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War Game (Part 3)

Summary: After Dan surprising visit. You had to pull yourself together and go on a date with Sam. What will come out of this date? Will you be able to make the boys leave as planned?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 5634

Warning: Angst, smut, alcohol, dead of a character, a character in the coma, blood

Square filled : Trapped

A/N : Hey guys. Here is the third part of War Game. It longer then expected and my brain is dead currently so i don’t know when the fourth part will come out seeing i am writing it and this part took me more time then expected. It’s part of the SPNANGSTBINGO Card and part of @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Potato’s Power Ballad Challenge. I had the song Listen to your heart From Roxette. I hope it fit the fic. I am not sure anymore. Thanks to @aingealcethlenn and @mrswhozeewhatsis for betaing this. I hope everyone like it. Tell me if you need a little resume of One tree Hill Character to know who is who and not get confused lol. Again I had to google all the picture i found.

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Masterpost fic

SPNANSGTBINGO Masterpost

Present Day:

Your hand moved before Dean had the opportunity to say 3, making his gun fly out of his hand. In other circumstances, you wouldn’t mind or back away from dying. Now, things had changed, things that you needed to take into serious consideration.

“Listen, Dean. You need me there. I know where Sam is and the place has an enchanted security system.” You gasped as Dean quickly grabbed you. He pulled your arms behind your back and placed a knife against your throat.

“Like hell I need you!” he growled. “You are not the only witch I know!”

You opened your mouth to say something, but someone else beat you to it. “Alright, Cowboy. Now put your weapon down,” Rachel’s voice threatened behind you.

“Sorry princess, can’t do that,” he groaned.

You couldn’t see it, but the fact that Dean growled made you think that Rachel held her gun against him. “Guess I will have to take care of you,” she said.

Three week ago : After the date

The disaster started after your date with Sam, even though it went the way you expected. The two of you only talked. Something stopped you from flirting with him. You didn’t know what it was, but you couldn’t and it kind of bothered you.

When the time came for you to kiss him goodbye, you sighed and kissed his cheek. “You know we could have had more fun but I guess your brother told you about me,” you whispered in his ear.

You could sense his discomfort when his body tensed, and you stepped back, chuckling, before turning and walking into your building. The minute you walked into your apartment, you knew by the wilted plant you had cursed that someone had been there. Without thinking twice, you went in your room to find one of your drawers open. Your journal was missing, the one you put everything inside although it was written in code. You slammed the drawers shut, upset and feeling stupid for falling into the Winchester’s classic trap.

The misery came the next day. You didn’t want them to know you knew about Dean being in your apartment, so you let them have a day ahead of you to prepare your revenge. Your first move was to cast a spell to find them before going there with your motorbike. When you got there, you blew the door of their motel room open, clearly surprising them as you walked in.

“Hey, boys.” You smirked and walked into the room, waving your hand at the only one there, pinning him to the wall. “Oh, Dean, where is your brother?” You faked a pout.

“Son of a bitch, (Y/N)! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Dean protested.

You jeered, “Hunter, come on. You came into my apartment. so I decided to make a surprise visit to you.” You winked at him, as you walked toward your journal on the table.

Dean frowned. “Little Witch. You are in so much trouble,” he said. “Now, how about you kill me or get lost.”

“Kill you? Why?” You asked. “That’s not fun.” You sounded amused by the whole situation.

Clearly too amused, as you didn’t hear Sam coming from behind you, then jumping on you, pinning you down while Dean fell face first on the floor. You fought off Sam, even though hand to hand combat wasn’t your thing, managing to kick him in the balls and get the upper hand. Dean soon ripped you off of his brother, though, and that’s when you’d had enough and used your power to throw them out of the room.

You chased them through the whole town, not caring about who might see you or even who was in the way. The minute you saw Dean turning around and pointing his gun toward you, you reacted. “LUX!” (Light) you screamed, as a glowing light blinded them as Dean shot, and you waved your hand away to deflect the bullet.

You made your way toward Sam, who was the closest. You didn’t know what you wanted to do with him, but killing wasn’t something you would do. Instead, you teleported him away, making Dean and everyone else think he died. You did the same to Dean, sending him away in a puff of magic. When he was gone, you realized the mess the town had become. You saw Lucas and Peyton on the ground, blood pouring out of a bullet wound in Peyton’s chest. Your heart pinched against your chest and you had to hold back tears as you walked toward them, only noticing Nathan watching at that moment.

You couldn’t face anyone in town after that and you also knew you had to face the council so you ran, not looking back. You were not able to face the consequences of your actions; you were not able to admit to yourself that all of this was your fault. You remembered the only place you had always felt safe: your parents’ old cabin. When you got there, you were welcomed by Dean’s sleeping body right in front of the door.

You frowned, marvelling at your luck that he’d ended up there, then grabbed him inside. He was heavy, not easy for you to carry. You couldn’t use your power, not even the smallest spell, or else the council or anyone else could track you down there. It took you at least a few minutes to put Dean on a chair and tie him up without somehow waking him up. That was when you started to wonder, where was Sam? Where did you send him? Why wasn’t he here? Or maybe it was a good thing, especially after making Dean believe that Sam died in pain and misery.

You were deep in your thoughts when the door slammed open then shut loudly, startling you and waking Dean. An upset and furious Dan stood there, the look in his eyes making you swallow hard. You froze, not able to do or say anything as he suddenly grabbed you by the arms. “You floozy stupid witch! I told you to stay away from MY family!” he yelled. “Lucas is in a coma because of your reckless and foolish actions!”

