#suddenly dean says you're dead to him and you have no one

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Fast & The Fearful

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean lets his girl drive Baby—cue chaos, near heart attacks, and the undeniable fact that he loves her too much to say no.🚗💕

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"You wanna drive?" Dean asked, twirling the Impala's kets as he strolled towards Baby.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you followed him-until you noticed he wasn't laughing. You stopped dead in your tracks.

"Oh.... wait. You're serious?"

Dean leaned against the car, tilting his head at you. "Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?"

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling a little shy. "Dean… I thought you figured it out by now...I don’t know how to drive."

His mouth parted slightly. He blinked once, twice—processing.

"You what?" He stood up straight, looking genuinely shocked by this information. "You mean… all this time… you never mentioned it?"

You shrugged. "I just thought you knew. I mean, I always let you drive. Figured you’d put two and two together."

Dean scoffed in disbelief. "I thought you just liked being a... what do they call it online-a passenger princess?"

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I mean… yeah. But also, I never learned."

Dean looked personally betrayed. He clutched Baby’s keys tighter. "But… but you're my girl… and she's my Baby... and my girl should be driving my Baby!"

Dean stared at you, his expression shifting from shock to something softer. His thumb brushed his bottom lip as he thought for a second before suddenly grinning. "Alright. I’m teaching you."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, right now?!"

"Yup." He grabbed your hand, gently placing the keys in your palm. "Right now, Sweetheart."

Your heart skipped at the way he looked at you—proud, excited, full of trust. He never let anyone drive Baby. And now, just like that, he was handing her over to you?

"But—"

"No buts," he said, opening the driver's side door for you. "Hop in."

You hesitated before slipping into the seat, your hands resting on the wheel. Dean climbed into the passenger seat, watching you with an encouraging smile.

"Alright, first things first," he started, his voice softer now. "Relax. I’ve got you."

You let out a breath, and his hand found yours, giving it a light squeeze before guiding it back to the wheel.

Dean sensed your nerves and started slow, explaining every little thing—the wheel, the pedals, how to brake, how to turn, how not to kill him in a fiery explosion, the usual.

And then came the moment of truth.

"Okay, sweetheart. Just a little-"

You pressed down.

A little too hard.

Dean jerked forward, his hands slamming against the dashboard with a panicked grunt.

"Oh my god!" You gasped.

Dean let out a shaky laugh, sitting back. "Okay, let's try that again, but with a little less 'launch us into space, okay?"

"Sorry!" You winced in embarrassment.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s alright. First time’s always rough."

Trying again, you lightly pressed down, and Baby rolled forward at a much more reasonable speed. A shy grin spread across your face.

"See? You got this!" Dean encouraged. "Now, go ahead and brake."

You slammed the brake pedal like you were trying to break a world record.

Dean lurched forward again.

"Easy, Tiger!" He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing his neck.

You covered your mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. "Oh my God, I’m so sorry."

Dean looked at you, taking in your nervous smile, and all he could do was shake his head affectionately. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

After a few more tries (and a few more near-heart attacks for Dean), you looked over at him, eyes full of excitement.

Dean hesitated. He was about to say no—he should have said no—but one look at your excited, hopeful eyes and he caved.

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. "...Yeah, alright."

You squealed, immediately shifting into gear.

Dean immediately regretted his life choices.

The moment Baby lurched onto the road, Dean gripped the door handle like his life depended on it.

The car swerved slightly, and he let out a choked noise. "Oookay, just a little—yep, alright—maybe not so fast—"

But you? You were glowing. The wind in your hair, the power of Baby in your hands, the thrill of freedom. Completely unaware of the man beside you silently going through five stages of grief.

"I love this!" you laughed, beaming.

Dean tried to smile but was visibly fighting for his life. "Y-yeah, I can tell!"

At one point, Dean’s life flashed before his eyes. "WATCH OUT—!"

You barely dodged an oncoming car, swerving to the side with a giggle. "Oops!"

Dean placed a hand over his racing heart. "For the love of—‘oops’ is not comforting right now!"

Eventually, miraculously, you pulled up to the bunker in one piece.

Sam stood outside, arms crossed, watching you park (crookedly). "Wow, look at you! How was it?"

You practically bounced out of the car, grinning ear to ear. "Amazing! I wanna drive all the time now!"

Dean got out much slower. His face was pale, his smile painfully forced. "You did great, sweetheart, so proud of you!"

You kissed his cheek and ran inside, still giddy.

The moment the door shut, Dean bent over, hands on his knees, letting out the breath of pure anxiety he'd been holding.

Sam smirked. "So... fun ride?"

Dean stood up, looking traumatized. "I think I had three heart attacks. I defiently lost seven souls and I'm pretty sure I met God."

Sam laughed loudly, slapping Dean’s back. "Gonna tell her she needs more practice?"

Dean sighed, watching the door where you disappeared, a soft smile creeping onto his lips. "...Nope."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Dean shook his head, running a hand down his face. "Did you see her? She was so damn happy. I mean, terrifyingly happy, but still."

Sam smirked. "So next time, you’ll what? Take a sedative?"

Dean scoffed. "Nah. Next time, I’m installing five seat belts on my side. Maybe even a roll cage. And an emergency eject button."

Before Sam could respond, the bunker door flew open and you popped your head out, grinning.

"Hey, Dean?"

Dean straightened, instantly softening. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

You gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. "Can we go driving again tomorrow?"

Dean blinked. Swallowed hard. Sam smirked, awaiting his reponse.

Every rational part of him knew this was a terrible idea for his blood pressure—but looking at you, all giddy and shining with joy, he was a goner.

"...Sure, baby," Dean said with a tight-lipped smile. His voice warm, filled with nothing but affection. "Of course, baby. Whenever you want."

Your entire face lit up. Without thinking, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in the tightest hug.

"God, I love you," you mumbled against his shoulder, still buzzing with excitement.

Dean’s arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you close, his heart flipping at your words. He kissed the side of your head, smiling against your hair.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

You bounced back inside excitedly, the bunker door closing behind you.

Dean immediately turned to Sam. "Find me the strongest anxiety meds on the market."

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[bisaster-energy]

cas voice im not your father belphegor voice yeah sorry about that

[octuscle]

Welcome to Overland!

Overland Park in Kansas. I really had to google it first. Where the hell did my father get the idea that I would really study here? I mean, I have offers from Stanford and Cambridge. I'm not going to Overland Park. Kansas! Sure, it might have been a good fit for my dad. My dad is the prototypical corn-fed athlete. He looks dazzling for his 42 years, still a cross so wide that my two younger brothers and I can hide behind it. His mullet is a bit of a show-off, if you ask me. But he seems to go down well with his customers. His car dealership is the biggest in the state. My two younger brothers both have petrol in their blood. They both want to get their MBAs at Overland Park. But I'm much more interested in law. And Harvard would be my dream for that.

Anyway, my father gave me a car for my 18th birthday. A super impractical Dodge RAM. Doesn't suit me at all. And the car came with a gas voucher and a voucher for a mall around the corner. Well, I hope they'll have a Brooks Brothers store. But I'm quietly guessing that they'll only have cowboy boots and plaid shirts… Okay, not to be ungrateful, I'm making the trip to Overland Park in the monster car. I'll also attend his alma mater's orientation event if I absolutely have to. But I'll sign up over my dead body!

The drive to Kansas wasn't so bad. I admit that the car is really huge and comfortable. But the closer I got to the Midwest, the less comfortable I felt. Guys with arms thicker than my legs asked me about the car at gas stations and rest stops. I have no idea how much horsepower it has… I'm not interested either. But here you're obviously only defined by your car. And most of the muscular rednecks here made no secret of the fact that they didn't begrudge me this car. It got even worse when I parked the car in front of the hotel in Overland Park… The valet service looked almost sympathetic when I got out of the car. Tomorrow I'd better take the bus to the information day at the university.

It's incredible how many people are interested in this pathetic campus. It's pretty full in the auditorium. The dean gives a speech that is as boring as the landscape here. And the faculty members either all look like they're coaches of the football team or gardeners on campus. Hillbillies. All of them! The professors introducing each faculty call on the potential juniors who have signed up on the list for that faculty. I didn't put a cross anywhere. All uninteresting for me. And so the auditorium empties out with each professor dragging a train of high school seniors behind him. And at some point, the auditorium is empty. Only three people are still sitting here. A redhead who spends the whole time reading a book. A skinny guy playing with his cell phone and me. I speak to the skinny guy. "No desire to go to Overland Park either?" "Not on your life. I'm not studying thousands of miles from the nearest decent opera." The redhead interjects, "And pretty much everything else you'd call civilization." We laugh and introduce ourselves. Erik, the redhead (how appropriate, I'm not joking), the skinny one is Brayden and I'm Callan. We start talking. Somehow we all have a similar fate. Either our fathers or our brothers studied here. We all have more artistic than sporting interests. We all want to study either in California or New England. Erik suggests that we go out and sit on campus. The weather is nice. It's a good idea. We're sitting in the sun talking when we suddenly hear a voice.

"Hey squad! Finally found you, fam! I've been straight up grinding and hunting all over this place to link up with my homies!" Towards us comes the epitome of everything I loathe about university. An unkempt muscleman, his greasy mullet tamed with a baseball cap on backwards, in a sweaty tank top. Four bottles of beer in his hand. He hands each of us a bottle and says "Yo, yo, yo, what up fam! The name's Ryder, my professor homie spilled the tea that there are three total bros up in here who ain't about that study life, and guess what? Yours truly got the task of keepin' it real with y'all. Haha, I'm the king of slacking off, ain't nobody got time for studying and whatnot. Let's kick back and chill, my dudes!" Ryder stinks of sweat. Disgusting. But somehow also hypnotizing. He opens his bottle and says "Cheers". As if in a trance, we open our bottles and say "cheers".

"Yo, fam, check it out, I'm gonna give you a lit tour of the campus, but not that lame-o typical stuff. Like, forget about the snooze-fest library or whatever. Bro, regular dudes walk in there and walk out looking like they just stepped out of a nerd convention with their thick glasses and wack sweaters. Let's bounce and hit up the real vibes, ya feel me?" Ryder almost chokes with laughter at his own joke, which Erik counters with a fist bump. What the…? "Yo, peep that cafeteria comin' up! It's legit crucial for gettin' in that dank protein intake, ya feel me? And bro, protein is like, the holy grail of gainz. That's the fuel for them epic protein farts, man! Rock on, get that fuel, unleash the beast!" As if on cue, he lets out a fart. Shit, that stinks. Erik laughs. And farts too. Shit, didn't he actually want to study piano? At the conservatory in Boston? Strange behavior for a pianist….

Ryder tells us to wait a minute. He runs into the cafeteria and comes back with four fresh cold bottles of beer. Shit, yes, the beer tastes good. I take a deep swig. And…. BUUUUURP! Ryder and Erik are laughing uproariously. Brayden looks irritated. And I reply ""Yo, it's gonna be, like, forever until those protein farts are unleashed. So, a real dude just gotta let out a mega burp, bro!" Erik and Ryder give me a high five. And Ryder says that he's about to lead us to the source of all protein farts.

You can smell the gym changing rooms before you see them. Erik and I take a deep breath. Brayden holds the sleeve of his jacket in front of his nose. "Yo, bro, it looks like we're getting closer to your second home, huh, Ryder? Watch out for the vibes!" says Erik. Ryder does a double bicep pose and says that Erik can fucking take it. Poor Brayden is standing right next to Ryder. His nose is basically right in the sweaty bush in Ryder's armpit. "Dang, I forgot my gear for the gym! I'm totally itching to pump some iron, man." comes out of his mouth. "Dude, no worries, at our next stop we'll totally score something way cooler for you to rock." says Ryder. "Yo, dude, spit it again - what's your name, pumpin' pal?" Braydon copies Ryder's double bicep pose. I didn't think he had muscles like that. "Yo, my dudes, I'm Beau, like, duh, isn't it obvious? I mean, come on, who else could it be, right? Beau in the hizzouse, representin' like a boss!" The two of them do a chest bump. Erik and I actually look at each other a little enviously. I mean, everyone wants to be best mates with Ryder, the hottest guy on campus.

"Yo, dudes, head to the most lit spot on the whole campus. And watch out! If you think it already smells like sweat and musk, you haven't seen anything yet!" We walk across the student parking lot towards the football field. Past my baby. Ryder raises his eyebrows appreciatively and says that you rarely see cars this cool here. I pose proudly: "Geez, check out this 410 horsepower beast with eight cylinders and 581 Newton meters of torque! My 6.7-liter monster needs that kind of power too. Rocking full leather interior, a massive 12-inch touchscreen infotainment system, and a killer 750-watt sound system with 17 Harman Kardon speakers. Damn, could never roll in a hybrid after this!" Ryder gives me a chest bump too. Shit, I'm in the club!

Erik thaws out when we're finally in the changing rooms of the football stadium. He takes a deep breath. "Yo, peeps! You feelin' me on this? This smell is like pure home vibes, amirite?" he says. Ryder points to the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. "Yo, dudes, wanna toss some balls around? Let's get our sporty vibes on and slay the game with our rad skills! Let's flex our muscles and show off our mad throwing game. Let's get that adrenaline pumping and have a blast on the field. It's gonna be lit, so don't miss out, fam! Let's do this!" He really doesn't have to say that twice. In no time at all, we're undressed and rummaging naked through our clothes for something to pass. Erik deliberately lets his cock swing for a very long time before putting it into an XXL urine and cum yellow jockstrap. Dude, that boy would make horses jealous! And he can impress Ryder. Out onto the pitch and with a well-directed throw he chases the ball the length of the pitch through the goal. Four-chest bump! Shit, we all can't wait to play for the college team!

