#supernatural masterlist | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

swtsupernatural · 4 months ago

Text

S.W || SILK & SHAPESHIFTERS

Sam Winchester x Thick!Fem!Reader

Content Warning reader being shorter than Sam, reader desc as having thick thighs, dean being annoying, swearing, reader wanting to fuck sam (but no sexual content in this fic)

Summary Fluff, (Sexual tension lowk) strangers to acquaintances to lovers(?) - You didn't work in the field. You did research. But when your good friend Bobby Singer asks you to help some friends of his by posing as a couple at a charity ball, you don't refuse.

W.C. 2.2k words

Ask anon: A: Hello hello! I'm back again; I'm going to change my request style a bit, how about a female reader with thick thighs? Make her with Sam please

Playlist: ♫ Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter, Shoot to Thrill - AC/DC

A.N. sam fic ! i am curvy so i was excited asf for this req !!! part 2 coming soon... ;) - claire xx

Being a Lore-keeper has its perks. It let you put your literary degree to some use, and it didn't usually get you into too much trouble. But, tonight it had. Bobby Singer was one of your favorite hunters; always treated you well, housed you in sticky situations, and sometimes had books or information you didn’t know about that he offered for you to borrow. Usually, he came to you for information. He didn’t hunt a lot, but it was still more than you hunted. But, when he and his hunter friends did go out looking for trouble, he often came to you for information. When he’d asked you to help out some of his family on a case that was real serious, you agreed begrudgingly. But only after Bobby told you your outfit, dinner, and drinks that night would be paid for by this said ‘family’ of his.

You’d already done a bit of research for him about this particular case and even you knew it was a tricky one. You’d spent the last week trying to piece all of the information together — running it through your countless trusted lore books, sites you favored, and even paper clippings and newspapers from the library. The place in question was only a few hours from Bobby’s in some fancy estate you’d mapped out by memory the last few days. You were guessing it was your least favorite of the supernatural creatures you’d perilously studied — shapeshifters. They made your skin crawl, and were tricky when they came in multiple. The family you suspected they were impersonating were the Bradys, a rich family that had lived in South Dakota for generations and hosted fundraiser parties each year for some organization their rich friends ran. Some of the members of the family had been photographed partaking in some suspicious activity, activity of which the police deemed fine of course; but you were smart enough to know this was your type of problem. A few of them had also seemingly gone missing, and either mysteriously turned up fine, or were still a missing persons case.

You decided to use Bobby’s as a place to get ready the second he offered, he lived closest anyways. You thought it was best to come over in the morning to talk more to him and whoever you were going on the case with, plan everything out. He’d been vague about who it was, though, and when you walked inside and saw Sam and Dean Winchester holding suits, a shopping bag, an EMF reader, and a pack of Coronas, you knew why.

You’d never given the boys information directly — Bobby had told you he relayed much information from you to them in tricky cases, but that the older one, Dean, was too prideful to ask you directly yet. Of course, like all male jackass hunters, he had eventually asked when he learned what they were dealing with and all the intricacies that you were extremely skillful in. The catch was that you hated field work, but also loved an excuse to get dressed up. You’d told Bobby your dress and shoe size, and sure enough, the taller one was holding a dark velvety blue dress over his arm.

“y/n, this is Sam, and this is Dean.” The shorter one, though he towered over you still, stuck out his hand, that jackass smirk on his face you knew he’d have.

“Heard a lot about you.” He spoke, the smirk still on his, admittedly handsome, face.

You didn’t like having your guard up. You hated it really, but being in your line of work and constantly dealing with men who dismissed your intelligence made you rightfully put up walls when you’d first meet them.

“Heard a lot about you too, but don’t think that means I’m your best friend now. I’m doing this for Bobby.”

The taller one smiled gingery, letting out a silent laugh watching Dean’s ego deflate. You turned to him, sticking out your hand. “Sam. Nice to meet you. And uh, thanks for coming out on this case, Bobby said field work isn't usually your thing so we really appreciate it.” You already preferred him. A lot, actually. He was tall, and looked way too fucking cute in that oversized brown hoodie he still had on despite being inside Bobby’s fairly warm home.

“We’re taking off at five so we’ll be right on time, okay?” Dean said to the two of you, rolling his eyes at how you hadn’t made any sassy comments at his brother.

“Sounds good. May I have my items, gentleman? I’m not doing this for free.” Sam smiled again, more noticeably this time, handing you the dress and shoes, and a purse, which you hadn't asked for but were not going to turn down.

“Thank you. So, the game plan is…?” “Game plan is you and I pose as a date and distract people while Dean sneaks around and corners a couple shifters, ganks ‘em, and then we get out before all hell breaks loose.”

You shrugged, looking at Sam, “Sounds good to me.” Of course he was cute and smart. God, you usually never let some guy get between you and case work, but he was making it hard. But if all you had to do was pose as a couple…

“Wait. If you needed me for acting I don’t know why you couldn’t call someone else.”

“We don’t know who's a shifter and who isn’t. That’s the problem. You know their tells, what makes them tick, how to trick them, the layout of the place. Bobby's got some ear pieces for all of us so you can help me from afar, don’t have to get your hands dirty.” Dean grunted, losing his dark leather jacket and grabbing a suit, heading to the bathroom to change.

“How thoughtful,” you mused, and he smiled annoyingly at you.

