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Stranger Things Have Happened: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Where, Oh Where, Is Will?

Characters: Y/N Winchester, Nancy, Barb, Steve (mentioned), Sam, Dean, Cas (mentioned), Dustin, Lucas, Will (mentioned)

Warnings: A bit if angst, usual crossover crack

Word count: 1.7k

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that's a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there's reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

A/N: This series is so much fun! And it's finally getting into the good stuff. The tag list is still wide open so if you'd like to be tagged all you need too do is ask. And all feedback is greatly appreciated xx Masterlist  Series Masterlist

Part 1

Story:

7th November 1983, Hawkins, Indiana...

Upon pulling into my usual parking space, I catch a glimpse of Barb hurrying through the school doors, arms laden with textbooks. She's too far ahead for me to shout for her so I gather my belongings from the passenger seat as quickly as I can and speed walk towards the school. Many groups of kids huddled together in tight clusters line the corridor leaving the path to the lockers relatively clear. Nancy is busy rummaging in her pile of books while Barb is leaning casually with get back resting on the lockers, a smile spread wide in her face.

"What did I miss?" I ask bemused.

"Oh, nothing. Just Nancy having some trouble keeping her lips off of Steve."

"Hey! We just made out a couple of times..." A blush creeps up Nance's cheeks as she looks down to the floor embarrassed.

"We just... Made out a couple of times..." Barb mimics with added flair sending us all into fits of giggles. I pause for a moment when I spot the slip of paper on top of the chemistry textbook in Nancy's locker.

"Hey Nance, what's that?" I nod my head in the direction of the note. Doing a terrible job at pretending to have not seen the note before, Nancy unfolds it to reveal a lovingly scrawled note from none other than Steve Harrington:

'MEET ME. BATHROOM- STEVE'

Barb and I share an amused look, very much aware of Nance rolling her eyes at us before she closes her locker and heads in the direction of the meeting place. Once she's out of sight I turn to Barb.

"Well I don't know about you but, I'm not gonna be late like she is. See you after math."

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, did you two have power surges at your places last night?" I glance to both Nancy and Barb as I slide into my seat. My knife and fork clatter on the tray as I drop them onto the table.

"Yeah! I thought it was just because my dad was messing with the TV." Nancy swallows her mouthful of meatballs to answer me. Next to her, Barb is nodding in agreement. A small wave of relief washes over me from their confirmation; last night was a bit crazy.

"So if you get down there early, Laney promised to save you a slice this time. Although I don't see what the fuss is about, it's just pie." I land on the sofa unceremoniously, eyes fixed on the weather report.

"Just pie?!" Dean practically screeches, rushing into the room with a can of beer in hand.

"Here we go..." Sam mutters under his breath from the dining table, not breaking from his stacks of paperwork.

"Just pie?!" Dean repeats, possibly even higher pitched, "Oh Y/N, it's more than just pie. It's an explosion of sweet pastry and tangy fruit in your mouth. It's the perfect measure of cinnamon, sugar and apples. It's the warm filling mixing with the chilled cream. It's heaven on a plate Y/N. It's not 'just pie'." I just blink at Dean while he's lost in his own dreamland, a serene look on his face.

"Whatever! Just get to the diner earlier tomorrow."

Looking truly offended by my words, Dean goes to start another speech about dessert but he's stopped in his tracks by the sudden brightening of all the lights. The lamps, the overhead lights, even the TV screen. They all grow and grow in intensity, so much so that we have to cover our eyes to avoid being blinded. A sudden moment of darkness. When I open my eyes again, everything looks normal. All the lights are at their normal brightness level. But the three of us know better than to relax.

Immediately we all on our feet and rummaging in the kitchen cupboards for salt shakers. Sam and Dean retrieve their guns from their hiding places while I arm myself with an iron poker from the fireplace; since I'm the youngest, it's been decided (not by me) that I'm not allowed my own gun. We back up together to form a triangle so we're covered on all sides.

"You two see anything?" Dean barks over his shoulder.

"Clear!" Sam shouts back.

"Clear! What if it wasn't a ghost?"

"If it's a demon, it'll get stuck in one of the traps Y/N."

"I know that Dean, I'm not stupid. I mean what if it was nothing. Just a power surge."

"Maybe. But I'm not taking that risk." Dean breaks the formation to turn to us two younger siblings, "Sam, you cover the bathroom and the kitchen. Y/N, you come with me and cover the bedrooms."