"Yo homies, any more burning questions for your boy? The sickest crew on campus is definitely mine - Alpha Phi Alpha, baby! Don't stress, you guys are total Alpha bros, so of course you'll get in. If you're down, we're throwing a lit party at the frat house tonight. Crash on the couch if you want, solo, duo, trio… whatever floats your boat. Just remember, never make eye contact, that's like, no homo!" Beau asks where he can get a cold beer now. Rick has a mega boner. And I can't wait to suck him off right away. Unless Ryder beats me to it. Shit, I'm so proud to be a business major at the University of Kansas on the Overland campus. My dad will be even prouder.

"Yo, so you wanna join the sickest crew of all the raddest universities in the damn USA?" I love the information days on campus. Lots of hot fresh meat. And the premium meat belongs to Alpha Phi Alpha, just like us! "Yo, peep this dude with the sickest Mullet ever, that's my bro Beau. And check out the fiery buff dude over there, that's Rick, the top quarterback of the football squad for real. I'm Cletus, and we 'bout to show y'all the raddest spots on campus. But first, in honor of the hottest dude to ever grace this campus, let's crack open a cold one." We take a big sip. And burp "Ryder" loudly!

[rustys-lodge]

Requested by anon : Hey could I request a spn fic? With Dean and Sam and a little sister reader, and it’s during one of their big fights (like one where they ended up parting ways for a while, like when they fight about John in season 1, or about how to kill Lilith later in the show, or whichever one you want), and they have to make her pick who she goes with? And she’s like super upset cuz she doesn’t want to pick between them.

Warnings : just angst

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After a lot of ear-deafening yelling, Dean and Sam decided to split ways. One could not stand the other anymore. But who could both of them stand ? You.

So there you were, in the dead of night, ONCE again, in the middle of a family breakup.

"Come on, baby. You know i'll--i'll take better care of you." Sam took a pleading step towards you, to which you responded with a step back.

You couldn't do this anymore. Each one of them using their "kindness" towards as leverage.

"I won't come home drunk to you, every night." He shot a deadly look to Dean. Ouch.

Overwehlmed. And devastated. You huffed.

Your brothers are fighting, again. And they're both trying to get you to come with them. You'd be flattered, but they're fighting over you. And it's getting somehow claustrophobic. And you're close to fuming.

"You know that i won't leave you...Come with me." Sam sounded more convincing than Dean, who...hasn't said a word in a while. That is until Sam spoke again, causing a scoff to break Dean's silence.

"You won't leave her, you mean like the first time...Oh wait ! the second too. And the th-"

"I'm here you ffuckers." A sudden shout erupted from your throat and your eyes furiously dart from one boy to the other.

"He-"

"Oh shut up, Dean. Now's not the time to play big brother, alright ?" You grimace and Dean drops his eyes to the floor, nodding to himself.

And before it fully quieted down, Dean spoke.

"You know what, kid ?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden change in your brother's voice. Not that he yelled or anything. But a sudden seriousness laced his voice. A sudden acknowledgement of the situation, if you may say.

He sounded done.

"I got it ! We're both fuckups and you're not sure which fuckup to choose." Dean lifted his head slightly, heading for his pre-prepared bag. He "You want to go with me ? fine. You want him ? Fine as well. You want to go alone ? Might as well do that." He raised his chin in disappointment.

"I'll be at the bar, and if you're not there in an hour. I'm gone, Y/n." Dean looked you straight in the eyes. "Gone." Before marching towards the door, not one single peek back.

You staggered back until you plumped on the bed, bouncing on the latter as your back hit the covers.

you took a deep breath in, because there you were, suddenly drowning in a sea of thoughts. Because who would you choose ??

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Short and angsty because we love short and angsty ! Who would you choose ? ❤️❤️❤️⚘️⚘️⚘️

[castiwls]

january 24th - s.w

Pairing; Sam & daughter (oc) kinda

Synopsis; January 24th is a quiet day in the Winchester house

Warnings; angst

Notes; Ok so. I meant to post this a few days back and forgot lmao but basically long story short I was lying in my bed when this idea hit me. It probs makes no sense but it's set post-final. I also listened to Marjorie while I wrote this so take from that what you will.

Masterlist

What died didn't stay dead What died didn't stay dead You're alive, you're alive in my head

The house was quiet. He rolled over and saw the clock flashing 10:15 am. She must have taken the kids to school before going to work he assumed as he closed his eyes again.

Sam loathed this day. Every year it would reach a new year and instead of being happy to bring the new year in it felt like a great weight on his chest. January 24th was the worst day of the year for Sam Winchester.

He lay in bed simply staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t surprised that no one had woken him up. It was common knowledge to anyone around him that he did not function on this day. It was almost like he regressed back to the person he was 20 years ago in that barn.

And damn had it really been 20 years. That realisation only made it hurt more. 2 full decades with his brother.

2 full decades of his life Dean had missed. 

He felt angry. Angry that just when life was looking good for once one last curve ball was thrown and suddenly Sam was doing this alone. He was angry for the life that his brother never got to live. Angry that he never got to meet his niece and nephew. Angry that he never got his own family.

He lay there stewing in his own guilt, anger, and grief before the sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention. 

Sam turned his head to see a figure peeking out from behind the door. He felt a small smile grace his lips. “Shouldn’t you be at school?” He winced slightly at how raspy his voice sounded.

The door slowly opened more and in stepped his youngest Hailey. She was only 14 (recently 14) yet every day more and more she reminded him of his brother. Her own brother Dean didn’t resemble his uncle much and in a way Sam was grateful. Sometimes around this time of year saying his name could be too much, he didn’t know what he would do if his son also shared his brother's looks.

“Told mum I was sick. Didn’t wanna leave you alone.” She said quietly as she walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. Sam sat up and sent her a weak smile. He simply watched her for a moment. She didn’t look much like either of her parents. She didn’t have Sam’s brown eyes or her mother's nose and hair. No Hailey Winchester had Dean green eyes, she’d had his blonde hair which had naturally darkened to a light brown as she had aged. She had his nose and most hauntingly his smile.

Sam tried to push the comparisons away. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He lifted the cover beckoning her to get into the bed. She grinned and accepted his invitation.

Sam felt his heartbeat pick up at her grin. Yet again all he saw was his brother.

Hailey moved closer to her dad allowing him to wrap an arm around her. “I would ask if you're ok but it seems like a stupid question.” She joked trying to soften his mood.

Sam chuckled before nodding. He pressed a kiss to her head before sitting back. Hailey was quiet for a long moment but Sam could tell she was thinking about something.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“Do you think he would have liked me? And Dean?” 

Sam stiffened slightly at her question. He thought for a moment before smiling. “He would have adored you both. Would have spoiled you both too.” Sam smiled softly.

She smiled up at him with that damn smile. She settled back down into his embrace. “I wish I could have met him.” She said quietly.

Sam looked down at her and ran a hand through her hair. He wanted nothing more than for Dean to meet his children. Hell, when he’d first found out he was gonna be a dad the first thing he had done was go to call his brother. Then he remembered and put the phone down with a heavy heart.

He was quiet for a moment. He’d never really told Hailey much about her uncle. Sure he’d told Dean but he was older and he didn’t wanna freak Hailey out. Taking a deep breath Sam turned to his daughter. “I never told you about what happened when I left Stanford did it?”

He knew he would have to tell her the truth sooner or later. Tell her about the life he had lived before she’d been born. He glanced over to the clock. They had a good few hours before anyone would be home.

I know better But I still feel you all around I know better But you're still around

[angelsberrymilk]

AU where Sam and Dean find out they have an 11 month old half brother a year after John Winchester's death. And worst of all, his mum is just about 20.

I need the angst, the anger and the fucked up situation of it all.

When they first meet the girl, she's a waitress at a shitty dinner in a random town, serving Dean his greasy burger and Sam his salad. She looks so terribly young and exhausted despite the polite customer service smile and laughs she lets out.

She's pretty and Dean throws one of his charming grins her way and flirts with her, watching her trying to keep it professional and scribble aggressively their orders in her little notepad. Sam kicks him under the table, feeling bad for the girl. And then she leaves, but without Dean's eyes following her until she disappears to the back.

Then her manager gets brutally mauled in the diner by the monster of the week after closing hours and Dean and Sam investigate the scene. They spend a night after the other following each of her co-workers back to their homes, watching over them and for the beast to strike. Nothing happened, not a single peep from the monster. And so the next night was her turn to be stalked by the brothers in the dead of night, parked not far away from the filthy and run-down apparently she calls home.

They wait, and wait, taking turns walking around the building in case anything pops up. Until a screams makes them run up the stairs with weapons in hand, breaking the door without a second thought. Bullets fly and sobs gets louder and louder from the poor waitress, curled on the floor against the wall. When the thing's dead and it's all over, Dean tries to get her to stop crying, until he realises it wasn't her sobbing but a little baby boy clutched to her chest and he gets hit with hauntingly familiar eyes and dark hair.

Sam helps the girl up when Dean is all but frozen, still dripping with sweat and hair stuck in every direction and smelling of the impala and shitty coffee.

The girl shushes her babyboy, trying to stop her body from trembling and trying to rip her eyes away from the disgusting sight in the middle of her flat, blood soaking most of the wooden floorboard at their feet.

It takes them a while to all calm down, sitting in the other side of the flat, on her bed with her babyboy still in her arms. Her eyes look foogy, they have that far away look in them, her hair sticking in all directions and her thin t-shirt falling of one shoulder, blood drops drying on her barefeet from the chaos.

"Who are you? You're not FBI.." She whispers, looking up at Sam and Dean with a sad and scared face, a face that only begs to be hugged and protected from all dangers of the world.

"We're hunters, we help get rid of-- monsters." Sam explains, trying and failing to give her a reassuring smile, unable to look at her in the eyes for too long.

"How old are you?" Dean suddenly asks and she feels scared, his tone empty of any comfort.

Sam doesn't say anything but looks at Dean, frustration, anger and fear swimming behind his tired eyes.

"Why?" She asks, eyes flitting between the two in fear.

"Answer the question." Dean repeats.

"Dean," Sam says, unsure what he's even trying to do. He wants to know too, this couldn't be a coincidence at all, the little boy looks a lot like their father and them for that matter.

"I'm," She clears her throat, "I'm 20."

"Fuck," Dean says and all but collapses on her bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees, Gun still in hand while his hands covered his face.

"What?" She says, eyes wide. "What does that have to do with anything?" She quickly asks, defensive and scared at the same time, looking at Sam, eyes begging for answers.

"Who's his dad?.." Sam asks and gulps, watching her while Dean has a breakdown next to her on the bed.

"Uhm... It was a one night stand and I didn't bother looking for his dad-- But I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question." Sam cuts her off, making her flinch. He grimaces at her reaction and adds a, "Please..." Just for good measure.

She looks down at her babyboy sleeping against her chest, and back up at Sam, "He said his name was John."

And Sam throws up right then and there.

[sweetvamp03]

Where you really belong

Word count: 2881

Sam Winchester x Female reader-no smut-light violence-fluff

Summary: You and Sam haven't seen eachother in months, when suddenly the Winchester boys show up unexpectedly. You miss eachother but don't know if you can work out your issues.

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Unlocking your front door, you waved at the car still on the road, waiting for you to get inside. You stepped in, flicking the light on and throwing your jacket and purse on the entry bench. You made your way to the kitchen to scavenge for something to snack on. Your boyfriend Oliver had taken you out to dinner at some fancy restaurant where the portions were almost as insane as the the food they offered. You politely ate what you ordered and prayed that he wouldn't want to come in so you could pig out. You were surprised to see the overhead light on, as you were usually pretty anal about the electricity bill. Turning the corner you were greeted by two rather large men, sitting at your dining table. Eyes glancing from one to the other, you blurted out, "Dean, Sam, what are you doing here?". The tension between you and Sam was thick in the air, Dean was well aware of it. Trying to focus mainly on the shorter one, you tilted your head, silently repeating your first question.

"Just saying hi, checking up on our favourite girl" Dean finally responded with a smile on his face, that was slowly fading when he looked at sam, obviously very uncomfortable.

"Oh well it's good to see you! Both of you." You meant it, your heart hadn't stopped racing since you saw Sam standing there, it took everything in you not to wrap him in a tight hug.

"You were out late! Not tracking any vamps are you?"

"No not in months dean. I was just out at dinner- with a friend." your eyes quickly darted to Sam and back, trying to gauge his reaction.

Raising his eyebrows and grinning ear to ear he exclamed, "Oh is she coming in? I love to meet any friends of yours."

Rolling your eyes you rebuttled "Yeah no. As much as I'd love for you to sleep with more of my friends, they had to get home."

Heading to the fridge you offered the boys some drinks, only one of them accepted. You had some beers left over from a party you had a few weeks ago, you knew if you were going to get through this you were going to have to be inhebreated.

"Okay so what's the real reason you guys are here?"

"Oh y'know, a demon threatened sammy here, if he didn't help him, he'd kill you. Don't freak out though, you're not dead so that's a good sign."

Taking a large swig out of your bottle you swallowed and let out a sigh. "Oh great."

Just then your phone started to ring, you fished it out of your dress pocket and glanced at the screen. Oliver. Of course. You knew that if you didn't answer he would just call back or worse, come check on you.

Picking up the call, you glided out of the room so your conversation hopefully wasn't overheard. "Hey Oli"

"Hey babe, just making sure you're okay, I'm sorry again that I couldn't stay over, apparently my boss thinks holding meetings at 5am is a fun way to boost our spirits."

"Heh yeah, it's all good, I have some stuff I need to do tonight anyway."

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow though right? at Alexanders?"

Alexanders was your guys' go to restaurant, he took you there on your first date. "Yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you baby" your heart ached, not because it was happy but because that wasn't the person you wanted to be telling you that.

"Love you too, babe." you choked out.

You hung up and hurried back into the kitchen, where you saw both boys silently looking in your direction. Apparently the walls in this little house were thinner than you had thought. Your lips parted, letting out an almost inaudible sigh, looking apologetically towards Sam. Your head started stiring, trying to rember what you had said, to understand just how bad it actually was. The words "Love you babe" echoed through your thoughts. Understandably Sam started out of the room, looking more upset than mad. Your eyes followed him out, then went right back to Dean, he probably hated you for hurting his brother like that.