You had no words. No way to say anything that might calm him down or ease the situation. Your eyes found Dean. He was confused, sad, and upset at the same time. That’s when Dan saw him, his rage got bigger as he pushed you aside and walked toward Dean, he grabbed him by his shirt collar. “You piece of shit, you killed my son’s girlfriend!” He barked at him.

You fell on the floor, groaning in pain as your body hit the floor hard. This brought you back to reality, and helped you regain control of everything that was happening. “Leave him!” you gasped, through your pain.

Dan turned his face to you, the glare he sent you meant for you to shut up before he looked back at Dean. “I’ll take care of him,” you insisted.

Dan glanced back at you. “You will?” he asked skeptically, and let go of Dean as he walked back to you. “You want to get your hands dirty?” He grabbed your face harshly. “You better not disappoint me (Y/N). I will be back in 48 hours if you don’t show up at my house.” He leaned down, his breath wafting over your face. “I’ve got his brother you also need to take care of,” he whispered in your ear.

With that he left the cabin slamming the door. Leaving you more devastated than you wanted to be. However, with Dean around, you couldn’t let him see you weak. You needed to act tough, to pretend.

Dean POV

Even though he just watched Y/N get treated like she was worthless, Dean couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for her. She killed his brother in front of him, and no one gets away with that. All he could do was try to make her see that she was wrong and wait for her to make a mistake he could use.

“You realize the minute he doesn’t need you or want you around, he’ll turn on you. Can’t you see that?” He glared at her.

He could tell his words hit home, but she pretended not to be hurt and laughed it off. “What I see is that he cares about me, differently,” she told him.

Now it was Dean’s turn to let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, sister, you are in so much denial. We both know he doesn’t care about you and would rather let you rot then help y-” Dean gasped, not expecting to receive a punch in the side from her.

“Let me tell you something, Dean. We won’t be flirting, today. I asked you to leave, and what did you do? You broke into my apartment, and now Nathan’s brother is hurt!” she barked, pointing her finger at him.

Dean scoffed. “After what you did to my brother, I wouldn’t go near you. As for your cousin, you did that, sweetheart. That’s not on me or Sam.”

Her act wasn’t fooling Dean at all; he could tell she was scared and worried, that she knew she would have to face the consequences of her actions. He was also watching her when she talked to Dan, and it seemed she was in denial about him, trapped in some kind of mentally abusive relationship.

On the second day of his forced stay at the cabin, he used the time she was out of the cabin to get rid of his ties and he laid in wait until she returned. Dean pinned her against the wall, the hate in his eyes pure rage screaming for revenge. Nothing would stop him. She knew that her time was up, and when she closed her eyes, his temper got the best of him.

“Look at me, bitch!” he barked, placing a knife against her neck. “After what you did to Sam, I am going to take my time with you.”

(Y/N) obeyed and opened her eyes. Inevitably failing to hide the fear in her eyes, she cringed, and a low whimper came out of her mouth.

Dean snorted. “Pretending to be something you’re not will cost you, Little Witch,” he mocked while grabbing her hair.

She grimaced a little. “Just do what you want. I don’t care anymore,” she almost whispered. “But know that I am not a killer. I didn’t kill you and I wouldn’t kill your brother. I just sent him away, the same way I did you,” she confessed.

“Where is he, then!?” he urged her.

“I don’t know,” you said, tears in your eyes. “I tried to look for him but Dan got a hold of him. I…I am sorry.”

Dean observed her, not sure if he should trust her, although he had to admit, she seemed sincere. Their eyes met, and with the evident defeat in her eyes, he tried to figure out his next move.

She scoffed with what seemed like the last bit of sass in her. “What, doubting, now? Tired of hurting me, or do you just want to have fun?” she teased with a weak smile.

His next move surprised the both of them, mostly him, as he threw the knife away and crushed their lips together. Dean didn’t control anything anymore. He knew he had the opportunity to do something, but he couldn’t. He gripped her hair tightly, making her groan against his lips. One by one, each piece of their clothing flew off of their bodies. Dean picked her up, not taking his time for any foreplay as he slammed into her and pressed her back against the wall.

Each of his thrusts made (Y/N) scream his name, so he pressed a hand against her mouth to keep her quiet. The sound of her moans could turn his heart, and would probably made the hate and anger he felt go away. When she reached her climax the first time, they were looking into each other’s eyes. Even though Dean was panting and sweaty, he didn’t stop there, needing more. He wanted to keep going because the rage he felt was coming up again. He turned her around, made her face the wall, and slammed into her harder than he’d ever done before.

He pressed his face on the back of her neck and bit every spot of her skin he could reach. He still didn’t let her moan, placing his hand against her mouth again, because he knew he would enjoy it more than he wanted to admit. He kept going until they both found their end and collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.

A few hours later, Dean was startled awake by Dan screaming. While Y/N was able to get up and throw some clothing on, Dean found that he was once again securely tied, but naked, this time. He didn’t know who had tied him back up, but the situation didn’t please him at all.

“You slut ! Is this how you take care of the issue?!” Dan screamed. “You are nothing but piece of shit!” he added.

“Let me-” she started, but Dan interrupted her once again.

“There is nothing more to say. If you weren’t Deb’s niece, I would have killed you, already! Now, get it together and kill him. And never come back in town or I will kill you myself!” He left, not turning back, not even caring about Dean anymore. Which made Dean wonder what the man had in mind. Why wouldn’t he kill him already? Why make her do the job?

Instead of killing him, though, Y/N just threw him his clothes and allowed him to get dressed before tying him back up again.