“We’ll talk more in the car, okay? Just get ready and we’ll be here if you have any more questions.” Sam said softly. HIs voice was deep and smooth, and it made you want to grab him by his collar and lock the two of you in Bobby’s guest room. Instead, you opted for pushing your thighs together and clearing your throat. “Sounds good. Thank you.” He smiled, going into the guest room with his own suit. You opted to lock yourself upstairs in the bathroom blasting music while you did your makeup in order to pump yourself up. You were a bit nervous, but you didn’t have to do dirty work, you got a nice new outfit, hopefully a nice drink, and a hot date? This was much better than how you thought your night was going to go — curled up on the couch, looking through way too many old files and books for another hunter, playing an old movie in the background and wishing you were elsewhere. You liked your job, you really did. But sometimes it drove you crazy how little you saw other people, people your own age especially. Tonight was like a gift sent from the angels. Well, ones that you hadn’t met; so far they had all been dicks.

“y/n, ya’ almost ready?” Dean called up, just as you finished styling your hair in a classy style.

“Coming!” You came down the stairs in a navy dress that hugged your curves pretty well, you thought. The dress was pretty low cut and the sides came up at a slit high up on your right leg. You honestly felt exposed, you usually didn't dress like this. Sam still had your heels, and when you came down, the first thing you saw was his eyes on your legs, stopping him from tying up his shoes.

You heard a low whistle behind you, and Dean’s gruff voice, “Damn, you clean up nice.” Bobby smacked him over the head with the book he was reading, going to the kitchen to get you an earpiece he had for each of you.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smiled, walking over to Sam on the couch. He was still occupied with your dress, and his eyes were making your face burn up. Your brain couldn't decipher how he was feeling based on his face… you teetered between him wanting to rip off your dress and stay home with you all night, or that he thought you looked…not good. You knew you didn't have skinny model legs, but that wasn't you job. Your job was to decode, translate, find, and relay important information to hunters, stopping people from dying. That was you job, and you were good at it. There was so much more to you than your looks, and if someone couldn't see that then fuck them. But, with how stuffy the room was and how close Sam was to you, you wrapped your arms around your shoulders, sitting a bit far from Sam asking for your shoes despite the voices in your head telling you you were fine.

“Y-yeah, here. I’ll put them on.” Your mouth opened to speak, but it was dry and nothing came out. Sam leaned down from the couch, sitting on his knees right in front of you. You finally stretched out your left ankle, and he slid on one of the black stilettos they'd picked out for you. He set down your foot after buckling the straps, grabbing your right ankle and moving it forward gently, causing the fabric of your dress to fall between your thighs on one side, and on the very back of your hip on the other, your leg completely bare. Sam finished tying up your second shoe, his eyes flashing to your soft thigh before clearing his throat and offering a hand to help you stand up.

Once you were stable, you flattened down your dress. You looked up at Sam and pouted at how much taller he still was than you.

“Aren’t these like…almost 4 inches?” Sam looked down at you and chuckled deeply.

“Uh, yeah. They are. Disappointed you're still shorter than me?” You rolled your eyes and glimpsed over him — eyes trailing his fitted black suit, the fabric clinging to his chest and legs nicely.

“What are you, like part giant? 7 feet tall?” You said it as a joke, but you honestly thought he had to be close to that.

“Please,” Sam said, a bit close to your ear, leaning down to talk to you, “I’m…6’5. Just about.”

“Jesus…” you muttered, and realized you’d said it outloud. “Uh, we should get going soon, I think, it’s almost five, right?”

Sam nodded, squinting his eyes at your lower body so quickly you almost missed it. Dean put ear pieces in each of your hands and showed you how to use them. You followed the brothers out to their car and said bye to Bobby.

“Be careful, idjits. Keep in contact.”

“Will do.” You said, smiling to Bobby before getting in the back of the car, Sam opening and closing the door for you before sliding into the front seat a bit awkwardly from how long his legs were.

“Ready?” Dean uttered, putting his elbow on Sam’s seat.

“As ever.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, seeing Dean’s vividly green eyes through the rear view mirror. Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC came on, and Sam mused on your quiet singing.

“You like AC/DC?” Sam asked, turning around a bit to talk to you more clearly.

“Yea, that, Metallica, some Guns N’ Roses, Rolling Stones....” Sam groaned, rolling his eyes, knowing Dean would have some stupid comment about that.

“Really?” Dean spoke up, turning down the music a bit.

“Yes. Don’t cream your pants.” Sam smiled at that. It wasn’t super often that women Dean hit on shut him down as unreservedly as you did.

“I know you got eyes for my idiot brother, but at least entertain me.”

“Okay. Who was the one that picked out the dress? And shoes? And purse?” You smirked at the back of Dean’s head.

“Sammy…” Dean mumbled begrudgingly.

“That's what I thought. Can you turn the music back up?” Dean’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He’d never had someone come in his car and tell him to do something like that, but he did so without saying anything.

Hours passed, and the Impala rolled to a stop in front of the biggest most obnoxious house you’d ever seen.

“Jesus. Showoff much?” Dean voiced from the front seat, unbuckling and stepping out. Sam followed, opening your door before you got the chance.

“So civilized.” You said poshly, seeing that adorable smile you liked seeing on Sam’s beautiful face.

“Alright. You two go inside first. Use the earpiece to tell me when you know where one is, tell me which way to go. We don’t know each other, got it? You got your fake, y/n?” said Dean.

“My what?” Sam handed you an ID with a photo of your face, but it didn’t say your name. “How many of these do you guys have? Actually, don’t answer that.” Sam held out his right arm and you slid yours under his. He began walking, taking large spread out steps. You saw his face flash, knowing he realized you were struggling to keep up; not just from your heels, but from his obnoxious height.

“Sorry,” he muttered, again, with that deep, smooth voice close to your ear. Fuck. This is gonna be a hard night.

433 notes · View notes

windchesterluver · 3 months ago

Text

Two is better than one

Summary: Sam and Dean discover they’ve both fallen for their childhood best friend—and when you care, you share.