"Dean I'm so sorry, I-"

"I know, don't mind Sammy he's just been a drama queen these last couple of months. We arn't here because of him, just to make sure you're okay."

Part of you felt dissapointed, but understood. "Well, thanks."

Sam rushed back into the room, with a burning question. "Hey uh do your neighbors usually stare out their blinds into your living room?"

"Uh not that i've noticed." you rushed to the window near the front door to take a peek.

"Yeah didn't think so" Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the blinds. "Where do you keep your guns?"

"Under my bed" you replied.

"Show me."

You lead Sam into your bedroom, getting on all fours and reaching under your bedframe, and pulling out a few different cases. You sit up while opening the cases, you look back at Sam, it was so quiet as if he had left. You noticed his eyes trailing over the photo on your nightstand of you and Oliver. You turned back pretending to not have noticed. You kept the photo there because you thought you should, if you saw him every night when you fell asleep and every morning when you woke up, maybe your feeling would start to feel real. All of your friends have told you that he's perfect for you, and you know it too. So you gave it everything you had to try and make it work. Unfortunatley every moment you spent with him, you were thinking of someone else. It was't fair to him, you knew that, but you didn't know what to do at this point. You knew you'd never be over Sam, but you had to move on, trying to fake it til you make it.

You finally decided to fill the silence with something you had to get off your chest. "I don't love him you know." you confided in him, standing up.

"You don't have to lie to me Y/N, I heard you on the phone." Sam tried to let out a sarcastic chuckle, but you could tell how crushed he was.

"Doesn't mean I meant it. I haven't meant it since I said it to you." you lowered your head, embarrased to be oversharing with him like this. You used to tell him everything but things were different now.

"Then why did you leave? Why haven't you talked to me since that night?" he blurted out while grabbing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

"You know why Sam. It just doesn't work, you and me." You felt like you could hear your heart actually crack.

He slid his hand down your arm and intertwined it with yours. Slowly moving his other hand up to your jaw, tracing his thumb along your cheek. You were only inches away from eachother now, finding it hard to steady your breathing. You slowly leaned in to have your lips meet his, and he reciprocated in slow, passionate, loving, kisses. You pulled away abruptly.

"No, Sam. I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I've spent all these months trying to forget you, trying to fake love with someone else so that maybe someday it won't hurt as bad as it does right now. And it has gotten me nowhere. This is only going to set me back further and I'll never be able to move on." you rambled on not knowing what you were going to say next.

"But why do you have to get over me, why can't we be together? I love you Y/N, and you've made it clear you still have feelings for me, so please just tell me what happened to us." he grabbed your hand back, pulling it up to his mouth to plant a light kiss on the back.

A tear started to form in the inner corner of your eye, you couldn't let yourself go like this, not right now while you were under some sort of supernatural attack. "We should get take the guns out to dean." you said while wiping away the tear that was trying to make its way down your face.

Dean was waiting impatiently wondering where the two of you had been. "Guys c'mon, nows not the time to get all touchy feely, if you didn't know before, theres kind of a bunch of demons watching us."

"Yeah sorry the case was jammed and we couldn't open it" you replied, realizing that Dean had noticed the red in your eyes from the almost tears.

"But they haven't done anything? Haven't made a move at all?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Nope. I don't know what kind of orders they got but they don't really seem to be in attack mode."

You didn't really feel like fighting if it wasn't necessary, so you headed to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"I'm not gonna stand around all night waiting for them to pounce, go ahead and get comfortable." you laughed.

Sam sauntered towards the couch as you had moments before, taking a seat on the cushion right next to you. You noticed Dean had just taken a seat in the chair by the window, staying on look out. Your phone lightly pinged in your pocket, you grabbed it out and saw a text from Oliver reading "Goodnight baby, see you tomorrow and sleep well <3". You tried to turn it off as quickly as possible but were unsuccessful. Oliver sent a goodnight text every night, it was very sweet but it annoyed you a little bit.

"Not gonna reply?" Sam inquired.

"I already said goodnight earlier." you barked back at him.

He lowered his voice to a hushed tone so it would be difficult for Dean to hear everything. "Why are you here? With him? You don't love him, if you did truly love him I'd leave it alone. I just want what will make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted, you know that Y/N."

You couldn't talk here, not with Dean so close. You abrubtly stood up and grabbed Sam by the hand dragging him back into the kitchen.

Once you were defintely out of earshot you opened up to him, not wanting to, but needing to.

"Sam, that night, with the Wendigo, you almost died."

"I almost die like once a week, and I actually die quite often too." he let out a pained chuckle.

"You almost died because of me. You wouldn't have if you weren't trying to protect me, I can't be the reason you die Sam, I just can't. If I ever lost you I don't think I could cope. I thought if I left and tried to distance myself that it would be better for the both of us."

"Y/N, I know. I felt that way every time you left the bunker. But what good are we if we stay apart? We are just as hurt and destroyed as we would be if one of us lost eachother. I'll do anything for you, that inlcudes dying. But I know how hard that would hit you, so I try my very best to stay alive. For you. Every morning I get up and I remember I need to make it through the day because you are still out there, and one day you could come back to me."

The tears you tried so hard to battle earlier were coming back, flooding this time. Sam grabbed you up, his arms wrapped around your waist, while yours framed his neck. Burying your head into his shoulder you couldn't hold it in any longer. "I love you Sam" it came out muffled as your mouth was pressed to his red flannel.

"I love you too baby." You could feel tears hitting the top of your head, they were slowly running down his face and your heart pounded with love. Something you hadn't felt in awhile.

A loud creak behind you made you jump, luckily it was just dean. You were still wrapped in Sam's arms and Dean looked relieved. "Hey guys, uh sorry to interrupt what was probably a very heartwarming moment, but I think they are making some sort of move-" He turned to walk back to the front of the house then paused and returned to meet your faces. "But not the kind of move that was about to happen here" he smirked.

As he bolted out of the room you threw a bag of chips that was on the counter beside you, towards him. Something light enough that wouldn't hurt, but that would still get the message across. "Ow" he mumbled.

Sam let out a laugh, he loved it when you stood up for yourself. Looking back into his puppy dog eyes, you silently agreed to let go of eachother and prepare for the fight that was upcoming.

Guns in hand, you waited by the front door, when quickly an old man and woman burst through it, eyes black as coal. You and Sam fired shots, slowing them down a bit, while Dean was hiding behind a cabinet. When opportunity struck, he lept out and stabbed the woman in the chest, quickly removing the knife covered in blood, and driving it into the mans back. There was silence.

"Uh was that it?" you said flatly.

"I have no idea. Those were the only two I saw watching us. Seems weird that they didn't have more on babysitting duty." Dean was looking around waiting for another attack from a different angle. You all waited and waited but nothing came. After 10 minutes, you sat down on the couch, if the demons were going to try and kill you, they better do it soon because you arn't the most patient girl in the world.

"Maybe we just got lucky?" Sam sounded confused at his own explanation.

Just then, the back window was completely shattered and before you knew it, the demon was inside and making his way towards Sam.

"Sam!" You exclaimed as you jumped up. Horror in your eyes. You looked over to Dean who was knocked unconcious from the blow.

You grabbed the demon knife out of Deans limp hand and stuck it in the bloody demon faster than anything you've ever done before. He fell to the ground and you stepped over him to make your way towards the long haired man you loved so dearly. "Baby are you alright?" you whispered to him.

"Yeah don't worry sweetheart I'm okay, are you okay?" he was looking you over.

"I'm fine, see this is why I left." you both let out a little laugh as he kissed your forehead.

Just then Dean gained conciousness and looked at the two of you, "Alright we did it!" sticking out a thumbs up.

Both you and Sam rolled your eyes once again and went back to looking at eachother. You knew you weren't staying here any longer, so you tried to remember where you stashed your suitcase. The two of you let Dean take care of the bodies while you packed up your sad little life here in Sioux Falls. All you really needed was Sam; and maybe your clothes. You left everything else behind. Except a little box you kept on the top shelf of your closet. Inside, pictures and memories from you and Sam, even though you tried to move on, you couldn't just forget him completly, you had to keep some things. He came up behind you to take a peek inside to see what you had in there, his eyes softened as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in your scent, something he truly missed. He would never admit it, but he had one of his sweaters that you used to wear around the bunker, he hadn't washed it since you left because he didn't want to forget how you smelled.

"What am I going to tell Oliver?" you took a deep breath, feeling horrible that you were doing this to him. But not so horrible since Sam's thick arms were holding you tight.

"Just tell him, it's not you, it's me"

You laughed, "Oh yeah that's clever, nobody has ever used that one before."

"Just tell him you're going back to where you really belong."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

The engine of the impala sounded as Dean pulled into the driveway, "I'll take your bags out, I'll give you a moment" Sam offered.

"No thanks, I don't need any more moments here. I want to spend all my moments where I really belong from now on." You smiled up at him.

He took your hand, and you each grabbed a bag, heading out the door without looking back. You knew that your life was just getting started now, it felt stalled before, but this is where you were truly meant to be. With the WInchester brothers, saving people, hunting things. And most importantly, being with the only man you ever truly loved.

[yinora-evergreen]

HIII BABES i saw u write for spn so here's a req if ur willing !!

can i have a sam x genderfluid reader (or nonbinary is fine !) where reader saves sam from a monster attack and ends up tagging along w him and dean, during which sam kind of follows them around and admires them a lot ??

thanksss xx and hope ur enjoying the show

a/n: SURE THING BABE!! im actually so excited because this is my very first supernatural request, so thats really cool! i love the username btw, and the banner thing on your profile, really mixing my hyperfixations there! (dead boy detectives + supernatural) if you want another part, or another prompt whatsoever just request!

pairing: Sam Winchester x genderfluid!hunter!reader, platonic!Dean Winchester x reader, set with season 2 in mind (Dean doesn't have a deal yet)

note: i am not personally genderfluid, so im sorry if there are any inaccuracies, i tried my best with the knowledge i have. reader rides a purple motorcycle, Dean and reader are little shits to eachother but we love it here. reader is a badass because i said so. reader knows about Dean and Sam because of Bobby. reader is mentioned to wear eyeliner once. reader likes metallica (same)

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it started with a simple case, it was a quick vamp nest, in and out.

what they hadn't thought of, was the fact that maybe, maybe, the kind woman who was hitting on both of them at the bar at an ungodly hour might've been a vamp too, and perhaps wanted to get rid of them, keep them away from her oh-so-lovely nest.

so here they are, tied up, gagged with a cloth, vamps practically circling them.

Sam could count 4 in sight, and atleast three taking naps a few feet away.

while Sam racks his mind for a solution, Dean can't help but shoot a wink to the vampire who hit on them at the bar a few hours ago, trying to act as chill as he can.

suddenly, all four of the circling vampires look up at the sound of a motercycle, and before they know it one comes crashing through the wooden wall, a guy with a helmet, you, being on top of it.

you jump off the motorcycle, letting it crash right into two vampires and lodging them against the opposite wall while you take out your machete, slashing at the other two, cutting their heads off with great skill.

next, the three napping vampires wake up, and immediately fling themselves at you.

you avoid them, dodging as if its a walk in the park, and cut off their head too.

for a second, you forget about the last two vamps, who are now free from your motorcycle, and charging at you.

one of them manages to knick your arm, leaving a small cut, and the other just completely misses, her leg having been crushed from the crash.

you handle them both pretty well, slashing at them and effectively killing them.

you take off your helmet, letting out a relieved sigh.

"damn, it better not be broken too bad" you mumble as you walk over and set your motorcycle upright again.

you hear muffled... something, coming from one of the guys tied to the pole, and see them both looking at you.

"oh, right, people" you mumble, taking a few long strides to get to them, first removing the cloth from their mouth and then the rope from their hands.

"you two good?" you ask, helping them up.

"how the fuck did you do that?" the shorter one asks, running a hand through his short hair.

"lets see, training, training, practice, did i mention training?" you say sarcastically, earning a chuckle from the tall one.

"hey, that was pretty cool, im taking it you're a hunter? we are too, im Sam and this is my brother Dean" he says with a smile, it reminds you of a golden retriever.

"wait, your last name doesn't happen to be Winchester, right?" you reply with a small smile of your own.

"its nice to meet you, i'm [name], i heard of you two from Bobby"

"well, your motorcycle seems pretty fucked, one of its tires is going empty and there's a piece hanging loose" Dean comments, dusting off his hands.

"oh for fuck's sake, i just got it fixed!" you groan in annoyance.

"oh, you can tag along with us if you want, we got a motel nearby" Sam offers sweetly, earning an elbow in the ribs from Dean.

"thanks, but i'm good, i got a motel room nearby too, infact, it wouldn't surprise me if we got the same one. Sunshine's Seashell Motel?" Sam looks surprised, Dean just looks annoyed.

"right, great, we'll see you tomorrow, maybe" Dean comments, before grabbing Sam's arm and practically dragging him away.

you smile to yourself, shaking your head before walking out aswell, going back to the motel.

the next morning, you put on a tanktop and some comfy jeans, matched with a flannel. you walk out, hair loose and some eyeliner on.

you walk out front to bring back your key, a duffelbag over your shoulder. you thank the worker behind the desk, and hear mumbling behind you.

you turn to the sound, and see Sam and Dean standing there, Dean making a face while Sam seems to talk wide eyed.

"im telling you Dean, that's the guy who saved our asses last night!"

"bullshit! thats just some girl in a flannel who looks like him, im sure of it!"

you smile, and decide to walk over to them. "hey boys! rested up from the whole thing yesterday?" you can't help but grin at Dean's flabbergasted face.

"im sorry, but i could swear you were a guy last night" Dean says, looking very confused.

"i was" you say cassually, walking along with them as they exit the motel and walk to their car, which you can't help but admire.

"what?" Dean looks even more confused, and Sam speaks up.