"Hey! You don't need to watch over me, I'm not a kid. I can do the living room." I hold up my salt shaker to shake it encouragingly.

"No! You are a kid and your coming with me so I can watch over you."

"But-" I start to argue back but Sam's pleading face stops me. "Urgh fine!"

"Y/N!"

"Hmmf?" I break from my thoughts, turning to Nancy with a blank face.

"We lost you for a minute there. What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just homework and stuff. What were you talking about?" I shake all thoughts of hunting from my mind.

"I was saying that I heard that there's going to be a question on catalysts on the chem test and that it's going to be a lot of mark points." Barb leans in as though she's revealing state secrets.

"So?" Nancy tilts her head, eyebrows knitted together in a confused frown. Barb rolls her eyes.

"So I haven't done any revision on catalysts yet and the test is tomorrow!" She leans back in her chair, one hand rubbing her temple.

"Geez Barb! You've been revising for months. You're not gonna fail this test." I slam my hand down on the desk, perhaps a little too hard, and keep my voice stern. I instantly recoil, scared by how much like Dad I sound. Nothing I said was mean but I made a promise to myself to never ever be like him. Not to anyone.

"She's right Barb. You're the smartest in the class." Nancy encourages, unfazed by my slight outburst.

"I'm not the smartest. I'll just make some more flash cards tonight." Barb dejects, prodding at her food with her fork. We all finish our lunches with limited talking.

3 o' clock rolls around slowly but I'm just glad that the day is finally over. Absentmindedly, I spin my keys around my finger while making a beeline for my car. But, something catches my eye. With pad and pen in hand, two of the local police are stood near the entrance of school, stopping passers by to presumably ask questions. What would the police want with school kids?

In the distance, I spot Dustin and Lucas waking away from the officers.

"Dustin! Lucas! Wait up!" They glance at eachother while I run to catch up, a small smile on their lips.

"Oh! H-hey Y/N how's it... How's it going?" Dustin clearly fails at trying to act casual.

"Hey. What's goin' on? Why are the police here?"

"Uh... It's Will. He's gone missing." Lucas explains, making my heart pick up in my chest. No! This can't happen. Not round here. We're supposed to be safe.

"That's awful. When did he go missing?" I ask a little too eagerly.

"He never came home last night." Dustin tells me with a twinge of guilt.

"Oh God! I- I hope they find him soon."

"Yeah we all do. Well, we should go..." Lucas points over his shoulder.

"Right, yeah, of course. Stay safe you guys."

"Hey! I'm home." I yell into the house, kicking my shoes off and leaving them by the door in a pile with my bag- if Dean wants a tidy house he can tidy it himself. "Hello?" I shout again after getting no reply.

"Kitchen!" Both of my brothers yell in unison. I enter the kitchen to find them both sat at the dining table, the radio playing the local news.

'...Local boy, William Byers, had been reported missing as of last night. His family say that he never came home last night after visiting a friend's house. Police are not yet treating this disappearance as suspicious. If you see William Byers, please call...'

"See Sam, I told you it's not our kind of thing. Let's just stay out of it." Dean lets out a breath, getting up to grab a beer from the fridge. "We've stayed hidden for this long, let's not go ruin that."

"But we can't just do nothing Dean! We should at least do some digging and make sure it's not our kind of case." Sam protests, also getting up from his chair.

"Yeah. The police came to school today asking about it. We should at least try. I would hate to sit and do nothing when we could be out there saving Will. The family business and all." I join in, folding my arms across my chest. Images flash through my mind of Will getting taken by demons, tied up by ghouls and killed by ghosts. I shake my head to try and stop them from running on their nightmare loop.

"No! We've put our lives in the line too many times. If we start hunting again, we'd only be putting ourselves and everyone in this town in danger. I made a promise to keep you both safe and I intend to keep it." With a huff, Dean leaves the kitchen and heads up to his room, two more beers in his arm.

"I hate to admit it but he's got a point." Sam breaks the thick silence.

"What? How can you just agree with him on this? A kid is missing-"

"But he promised Cas, Y/N. If we started hunting again, Cas will have died for nothing. I know this feels wrong but, we can't. We just can't." Sam places one reassuring hand on my shoulder before heading upstairs himself.

Being brought up as a hunter, I was always taught to follow my instincts, trust my gut. And Dean just wants me to forget all of that? I can't! I can't forget years of being moulded into a soldier. Not when my instincts are screaming at me.

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