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: inspired by @dulcescorderitas

(This took 3 hours)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, no wincest cuz gross, slight praise kink,

Things had changed between the three of you—you could feel it. It had been a year since you last hunted together, and, God, how you missed them. The three amigos, the three musketeers—you were inseparable, stuck together like glue. But then life happened, and you had to pull away. A week ago, you ran into them again while working a case, and afterward, none of you had the guts to say goodbye again. Somehow, everything fell back into place, as if you’d never been apart.

You tried to pretend you couldn’t feel the tension between the three of you. Tried to convince yourself Dean’s lingering gaze was just his way and that Sam’s hugs had always lasted a little too long. You lied to yourself, that you didn’t enjoy the warmth of Sam’s body pressed against yours or that your cheeks didn’t burn when Dean’s eyes trailed your body. But all the pretending and lying crumbled the moment you overheard them arguing.

It was late when you set out to grab some food, but as you approached the motel door, the sound of the brothers yelling stopped you in your tracks. Their words were muffled, but your name rang clear as day. After a few seconds of listening in and your heart pounding you finally mustered the courage to push the door open. The room fell silent the moment you stepped inside, and the tension lingered throughout dinner until it was broken by the sound of your voice.

“I have a case in my hometown, i leave tomorrow” you stated quietly. Your eyes fixed on your plate, feeling the brothers gaze over you. “we’ll come with you” Sam replied calmly. You swallowed hard “It's personal”. Both brothers furrowed their brows, exchanging a confused glance. “Is someone threatening you?” Dean’s tone was sharp, almost accusing. “What? No!” You snapped back startled. “Then what is it?” Sams's tone was gentle and his turned-up brows paired with his puppy eyes made it hard to lie. The more your gaze shifted between the two of them the more you felt yourself cracking. You had barely survived the year without them—how could you possibly survive a lifetime?

“Y/N,” Dean’s sharp voice snapped you back to reality. You bit down on your lip, pushing yourself away from the table. The boys immediately followed your lead, all of you now standing in tense silence. “I can't be the reason you two fall apart” you explained. Their expressions shifted to shock“What?” Dean scoffed. You inhaled sharply, steadying yourself “i heard you t fighting…it was about me wasn’t it?” You watched the boys turn to each other. Dean raised a brow and Sam nodded his head, like they were communicating telepathically.

“I think you’d better sit down for this,” Sam said softly moving toward you. Taking your wrist gently, he guided you to the edge of the motel bed. The mattress let out a faint squeak as Dean sat beside you, his thigh pressed firmly against yours. Sam studied your confused haze, his gaze steady and calm, before clasping his hand over yours. “We weren’t fighting,” he began. “We were talking about how we want you…” He hesitated, his words hanging in the air at the feeling of your hand tightening around his, your eyes fixed with anticipation. “And we’re hoping you wanted us”

Your gaze broke from Sam's when you felt Dean's cold hand rest on your lower back. Your eyes met his, his calm and reassuring expression grounding you. "Only if you want to," he said firmly, slowly inching closer before connecting his lips to yours. When your lips moved against him, he deepened the kiss, his restraint melting away. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, turning you fully toward him, and positioning himself between your legs. Sam softly pulled you to lean against his chest, his hand making their way to unbutton your shirt “Are you ok with this?” he whispered. Dean pulled away to let you respond, you nodded your head “Please” you begged breathlessly.

Dean wasted no time stripping himself of his clothes, before helping you out of your pants while Sam threw your shirt to the ground. “Ready?” Dean asked pumping himself, your eyes already showing how desperate you were with Sam sucking at your neck. You scratched at Sam's clothed thighs feeling Dean push into you. Dean leaned into the other side of your neck, continuing to thrust inside you. Your hot breath and moans against his ear made him let out a deep groan as he quickened his pace.

You were so intoxicated by Dean's movements, that you missed the feeling of Sam's hands sliding between you and Dean's chest, cupping your breast before giving a gentle squeeze releasing a small moan from your wet lips. “You sound so beautiful” he muttered. Dean could feel you arch against him and with a few more deep thrusts, watched you release around him before following. Your Head lay back on the younger brother’s shoulder, weakly looking up at him “Sam” you panted. He quickly passed you off to Dean who distracted you with light kisses around your jaw and collarbone. Your head tilted to the side and eyes locked on Sam undressing himself. you could feel yourself pooling again. Sam pulled you from Dean's arms as he climbed back on the bed, allowing you to hook your arms around his broad shoulders. “I'll be gentle” he spoke against your lips. You shuddered at the feeling of being reentered, your hands reaching up to fist his hair.

Sam’s thrusts were deep and slow compared to Dean's quick and harsh ones, slowly building you up. You didn't think the feeling could get better until a familiar hand made its way between your legs and gentle fingers circled your clit, making you gasp. You turned to see Dean over your shoulder “Hi sweetheart” he smirked pressing his lips to yours. It only lasted a moment when Sam's hand grabbed your face turning you to him “My turn” he groaned before smacking his lips against yours. You could feel yourself reaching your high again, uncontrollably rolling your hips into him. His grip on your hips tightened while he cam into you, your fluids mixing.

“Good girl” he cooed, bringing you down from your high, and softly laying you on the mattress. Your eyelids flickered to the brothers who were on either side of you. “You did so well, sweetheart” Dean praised, brushing sweaty strands of hair off your forehead. “Get some rest, we’ll take care of you,” Sam spoke gently, watching your eyes flicker close. The feeling of gentle lips grazing your skin as you dozed off.