"genderfluid, Dean, she's genderfluid" Sam looks almost interested in you, but you shrug it off for admiration or something.

"atleast, i think thats it, right?" you nod, coming to a stop as Dean just shakes his head in disbelief and gets into the drivers seat, dumping his bag in the back, and Sam is about to go into the passengers seat before he looks at you.

"you wanna come with us? we're going to Bobby's, and im guessing your motorcycle isnt in a driving state." he smiles kindly at you, and you can swear he checks you out with his eyes before you shake it off.

"yeah, that'd be great, actually, thanks" you get in the back of the car, a grumbled scoff coming from Dean.

the moment he turns on the car, metallica 'sad but true' comes blasting throught the speakers, and you bob your head along the beat.

"ah, i see you actually have style! you know what, you can drive with us whenever you want" Dean says with a shit eating grin, earning and eyeroll from Sam.

"right, so she likes your music, and suddenly its all fine?" he scoffs and looks out of the window.

you can't stop the fluttering feeling in your chest.

maybe, for once, hunting can bring you something good, something better than just saving people.

maybe it can bring you your best ally you'll ever gain.

maybe it'll grant you a lover.

little do you know, that Sam is looking at you through the mirror, admiration apparent in his gaze, and he looks away again. he looks at Dean, who gives him a knowing look.

his brother is down bad already.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

future friends 1/2

james 'logan' howlett

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part two

shes not edited so sorry in advance lol

im mad i cant write whump for this man so have some angst instead. because if we cant help heal outside wounds maybe we can help heal inside wounds

song: i lie to me by as it is

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i sat across from rogue as we ate our lunch, quietly munching to myself. neither of us had spoken yet but she knew i always needed a minute when getting together with someone. it was the nature of my powers. i could see everyone's past just from being near them and though hers wasnt as hard to watch as some others she understood it was exhausting. she made that mistake once, touching me to experience it for just a moment. she ended up crying hysterically and i felt so bad because i couldnt even hug her to console her.

"Hey have you gotten a chance to talk to Logan yet?"

I raised a brow as I looked over at her, her pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You know the professor told me not to."

She nodded a few times, popping a grape into her mouth.

"And why are we still listening?"

She questioned and I laughed, wiping my mouth on my napkin.

"He said that I need to keep my distance until he finds his place here. You know we aren't supposed to use our powers on each other."

She looked at me with a stupid look on her face.

"Is it really using your power on him if you can't help it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've already read him. Every time he gets close actually. Every class I have with him. His life flashes before my eyes and I have to pretend I don't know everything about him."

She frowned and ate another grape.

"Logan deserves to know about his past. And you're the only one that can give that to him now that jean and the professor are dead."

I sighed and looked down at my half eaten sandwich. all i would have to do is touch him, then i could show him too.

"I guess I'll talk to storm about it. See if she has anything to say. She's the dean now after all."

she sent me another disapproving look before bobby came in and sat with us. i frowned, reading him quickly, before going back to my sandwich.

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I knocked slowly on her office door, the wood creaking slowly. I could hear storm talking quietly to someone and suddenly my mind was flooded with his life again. His childhood, scraping his knee falling off his bike and it healing slowly. He freaked out but got up and kept riding. He never told his parents. Then his wife came into view, their wedding, her death. Then came him volunteering for strikers project. I could feel the ache in my chest as I felt all his pain. The cold rushing through my veins as he streaked butt naked through the Canadian wilderness trying to escape.

"Come in."

Shook me of my thoughts and I pushed the door open, seeing ororo and Logan talking. He was sat against her desk, legs crossed and cigar in his mouth. I panned the room to her standing in front of the TV, remote in hand. I could hear the electricity like she had just turned it off.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise."

I swallowed hard and looked from her to him. He had his brows drawn and I could tell he was trying to place me. Even in the two classes I had with him I was easy to ignore. I kept quiet. Answered questions when prompted. But ultimately stayed out of sight.

"storm I was wondering if I could ask you something but it's a private matter so I might come back."

I tried to suppress her time line, blinking away the hot African sun of her childhood.

"No need. I was just going."

Logan said sternly, pushing himself off the desk.

"We'll talk about this later."

She directed at him and he gave a tight lip smile, closing the door behind him. She looked back at me, placing the TV remote on the end table to her left.

"I have a feeling I know what this is about."

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"I don't want to disobey professor Xavier -"

She held her hand up.

"You can't tell him."

I watched her, defeated as she paced to the desk.

"He deserves to know. Something. Anything. That he was married, he volunteered for experiment x, anything from his childhood."

She shook her head as she sat down.

"You know why that's a bad idea. We've already been over this after the fight at alkali lake."

I sighed and slumped down into the chair across from her.

"His time line is so intense storm. I can ignore most people's but they aren't as long or traumatizing as his. He's two, three, times as old as everyone here. Except myself."

A sad expression fell over her face as she folded her hands on the desk.

"He knows what happened with striker. We need to leave it at that. Until he finds something else out naturally."

I clenched my jaw and stood up.

"I can't keep hiding the truth from him ororo. And eventually he'll realize that I don't age either which will raise questions about my mutation. Then what am I supposed to say?"

She inhaled deeply.

"Y/n you are older than even the professor. You are the one that denied the position to teach-"

"Because I look like any other student!"

I interjected and she looked at me sternly.

"But if you are going to act like a child then you are going to be treated like one."

I scoffed and headed for the door.

"If the position reopens let me know. Teachers seem to be dropping like flies around here."

I pushed the door open harshly, it slamming behind me as I walked out of the office. There was a part of me that understands but I can't believe she is against me on this. He has found his place here. And I can't keep up with this. It's so much harder to keep people's time lines out of my head when they don't know I know.

Like rogue. I told her shortly after I met her. Even though it was after she took the "cure" from the Worthington corporation. She introduced herself in the same span it took me to see her time line. Bobby was there to help explain my powers to her but I haven't had to watch her find her powers since then. Same with him. And everyone else I've talked to on this campus. just small pieces of their childhood or finding their significant other.

but logan wasn't like everyone else. he was complicated. and so was i. but now, also, i was mad. i walked quickly down the hall, passed the dining room and kitchen to the elevator. if i couldnt get his frustrations out of my brain by telling him then i might as well work them out. i hit the down button and tapped my foot as i waited. when the door opened i strode down the hall to the danger-room.

i walked in slowly, the lights turning on and the control panel popping open. i quickly selected a series of test and waited for the room to start changing. i watched as sky scrapers appeared in the distance, small shops coming into view as well. then cars and people. then i saw a plane ahead, watching in shock as it crashed down in front of me. then all these creatures started climbing off of it, pieces of the plan in their unsightly jaws as it burned under them.

i moved quickly, running forward and dodging the creatures as they came at me hissing through bloody teeth. i pulled on the torn metal, making and opening and helping some civilians out of the plane as it burned. i looked up, seeing one of the creatures charging back at me. i grabbed a piece off the top of the plane and swung myself towards it kicking it square in the face and knocking back down to the ground.

i checked to make sure that the people on the ground were helping the others out of the burning plane before turning to fight another creature as it came at me. i struck it, pushing it away from me before lunging at another one. when the rest finally realized i was there they came in waves, attacking me. i fought back as hard as i could and for once thats all i had to focus on. then one of them knocked me down. as i tried to get up another lunged on top of me, pinning me down to the roof of the plane. i grunted and and tried to keep it away from me, its teeth gnashing and slobbery in my face.

then from out of nowhere i heard a yell and the sound of metal. i looked over to see logan shoving his long claws into the side of the creature. i watched him, his past flooding through my brain as he attacked the others as they came at us. i breathed deeply, stumbling to my feet and putting my back to his. we fought together until they were all gone, going to get the few stragglers out of the plane that hadnt made it out yet.

then he moved to help me down, taking my hand in his and pausing as i hit the ground. my eyes went wide as a tear slid down his cheek. shit. i had transferred his memories without even meaning to. all i had to do was touch him. usually i had my gloves on when we went in the danger-room but i didnt put my suit on first.

"i had a wife."

he said quietly, side eying me. i held my breath, holding onto his hand still as the simulation dissipated around us.

"i had a brother."

he laughed, really looking at me now. i took my hand out of his and held them both together in front of me.

"im sorry logan, this isnt how i wanted you to find out."

he drew his brows.

"have you known this whole time?"

i could feel tears stinging as i nodded.

"thats my curse to hold."

he shook his head, looking angry before walking off.

"logan wait!"

i called after him and he held his hand up.

"kid. just dont."

[scoobydoodean]

Thinking about 4.11 “Family Remains” and how Dean keeps insisting to Brian (the dad) that he will save Brian’s family—that he will put himself at risk for them and he will find Danny.

Eventually, Brian asks Dean straight up why he cares so much—why he's willing to put himself at such risk for them. Dean doesn’t get to answer.

We know from the start of the episode that Dean has been hunting non-stop to cope with his trauma. That's made pretty obvious at the beginning of the episode:

SAM: What are you doing? DEAN: What's it look like I'm doing? SAM: Like you're looking for a job. DEAN: Yahtzee. SAM: We just finished a job like two hours ago. DEAN: Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town? SAM: I am all for working. I really am. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep. DEAN: Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead. SAM: You're exhausted, Dean. DEAN: I'm good. SAM: No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever. DEAN: And what am I running from? SAM: From what you told me. Or are we pretending that never happened?

We've seen this behavior from Sam before too—Sam pushing back to back hunts in 1.19-1.20 to cope with his anger, and in 2.11 (due to guilt over Ava) and in 2.19 to deal with Madison's death, and in 3.11 to deal with Dean's (temporary) death. We'll see it in the future too—the brothers displaying a need to work to get through something.

So it’s easy to say Dean is simply pushing himself to "be the hero" in 4.11 because of guilt about Hell and leave it at that. I do think Dean believes in atonement (we get hints about this in 4.05), but I think the reason Dean insists on being the person to jump down in the first hole they find instead of Ted, and then insists on going down the second compartment to find Danny when Brian is ready to do it, is also because Dean has a feeling they're going to have to kill this girl, and however scary she may be—however violent—she's also a victim of horrific abuse, and taking a life is always a serious thing. So Dean's trying to spare Brian from that trauma.

Dean doesn’t want Brian to have to take a life and (no matter how justified the kill) feel like a monster. Dean already does feel like a monster (no matter how justified his actions were, no matter how understandable it was because it was born from decades of torture... he still feels and deals with terrible guilt). So Dean takes on the highest risks and puts himself on the front line, upping the chance that if anyone has to do any killing tonight, it'll be him.

Dean does end up killing the boy in the walls in self defense, and the camera focuses on Dean staring at his body as Sam enters, while a sad theme plays in the background, and then we get this look from Dean:

This is the first time in the series that either brother kills a human (besides a demon meatsuit) and a teenager at that, so there's a special weight to it.

But Brian still ends up killing the girl in the walls immediately after this, and that scene is one of the more horrifying ones, because it's shot in a way that casts Brian as the monster lurking in the dark.

Earlier in the episode, we establish the horror of the anticipation of having ones legs grabbed.

DEAN finds a hole in the floor and looks through. TED: You're not going down there. DEAN: Well, do you want to? TED says nothing. DEAN starts down. DEAN: Please nobody grab my leg. Please nobody grab my leg.

And when Brian attacks the girl in the walls, from the perspective of his wife Susan and his daughter Kate, all we see is the girl suddenly get dragged out into the dark by the legs.

Then we focus on Susan and Kate as they listen in terror to the sound of her screaming as she's stabbed over and over and over.

When Brian knocks on the door they jump and scream.

After Susan opens the door for Brian, she backs away from him almost warily.

They see the knife—the blood on his hands and clothes.

Brian saved them, but he's shot as the monster who reaches out and grabs you by the legs. We cast the girl in the walls as a smaller monster (ultimately just a child who can easily be overpowered) snatched up in the jaws of a much bigger fish. All despite the fact that Brian did what he had to do.

SAM: You okay? DEAN: You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there. Lifelong torture turns you into something like that. SAM: You were in hell, Dean. Look, maybe you did what you did there, but you're not them. They were barely human. DEAN: Yeah, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse.

[supernatural-sophia]

In honor of the archive being down today, here is a oneshot that I posted to ao3

Tombstone 

Dean’s phone started ringing and he was willing to do anything to get out of an awkward conversation with Sam. 

“Hello,” Dean says with a gruff in his voice. 

“Hello, Dean.” Dean almost crashes his car. Sam looks at him with wide and concerned eyes but Dean is already turning the car around. 

“Stay where you are. We are coming to get you,” Dean says doing a U-turn so fast his car left marks on the ground. Dean didn’t hang the phone up or set it down; he kept it held up to his ear just to hear the person on the other end breathing. If this was some sort of cruel joke from God, Dean wouldn’t survive. He ignored his brother’s angry questions, lost in thought until they turned down a road. Sam knew where this road took them and started getting concerned that Dean had lost it. Then he saw the figure in the phonebooth; A tall man dressed in a tan trench coat. Dean barely had the car stopped before he opened the door and jumped out. 

“Cas, is that really you?” Dean couldn’t stop his voice from cracking with emotion. 

“No. You're – you're dead,” Sam stuttered trying to protect Dean from any more heartbreak. This had to be a shifter or some sort of demon trying to mess with them. 

“Yeah, I was. But then I… annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back,” Cas said with humor in his voice. Dean’s eyes noticeably had water in them. 

“I don’t even know what to say,” Sam stood in awe. 

“I do. Welcome home, pal,” Dean hugged Cas tightly, breathing in his scent of ozone and forest before letting go. Sam gives a quicker, less intimate hug to Cas. 

“How long was I gone?” Cas asked, seeing the way Dean was practically shaking in his presence. 

“Too damn long,” Dean replies with a smile 

-

“How did it go?” Jack asks, not looking up from his computer. He already assumes it went well judging by the fact that the bunker door closed and didn’t slam. 

“Well…” Dean said suddenly embarrassed of how he treated the kid. 