The third day they spent together, the change was obvious. Especially after what Dan had said, and (Y/N) stood there with her phone in her hand after a quick call she made. It seemed like she was on the verge of crying, but she pulled herself together when she noticed Dean was watching. She looked harshly at him, then came towards him. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back as she placed a knife against his throat. “I am going to free you, and you need to leave without looking back. Understood?” she growled in his ear.

Dean swallowed hard, this was the wrong time to feel something between his legs, but the sound of her voice turned him on. The knife to his throat helped him regain some kind of control over himself. “Sorry, sister. I will not hesitate to kill you, so you better kill me now.”

“I can’t! I already have too much blood on my hands,” she professed. “You need to leave. If the council’s guard found you, they wouldn’t be nice.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself with those guards,” he said as she stepped back.

Her eyes were worried as she gazed at him. “I am sorry, but you give me no choice.” She leaned forward, kissing him deeply.

The sudden move struck Dean, but somehow, without understanding why, he gave in. He kissed her back the same way, before suddenly, everything went black.

Dean’s eyes shot open, and he quickly sat up but instantly regretted it. A wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him. He held his head with one hand and wrapped an arm around his stomach, trying to keep himself from throwing up. It took him a few minutes before everything was back to normal and he could focus on his surroundings. How the hell did he get here? The question didn’t last long as the last memory of him and (Y/N) kissing floated back in his mind.

“Son of a bitch! (Y/N),” he mumbled as he rubbed his face. If she hadn’t lied about Sam then he had to save her first. She knew the town and Dan very well, so if she was afraid, and she definitely was, he had to save her. He stood up slowly, looking around, and he recognized her room. He shook his head trying not to remember the memory of their first night together.

Dean walked out of the room and made his way in the hallway, but ended up stopping when a redhead girl slightly taller than (Y/N) was coming his way. He saw her surprise, then an annoying grin spread on her face.

“Glad I don’t need to wake you up, Cowboy,” she teased,

Dean frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

She giggled. “Doesn’t matter, Dean. I am here to babysit,“ she replied with a wink.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need a babysitter since my brother turned 14. Now, how about you let me go.” He tried to move past her, but she grabbed his arm, pulling it behind his back, surprising Dean by the strength and speed she had.

“Oh, you need one, Cowboy. (Y/N) doesn’t want you to leave, so sit and maybe think about retirement and other ways to extend your life expectancy.” She pushed his head against the wall and knocked him out.

Two days later: Trial time

(Y/N) Pov

Once Dean was safe, you had decided to just turn yourself in to the council. After being taken by the guards you were kept in a cell in town for two days before they took you to the council. Here you were, standing in a hallway outside the council’s chambers. Ordinarily, you would come here once in a while to give your report. This time, it was different. You needed to explain your recent failure and behavior to them.

Mainly because of Lucas, Dan’s older son, being in a coma, Peyton having died, and some property damage you caused in town, you needed to defend yourself. You tried to hold back tears, as you waited for your fate to happen. It was the only time in 10 years that you’d felt lonely and lost. You needed someone to bring you back this piece of heaven turning into darkness in your head.

Memories flew back into your mind, your heart ached as you remembered the surprise visit from Dan yesterday, the way he was silent, controlling his temper until the guard left both of you alone. The second the guard had left, he was a different man, the man you always thought he wouldn’t be. He pushed you against the wall, grabbing your throat in his hand and squeezing it. He yelled at you about how he warned you that he would kill you himself if you came back. Now that you were the reason HIS son got hurt AND Peyton had died, he wouldn’t think twice.You didn’t remember much, except for the part where you heard someone screaming for him to stop while you fainted.

You were brought back to the present when a door opened, catching your attention, and you stood up as you heard your name. You took a deep breath before walking toward the door reluctantly. As you walked into the room, you noticed how dark the room was, except for a spotlight. This was different from when you came to deliver your monthly report. You knew that on rare occasions this room held trials. This wouldn’t be like a normal trial, though, where a jury would judge you, based on the proof they saw.

This was different; you had to explain yourself in front of the wisest and oldest members of the town. They would ask you questions and make a ruling. They had a very diversified way to give their punishments, from hanging to banishing. If they allowed you to stay, it wasn’t without incurring some physical pain.

Once inside of the spotlight, another one turned on in front of you, too bright to allow you to see anything. You had to put a hand on your face to block the slight pain until you were used to it.

“Miss Morris. You are here in front of your peers because of the following charges,” announced an echoing voice.

You pulled your hand down, and in front of you were the shadows of at least five people. You held your breath as another echoing voice read the list of charges.

“Using magic in a public place, injuring a potential witch, causing the death of a civilian, and jeopardizing the town. We won’t be looking into the obvious guilt of your actions, but we want to understand your motivation and give you a proper punishment.”

With your head bowed and your shoulders hunched, you didn’t face them. Well, you couldn’t see them, but you weren’t able to be brave or cheeky after what happened to Lucas and Peyton. This was the price to pay for letting the Winchesters put their noses where they shouldn’t and having to use magic in public.

“Miss Morris. Explain to us the reason why you attacked Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer,” a female voice ordered.

“I…I didn’t mean to hurt them. Hunters came into town, and I needed to make them leave….” you began.

“You are not allowed to take care of anyone unless one of the council members gives you an order or agrees to it!” a male voice boomed with the reprimand.

How were you going to get out of this? You knew the rules well, and with Lucas in the coma, there was no way in hell Dan would back you up. He might have before, but not now. “I…I know….” you tried to say.

“And yet you still did it. Causing damage in town! Hurting innocent people! You’re putting this town in danger!”