340 notes · View notes

melwnst · 24 days ago

Text

────── ⋆⋅☆SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST

REQUESTS ARE OPEN<3

──────────୨ৎ──────────

DEAN WINCHESTER

⭑.ᐟ my favorites

-good run(falling out of love series) || individual parts, you don’t have to read the others unless you want to! (They’re good I promise)

-morning coffee

-birthday boy

-right or wrong

-dating dean headcanons

⭑.ᐟ others

-unanswered (part 1)

-midnight confessions (part 2)

-sweet love

-second hundredth chances

-Taylor swift songs Dean would be secretly obsessed with

-messy breakups with Dean headcanons

-solo chase

-makeup testing

-bourbon kisses

-dear ghost

-sadness talks

-out of reach(falling out of love series)

- bad dreams protector

-last goodbye

-rainy confessions

-Livin’ on a prayer

-I know it won’t work

-quiet nights | SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER x READER

──────────୨ৎ──────────

SAM WINCHESTER

⭑.ᐟ favorites

-sick days

-slow mornings

-dating sam headcanons

-baby talk

⭑.ᐟothers

-caretaker

-dancing queen

-maybe(falling out of love series)

-let it happen

-wrong direction(falling out of love series)

-family reunion

MY FULL MULTIFANDOM MASTERLIST

110 notes · View notes

dianawinchester03 · 10 months ago

Text

The Beginning of Their Downfall: A Supernatural Series Rewrite Prequel Masterlist by @dianawinchester03

This book is dedicated to the childhood of Sam and Dean Winchester along with their best friend Y/N L/N. Both families lost their matriarch to devastating house fires. Sam and Y/N were just 6 months old at the times, while a 4 year old Dean witnessed not only one, but all two of his closest relatives diminish to nothing but ash.

The events in this books take place after the fires with John Winchester and F/N L/N struggling to raise their three kids meanwhile restarting the family business of which F/N had to reveal to John the dangers of the world, having been a hunter himself along with his wife, who was born from a lineage of psychics.

Prequel to The Old Testament Series: A Supernatural Series Rewrite (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Aftermath

First Kiss?

Makeover

First Hunt

Period.

Don’t Drop The Ball, Go For The Goal!

Juvenile Delinquent

Juvenile Detention Center

Behind Bars….Again

Haircut

Legally Drunk

Senior Prom

The Rebel

The Runaway

Authors Note: I promise more will be coming soon, this is just the only few I’ve finished

Updates on this will be slower because I’m terrible at multitasking but in time I will finish it, promise.

Xoxo

168 notes · View notes

arjwrites · 10 months ago

Text

˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ my masterlist ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖

about/rules

requests: closed (but not for long!)

100 FOLLOWER EVENT: REQUESTS OPEN <3

100 follower event masterlist

SAM WINCHESTER X READER

Close- fluff, fem!reader Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining????

Take A Picture, It'll Last Longer- fluff Summary: While hunting with the Winchesters, you had picked up a disposable camera to capture some memories. Each photo represented an important point in your collective journey- all the while, hinting at a budding connection behind the scenes.

Close Behind- angst, gn!reader Summary: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam- and that scares the hell out of him. Based on the song “Close Behind” by Noah Kahan.

Heaven Hellbent- angst, fem!reader Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam discovers a secret you've been keeping for years. Part 1 of the series! DEAN WINCHESTER X READER

Back on the Beach- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at the beach for a rare day off after a long string of difficult hunts. Something about the special day changes things forever.

Bless the Broken Road- angst, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the broken road that led Dean Winchester to you. Based on "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.

Times You Threatened to Kill Dean Winchester- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: A brief account of all the times you wanted to kill a certain hunter.

The Space Between- fluff, a little bit of spice, gn!reader Summary: Reader breaks their arm on a hunt and needs a little assistance. Dean version of Close (Sam x Reader)

In The Stillness- angst, fluff, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean Winchester CASTIEL X READER

Numb- angst, comfort, winchester sister!reader Summary: Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it.

Saving Grace | Part 2- gn!reader Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand.

Saving Grace Epilogue- gn!reader Summary: Ways the world has softened since uniting with your angel. Can serve as an epilogue or stand alone!

Lessons on Humanity- gn!reader Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.

GABRIEL X READER Long Day- gn!reader Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.

CROWLEY X READER coming soon (leave a request!)

266 notes · View notes

loverslantern · 2 years ago

Text

The Hunter and the Witch ~ Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Description: y/n l/n (aka reader) has known the Winchesters ever since they helped her family start anew, away from a town that hated them for being witches. Or more specifically for y/n being a witch and accidentally causing mayhem. So when Dean comes knocking at her door asking for help she obviously complies, even if it means being stuck on the road with the man she’s secretly in love with.

Or it’s basically just y/n following the adventures of Supernatural

warnings: cannon violence, everything written is fiction and should not be taken seriously

Prologue

Playlist

Outfits

Season 1

Chapter 1: The Woman in White

Special: Halloween Drive

Chapter 1~ Continuation

Chapter 2: Wendigo

Chapter 3: Dead In the Water

Chapter 4: Phantom Traveler

Chapter 4.5: Can you Promise Me?

Chapter 5: Bloody Mary

Chapter 6: Skin

Chapter 6.5: You’re not him

Chapter 7: Hook Man

Chapter 7.5: A fool in love

Chapter 8: Home

Chapter 8.5: Reunion

Chapter 9: Asylum

Chapter 10: Scarecrow

Chapter 10.5: Rest

Chapter 11: Faith

Chapter 12: Route 666

Chapter 13: Nightmare

Chapter 13.5: Words mean more at night

Chapter 14: The Benders

Chapter 15: Shadow

Chapter 16: Hell House

Chapter 17: Something Wicked

Chapter 18: Provenance

Chapter 19: Dead Man’s Blood

Chapter 20: Salvation

Chapter 21: Devil’s Trap

882 notes · View notes

studiogrimm810 · 4 months ago

Text

Speak of the Devil // All Parts // Completed ✔︎

listed below are all of the currently uploaded parts of my mini series 'Speak of the Devil'!!