“Jack, um..” Sam stumbled over his words trying to explain what had just happened. Jack looks up from his computer with fear in his eyes. He thought it went well. Had he misunderstood again? 

“What’s wrong?” He panicked. 

“Hello, Jack,” Castiel said with a small smile on his normally stoic face. 

“Castiel?” Jack said, trying to hide the hope in his voice. 

“Yeah,” Cas sighs. “It’s me.” They were all overjoyed with Cas being back and Jack wanted to show off his skills to his chosen father. He drags Cas over to a table where a pencil sits still before it starts to levitate for a few moments before Jack giggles, letting it fall back down. Cas quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. 

“I found a case. Hunter’s case,” Jack said, beaming with pride and excitement. 

“What kind of-”

“Zombies!” Jack says confidently to Cas only. “I know what Zombies are now,” He whispered with a grin. 

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Dean asked with suspicion in his voice. 

“By watching you. And Sam,” Jack exclaims, excited to see a side of Dean that wasn’t drunken anger. “Three days ago, a vintage pocket watch with a personal inscription was sold at a pawn shop. But when they went to authenticate it, they found out that it'd been buried with its owner… 20 years ago. And when they checked out the grave, it was empty. Which means… The dead are rising in Dodge City, Kansas.” 

Dean could hear cowboy music playing the moment Dodge City was meantoned and made up his mind to go. He could see Cas in a cowboy hat just like all the movies they have watched. Cas glanced over at Dean, seemingly knowing what Dean was thinking. Dean blushed, embarrassed to be caught with the joy of dreams on his face, but Cas only smiled softly before looking back over to a confused Jack. 

Jack didn’t understand how Dean and Castiel seemed to have a full conversation without words when Jack couldn't ever get a normal one in with Dean as it was. He looked up at Sam for clarification, but Sam had a more awkward look on his face. 

“Right. O-or maybe it’s a-a grave robbery,” Sam stuttered 

“Oh,” Jack’s face fell but then Dean spoke up with a tone of voice Jack had not yet heard from him. 

“Yeah, but we should probably check it out,” Dean said, not thinking it really was Zombies, but just wanting a Cowboy vacation. 

“Wait. Really?” Cas asked towards Dean, giving another knowing look. 

“Yeah, we've done more on less. Besides Dodge City's kind of, uh, kind of awesome,” Dean blushed with excitement. “All right, well… two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, and a dude who just came back from the dead. Again. Team Free Will 2.0. Here we go.” 

-

“All right, this is supposed to be the best room in the joint,” Dean grins, shoving his key into the door. When he flips the light on, he couldn't help but show his excitement. “Oh, ho! The Wild Bill suite!” Dean exclaimed and Sam just gave a sarcastic ‘wow’ in response. Dean was laughing with delight as he looked at all the cowboy decor. If he could have had a room as a kid, it would have been decked out just like this. 

“He really likes cowboys,” Jack says quietly to Castiel in some sort of confusion. He expected his father, who Sam explained had a hard time with human interactions as well, to have a similar confused expression, but he only saw one of deep love. 

“Yes. Yes, he does,” Cas smiles adoring Dean from afar. 

-

Dean was in the bedroom now, unpacking all his cowboy gear he brought. 

“I still can’t believe you brought your own hat,” Sam shook his head as his brother said that he should have brought one as well. “You’re in a good mood, huh?” Sam was trying to get something out of Dean, even if he wasn’t sure what it was yet. 

“Yeah. And?” Dean asked, no longer unpacking his bags. 

“Nothing. No, no, I-I-I just, uh… you've been having a rough go, so it's… it's good to see you smile,” Sam said trying not to send Dean back into another episode. 

“Well, I said I needed a big win. We got Cas back. That's a pretty damn big win,” Dean grinned a bigger smile than Sam had seen in years. Suddenly it clicked in Sam’s brain and we wondered why he hadn’t figured it out sooner. 

“Yeah. Fair enough.”

-

Jack and Cas were having a sweet heart to heart when the next alert for the case popped up. Jack jumped up excitedly to wake Dean, against the protests of his father. 

“Dean? Dean?” Jack attempted to wake up a sleeping Dean. Dean pulls out a gun from beneath his pillow, aiming it right at Jack’s chest. “No, no, no! Dean! It’s me,” Jack said, trying to get the angry man to calm down. The sound of saloon doors swinging brings Dean’s attention to Castiel standing in the room. Dean set his gun back down and demanded coffee. 

“I told you,” Castiel whispered into Jack’s ear. “He’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.” Jack wondered how many times Dean had pulled a gun on Cas for waking him up. They all, besides a still grumpy Dean, discuss the case and where to go next. As Castiel stood up to leave with the other men, Dean held up a finger and then pointed to his coffee. Cas sat back down on the couch next to Dean, glad to be back. 

Cas watched as Dean slowly started to perk up. He still had bags under his eyes, but those wouldn’t be fixed from one short night of sleep and some coffee. Cas hadn’t noticed how dark they were when he first saw Dean but noticed it the moment they got back into the bunker. With some of his discussions with Jack over the night, he understood that Dean was not coping very well. 

“Are you alright, Dean?” Castiel asked to see if he could get anywhere with him. He watched as Dean stared into his almost-gone coffee. Cas almost thought he wasn’t going to respond until he noticed that Dean’s eyes had begun to shine. He was holding back tears. 

“I thought you were really gone, man,” Dean said, closing his eyes, and forcing tears away. Cas placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s shoulder. His hand always seemed to find its way back to where the scar used to be so long ago. He sometimes wished he hadn’t healed it away, especially on days like today when Dean leaned into the touch. 

“I’m back now,” Cas said in a quiet tone to not break the comfortable silence they had mastered over the years. 

“He’s just like you, you know,” Dean said, taking a drink of his coffee before speaking again. “Just-everytime I looked at him, all I saw was you.” Dean opened his eyes and stared into Cas’s bright blue ones. “He has the same beauti- blue eyes,” Dean blushed and looked away trying to cover the Freudian slip. 

“It’s okay Dean. Really,” Cas tried to assure the man who had been so excited previously. “Now, let’s go to the crime scene.” 

-

Dean smiled every time he looked over and saw his angel wearing a cowboy hat. How far he had caused Cas to fall was truly astounding. The only problem was every time he looked over at Cas, his hidden feelings bubbled towards the surface. Ever since he cradled Cas’s limp, dead body in his arms he couldn’t deny their connection. It had only taken one of them dying for him to realize it, but hey better late than never right? They were discussing a strategy when Dean had to lean close to pull the motel’s advertising off Castiel’s hat and Dean’s heart was racing. He hoped Cas couldn’t tell how nervous he suddenly felt. 

“Just act like you’re from Tombstone, okay?” Dean said, trying to calm himself down. 

“The city?” Cas asked. 

“The movie,” Dean sighed. “With Kurt Russell? I made you watch it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. The one with the guns and tuberculosis,” Cas said and Dean just rolled his eyes. Then Cas lowered his voice to sound more like a cowboy and quoted, “I’m your Huckleberry.” Cas would have never guessed how flustered it made Dean and Dean tried to hide it as much as he could. 

“Yeah, exactly,” Dean stuttered trying to refocus his thoughts. “Well, it’s good to have you back, Cas.” Dean smiled as he and Cas excited Baby, loving the sound of his cowboy boots on the ground. He loved the way both he and Cas had cowboy hats on and he especially liked it when Cas used cowboy slang, even if he used it incorrectly and was awkward like the entire conversation with the sergeant. 

-

Cas and Dean made it to the motel before Sam and Jack did. Dean put Baby into park but didn’t move to get out of the car. 

“You alright?” Cas asked knowing that Dean wanted to talk, but was trying to find an opening. 

“Yeah, I just…” Dean looked over at the angel who he was mourning a few days ago. “I missed you so much.” Cas could tell that this wasn’t the important thing Dean wanted to say, so he nodded his head, keeping quiet so Dean could still talk. “It was so much harder this time. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but I was ignoring the one answer that I didn’t want to be true.” 

“Dean,” Cas sighed, putting a comforting hand on Dean’s leg. Dean looked at the hand then back at Cas with wide eyes. Maybe Cas was reading his mind like how he always seemed to do. Dean shifted in his seat so he was facing the angel properly. He moved slowly, putting his hands on Castiel’s face holding him. Then he put his forehead against Cas’s and could feel the tears prickling through his closed eyes. 

Dean wasn’t sure where the courage came from, but when he took his forehead off of Castiel’s he pushed his lips against his best friend’s. Cas had made a small sound of surprise before leaning into the gentle kiss. The moment Dean realized Cas was kissing him back the gentle kiss became a passionate one. It was an inexperienced kiss that was teeth clanking together due to the smile that kept forming on Dean’s lips. 

They slowly gained experience with each other 's as they became more passionate introducing their tongues into the mix. Dean could feel his hands wander over the stupid, dirty trench coat that his angel always wore. He started sliding his hands underneath the trenchcoat, trying to remove it so he could be closer to Cas. 

Cas didn’t seem to mind Dean’s eagerness and almost seemed just as eager. He helped Dean slide off his trenchcoat before letting his hands start to explore Dean’s body. A hunger he had locked away came pouring out as Cas started moving his kisses all around Dean’s face and neck. He gave a spot right under Dean’s jaw a small bite and the sound Dean gave at it made Cas repeat that motion in different spots, slowly sucking on them as well, leaving a dark bruise behind on Dean’s neck. 

“Back seat,” Dean breathed out. Within seconds both men were in the back seat of the Impala clawing at each other’s clothed bodies. Dean was shaking and struggling with the buttons on Cas’s shirt and with a snap of Cas’s fingers, all their clothes were thrown across the Impala leaving both men in just their boxers. “Cas, you tease,” Dean laughed, tugging at Cas’s waistband. 

-

Jack and Sam found a few bitten bones in the cemetery and Sam immediately dragged Jack back to the car they came in. It wasn’t too long of a drive to the motel but must have been long enough because the Impala was in the parking lot. 

“Guess they beat us here,” Sam said, turning into the parking lot, not paying much attention to the Impala as Jack was. 

“Sam!” Jack exclaimed with fear in his voice. 

“What?” Sam turned to look at Jack. 

“Someone is in the impala! Look!” Jack pointed to the impala and Sam squinted to see what Jack was seeing. Then he noticed clothes thrown across the seats, bits of skin, and moving bodies in the windows. Sam paled so noticeably that Jack’s panic doubled. “What? What is it?” 

Sam looked back down at the child in his seat. “Let’s go inside,” Sam said before grabbing Jack’s wrists to pull him out through the driver’s door, putting as much distance between them and the impala as he could. “Sam, what’s going on?” Jack asked as he was being pulled into the motel and Sam went to the front desk asking for a new room. 

“Uh..hey. Can I get another two-bedroom room by the Wild Bill suite, but no shared walls?” Sam asked. The woman quirked an eyebrow before she nodded in understanding. 

“Why do we need a new room?” Jack asked. 

“How old is he?” The woman asked Sam, curious why the man next to him seemed oblivious. 

“Uh.. younger than you think and he..uh…” Sam pointed to his head and the woman nodded again. Jack looked around confused at how Sam and the woman seemed to be having their own conversation that he had no idea what it was about. 

“I’m going to go find Cas and Dean,” Jack said with a huff before Sam grabbed his wrist again. 

“Bad idea, kid. I’ll…uh,” Sam looked to the woman for help but she laughed and pulled up a magazine to read. “I’ll tell you when we get to our room. Just don’t go find them. Not right now.” 

“I don’t understand,” Jack sighed before he let Sam drag him towards their new room. When they got into the room Sam closed the door behind him before hitting his head on it. 

“Now? Really?” He said to himself, but of course, Jack heard. 

“What is going on Sam?” His voice echoed across the room. He was tired of being left out of the conversations that Dean and Cas were having and now the silent conversation that Sam and the woman at the front desk were having. 

“Jack, it’s a bit of a- Um, weird conversation,” Sam said before joining Jack on the end of the bed. 

“I want to know. I feel like everyone else knows something right now that I don’t,” Jack whined. 

“Look, Dean and Cas have a different relationship than the rest of us have with each other,” Sam sighed trying to find the right words. “It’s why Dean was much more of a wreck than I was when Cas died. It’s not that I didn’t miss Cas or didn’t want him back, it’s just different.” 

“Different how?” Jack asked, still not understanding. It seemed like Sam was jumping around the answer without saying it. Before Sam could answer there was a knock at the door. 

“Sammy?” Dean called. 

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. Dean opened the door slowly and Jack noticed how disheveled Dean’s clothes were and his hair was a wreck. He also had odd bruises on his neck. 

“Are you okay?” Jack jumped up worried. “Sam, I told you we should have gone and found them! He is hurt!” Jack exclaimed. Dean had wide eyes as Jack healed the random bruises on him and only was blushing while he made eye contact with his brother. 

“How much did you two…?” Dean asked trailing off. 

“I saw enough. Jack saw enough to get confused,” Sam ran a hand through his hair. 

“Where is Cas?” Jack asked watching Dean do the impossible which was stiffen even more. 

“He’s, uh, cleaning the impala,” Dean said, face turning a bright red. 

“Gross,” Sam scoffed, which just got a confused look from Jack who was even more frustrated than before. 

“Any case updates?” Dean tried to change the conversation. 

“Someone explain what’s going on!” Jack boomed to the point where the lights in the room started flickering along with his anger. Dean looked to Sam for help, but Sam was doing the same thing to Dean. Luckily that was when Cas walked in. 

“Why do we have a new room?” He asked. 

“See, Cas doesn’t understand either!” Jack said, calming down knowing he wasn’t the only one confused. 

“Understand what?” Cas gave a quirked eyebrow to Dean. 

“We saw someone in the Impala in the parking lot then Sam made us get a new room and when Dean said you were cleaning Dean was super red and Sam said gross,” Jack rambled. 