“I…I thought I was doing the right thing,” you blurted out “I was told to–”

“Who told you, Miss Morris. I am fairly certain none of us did!”

You felt trapped now, more than ever, and if you said more, you would need to tell them about your work with Dan Scott. You couldn’t do that! You couldn’t betray your family! After that, you decided to follow what your heart told you and be quiet, which wasn’t to your advantage because the council had already decided your fate. Although they wanted to discuss a proper punishment for you, guards took you back to your cell while tears fell down your cheek.

Dean POV

Images flashed, (Y/N) had Sam pinned against a wall, hurting him like she was enjoying it. Sam screamed Dean’s name, who ran toward him. But he was too late. (Y/N) made him blow up into dust, then she smirked at him. “It’s your turn, now.”

Dean’s eyes shot open; he was sweating and panting in (Y/N)’s bed. This had been his nightmare for the last few days, the image of his brother dying was still lingering in his mind. Dean rubbed his face, then groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. His side was still hurting him. The past two days had been hard. He was trapped in (Y/N)’s apartment without his brother, his car, or his weapons, while he figured out how to get past (Y/N)’s friend, Rachel, and save Sam. He wondered idly how he even got into so much trouble. Not that it was the first time, but this time he wanted to try something he would never have expected to consider. He rubbed his face, before grabbing the whiskey bottle from his nightstand. He drank the last bit of the bottle, before putting it back down. At least he was trapped in an apartment that had alcohol.

He stood up holding his side. The loss of his brother made him need revenge, but the time he passed with (Y/N), those three days were very intense. He still didn’t understand why she sent him to her apartment when she knew the council guards were coming for her. Couldn’t she have gotten some points in her favor by turning him in? Maybe he did get into her mind or her heart? He hoped he made her see what was going on around her.

Walking around the apartment, he discovered that Rachel wasn’t there. Deciding to make a run for it, Dean walked toward the door after grabbing his jacket. He needed to find (Y/N) and to take care of her. When he reached the door, he barely had time to touch the handle before it flew open, Rachel standing on the other side with a sassy smirk on her face.

“What’s the rush, Cowboy? Thought you liked the place?” she taunted, pointing Dean’s Colt at him.

Dean sighed. At least he now knew where one of his guns was. She was supposed to be (Y/N)’s friend. With her around, he felt like (Y/N) had been playing him all along. He stepped back and put his hands up. “So, what’s your plan sweetheart? Are you my bodyguard, now?” he cross-examined.

She had a sardonic smile on her face. “If it weren’t for (Y/N), you would be dead by now.”

Dean glared at her. “Listen, sweetheart, I will go out and kill her, anyway. So, you better let me go, now,” he said harshly to her.

She sneered. “You will be kind of late. The council will handle her. She gave herself in two days ago.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want to hear any of her lies, so he moved fast, grabbed his gun from her hand, and knocked her out with it. He held his side, groaning a bit before getting out of the apartment without looking back.

Nathan POV

Eyes swollen and red, Nathan sat on a chair next to Lucas’s bed. He watched the various pieces of medical equipment that kept his brother alive. Knowing that without all of those devices Lucas wouldn’t be able to survive made his heart shatter in pieces. He rubbed his face, wishing he could have saved him, or at least moved when he saw the fake agents running in the street as if something had chased them. He never expected (Y/N) to act the way she did.

After a glowing light had come out of nowhere, blinding him and everyone on the street, there had been the sound of gunfire. His eyes had burned from the light and he’d rubbed them, wondering what the hell had happened. He had finally been able to see after a few minutes, only to see his brother unconscious. That wasn’t what had caught his attention, though. It had been the blood pouring down next to him. He’d immediately reached forward to see Peyton had had a hole in her chest. Shock had controlled his body as tears had begun to fall down his face. A scream had made him turn his head to see (Y/N) with her fist closed, while the tall agent with long hair had been shrieking in pain.

He hadn’t understood what she was doing, or how she was capable of making someone suffer without even touching them. He’d been too scared and shocked to understand when he saw Dean disappear. When Y/N turned and approached him, his heart had raced and his face had paled, fearing he’d be next.

Nathan swallowed with difficulties while trying to hold back another burst of tears. Nevertheless, Dean’s entrance interrupted his thoughts. Nathan widened his eyes and stood up, not sure what was happening. “How…” Nathan began, but stopped when he saw Dean’s weapon.

“Shut up, kid! Where is your cousin!?” he hissed, pressing his gun against his temple.

Nathan froze, not able to speak. He had no idea what to say, didn’t know where she was, and he didn’t think Dean would believe him if he told him. Dean pinned him against the wall, and the pain in his back as it hit the wall hard brought him out of the trance. “I…I swear I don’t know! I would tell you if I did,” he stammered.

After looking into his eyes, like he was searching for the truth, Dean grabbed him and made him face Lucas. “Look at your brother! Is this how you want to end up, too!?” he fumed.

Nathan shook his head. “N…No, please don’t hurt me. I…I don’t know,” he quavered, thinking Dean would hurt him, too.

“Then help me find her! She needs to be stopped!” Dean demanded.

Nathan widened his eyes and turned to face him. “She didn't… She wouldn’t do that.” He felt he needed to defend (Y/N), even though they never really got along.

“You saw what she did to my brother! What makes you think she didn’t do that to yours?!” Dean growled.

With that, Nathan’s mind raced. A part of him thought of all the possibilities and even tried to find excuses for her actions. But no excuses were good enough to quiet the part of him that knew what she was capable of. Not to mention the fact that everyone knew what she was. He glanced from his brother to Dean for a second, then slumped his shoulders. “Fine. I don’t know where she is, but I know who might,” he replied with tears in his eyes.