pairings: (established) sam winchester x gn!reader, dean and cas are there (as boyfriends ;])

summary: you are taken by lucifer for over a week and sam damn near looses his head. when you are finally rescued, the trauma of what was inflicted on you has left it's mark and it's up to sam and dean to keep you put together

warnings: torture, ptsd, flashbacks, abduction, graphic depictions of said torture

this mini series can also be read on AO3!

as always, thanks for reading!! <3

———————

>Finding You // part 1 >Settling the Dust // part 2 >Edging Sleep // part 3 >Pessimistic Coffee // part 4 >Caged // part 5 >Too Much Dust // part 6 > Detour // part 7 > Dreamwalk // part 8 > The Truman Show Parallel // part 9

———————

>pictures are not my own, i have the originals linked here (pinterest) >>check out my other works here

#supernatural #sam winchester #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural masterlist

45 notes · View notes

lostalioth · 7 months ago

Text

everything marked with ツ contains smut, my blog is 18+ only regardless of if something contains smut or not. please read all warnings before reading any of my fics. all series contain a mixture of fluff, smut and angst.

→ dean winchester.

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬.

— bloodied kisses

there existed no such cricumstances in which dean doesnt want your lips against his. bloodied, bruised, even with broken bones, a kiss from his girl makes it all better.

— beautiful pain | kinktober 24’

all of deans life pain has always ran parallel to love. he needs them both, he needs you to hurt him and take the pain away all at the same time, turns out you were more than willing to, you may even need it reciprocated. ツ

→ sam winchester.

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬.

— prefect fit | kinktober 24’

you in those damn jeans, those stupid jeans that fit you just right. your hips, your waist, your thighs. and god your ass in those jeans nearly had sam drooling. it was shameful he knew it but he couldn’t help it, not when your ass looked so prefect. ツ

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

sam with an alt/goth! partner

65 notes · View notes

yet-another-deanw-girl · 8 months ago

Text

The Prophecy

Created with Microsoft Designer

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter 1: The girl and the werewolves Chapter 2: Protocol EG-64 initiated Chapter 3: The stand-off Chapter 4: The Order Chapter 5: So many questions, so little answers Chapter 6: A Girl Stuck in a Bunker Chapter 7: The Fates Chapter 8: Standing on Edge Chapter 9: Fairytales Chapter 10: Good Morning, Princess Chapter 11: The Mark, The Blade and The Scribe of God Chapter 12: I'm Not a Fucking Princess Chapter 13: Split Chapter 14: The Ghost and The Network Chapter 15: Just Turn It Off And On Again Chapter 16: Sweat It Out Chapter 17: Spilling truths between the lies Chapter 18: 33 Chapter 19: You again! Chapter 20: Games Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38

_________

81 notes · View notes

redbird-tf · 3 months ago

Text

Wild dog

dean x little sister

synopsis; A vampire hunt goes horribly wrong, leaving you injured in more ways the one, by the person you'd least expect.

inspired by

Word count; 2.6k (officially my longest story, please dont let it flop)

Warning: hurt/comfort, injury, john, violence, language

No no no, this couldnt be happening. You all knew taking on a vampire nest was a dangerous mission, but this mistake should have never happened. Now, here you lay on the cold, hay-covered floor of an old barn. Pain pulses through your body, your mind teetering on the edge of consciousness, and Dean looming over you.

The barn was crawling with those nasty blood-sucking monsters—20, maybe more. You three had been tracking them for weeks and prepared well. Hiding in the bushes, you waited until the nest was deep in slumber before making your move. You had to move quietly. Killing as many in their sleep as possible until one awoke. Its shrill scream shattered the silence, jolting the rest of the nest awake. "Split!" Dean's voice rang out, and in an instant, you all scattered.

Dean skidded to a stop as he faced a dead end. His grip tightened around the machete, turning to face the vamps closing in. “come get it you sick son of a bitch” he growled. He swung in every direction, blood soaking his clothes. When Dean got like this he turned into a killing machine. No thoughts just, swing-hit-kill, swing-hit-kill. A vamp hurled down at him from the ceiling, yet without flinching Dean grabbed it by the throat slamming it against the wall behind him and slicing its head clean off. Only when the head rolled past his feet did he take a breath and allow his shoulder to slump.

The sound of fast footsteps made him whirl around, swinging his machete wildly, his fist connecting with the creature's face, sending it crashing to the ground. “Dean stop!” Sams horrified voice rang pulling Dean from his soilder like state. Deans eyes widened in shock and the machete slipped from his hand. “Oh my god” his voice broke. It was you. You who was running up on him. You who’s side he sliced into. It was you who lay in front of him now.

Dean collapsed to his knees, and his hands came up to cradle your face “Sweetheart, sweetheart can you hear me” he begged with desperation. You let out a painful groan, and Dean let out a heavy sigh of relief. Sam lifted your shirt, inspecting the cut that was pouring blood. His concerned gaze met Dean, “What?” Dean demanded, panic rising in his chest. “We can’t stitch this dean, we need to take her to the hospital now” Sam replied with quick urgency. He pushed Dean aside, scooping you into his arms. You let out another agonizing moan. “Sorry bug” Sam whispered. “And say what?” Dean frantically snapped while darting toward the car. “I don't know Dean, let's worry about that when our sisters insides aren’t visible!” Sam shouted in frustration.

————-

When they reached the hospital, Dean shouted for help, and within seconds doctors surrounded them, lifting your limp body from Sam's arms and onto a bed. Deans eyes never left you as you were wheeled away, only breaking when pushed past white doors. It was then the adrenaline wore off and guilt flooded his body. He stood frozen, Sam’s voice was mumbled trying to convince the nurse it had been a bear or something.

“Sir, sir, SIR” Dean's trance was broken by the nurse's voice. “Does your hand feel alright?” She asked kindly. Dean furrowed his brows in confusion, then looked down at his fist. His knuckles were bruised and the image of his fist connecting with your face made his lip quiver.