“Sam, you of all people should know that sexual relationships are not gross. You seemed to be satisfied having sex with a demon who was poisoning you,” Cas said and both Sam and Dean’s faces were bright red. “You humans confuse me. One day you are bragging about your sexual partners and the next sex is a taboo subject.” 

“Cas! Stop talking about sex!” Dean said, looking extremely uncomfortable with the topic. 

“This is about sex?” Jack asked quietly. He knew what sex was and this didn’t need to be as confusing as a conversation as it needed to be. 

“Yes,” Cas said while Dean replied with “No.” 

“Cas, he’s a kid. Your kid. You want to talk about that right now?” Dean said, still uncomfortable. Cas just rolled his eyes and stepped closer to Jack. 

“Jack, what you saw was Dean and I having personal relations. They are normally supposed to be private and others are not supposed to see, that is why both Sam and Dean are flustered. We will not be talking about this anymore because what happens between Dean and me is no one else's business but our own,” Cas said before walking out of the room to their original suite. Dean stood frozen for a few moments before turning and following Cas. 

“I’m going to shower, Jack. Get cemetery off of me. Then we will discuss the case with them two. Just turn something on the TV for a while.” 

-

An hour later the awkward feeling was gone and Sam handed Dean the bone he found at the cemetery. 

“Leftovers,” Dean scoffed. He tossed the bone to Cas who was explaining what a ghoul was to Jack. They discussed who it could be, but couldn’t think of anyone who fit the bill perfectly. Jack pulled up an image he had found previously while researching, asking if it could be of any help. 

“Holy crap,” Dean said, which gave him a glare from Cas. “That’s Dave Mather.” 

“Who?” Sam asked. 

“Dave Mather. Cowboy. Outlaw. One of the Dodge City Gang,” Dean said with more excitement with every word. He could hear the cowboy music playing in his head as he took down a picture off the wall. “He was one of the greatest gunfighters ever. I mean, he died in 1886, which makes this a little weird, but…” Dean laughed with excitement. “Mysterious Dave Mather. I'm gonna get my boots on. One of the best gunslingers ever! Whoo!” 

Sam rolled his eyes as he watched Dean practically skip around the room getting the supplies. Jack explained that he noticed that there was a picture of Dave and Athena together and said they were probably together. He gave a look to Cas and then Dean, who were staring into each other's eyes. It wasn’t the first time he had seen them give that look and Sam’s reaction, an eye roll and ‘bitch face’ as Dean called them, he had seen them too. 

-

The team went to speak with Athena first, but Dave wasn’t there, but she knew where he was. They rushed to the bank where Dave was robbing and running outside. 

“Two, three, four Hunters! Whoo! Must be my birthday!” Dave exclaimed seeing all of Team Free Will 2.0 waiting for him in the parking lot. A gunfight started out and Jack was excited to help. 

“What the hell?” Dave said after Jack took several shots in the chest. Jack then uses his untrained powers to blast Dave backward, however a security guard was behind him and also got hit in the blast. 

“No!” Jack cried out. “No, no, no, no, no!” He begged for Cas to save the man, but Cas couldn’t bring back life. Even worse, Dave got away. 

-

“Is this the first time he’s hurt anyone?” Cas asked looking back at an upset Jack on the couch. 

“No,” Sam sighed. “No, but it is the first time he's hurt someone that didn’t get back up.” 

“Alright, you two should get Jack back to the bunker,” Dean sighed. That rotten feeling of having the son of Lucifer nearby was back in his stomach. He didn’t want to feel this way, especially with the kid as a wreck on the couch behind him, but he had expected this. Lucifer always caused problems, so it’s no surprise his kid was too, even if it was by accident. 

“I can stay here,” Cas tried, but Dean knew what the kid needed. He needed his dad and he needed someone who didn’t threaten to kill him in the past. 

“No, I’ll handle it. Besides, you need to be with the kid in case he…you know.” 

“Okay,” Cas sighed heavily. “All right.” He could feel Dean begging him to stay, but he knew Dean would never admit to something like that. 

-

Dean worked with the sergeant to take down Dave. The sergeant had no problem killing Dave in fact, he was prepared to. Dean then explained that Dave killed Sarge’s friend, so Sarge killed Dave. He then pursued and put the blame of the death of the security guard at the bank on Dave too. Jack didn’t need any more trouble than what was coming for him by just being an associate with the Winchesters. 

-

When Dean got back to the bunker, all he wanted to do was drink and sit with Cas. He had gotten a picture of the two dressed up printed out and shoved it into his wallet. 

“How’d it go?” Sam asked worried about Jack. 

“Took care of it,” Dean huffed. 

“Good,” Sam said quietly. 

“Good?” Jack stood up. “How is that good? I killed someone. What was his name? The guard? Did he have a family?” Jack was almost crying. 

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Cas tried to calm him down/ 

“Did he?” Jack demanded. 

“Yes, he did,” Dean said, not sure if the truth was better than lying.

“Jack, look, this life, what we do,” Sam tried but Jack was having none of it. 

“Just don’t. You’re afraid of me,” a tear fell down Jack’s face. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just another monster!” Jack yelled at Dean. 

“No, you're not. I thought you were. I did. But…” Dean tried but he knew he was fumbling. 

“Every time I try to do something good, people get hurt,” Jack cried. “If I stay, I’m gonna hurt you. All of you. And… I can’t. You’re all I have.” 

“Jack, listen…” 

“I have to go. I’m sorry,” Jack said before using his powers to knock the three Winchesters backward. He disappears with Castiel crying after him. 

[mackeydoodledoo]

Chapter 1: A Good Impression

Pairing: Lamina x (Fem!Mentor)Reader

Summary: Besides Sejanus, you had a heart among the 24 students to act as mentors. People made fun of you for getting paired with the girl who never stopped crying. But, you were going to do whatever it took to get her home.

Warnings: TBOSAS Spoilers, Injuries, Social Anxiety, Swearing

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip

Theme: Softcore - The Neighborhood

A/n: Welcome to my first Lamina x Reader series! Idk how long I'm going to make this series :)

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

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"Seven. Boy, Vipsania Sickle. Girl. Y/n Y/l/n," Dean Highbottom reads off the list

You look up to your female tribute... She huffs her shoulder upward. She was crying... You heard a few snickers. You really wanted to punch them in the face. But your heart was broken when you watched her cry.

"Looks like Y/n got the crybaby," Arachne snickers to you

You dead stare at her: she had always made remarks towards you but then look back up at the screen, catching one last glimpse of your tribute before it switches to the next district.

After the assigning ceremony, you find a spot outside of the area to just have time to think.

How am I going to make her a victor?...

"Looks like Y/n is having second thoughts about being assigned the crybaby of the tributes," Arachne says, coming up to you

"Lamina is not a crybaby," You say, looking up at her

You too never got along. But, since the both of you were in the same class, you were forced to tolerate her.

"Then, what is she to you? Don't tell me you are actually growing fond of your tribute now," She continues to belittle you

"Me? Fond of her? Please..." You say, "Unlike you, I have a heart. I'm going to make my tribute the best one out of all of you."

"I'd like to see you try, Y/l/n," Arachne stares you down

+*+

Both you and Coriolanus Snow waited at the train station. You look up at him: white rose in his hand and an anxious look on his face.

"With the stunt your tribute pulled at her reaping, she's already captured the capital's eyes," You tell him

"I just don't know how to get her to trust me," He says

Before you could offer some kind of advice that most likely wouldn't help his case in the slightest, traincars came to a hazardous stop. Both you and Snow make yourselves presentable.

As the peacekeepers forcefully grab the tributes out of the cars, both you and Snow look for your respective tributes.

Going off from your photographic memory: Lamina donned shoulder length red hair being tied back with a hair bandana.

Suddenly you see a girl with a matching description pass you by.

"L-Lamina," You anxiously call out to her

The girl stops and turns to you. Putting on your best smile, you reach into your pocket and present a small gift box.

"I-I know everything must be very frightening for you. But, i just wanted to Welcome you to the capitol," You try to keep a smile on

Despite you probably already fucked up your self-introduction.

But, Lamina doesn't answer. She doesn't even meet your gaze.

"I-uhhh," You begin to scramble your sentences, figuring out how to make her talk, "Made this myself."

You frantically tug at the ribbon, and open the lid.

"I... I never made anything of the sort in my life and. And. And-" You attempt to find the right words to even just speak

You gently take her hand, placing the shitty-made gift into her hand. She turns away from you, still not meeting your gaze.

Both you and Snow wistfully hop into the car just before any peacekeeper noticed two Academy students were in it.

An awkward silence sits upon the 24 tributes, you and Snow.

"What's the matter Capitol?" The boy from 11: Reaper asks, "You're in the wrong car."

"We should just kill them," The girl from 4: Coral suggests

Your eyes widen as the boy who was hovering around Lamina comes walking up to you. He presses his arm along your collar bones, pinning you to the back of the wall.

"Treech don't... She's my mentor," Lamina speaks for the first time

Treech's arm eases away from your collar bone. You are really going to have an interesting time...

"I reckon anything happen to them, something would happen to our loved ones back home," Lucy Gray states

"Then how come none of our mentors showed up?" Coral asks, "Why do you and the little crybaby get special treatment?"

"Because they don't know how to make a good first impression," You immediately answer, cocking a half smile, "That and... Most of them don't... Care like we do."

You werent actually sure if Snow cared about Lucy Gray. But, you knew you cared. Unlike your capitol classmates, except Sejanus, you never grew fond of the games... Having to be a mentor to a tribute who could die...

That's the real kicker to the gut.

Your eyes drift to Lamina. A slight smile appears on her face before she looks down at the floor.

The car came to an abrupt stop. You hear the sounds of the backup noise on a vehicle. All of you begin to waver from the car tilting. All of you begin to fall out of the truck, entering an exhibit.

As you begin to become aware of your surroundings, you recognize the place...

The Capitol zoo.... The hell?

A lot of the citizens on the other sidenof the cage began to murmur. You look over to see Snow absolutely terrified out of his mind.

I'll show him how it's done...

You stand onto your feet and strife towards the camera.

"Ahhh, Y/n Y/l/n," Lucky Flickerman makes his way toward you, "Now tell me, Was it required for you two to be in here with the other tributes?"

"Not exactly. For starters, they didn's tell us not to. Second, Snow and I wanted to leave a good first impression on our tributes," You say, "Let me introduce you all.. To my girl, Lamina."

You outstretched your hand and turn to look at her. She nervously stands to her feet. You walk over to her and gently grab her hand.

"I got you," You whisper, reassuring her

She nods as her hand closes around yours and follows close behind you. For once, she finally gazes up and sees the camera in her face.

"Tell us Lamina, what finally got you to stop crying once you got here?" Lucky asks

She let's go of your hand and reaches into her pocket and shows the half-assed gift you made.

"My mentor made it for me," She looks at you, "Didn't know someone like her could be talented."

"Is that so?" Lucky looks at you

"Like I said, I wanted to leave a good first impression," You smile

You conclude your small interview with Lucky and watch him walk over to Snow. You sigh in relief as you falter in the slightest.

"Do you have any food?" She asks, hiding into your chest

You reach into your skirt pockets and pull out some cookies.

"This is all I have for now," You say

As you place it into her hands, you felt an arm curl under yours and begin to pull you away.

"W-wait hold on!" You tell the peacekeeper

"Please...." Lamina sighs into your arm

She looks up at you, "Handful of us haven't eaten since our reaping..."

"I'll do what I can," You answer

Lamina let's go of your arm as she watches you get dragged out of the cage.

+*+

"Sejanus, got a second?" You ask him

He gets up from the table and you pull him aside.

"I need you to do me a favor," You say

"Yeah, of course," He says

You and Sejanus were close, not as close as he is with Corio. But, since the both of you share the dislike of the hunger games, was how you two grew close. You pull out a few sandwiches and other snacks.

"I need you to bring these to Lamina," You say

"Why don't you?" He asks

"I have a different idea," You say, "But this should tide her over for now."

He nods as he places them in his backpack.

"Done," He says

"You're the best," You smile, patting him on the shoulder

You hastily walk into the kitchen.

"Y/n honey?" Your mother looks up from her work, "Shouldn't you be at lunch right now?"

Your family were cooks for the academy. Not the most glamorous job in the capitol since the dark days, but it got your family around since. Your family taught you, so the academy allowed you to enter the kitchen at anytime you want.

"Kindof, but I want to cook a meal for my tribute," You say, "Enough to last her until the games."

"I know the perfect meal," Your mother goes into the recipie archive

+*+

You take a step back from your creation. Your mom giving you a congratulatory pat on the back.

"I'll wrap it up for you," Your mom tells you

"Thanks mom," You say, continuing to gaze at your masterpiece

+*+

"Psst, Lamina," You quietly call her

The redhead sits up and rubs her eyes. But seemed to fully awaken once she realized it was you.

"Y/n," Lamina sighs, slightly smiling, "Wait how did you get in here?"

"Perks of having a decent amount of money to keep us on our feet," You say, "But enough of that, I brought you something."

You place your backpack down and carefully take out a wrapped meal.

"Y/n," She sighs

Before you even handed her your personal cooked meal, you noticed in her eyes of how shaken up she was.

"Hey, what happened?" You asked

"The girl from 10... She killed her mentor, in which the peacekeepers shot her..." She explains

"Holy shit...." You mutter

You saw that she could smell the food. As you hand it to her, she nearly tears right into the wrapping.

"It's enough to last you until the games," You say

*Lamina's POV* The smell of the food overwhelmed you. You look up at her, waiting for her. But, she nods. You immediately indulge yourself into the meal.

"Oh my- how did you?-"

"Perks of having cooks for parents," Y/n says, "They teach you everything you need to know about cooking."

"Ahh, that must really be nice," You say, "Back home my parents really just taught me how to chop wood for our essential use while they were working at our log factories."

"Do you... Have siblings back home?" She asks

"Got a younger brother," You answer, "But, he's a mere baby. He won't remember me when I die."

"Hey," She coos, reaching out for your hand, "Don't say that. He deserves to have an older sister to look up to."