Later that day

After talking to his mother while Dean was waiting in his car, Nathan had found some shocking information he would’ve never imagined hearing in his whole life. When he came back in the car, he gave Dean directions to (Y/N)’s possible location, but he barely spoke. It seemed that Dean didn’t bother for a little while, but eventually turned to him, concerned.

“You OK, Kiddo?” he questioned.

Nathan turned his head away from the window in his direction. “Hmm. Yeah, I am,” he sighed. “Please stop calling me kiddo.”

Dean nodded. “Can’t promise I won’t,” he said. “Listen, Nathan. I need to know you are on board with the whole killing (Y/N) thing. I get that it’s not easy for yo…”

Nathan rolled his eyes. “I am on board, Dean. I want her to pay for what she did to Lucas. Trust me, I do,” he informed him.

“But?” Dean queried.

Nathan frowned. “Don’t get me wrong; she is evil. But I just can’t shake off the idea that we could try and save her.” he explained.

Dean sighed heavily. “Ki… Natha…”

“Look, Dean. I get it. She needs to be taken care of, but you said yourself she kept you for two days without even hurting you. She had all the chance to, but here you are, free as a bird. Don’t you think…?”

“Shut up, Kid! There is no chance in hell I would let her go after what she did to Sam! Now, I don’t care what you have in mind, but she will pay for that!” Dean growled as he lost his temper.

With his harsh and dangerous tone, Nathan decided to stay quiet and turned his head back to look out of the window. He didn’t want to say anything else that Dean could misinterpret. At that point, Nathan was sure that what he learned from his mother wouldn’t make Dean change his mind. There he was, torn between saving her or letting Dean have his revenge. Should he listen to his heart or his reason?

(Y/N) Pov

Laying down on the metal bed of your cell, the memory of you and Dean ran in circles in your head. Maybe he was right about Dan, about you, and probably about everything else in this town, but now, it was too late to do anything. Soon, the council would make a decision, and you knew it wouldn’t be pretty for you. Just the mere thought of what they were capable of was giving you chills, and you held your necklace like you always did when you were stressed, nervous, and frustrated.

You couldn’t help but smile as the memory of the night you two spent together creeped in your mind. It was nice, until you woke up a few hours later with an upset Dan yelling at you and you had to make sure Dean was dressed and tied up again. With all those thoughts you didn’t hear the footsteps until they were in front of your cell. You sat up quickly, then stood up as the guard barked orders at you. You couldn’t use your power because of the bracelet you wore on your wrist; it was a cursed bracelet, something that blocked any creature from using any ability or strength they possessed.

The only option for escape that you had was to try to win using hand to hand combat. However, the guards were the best at their position; their training prepared them to act in all circumstances. So, you just followed them towards the trial room, wholly trapped and not able to do anything

“Miss Morris. We, the council, have made a decision concerning your fate,” said the same echoing voice, once you arrived in front of the spotlight.

You held your breath, expecting the worst from them. “We concluded with your past actions that you are a dangerous witch for this town. So we decided t-” the voice stopped for a few seconds. You couldn’t see anything, but you could hear that someone came in to speak to them. “In the light of the unexpected pregnancy, we need to have a few minutes recess.”

You raised an eyebrow, not understanding, but slowly, everything started to sink in. Your hands automatically took place against your belly, and your eyes widened, not believing anything that was happening.

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[thethingwewrite]

War Game (Part 1)

Summary: Your whole world have blown up against your face. You are faced with your destiny. What happened to you? Is this green-eyed man the reason your life is turned upside down?

Request from @ariannnawinchester : Could you make a dean x reader in a one tree hill AU with both smut and fluff?

Word count: 4776 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Nudity, Smut (Not described)

A/N: Hi, guys here is the rewrite of the Making New Changes. There will be 5 different part of this fic or maybe more. I am not sure yet. As you know it a One tree hill AU. Also another witch fic, yeah I know I dig witch, bad ones. I wonder what does it say about me now? :D. Anyways I hope you enjoy this fic and let me know how you feel about it. Thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis and @aingealcethlenn for betaing this fic.

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(Y/N) POV 

You carefully leaned on the bridge ramp from your hometown, Tree Hill, your helmet in your hand. A tear fell down your cheek as you thought about having to leave. Dan Scott, your boss, gave you the chance to go, or you wouldn’t see the sun again.

You watched the sunset, as its last rays partially illuminated the town. You wiped the tears away, recalling all the blissful moments you’d had and the bad ones that put you in this situation. Starting from sleeping with a hunter, to Nathan being in a wheelchair, Lucas in the coma, Brooke injured, Hayley’s miscarriage, and Payton…

You shook your head as you thought of her.

All this was because you didn’t follow Dan’s instruction in the first place. You technically tried; you gave them false directions, fake clues and even locked them away. Only, hunters are way too suspicious, smart, and hard to get rid of. You exasperatedly sighed at yourself for being too pretentious, for thinking you could outsmart them.

When darkness was surrounding you, and the lights of the city turned on one by one, you knew it was time, so you walked to your motorbike. Just as you were about to put your helmet on, you heard his voice calling you. You stopped, closed your eyes for a second, not needing him right now.

“Look, it’s no...” you started, turning to meet with a Colt 45. You pulled your hand up. “You don’t want to do that!”

“Really? Give me one good reason?" he said with his deep voice while unlocking the safety.

Three weeks ago

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” you said to your boss’s secretary as you walked in his office 10 minutes earlier than planned.

