating pain.”

“No thanks. I get cramps once a month. That’s enough pain for me.” You sarcastically shot down the plan as you subconsciously rubbed your stomach. You grew silent for a moment as you found yourself staring off into space with a look on your face like you’re holding something back. It causes Cas to wonder what caused this entire ordeal to unfold in the first place. So you tell him. “About a week after Dean got back into hunting with us, we took this vampire case. Dean got turned into a vamp by Sam. This was when he was still soulless. I purposely got myself caught so I could make sure he wouldn’t feed. Everything looks like it’s going fine. Dean’s getting ready to pump this six hundred year old creep with dead man’s blood, but then he gets a whiff of it. The entire plan backfires on us. All hell breaks loose...and I black out.”

You subconsciously clenched your jaw at what you did. You looked over to see that Cas is listening to your story. “When I come back around, I’m covered head to toe in blood, feeling like i just ran a marathon. Dead bodies were all around the place. I mean there was dozens upon dozens of them all around the place. Dean’s congratulating me on a job well done. I stand there smiling, trying my hardest not to freak out because I didn’t remember killing a single vamp. Not one.”

“Is anger what triggers these episodes?” Cas asked, trying to get more information on this so he could help figure out a solution. You shook your head, saying it wasn’t the cause of most of them. “Has there been any other one where you blacked out due to rage?” “A few weeks back we were hunting this parasite thing. Eve cooked it up just for us. Thing would crawl into someone’s ear and make them a complete psycho. It got into Samuel and he tried to corner me. Told me all sorts of stuff. All I remember is him asking me if I really thought Crowley brought me out of Hell without something extra.” You said, retelling the words that came out of Samuel’s mouth. You shifted your footing as you placed your hands on the back of your chair, remembering the awful things that bastard told you. “When it got into Bobby, he went on about the torture.”

“As your friend, I can reassure you that everything is perfectly fine. You aren’t a demon. Eve is probably trying to make all of us feel intimidated by targeting you.” Cas said. “She probably made up the torture because she knew it would get you and the boys more tempted to track her down without knowing what might kill her. But she doesn’t know we have the Phoenix ash. All we need to do is locate her and kill her.” You believed every word the angel said because you thought it was the truth. And you had no reason not to think it was anything else. You let out a breath you had been holding over these past few weeks and grew a smile at the reassurance. You weren’t crazy. You weren’t a monster. “Thanks, Cas. I know you’ve been busy with fighting with Raphael and can’t always help us.”

“Of course. I know you would have done the same thing for me.” Cas said. “That’s what friends do for one another. And I’m sorry I haven’t been here more for you.” “Cas, you’ve got a lot on your shoulders right now. The boys and I understand. Seriously. You have done so much for us over the past few years, I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you.” You said. Cas grew silent as he turned his head away from you. You broke out into a smile, thinking he was growing bashful at how you were opening up to him in such a way he wasn’t used to. Never did you think it would be because of guilt. “You two are my best friends. In ways nobody could be. Josh, I put your life through Hell and yet you’re still here. And Cas...out of anybody, you have been there for me. You understand what it’s like to rebel. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.”

You remained smiling as the two men found themselves growing tense at heartfelt moment neither one of them deserved. As you gotten deeper into your emotions, sniffling as you wiped your eye with your finger. "My, my. What a sweet Hallmark moment. I think my black heart grew three sizes." Cas found himself looking back over at you when he heard your tone of voice change into more of a cold, sarcastic bite. Your smile dropped as you blinked, your eyes changing to the empty and dark color as the soul crammed in your body. “Now that chick flick moment is over, how are you?”

Cas narrowed his eyes at the demon that shouldn't have been able to come out. You had a suspicious feeling that you took him by surprise by the look on his face. You smiled and blinked, turning your eyes back to normal, but the demon side of you remained. "I'll tell you how I'm doing. I'm bored, Castiel. Bored of sitting here like a good girl. How's that whole progress of getting me the hell out of here going?"

“We’re working on it.” Cas said. You narrowed your eyes on him as you crossed your arms over your chest.” Josh has been looking for the spell for a few months. We think we’re getting close.”

“Is that true, handsome?” You turned your gaze over to the young man sitting at the table. Your human side had asked him for help a month ago to help track down Eve. Josh barely lifted his gaze up from the table to make eye contact with you. He nodded his head and said that he might have found a lead. “‘Might.’ Well, it ain’t a yes. But it isn’t a no. Since you two are trying so hard, I’ll throw you bone. You’ve got until a week after this Eve bitch is dead to get me the hell out of here and get me a new body. One that I can control on my own.”

“That’s impossible—”

“Nothing impossible if you don’t try really, really hard. Do as I say,” You warned the two men as you reached inside your back pocket to pull out a small knife that the human side of you carried around for safety. “Or I’ll do what I should have done in the first place.”

“You should know that won’t hurt me.” Cas said. His tone of voice changed into a superior one. He honestly thought you were that stupid. You let out a chuckle and smiled.

“Don’t get so cocky. This isn’t for me. It’s for me. I’ll say it one more time for the two of you to understand. Find me a new body, or I’ll kill your little friend inside here. I can deal with a stab wound on the body if you two don’t move. Remember...one week.” You left them with a warning and a deadline that wasn’t very long. Before either one of them could ask for more time, you returned back to your normal self, who had no clue what just went down. You looked over at the clock and winced. “Crap. I gotta go. Dean’s gonna kill me if I don’t get back with the Impala.”

You shuffled around a few papers back into the folder and tidied up a bit, Josh managed to find his voice and said that he would take care of it. You gave him a smile and mumbled a thank you. Cas watched as you grabbed your jacket from the chair and headed out the door, shouting a goodbye to the two men before slamming the door shut. The angel looked down at Josh.

“Are you any closer to finding it?” Cas asked.

“Yeah. I am, actually.” Josh said, nodding his head. His lips stretched into a smirk as he told the angel the location of where he found a possible clue. “I think it might be in Samuel’s office.”

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