Dean and Sam sat in the silence of the waiting room. Dean's head hung low, his thumb rubbing over his bandaged hand. Sams head jerked up at the sound of heavy footsteps, “what the hell” he muttered. Deans eyes widened at the sight of John. They both quickly stood from their seat “Dad what are you-“Sam was cut off. “What the hell happened?” John asked sternly, gazing between the brothers. There was a tense pause before Dean spoke up “It was me… she ran up from behind me. i should have been more careful…” Dean spoke quietly, half to keep the nurses from hearing and half because he couldn’t raise his voice without the risk of breaking down. John sighed heavily “How many goddamn times have i told her not to do that-“John started “It's not her fault” Dean quickly rebutted. John opened his mouth but fell silent at the sight of a nurse approaching. “How is she?” John asked, his body tensed, bracing for the worst. “Shell be alright” the boys shoulders dropped. “Shell have to take it easy for a few months to prevent tearing stitches….” The nurse paused, hesitating to continue “Her injury was very severe, it's a miracle she's still alive” The room fell silent again. “Can we see her?” Sam asked in an urgent tone.

The three of them hurried to your room. Sam and John rushed to your bedside, except for Dean who stood frozen in the doorway, watching you slowly gain consciousness.” what happened?” You asked groggily. Sam spoke softly to you but the Anastasia still weighed heavy, making it hard to understand his words. A shiver ran through your body and your head cocked to the side catching a glimpse of Dean. Dean jumped out of sight, pressing his back against the wall. He swallowed sharply, his heart hammering in his chest. “De…” he heard you call. “Dean” again, and again. A moment later John stepped out, “she's cold. She wants a jacket” he stated firmly. Without a word, Dean shrugged off his jacket and pushed it into John's hand. “Go home. We’ll talk later” he ordered. “Yes sir,” Dean said lowly, his hand dragged down his face, then he turned his heel.

—————-

“What do you remember?” Sam asked, sitting at the edge of your bed. You thought for a moment, your mind capturing bits and pieces. A look of shock came over your face. “I was running to Dean and then…” Your breath hitched and your hand clutched your side “he didn't mean to” you whispered with turned-up brows. Sams brows furrowed in contrast “Of course he didn’t” he reassured you, placing his hand over yours. “Here you go kid” John stepped forward, passing Dean's jacket to you. “Where's Dean?” You asked. “Let's get going before the cops get here” John continued ignoring your question. “He didn't mean to Dad! It's my fault” you blurted out. Johns's gaze sharpened “you were reckless. and he acted like a goddamn wild dog. This is on both of you, i hope you've learned something. Now come on” he snapped coldly, turning his back.

——

The drive back to the motel in John's truck was silent with unbearable tension. When John pulled into the lot you noticed Dean's impala was nowhere in sight. “I'll check into another room. You two go to bed,” John said gruffly, pointing between you and Sam before walking off. Sam carried the bags into the room as you limped in behind him. “Where Dean?” You asked, turning to Sam with a confused look. “He’s probably just grabbing a drink” he explained, while unpacking his bag. “Can we call him, just to make sure” you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, “let's just give him some space right now,” Sam spoke quietly, giving you sympathetic eyes.

You had been tossing and turning for hours. Unable to sleep thanks to the pain meds wearing off. You stared at the ceiling until the glow of headlights flickered into the room. You listened closely to the squeak of brakes, followed by the jingles of keys. You quickly closed your eyes pretending to sleep. Footsteps crept their way into the room, then faded back out. You peeked around the room, seeing nothing changed. Slowly you sat up, cradling your side as you pushed yourself from the bed. Grabbing Dean's jacket from the nightstand, you tiptoed to the door making sure not to wake Sammy while you slipped out.

The wind bit at your cheeks. You quickly draped the jacket over your shoulders, pulling it tight. The Impala was parked in front of you, but no still dean in sight. Your eyes scanned the lot. It wasn't until you squinted your eyes that you spotted a figure in the distance, sitting on a bench, beneath a large oak tree. After a few minutes of limping, and grunting, you finally reached the bench. Dean swung around at the sound. “I got your jacket…” you said awkwardly. “Keep it,” he muttered after giving you a once over and taking a sip of his drink. You slowly took a seat next to him. The rustle of the tree blowing in the wind surrounding you two. “I shouldn’t have run up on you-“ you tried to reason “It's not your fault” Dean cut you off, his voice firm, eyes locked on the ground. “You've told me over and over again not to “ “so i should have known. I shouldn’t have looked before…” his voice strained.

Another silence settled. “I don't blame you Dean” you stated softly. “Well, i do.” He replied sharply, taking another swing of his drink. You watched him for a moment before shifting closer, resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel him relax beneath your touch. “You know when we were younger, I'd come home from school and Dad would be gone, but you'd be there.” You kept your voice steady. “Then Sam left, and i was sure you would to…but you never did. You've always been there for me Dean” you spoke softly. You saw his grip tighten around the bottle. “You know what hurt most of all” your voice barely a whisper. “when i called for you from the bed…and you didn't come” Your voice wavered before you could stop it and you bit down on your lip. Deans body stiffened. For the first time that night, he looked you in the eyes. His green eyes were a storm of emotions. “I'm sorry, kid” his voice painfully sincere. He lifted his hand to cradle the side of your face, his thumb smoothing over the bruise beneath your eye. “Dean i know you won't forgive yourself, but can you make me a promise” Your voice shook terribly, trying to keep your tears at bay. Dean nodded immediately. “promise you'll always come when i call you” you pleaded. Dean's face cringed realizing the pain he caused you, some worse than the physical. “I promise, baby” His voice was firm, unwavering. A gust of wind cut through the air causing you both to shiver violently. “We should go in now” Dean suggested to which you quickly nodded, earning a soft chuckle from him.