This new secretary was a bitch, always questioning your motives here and glaring at you from a distance. You started to miss the old one, Miss Hale. She was a very caring old lady, too lovely for this world, but she could also be manipulative. You smirked at that as you sat down in front of your boss's desk waiting for him. Miss Gile, the new secretary, didn’t like that you’d arrived early and acted like the place was your own. But, you knew well that he never appreciated anyone being late.

He practically owned the town and was a member of the town council. You were his most loyal employee; he could always count on you to do his dirty work. You were the first one he called when he needed someone to clean up a mess. Just then, the door flew open, crashing into the wall with a loud ‘bang!’. Startled, you turned to see Dan Scott walking into the room before he slammed the door shut. The frown on his face made you immediately understand that he’d had a bad day.

You knew that his wife was demanding a divorce again and his sons didn't want to talk to him. On top of that, the council was questioning his recent action during the fiasco that was the new moon celebration. He stared at you with a harsh and scary glare. You swallowed, expecting the worst.

“We have a serious problem. Hunters are in town questioning people about Keith’s death. I don't want that here, right now. I already have enough with the council on my ass about it. Make sure they leave, and quickly, or take care of them,” he ordered.

You nodded, knowing well that he was the reason Keith was dead, and you’d help him cover his tracks. “Alright. Anything else I should do?" you asked, standing up.

Dan frowned deeply. “Not really. Just try to be discreet this time. And if you need help, ask Rachel,” he said, thinking about it. “Probably need to scare James Howard a little. He is running for both mayor and president's council against me this year. You need to be creative with the hunters in town.”

“Alright. Have any idea where the hunters might be right now?" you asked.

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I have time to do your job?"

“Right. Sorry, sir. I will do my best,” you said, walking out of the office.

A moment later you walked into what you called ‘your office,’ but someone else might call it a closet. It was a cramped space, only fitting you and probably one other person, if they were small. Well, at least that’s what a regular person would see. You made sure nobody saw the real size of the room.

It was just like one of those crazy science laboratories from those movies where the scientist always fails to destroy the world. The room had a dim light; the walls were painted black and nothing hung on them. It was a workplace, and you didn’t need anyone to learn about your private life. Not like there were many people who came here, but the few that did come weren’t very worthy of trust. Besides, Dan already knew where you lived.

In the center of the room, there was a creamy marble table with a few oval tubes, each with a different color liquid inside and some connected to each other. There were also three heavy books at the end of the table and what looked like a cauldron in the middle. On the right side of the table was a library full of grimoires and potions. At the end of the room was a traditional desk among all those strange things. You went behind it, opened the top drawer and took out a map.

You pushed the things that were on it aside, barely caring if any of the stuff fell to the floor. You opened the map, then took the black crystal you had around your neck and extended your hand above the map.

“Dimitte ergo me, inveniet eos,” you repeated three times (let me find them).

The necklace started to spin around slowly before going faster; you had to hold it firmly in precaution. When it was time, you let it land on a little part of the map, making you smirk.

Dean POV

The second Dean Winchester crossed the bridge to enter Tree Hill, he knew something was off by the vibes the town was giving him. He repeated it to Sam a few times as they arrived at the only motel in the city, called Hill Motel. Dean stopped complaining about it when Sam insisted that there were too many disappearances in the town to leave it like that.

The worst part was when the Impala broke down right after their visit to the police station.  After checking his car for few minutes, he eventually let Sam call a garage. The tow truck came only after 30 minutes, and Dean was beyond pissed. He almost threatened the kid, that if his Baby was more hurt than it should be, then he would have to hide on another planet. But the teenager, only around 17, didn't seem to be very impressed by Dean’s temper and Sam had to calm Dean down a bit. Sam knew his brother would never let anyone touch his Baby and, thanks to him, no one would.

Somehow, probably with his puppy dog eyes, he made sure that Dean would be able to fix the Impala himself. It would cost a little more than expected and it would require them to stay longer than needed in town, but Dean didn’t care. No one else would touch his car. Then, as soon as he fixed Baby, they would be able to leave the city.

They were about to leave the garage when Dean realized that the kid had the same last name as the previous victim, Keith Scott. His name was Nathan Scott, and he had short black hair and blue eyes. He was the same size as Dean and shared a slight resemblance with the victim.

“Sam. I’m staying here,” Dean said as they walked out to the car Nathan rented them.

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. “Why? We still have other interviews to do. Nathan assured you no one would touch her.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “That I know,” he said. “The kid is related to the last victim,” he pointed out.

Sam immediately understood where Dean was going, but he scoffed. “Do you think he will talk to you after the way you treated him earlier? If I wasn't around things would be different.”

Dean just shrugged him off. “Probably, but worth the shot.”

“Right,” Sam said. “Well, I’ll go to the library. Call me if you need a ride,” he said, before climbing into the car.

Dean nodded, and then went back in the garage. “Hey Kid,” he called as he walked in.

Nathan turned to Dean and held a hand to him, motioning that he was on the phone and would handle him once he was done.

Dean waited and watched him. He didn’t look like a fierce person, more like a nice guy who you’d want to be friends with. But his gut told him not to trust anyone in this town. So, better safe than sorry, he would keep his distance and make sure he got the info they needed. A few seconds later, Nathan hung up the phone and looked at him.

“Do you need something?” he asked.

“I figured I would work on the car now,” Dean said.

Nathan narrowed his eyes. “Sir, your partner already told you that no one will tou…”

“I know, I know. But the faster I fix the car, the sooner I am out of this place and can pay you for everything,” Dean interrupted.