"I can't guarantee that I'm going to win," You look down at your joined hands

"I'm going to get you home," She says, "I have to go but... Eat up."

She gives your hand a gentle, but firm squeeze as she stands. She takes one last look at you before she makes her leave.

*Y/n's POV* You honestly didn't really want to leave her. You would stay at her side all night if you could. But, you didn't want to upset your family as to why you hadn't returned home.

+*+

You walk into class the next morning...

"You and Snow made quite the impression on the viewers yesterday Y/l/n," Dean Highbottom says

"I only wanted to leave a good impression on my tribute," You say

"I wouldn't recommend getting too close," He suggests

"Trust me Dean, I won't," You say, taking a seat at your usual spot in the class

"I find that hard to believe," He says, "I'm very fond of you, because of your hard work Y/l/n. I only wish you the best."

Though you only try your best to be in the good graces of people. Though that often makes you a pushover to a lot of the capitol students who want to make it to the top. It was like you unintentionally try, and somehow you do the best.

+*+

A peacekeeper shackles Lamina's wrists to the table.

"You all have thirty minutes to discuss strategy for the interviews," Highbottom announces, "You may begin."

You sit down, Lamina doesn't look at you.

"Frankly it's so unnecessary to be shackling all of you like this," You say, "How are you holding up?"

Her lip begins to quiver...

Oh boy...

Immediately she brings her hands up to her face and begin to silently cry to herself.

"Hey," You coo to her

You gently grasp her shackled hands, and slowly bring them down onto the table.

"Lamina, look at me," You calmly tell her

*Lamina's POV* Trying to pull yourself together, and slowly raise your head to look at Y/n. Suddenly, you felt no fear... You no longer felt like crying. You nearly twitch back when you saw Y/n's hand being to rise towards your cheek.

"Sorry," She says, nearly drawing her hand back

However, still feeling calm in her presence, you allow her to gently wipe your face from any tears.

*Y/n's POV* "These interviews are important for you all," You begin to explain, "This will help you get donations from sponsors for the games. However, it'll help me too so that I can send you items that you may need while you're in the arena..."

Lamina begins to cry again...

"Hey hey shhhhh," You calm her, "Do you remember what you told me last night?"

She nods.

"We need to get people to empathize with you, make them feel like they can relate to you," You suggest

"You want them to pity me?" She asks, "Hell no..."

"Lamina," You sigh, clasping your hands over hers, "I don't care about winning for me. I care about winning for you. Winning for you would mean that you'd survive in that arena and you'd get to go home."

"I still don't want them to pity me," Lamina sighs

"Not pity, empathize with you," You say, "Make them feel like they are able to connect with you."

Your fingers brush against her cheek, brushing hair away from her head.

"I'll... I'll try," Lamina says

"Atta girl," You smile

"Time's up," Highbottom says

The peacekeepers begin to forcefully take the tributes back.

"H-hey! Easy with her!" You try to tell the peacekeepers handling her

You were about to reach up to them to escort her back yourself. However, Highbottom grabs your arm and shakes his head.

+*+

You decided to pay Lamina another visit.

"Hey Lamina," You whisper

She turns over; her face lighting up.

"How are you holding up?" You ask, "Those peacekeepers earlier were really man-handling you guys... I was about to sock one in the jaw and escort you back myself..."

"You're too kind," She smiles

"I only want to leave you with a good impression of me," You sigh

"You've already done that," She confesses

"Really? Since when?" You ask

"Since the day you were at the train station," She says

"Now you're too kind," You chuckle, "You know... Even though they taught us to think lowly of the districts, and that you all were monsters. But, getting to know you... It taught me that the capitol was wrong... You.. Proved them wrong."

Lamina doesn't answer you. It caused you to look at her, worrying that you said something wrong.

"I-uhh," You immediately bolt to your feet, "I have to go but- but I'll see you tomorrow for the tour of the arena."

You reluctantly turn your back to her and begin making your way to the entrance, where your mother awaited for your return.

+*+

You meet with Lamina for the tour of the arena. Lamina clung to your arm. From the corner of your eye, a peacekeeper was about to pull Lamina away from you.

"It's fine," You tell them, not allowing them to touch her

Enjoy the Show

Lamina jumps at the saying once the both of you pass the turnstile gate.

"Hey, camera on Coral," Festus Creed gets the camera crew to focus on her

You roll your eyes.

Try-hard...

The lights illuminate the concrete arena. To think people would actually sit in the arena and watch children murder each other was an outrageous concept to you.

"Mentors and Tributes, you have one hour to walk around the Arena and devise a strategy," An announcement echoes

Chapter 2

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@wanderingcas posted a wip challenge for anyone to join in on, so since i finally broke free of my fear of posting my silly little destiel fics, here's some of the zombie au i've been working on for more years than i want to admit. i'm hoping to get back to it next month when the semester ends. in the meantime, have a surpreeze tweest!

Dean wished sometimes he still had a watch to check. One that could tell him the time and the date. Some days on the Wall felt like they dragged, even without a way to tell what time it truly was at any given moment. He couldn’t explain why it happened when it did, but those sixty seconds that made up every minute would suddenly slow and take twice as long. The position of the sun just wouldn’t change, like the Earth had stopped rotating to prove his point. High noon was still high noon when it should have been three o’clock or even four o’clock in the afternoon. The only solace he had was that he usually wasn’t the only one who felt it.

He was back with Sam on the Wall and his brother was also feeling the effects of the drag. It was hard to keep focused on anything when the world was moving so slowly. Even conversation was sparse on the long days, because no one had anything to say other than to complain. Try as he might, Dean wasn’t able to keep himself from drifting into old memories, ones that had come unlocked with Castiel’s return. Memories of the life they left behind in Kansas, of the life they had chosen to live together and would never get to finish.

There was a rustling in the trees to his left, but Dean missed it, deep in a memory of Castiel vacuuming the living room while dancing with the vacuum to Beyonce. By the time he spotted the man approaching their gates, he would have been dead if he was up there alone. Sam had a gun trained on the guy before Dean could even shake himself out of the memory to get his own gun up.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Sam called down to the man in the Wild.

Others were taking new positions beside Sam and Dean, while everyone else spread out top to bottom to look for others that were possibly hiding in the trees.

The man in the Wild just held his empty hands up at his shoulders and smiled. “My name is Chuck, and I’m here to save your lives.”

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Basement - Dean Winchester

Title: Basement - Dean Winchester Words: 1,859 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Violence.

Prompt:

Locking Dean in your basement.

I put the phone to my ear. 

"Yeah?" I spoke instantly knowing it was my partner. 

"They've split up so I'll follow the tall one, he seems the most suspicious," he commented before hanging up. I put the phone back on the table and continued to clean my gun. I played my music and was glad AC/DC was the first thing to come on. I turned the TV on and read the subtitles as the sound couldn't be heard over the music. I sighed seeing the small-town news only repeating itself. Not a lot happens here so when there are suddenly three deaths of a similar nature it's all anyone is talking about. 

"Still our police force is looking into the deaths. In other news, a girl has gone missing." Well, this is new. "Witness reports say that a girl! Lucy Bodaga was grabbed outside of her home, here is an interview with the witness," even off duty I find myself working. The flashing lite on the remote sprung me into action. I installed a little security in my house so I knew when the doors or windows were opened. I loaded my gun and approached the door. No one is supposed to be here but me. I slowly crept towards the door and saw a glimpse of a shape walking into a doorway. No clear shot as they were already out of view. I continued to creep as I followed the person into the dining room where I had just exited out of another door, the guns were still on the table. I walked over to see a guy with his back to me looking down at the guns and my handcuffs. 

"Into some kinky shit," the guy commented assuming no one would hear him.  

"No, I'm an officer," I announced from behind him with my gun aimed at his shoulder. He froze before sighing. "Turn around with your hands up," I instructed and he put his hands up showing he was holding a shotgun. I tightened my grip around my pistol. He turned around and now I couldn't clearly see that it was Dean Winchester, a guy my partner had been following. "Put the gun to the ground," I added which he did slowly. "Take three steps back." He once again did as he was instructed. I walked forward, still aiming my gun at him as he watched me intently. I grabbed my handcuffs and approached him. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," he turned around, and I put my gun in my waistband slowly so he wouldn't hear that I was unarmed. I snapped one handcuff on his wrist before he quickly turned around and pushed me to the ground. My hand instantly landed on his shotgun. I cocked it as I aimed it at him. He groaned as he noticed I was armed again. "Considering the bruises on your face I assumed you would be a good fighter," I chuckled but he scoffed. 

"Wouldn't want to damage a beautiful face," he commented as I stood up. 

"Someone didn't think the same thing for you," I added making him chuckle. I didn't mean to say he had a beautiful face it just kind of came out. "Since you don't want me to handcuff you maybe you should do it yourself," I commented making him sigh. "Walk," I instructed gesturing with the gun to the basement door. He walked slowly. We started walking down the stairs before he stopped in the centre of the room. "Cuff yourself to the pipe," he groaned as he approached the pipe. "Shouldn't have broken into my house then," I commented with a chuckle. 

"I'm just trying to help solve the murders," he commented making me sigh. He snapped his handcuff to the pipe. 

"You know I thought that but once we did a search on you we saw that you were dead, twice actually," I explained and he groaned. 

"I hate cops," he sighed. 

"Well that's why you're here and not the precinct, my partner and I believe you have cops on the inside," I explained making him chuckle. 

"Of course, you'd think that," he commented with a chuckle. 

"How else would you explain getting away so often? Two cops have killed you off, they wouldn't just do that," I explained and he chuckled. 

"I saved their lives," he shrugged so I smiled. 

"Maybe, I don't want to take any chances," I commented. He was silent for a minute as I sat at the bottom of the steps watching him. 

"You're really going to watch me? Do you want me to dance or something?" He joked making me laugh. 

"I don't want you out of my sight," I commented making him smirk. 

"I knew you had the hots for me as soon as you said I had a beautiful face," he commented making me chuckle as I looked away, a little awkward that he noticed the accidental compliment. 

"I think the bruises make you look better actually, like a Frankenstein monster kind of way," I joked making him laugh. We were silent again. The song changing upstairs was the only sound that could be heard. 

"This your partner's music?" He asked in a small talk kind of way. 

"You think just because I'm a girl I can't like rock music?" I asked making him chuckle. 

"Favourite song?" He asked dodging the question. 

"Don't fear the reaper - blue oyster cult," I commented, indulging him in some conversation. He looked impressed. 

"So you're not afraid of death?" He asked looking at me with bored eyes. 

"Don't fear something that's inevitable," I shrugged and he nodded. 

"I've met death, he likes pizza," he commented making me chuckle. 

"I read somewhere that you're a Satanist," I shrugged making him laugh. 

"You're not scared I'll pray to him and kill you," he added in a questioning tone. 

"I believe the real devil is in everyone. No one is good, having a person or a fallen angel to blame is just something humans did to feel good about themselves," I shrugged and he smiled as he surveyed me. 

"So what's the plan? Are you going to keep me as your little pet? The handcuffs could come in handy," he charmed making me chuckle. 

"Well sooner or later your brother will turn up so we'll see how that goes," I shrugged and Dean smirked. 

"You're not scared at all," he commented making me chuckle. 

"As far as I see it, you can't do anything in handcuffs." I shrugged making him laugh.

"Well, that's not true. I've done a lot in handcuffs," He smirked, his eyebrows raised suggestively. I smirked knowing he was probably right. He can't be that hot without having experience in the bedroom.

"Good luck with that," I commented but he chuckled, Licking his lips and bringing his bottom lip between his teeth to bite it. I raised an eyebrow, using my best poker face to hide the fact that the move made me weak.

We were quiet again and I took this time to asses his gun. I noted that his shotgun shells were full of what appeared to be salt. 

"Salt makes ghosts disappear until we can find a way to get rid of them," he explained making me chuckle. 

"So now you're ghost hunters?" I asked putting his gun back to normal. 

"Have been since a child," the conversation fell as he looked a little disappointed or upset. I decided to let it slide. The door opening to the basement caught my attention and I saw my partner leading Sam down the stairs. "Sam don't shoot," Dean announced. 

"Okay," Sam replied as he came into view of Dean making Dean sigh. I chuckled. Dean's protecting me? Interesting development. My partner guided Sam to the pipe and handcuffed him to it as well. My partner approached me. 

"No fight?" He asked making me laugh. 

"He didn't want to ruin my beautiful face," I quoted making him laugh. 

"Wish Sam did the same courtesy," he commented making me laugh as I noticed his busted lip and slowly forming bruises.

"You want to go grab them some chairs?" I asked but really it was an instruction. He looked at me unimpressed making me chuckle. He walked up the stairs with a bit of a stomp. "Want any drinks?" I asked and Sam looked to Dean confused. 

"Beer?" Dean questioned so I nodded. I looked at Sam expectantly. 

"I'll have the same," he commented making me nod again. I walked up the stairs and grabbed 4 beers. My partner, Jackson, struggled to carry the chairs making me laugh as I walked past easily. I walked back into the basement to hear the brothers stopping their conversation. We can't take our eyes off of them. They've probably already made an escape plan. I opened the beers and handed them both one with their spare hand. The chairs were brought downstairs and put beside them. I adjusted the cuffs so they could sit comfortably without the blood from their arms going elsewhere. Jackson and I sat on the bottom steps watching them as we all drank our beers.

"We're just going to wait this out, if someone dies while you're both here we'll let you go," I explained.

"What?" The three of them asked in unison.

"As far as I see it you're not doing any harm," I shrugged and Dean smiled at me brightly. Sam and Jackson looked sceptical. I shrugged and sat comfortably while we waited. Hours passed and we just sat quietly listening to the music playing upstairs. 

"Jackson," a voice called through my police radio. I handed him the radio. He walked upstairs to talk to the operator. Once he was gone I turned to Sam and Dean.  

"So, you believe in ghosts, do you think they're killing people?" I asked unsure if I wanted to know the answer. 