As You both stood up, a sharp pain radiated down your side, stopping you in your tracks. Dean turned to you in an instant, hearing you wince. “what's wrong?” He asked concerned. “My side” you breathed out, clutching at your ribs while bent over. Dean crouched down in front of you “How about i give you a ride” Dean recommended. You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, allowing him to slowly lift you off the ground. His warmth engulfed you. Your eyes grew heavy, sleep pulling you in as you rested against him. until his voice pulled you back. “You know I'll always protect you too. Even if that means from me sometimes” he said quietly, but his voice laced with a sense of seriousness. You pressed your face into his shoulder, letting yourself relax again before softly murmuring.

“Dean Winchester, my own wild dog”

470 notes · View notes

swtsupernatural · 5 months ago

Text

D.W || MYSTERY SPOT

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning takes place a few weeks after 'Mystery Spot' 3.11, swearing, dean being dean, knives, and mentions of dean's death from 3.11.

Summary Angst, slow burn i think - Days have gone by and everyone in your town seem's to be on loop and you're the only one aware. Just as you're about to break down, two men in an Impala show up to lend a hand.

Ask @almostegg / @almosteggs : The brothers visit a new town that's stuck in a time loop. No one there is responsive and simply do their daily routine over and over again. Reader is the only one aware of what's happening and she is trapped within the town.

W.C. 2.2 k

Playlist: ♫ Picture Book - The Kinks, Bad Moon Rising - CCR, Your Love - Glass Animals

A.N. first ficcc so excited to finally get this up. enjoy <3 - claire

Gunnison, Colorado. It was meant to be a shortstop for the Winchester boys, mainly for gas and food. They were on the way to a hunt in Utah with what they figured was a Banshee, based on the news they’d heard at least. It was early November, and the temperature was declining everyday. People strolled through the small town in coats and scarves, cheeks pink from the cold. Dean could even see heat steaming off of Baby as he parked her at a random gas station.

“Oh, shit,” Sam muttered, his eyes leering over his book to see the bright orange symbol on Baby’s dash. Dean had just finished filling up his car and was inside the gas station purchasing a few bars and snacks from the teenager at the front. Sam came up behind his brother, his jaw clenched.

“Don’t tell me,” Dean muttered, tossing a random credit card to the cashier.

“Car needs an oil change.”

“Oh that’s just freaking great,” Dean turned to the cashier, a frown on his face. “Where’s the nearest car shop, kid?”

“It’s Steve’s Auto Parts, just down Terrace street on the left, but it’s closed right now.”

“Of course it is,” Dean signed. He looked at Sam through his brows before looking back at the kid. “Nearest motel?”

“Now what, we just sit around all night until that damn shop opens in the morning?” Dean said through his teeth, tossing his back on the left bed.

“Well, maybe we can actually get some sleep tonight. Relax, Dean, we’ll be on the road tomorrow before seven.” Sam searched through the restroom for supplies. Motel stops were the time to take things like towels, soap, and other stuff they could throw in Baby’s trunk in case they needed it. Sam sighed, finding nothing in the room except cracked walls and a small slab of used soap. “M’ gonna ask the front desk for some stuff, be right back.” Sam passed flickering hall lights, hearing conversations of guests through the thin walls.

“Good evening, sir, how may I help you?”

“Hi, I just need some stuff for our room, thanks.” The woman at the front desk handed Sam two toothbrushes, some toothpaste, and a couple towels.

“Have a goodnight. Oh, I completely forgot when you checked in.” She reached below the desk, opening a few drawers before handing him a pamphlet. “If you’re looking for some places in town to visit, here's a guide.” The town didn’t often house anyone but locals, not having a large population or many visitors at that. It seemed like everyone knew each other.

Sam nodded, “Thanks, goodnight.”

“Have a great night, sir.”

The next morning the two woke up at six, the motel alarm blaring an ugly, distasteful BEEP-ing sound. They both packed the little they had swiftly, heading out though the creaking door. At the front desk, the same woman from last night stood stock-still; that same fake-looking smile on her face.

“Goodmorning, folks, how may I help you?”

“Just checking out,” Sam put the keys on the desk. She nodded, grabbing the keys, and packing them behind the desk. Suddenly, her face lit up as if she had just remembered a forgotten thought.

“Oh, I completely forgot when you checked in.” She reached below the desk, opening a few drawers before handing him a pamphlet. “If you’re looking for some places in town to visit here's a guide.”

“Oh, thank you, but I already got one last night,” Sam smiled. She stared at Sam blanky.

“Have a great day, sir.” He nodded with tight lips, grabbing Dean’s arm and leading them outside.

“Dude, she said the exact same thing to me last night when I came down for stuff.” Dean shrugged.

“Probably just her regular spiel, you know how those jobs are.” Sam lowered his brows, his gaze on nothing in particular.

“I don’t know, it was just weird…” Dean shrugged, “Who cares as long as we're out of here within an hour.” He focused on the road, more preoccupied with fixing Baby and getting on with the case they were supposed to be working on. A few minutes later, a large, rusted sign reading ‘Steve’s Auto Shop,’ came into view, the blue and red paint chipped away from weather and old age. Dean parked his car and walked hastily inside, Sam on his tail.

“Hey!” They heard someone yelling. Inside, a woman stood at the front of the store, waving her hands frantically in the man’s face. She couldn’t have been much older than Sam. “Dad, this isn’t fucking funny, seriously.” The man stared at her blanky, before looking up at her, as if just registering her face.

“Hey, Honey, how can I help ya? Shouldn’t you be at school, it’s Monday.”

The woman groaned, her hands flying to cover her face in frustration, “Dad, it’s Thursday. Please, I’m begging you, stop this, whatever is going on, please…” Dean got closer and saw tears in her eyes. He approached her tentatively, making his voice known first.