He watched Nathan. He could tell the kid was debating inside if he should let him or not. Finally, after a few seconds, or probably minutes, Nathan nodded. “Alright. You will have to stop at 7 p.m. I don't want you to be here after that.”

“Deal,” Dean said with a grin before going to his car and starting to work on it.

After only a few hours of working on the car and trying to talk with Nathan, Dean learned that Keith was his uncle and that he used to own the garage until his dad bought it one or two months before Keith’s death. While he was under his car, he heard someone coming in, but didn’t pay much attention. Nathan’s tone, however, caught his interest, since it suggested that the person wasn't friendly. He didn’t have the opportunity to hear much of the conversation, but did catch the sound of a woman laughing.

The sound made his stomach flip inside him and he stopped in his tracks, looking towards it. From where he was, Dean could hardly see anything, just a pair of heels turning around Nathan for a second, then walking toward the exit. Dean waited at least a minute before sliding away from the car. He stood up and grabbed an old cloth filled with engine oil.

He noticed the concerned look on Nathan’s face as he wiped his hand with the old cloth. “Hey Nathan,” he called. “You ok, kiddo?”

Nathan sighed and raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah. You done with the car?” he asked, changing the subject.

Dean shook his head. “Need a new carburetor,” he said. “Probably will take a few more days.”

Nathan frowned. “I will need to look if we have one for your car model, but I doubt it. This car is very rare,” he said walking toward his desk.

Dean was somewhat impressed with his knowledge for such a young age, but he knew not to be fooled by that. “Are you okay? You seem concerned since your girl visited?”

Nathan shook his head, typing on the computer. “She isn't my girl,” he snapped. “Like I said, there aren't many carburetors for your car around here. We will have to order it online.”

Just like that, Dean knew that Nathan wouldn't feel like talking about anything else private, and that insisting would be a waste of time. Dean didn't want to look suspicious and lose the little trust Nathan had given him. Dean knew he had to take small steps with him, somehow.

Nathan POV

Around 8 pm, once he had closed the garage, Nathan decided to drive to the city hall to give his father a piece of his mind. He’d had enough, enough of seeing her always around each corner and enough of her coming to his house, his school, and his job. And most importantly, he’d had enough of his father only caring about them when something big happened. Instead of coming himself, his father would always send her, (Y/N) Morris, his so-called assistant. In truth, everyone knew what she was and what she was capable of doing.

Nathan was tolerating (Y/N) because she was his cousin from his mother’s side. His mother took her in when she was six years old and took care of her until Nathan was born. Except things changed. He had no idea what happened when he turned five; she was taken to a boarding school until she came back three years ago. Nathan never understood her, and he didn't think he probably ever would.

He climbed out of his car and walked toward the city hall. When he was halfway there, he saw his father coming out of the building talking to someone. Nathan didn’t wait for him to finish his conversation and walked straight to him.

“Dad, you need to stop doing that!” he spat.

Dan raised his eyebrow. He sent his employee away before turning to his son. “Now Nathan, what exactly did I do to bother you.” He smirked.

Nathan frowned. “(Y/N)!” he said. “You sent her again.”

“(Y/N)? I didn't send her or anyone to you,” he said. “Probably a friendly visit. She is family, after all.”

Nathan scoffed. “Right. You must have forgotten about that when you sent her away,” he said and started to leave. “Just tell her to stop coming to visit unless she doesn't work for you anymore.”

As Nathan walked toward his car, he could feel his father stare at him, but he could also feel someone else staring. Before climbing into his vehicle, he quickly looked around, but didn't see anyone. So, he shook the feeling off and jumped into his car. The engine was brought back to life as he turned the key in the ignition, and he quickly drove off, thinking he had won an argument with his father.

Later that night

(Dean POV)

After a long day of fixing his car, he had tried to interview Karen Roe about Keith’s death. She didn’t understand the reason why the FBI would investigate his death and barely wanted to answer his questions. Her son, Lucas, made sure she wouldn't answer any. Dean decided to go for a drink. He wanted Sam to join him, but his brother turned his offer down in order to work on the case more. Dean sometimes felt like Sam worked too much and needed more fun. He smirked at that thought. However, a neon sign saying “Tric” he came across interrupted his thinking.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the sign. Was this town trying to send him a message? Or a threat? He wasn’t sure, and as Sam said earlier, he should stop seeing evil everywhere when there wasn't. He shrugged, parked the car in the parking lot, and hoped he would be able to get inside of the nightclub seeing the long queue to get in. If not, he would head back to the motel. Dean usually went to bars, but the nightclub was close to his motel, and he didn't feel like driving around town in a rented car he didn't like.

He joined the queue and waited at least 15 minutes before he was able to enter the club. He ignored all the glares he had received and sat down in front of the bar.

“Agent, I told you I had nothing to say anymore,” a female voice said through the sound of the music.

Dean looked up at Karen Roe and sighed. “I know, but I am not here to ask questions,” he said. “I just want to drink a few beers and have fun.”

Her brows snapped together. “You realize that now that the school let out, the girls in here are mainly teenagers.”

Dean rubbed his face annoyed. “That’s my luck,” he said, looking at the bar and noticing that she wasn't wrong. He wasn't even sure how to tell the difference between those who were over 21 and those who weren’t.

Karen opened her mouth but was cut short. “Not all of them are teens,” said a feminine voice, sitting next to him.

Dean didn’t notice the weird look Karen was giving her, he only focused on the girl next to him, smirking at her and liking the confidence she had. He also liked the curves he noticed through her outfit.

“Really? Is it? Well, as long as you aren't one of them,” Dean said drinking in his beer.