"We think it's a vampire," Dean commented and Sam looked at him in disbelief. "She's real," Dean shrugged making me chuckle. 

"A vampire? Indulge me, how do you kill a vampire?" I asked and Sam looked confused. 

"Decapitation," Dean said simply making me chuckle. 

"So you're going to go around chopping heads off? You had me for a minute. I thought it could possibly be a vampire for the biting and the blood draining but now I'm lost." I explained and Dean shrugged. 

"You can also kill them with dead man's blood," Sam chirped making me nod. Just in case I'll remember that. I turned to Jackson who sighed. 

"Another death," he shrugged making me sigh. Looks like it's not them. I walked over with the key to the cuffs. 

"I'll give you an option, either leave town or let me hunt the killer with you," I explained undoing Sam's cuffs. Sam looked at Dean a little sceptically. Dean sighed. 

"Fine you can come with us," he groaned making me smile as I undid his cuffs. 

"We got some work to do then," I commented as I started hearing towards the basement door.

I had no idea what was about to happen.

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Walter was following Sam out of Bob's place, when suddenly he bumped against something. He looked up, and then sighed in frustration.

Sam noticed Walter was no longer following him, and turned around.

"What's wrong? Come on!"

Walter pointed up.

"That's a devil's trap, we use it to trap demons... wait, you already know about those. You're not..."

"I guess this is a good time to tell you a, uh... fun fact about myself."

"You've been a demon this whole time?"

"Can you be quiet? Listen, I-"

"Shut up, I'm calling Dean."

"Come on, man! If I wanted to kill you guys or whatever, wouldn't I have done that already? Huh? I've been up while you guys were asleep countless times. Driven Baby for hundreds of miles. Don't I get some slack?"

"Oh, so that's why you never sleep?"

"I do sleep, man. This vessel, it's weird-"

"Is that what you guys call it? A vessel? You don't even have the respect to call them bodies?"

"Body, whatever, it doesn't matter, man! You guys are after Azazel, aren't you? The demon with the yellow eyes?"

"Yeah, how'd you know his name? We never told you."

"He screwed me over, man. It's a long freaking story but he played me for a goddamn fool and I want him dead. We've got the Colt, all we need to wait for are the omens, Ash's on the lookout for them, come on!"

"I have no reason to believe anything you say! Dean was right, we should've NEVER trusted you! We should NEVER trust anyone but each other!"

"I don't care about your stupid symbiotic mutual-destruction over things that happened decades ago! That's the most boring part about being with you people all the goddamn time."

Dean finally picked up the phone.

"Hey, Dean? Yeah, change of plans. You need to get here. Oh no, we've got an even bigger threat sleeping under the same damn roof."

"Look, can you at least bring me a chair? I don't wanna be exorcised while standing. You can send me back to hell, whatever, I trust you'll find Azazel and give him what he deserves. You guys always find everything."

"Yeah, yeah, it's Walter. Look, just get here, okay?" Sam hung up.

"Why do you need him to be here to exorcise me?"

"He's got the journal," Sam pulled a gun on Walter. "This won't kill you but it'll sure hurt."

"Come on, man! I'm unarmed!"

"I don't know that for sure."

"How much freakin' shitty diner food have I shared with you and your hottie brother? Huh? How many drinks?"

"Shut up."

"I'm not gonna kill you, man! I told you, I'm looking for Azazel!"

"SHUT UP!" Sam shot Walter in the stomach.

After catching his breath, Walter continued:

"I'm not gathering information on you, either. You don't see me slitting throats left and right, do you? Look, can we postpone this? We find Azazel, kill him, then you exorcise me. Okay? You won't even need a devil's trap, I'll stay still. But you gotta get me to a hospital first, this guy will survive but only because I'm in him."

"That used to be a person. What was his name? Huh? Do you even know it? Do you know his family? How much they miss him?"

"They're all dead!"

"Did you kill them all?"

Walter stared at Sam in awe for a while.

"What? No! He didn't tell me how, all he did was say they were all dead, that no one would miss him, and that I was free to possess him."

"You want me to believe you asked for permission?"

"Guy summoned me, dude. I don't know how you summon a normal-ass demon like me either, but he did. Told me I could do whatever I wanted, I took the opportunity."

Sam scoffed.

"I knew your kind were liars, but wow, this is a new low. I'll get you your damn chair."

After a while, Dean arrived. He was going so fast before parking, he almost crashed through the house. He barged through the door.

"What's going on, Sammy? Why are you pointing a gun at Walter?"

"It's a demon, Dean."

"Woah, so we're calling me 'it' now?" Walter said.

"What? No way." Dean said.

"Look up. I'm trapped."

"No, no, no, you can't be a demon, you've never killed anyone. Or done the eyes thing."

Walter looked at Dean and flashed his real eyes.

"I'll be damned."

"Come on, get dad's journal, we can exorcise him and bring the guy to a hospital."

"Hospital? What do you- oh my God, Sam, you shot the guy!"

"He's a demon!"

"Well, what if he wasn't? Huh? Aren't I the one who's okey-dokey being violent? What happened to you, man?"

"I'm not gonna let some demon fuck with our plans again, Dean. Get. Dad's. Journal."

"Woah, language," Dean said. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"This is not the time, man! Get the damn journal, the guy's still alive, we have a chance to save him!"

"Alright, alright!"

Dean quickly went outside, to the car, and sourced John's journal.

"Here."

Sam handed Dean the gun.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

Walter opened his mouth and the demon flew out. He immediately collapsed to the floor.

"What?" he said, weakly. "Where am I?"

"Shh," said Sam, before grabbing him and looking at Dean for help, "you're gonna be okay. We're taking you to the hospital, it's gonna be fine, just hang on"

They carried him outside and placed him on the backseat of the car. Wordlessly, Dean started driving.

"Where's the nearest hospital?"

"Couple miles away. I'll tell you when to take the turn."

A short silence followed. Dean quickly looked away from the road and to his brother's lap.

"You can put that away, you know. Jeez, you were carrying that while helping a wounded man to the car? Could've shot me, dude."

"We are in deep shit, Dean."

"Man, did you hear what I just said? You could've shot ME. Your brother. Dean Winchester. Not a Dean-mon Winchester."

"He was lying all along, Dean. Who knows what information he spread about us, and to who. He could've killed us, dude!"

"Yeah, but he didn't!" Dean yelled.

"Who knows how many throats he slit talking to Azazel? How many people have died because we trusted him?! This is how it always ends, trusting anybody. It happened with Gordon, it happened with Walter, it'll probably happen with Ellen and Jo and Ash and everyone!"

"None," the man whispered.

"What?" the two brothers said in unison.

"He didn't slit any throats," he caught his breath. "He didn't kill anyone."

"How do you know that?" Dean asked.

"I saw everything. He was moving my body but I was awake the whole time. He would talk to me, in my own head. What he said to you was true, Sam."

"Great, so you shot an innocent man trying to piss off an innocent demon. This is just perfect. What are you gonna say at the hospital when they ask who shot him?"

"Just say it was me."

"What?!" they once again asked, in unison.

"Just say I shot myself. They already know me at the hospital you're going to. Just gonna be another one of my bad days around there."

"What the hell is going on here?" Dean asked Sam.

"The demon said this guy summoned him and let him possess him. I thought he was lying."

"He wasn't. I didn't really have anything to live for. So instead of doing to myself what you did to me - which is totally not as fun as I thought it would be - I just found some old book on how to summon a demon and let it happen. Whatever would happen to my body, would happen to my body and I wouldn't have to kill it myself."

"And it just happened to be a demon that had beef with Azazel?" Sam sarcastically asked. "I'm not buying it."

"Jesus, Sam, stop interrogating the guy while he's bleeding to death."

"He's not gonna die. It's the next turn. Right."

Dean turned, and a couple miles later was a hospital. They carried the man to the ER, and before the doctors took him away, Sam asked:

"By the way, what's your real name?"

"Walter," he responded.

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Baby's First Demon

TW: threats, possession, blood, knife, demon purposely injuring a host body

"Aw! Baby's first demon!" Dean laughed from the driver's seat of his '67 Chevy Impala. He drummed on the wheel to the beat of the song playing on the radio.

"Hey! It's not my fault! You're the one who'd only let me go on a hunt if it was just gonna be a salt and burn." You pouted, crossing your arms, but that only made your brothers laugh more. "You're 14. Way too young to be hunting demons." Sam peered over his shoulder at you.

"Now hang on, Sammy. Don't go getting all hypocritical on the kid. You helped us with a couple of black-eyes when you were 9." Before you could even open your mouth to say something about what you'd just learned, Dean glanced at you in the rearview mirror. You could only see his eyes, but that told you enough about how the rest of his face would read. "You shouldn't be involved with the family business at all. Period. 'Course, you're stubborn as all hell, so it's not like we can stop you from going out and doing it on your own if we told you no."

You grinned sheepishly. You knew your brothers had your best interest at heart. You also knew that they would lose their minds if something happened to you. Even though you wanted to move on to bigger, badder things, you'd have to go the pace they'd set for you or Dean would drink away his dispair and Sammy would have an aneurysm.

"Should just be the one, but if things get sticky, get yourself out of there. Got it?" Sam asked the question, but Dean's eyes were the ones that seemed to bore into your own as he put the car in park.

"Don't try to play some sort of hero, Bug. Dean and I, we've been doing this a while. Even we don't always know what to expect." This was a plea and a warning. They couldn't guarantee that they'd be able to get you out if things went wrong. If someone was hurt (or worse), the others wouldn't be able to do much for them. If one thing could be said about the Winchesters, it'd be that they're all a bunch of self-sacrficing assholes.

You climbed out of the car, trying to close the door quietly enough so there wasn't a chance the demon would have heard you. Dean gave you one last look that said "If you die, I'll kill you" and handed you a gun and a flask of holy water.

The building was very, very old, the steps creaking as the three of you made your way to the door. Dean pushed it open slowly with his foot, both hands on his gun. You felt as though you were inhaling a cloud of dust as you followed behind him, reciting the Latin your brothers had made you memorize before you were allowed to come on this hunt to yourself.

After several minutes of searching and silence, Dean dropped his hands to his side. "I guess it's not here."

"Maybe it heard us coming and went out the back" you offered. You'd wished that was the case as something dripped onto your face from above. You slowly looked up and felt your heart plummet as you were met with a wide, toothy grin and a pair of pitch black eyes. You shrieked as it dropped, taking you to the floor and pinning you beneath itself. You struggled to keep the knife it was trying to plunge into your chest back, panicking as you tried to shout out the incantation to exorcize the demon.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-" the demon moved one hand from the hilt of the knife it was holding and tried to cover your mouth. You heard gunshots and felt the cold and clammy host body go limp on top of you.

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"Hey! Hey, kiddo! You okay?" Dean helped you push the heavy, dead body off of yourself and was relieved that you seemed alright, at least physically. Your face crumpled and you started crying as Dean pulled you to your feet and into his arms. You shook for a moment, your sobs getting louder and louder, and then suddenly becoming wicked cackling.

Dean pulled away, confusion etched into every part of his face. You were looking down at the blade in your hand, pointed at your own stomach. "Y/N?" You slowly met his gaze, your eyes completely black and your grin sinister as you titled your head to one side. Dean pointed his gun at you, or rather, the demon possessing you, but the demon just tutted. "Dean, I think you and I both know you could never shoot Bug, here."

"Exorcizamus-" Sam could barely get the word out before the demon slowly started to push the tip of the blade into your abdomen. It hissed a bit in pain. "Ah ah, Sammy. You try to get rid of me, and I kill her." His jaw clenched as he closed his mouth. He looked at Dean, waiting to see what the next move would be.

"What do you want from us?" Dean had lowered his gun, slowly twisting the cap to his own flask of holy water. "Suffering" the demon hissed out. "You Winchesters have caused a lot of problems for us down in Hell. Now it's time to even the score." The demon slowly moved the blade up to your face, running it across your cheek. You grimaced, and then the demon smirked.

"She's awake, by the way. She can feel, hear, see and even smell everything. Including this" without warning, the demon plunged the knife into your thigh. You screamed. "Dean! It hurts!" The demon forced your face into another smile, forcing you back into the recesses of your own consciousness.

"You son of a bitch! Leave her alone or I swear to God-" Dean took a step forward and the demon held up the knife again. "You swear to God what? You'll kill me? Send me straight back to Hell? I've already accepted that I'll probably be gone when this is said and done, but at least I'll be taking one of the infamous Winchesters with me. The baby, no less!"

Dean pulled the flask from his back pocket, dousing the demon in holy water as Sam restarted the incantation. It hissed in pain, but just before Sam could finish chanting, the demon slammed the knife into your abdomen. "No!"

Black smoke poured from your mouth and was sent through the floor, charring the wood, and you collapsed. Dean scooped you up into his arms almost as quickly as you hit the ground, putting pressure on the stab wound. "De" you coughed out some blood. "De, I'm scared." Dean cursed. "I know, Baby. I know you're scared, but I need you to stay with me, okay?" He silently started praying to anyone or anything. He begged Castiel to show up, to help you. Nothing.

"Alright, we need to get you out of here. Find somewhere to patch you up." Before Dean could stand up with you, Sam put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. "She's not gonna make it, Dean" he mumbled, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Don't say that. Don't fucking say that! She has to."

You coughed again, slowly raising a shaky hand. You put one hand on his cheek, the other on his chin, just as you did when you were a baby. You smiled weakly, blood dribbling down your chin. "I love you" you rasped out. Dean shook his head. "Quit acting like this is goodbye. You're gonna be fine, Squirt." You shook your head sadly, a tear dripping from his chin onto your face. "Not this time. I love you, Sammy." Sam inhaled sharply. "I love you, too, Honey." You smiled and looked Dean directly in the eyes. "I love you, Dean." Dean was silent for a three count before he let out a sob. "I love you, too, Baby." You sighed one last time, closing your eyes, and went limp in Dean's arms.