She giggled, “I turned 23 today.”

“Happy birthday…'

“(Y/N) and you are?”

“Dean,” he said with a grin. “Lovely name you have, (Y/N)” he said. “We should party in a place where there aren't teenagers around.” He glanced around once again.

She stood up. "Well, I think that’s a good idea,” she said. “I know a place where they serve good alcohol and don't have teenagers around.”

Dean pursed his lips and stood up. “I’m game.” He put some money on the counter. He was caught off guard when she took his hand to leave the place, as her touch made his stomach flip again. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he quickly pushed it aside, as long he was away from teenagers.

In the parking lot, Dean gently grabbed her arms to stop her. “Listen, my car isn't the greatest at the moment, it’s a rent…” he started to say.

“You that one? Don’t worry. I have my baby with me.” She winked at him before walking toward her bike.

Dean shook his head. “I don't think so, sweetheart. This car isn't the best, but at least it's safe.”

(Y/N) laughed and Dean frowned recognizing it from earlier in the garage. “What’s wrong, Dean. Afraid of a little bike? Or is it just that you want to be in control of the ride,” she said seductively, grabbing the two sides of his jacket and pulling him closer to her.

Dean’s eyes darkened with lust, his hands automatically found their way on her lower back, and a smirk appeared on his face. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m good with letting my partners take control,” he said with a deep husky voice.

She licked her lips, went to her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “Then let me give you the ride of your life.”

He was nearly panting. “You know just how to talk to me,” he whispered as he was turning his head to kiss her. (Y/N) stepped back and winked at him then walked toward her bike.

Dean watched her as she walked, swinging her hips left to right. He bit his lips and sighed, hoping he wouldn't regret it. He followed her, took the helmet she gave him and sat behind her.

(Y/N) Pov

You parked your bike in front of an old building. It was a huge one that seemed to have 12 floors. You hid a laugh. You had felt Dean’s tension through the whole drive. He was gripping you hard every turn you made, and every time you raced over the limit. You saw that he tried to compose himself like the tough guy he was before you gave him the ride of his life.

Dean’s head turned toward the building and he tightened his lips. “Unless this place hides a smaller building with a bar in it. I doubt we’ll find alcohol inside.”

“Don’t worry, there is plenty of alcohol in this intimate bar, and no teenagers will bother us.” You smiled.

You watched as Dean glanced between the building and you twice. You could tell he had a quick mini-debate inside whether to follow you or not. You decided to interfere a little by extending your hand to him. “Come on Dean. It will be fun,” you said with a smirk. Dean gave in and took your hand before you led him into the building.

Your apartment was on the last floor and lucky you, there was an elevator to reach it. The minute the door closed, a sensual tension filled the room. You’d always had a kink for elevators and couldn’t help but imagine him all over you. You looked at the number and saw that you were only on the third floor.

‘Only nine more floors to go,’ you thought.

You cleared your throat. “Well, this is kinda hot.” You watched him, saw his Adam's apple move, he turned to face you, his face was serious and his eyes shadowed with lust.

“It is?” he asked with a husky voice. “Tell me about it.” He stepped closer to you.

You eyed the number and saw that it was on the fifth floor now. ‘Seven more,’ you thought.

You smirked. “How about we just make it hap…” You couldn’t finish your sentence because he’d pinned you against the wall and his lips were over yours. His hands roamed your body up and down, making you moan against his lips. You gripped his shirt, then pushed him against the other wall. He grinned through the kiss, loving when a woman took over.

You almost ripped his shirt open and smirked before kissing him again. Until you heard the sound of the door opening, you grabbed him by his tie. Dean smirked, he grabbed his jacket that fell down to the floor, his bare chest visible. He liked that you didn’t seem to care about the surroundings. In the doorway, an old lady was shocked to see you almost naked. Dean with his shirt half open while you had your shorts open. You chuckled as Dean blushed and mumbled some excuse as the old lady ran from the elevator.

As you opened your apartment door, Dean had his hand wrapped around you and his lips on your neck, sucking and nibbling it. He used his feet to close the door. You turned to face him, kissing him hard and rough without pulling away. You made your way to your room with him taking off both of your clothes.

You pushed him down on your mattress naked and straddled him, but he stopped. “Hey, I don’t want to ruin the fun, but do you have any condoms?” he asked, smirking.

You smirked in reply. “I am on my pills. Don’t worry,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

“Still, condoms are safer,” he replied as he stopped you, again.

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him. “Fine, but you’re lucky you’re hot,” you said, walking into the bathroom. “Don’t touch anything” you called out.

You walked out with a condom you finally found after an exhausting 15 minutes looking for one. You showed it to Dean like a kid who had won a trophy. “Dean, ready for…” You stopped, seeing the book in his hand. “Well, we’ll need to talk now,” you said.

Dean glared at you. “You think, (Y/N)?” he said and was surprised when you straddled him again, but frowned. “What’s the matter? I like the occult, that’s all,” you said.

“You know, it’s called witchcraft,” he said. “You seem to know more, according to this.”

You rolled your eyes. “You seem to know a lot about it. Let me guess? Good Witch?”

“Hunter,” he simply said. “You know I have to take care of you, now?”

“Yeah, I know.” You winked at him. “Look, I’m not going to hurt anyone, at the moment. I was just curious. I swear,” you said, leaning down to kiss him but he stopped.

“Really? Just curiosity?” he asked, looking into your eyes, not sure if he should believe you or not.

You nodded. “Yeah,” you said, grinding on him. He groaned, and you didn’t give him the chance to answer as you started to ride him, forgetting about the condom.

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