“Hey,” the woman jumped at Dean’s voice, but she quickly looked relieved to see him, though Dean was sure they’d never met. She walked up to them impatiently, looking both of them up and down skeptically. “Are you real? You’re not…from here. You can see me right, hear me?”

“Hey, it’s okay, we’re uh, real. What’s the matter?” Sam said gently, coming closer to her and Dean tentatively. She stared at Sam, then Dean, and sighed a heavy exhale. Dean knew that exhaustion she was feeling, he’d felt the same way before.

“Are you guys visiting?” They both nodded. “How long?” Dean explained how they had come last night and only meant to stop briefly, but was having car troubles. Usually he wouldn't give strangers his life story, especially in his line of work, but this woman was obviously in distress. An odd sort of distress. A, ‘supernatural problem’, sort of distress. She nodded, like she was trying to calm herself down enough to explain what was happening.

“I…I’m going to sound insane.” Sam and Dean gave each other a knowing look. Definitely their type of problem.

“Trust me.” Sam interrupted. “We’ve probably heard weirder.”

“I don’t know…I woke up Monday and everything was normal. Tuesday, I woke up the same alarm, everyone was acting weird, like, repeating the same few things. And Wednesday it was the same, and I thought it would change today, but I feel like I’m going insane. I mean, my own father doesn’t recognize me, no one does. It's like they're all stuck. But I’m not. Heard that kind of crazy?”

Dean laughed, “Actually, yes. Uh, we might be able to help.”

“You’re serious?” She looked up at Dean, like she was finally seeing him, her eyes leering over his intensely green eyes and old brown jacket

Sam nodded, “This might sound even crazier, but we guess this is our buddy. Sounds like we’re dealing with a trickster.”

“So…who are you guys?”

“I’m Dean, this is Sam. We kinda deal with this type of stuff.”

“What? The same day over and over? That kind of thing?”

“Not exactly, but I think we can help. I had to deal with this same thing a couple weeks ago.” She surveyed them once more, finally extending her hand, first to Sam.

She told them her name, and they replied this theirs. “Nice to meet you. Really nice, if you’re who you say you are.” She brushed her hair out of her face, walking outside, the boys following behind her. “That your car?” She asked.

Dean nodded proudly. “Yeah.”

“Nice.” Dean smirked, giving Sam a wink. Sam rolled his eyes, sighing loudly.

“So,” Sam walked closer to you, saying your name, “Has anything crazy, other than this loop, happened yet? Like…someone getting hurt or…dying?”

“What the hell? No,” she stared at Sam with wide eyes.

“Just asking,” Sam said, glad that at least she didn’t have to go through what he went through in his time loop. Dean sighed, not sure how he could get out of this. Last time Sam was stuck in one of these, he wasn’t aware of what was happening. Now the three of them were fully conscious and he still didn’t know what to do.

“We think you’re in a time loop,” Dean finally said behind her shoulder, making her turn her head slightly. Damn, they were tall. And this one was really cute…Jesus, she was stuck in a time loop, or something, and she was undressing this guy with her eyes. Not that he seemed to mind.

Sam cleared his throat loudly and Dean and Y/N looked forward to Sam. “So, are there any odd sort of tourist attractions around here?”

She shook her head, “No.”

The brother looked into space, deep in thought before she decided to show them around, maybe give them ideas of what they could do.

“C’mon, let me show you what I mean.” She walked them through town, the same peoplee from yesterday strolling around town with scarves and coats alike. Suddenly, a hand sprung on Dean’s chest, shoving him to the side, a flower pot breaking where he stood. He looked to the side and saw her. “Sorry!” A woman from the apartment building yelled. Y/N mimicked her, a “sorry!” slipping from her mouth. They kept walking, and she prevented them from walking on the road, despite the crosswalk sign clearly flashing white. A car sped past, a police car following close behind. The boys kept walking, following her into a coffee shop.

“I’m gonna order a matcha, the woman behind me is gonna get a black coffee, and the man after her is gonna get a latte.” She ordered, waiting for her drink next to the boys, the woman behind her ordering a coffee, black, and the man following her ordering a… “Green tea, please.”

“Wait, he…” he winked at her, before looking at Sam and Dean with amusement on his face. Sam was on him in an instant, pulling him around the corner of the shop. “What, doing this to random innocent people, now, huh?” His face turned into a twisted smile that made Y/N’s stomach turn. The man’s face began to shift into a completely different one. He was still a person, but a nonidentical one.

“What the hell…” she backed up near Dean, and he put an arm in front of her space, the other arm reaching slowly for his knife.

The man smiled, “guess again, sweetheart.”

Dean lunged this time, his knife pressed even closer than Sam’s.

“You get her out of this before I end you here, and now.” Sam was next to her now, letting Dean take out his own anger on the trickster. Sam was almost still. The being under dean’s knife had left Sam alone and broken after dean ‘died.’ It was the worst time of his life. Losing Dean had turned him into a monster, and he hadn’t even told Dean everything.

“What did she do to deserve this mess, huh? Fuck with us all you want but she’s not a part of this.”

The man slimed in Dean’s grip. “You’re right. She’s not. I just…well, I got bored! Spun a wheel, of sorts, and landed in this town. Fate may have it that she won my good graces.”

“Get her out of here before I carve that stupid smile right out of your face.”

“No can do, son. I’m having too much f–” Dean’s knife was in the man’s chest instantaneously, twisting like a dreidel before Dean forced it out of him.

A car passed, their brights flashing on the three, and next thing she knew, Y/N woke up in her bed, just as she had the last few days, her clock reading; ‘Tuesday, November 3rd, 2008.’

“Holy shit.” Something stirred on her floor, and before she could properly think, her knife under her pillow was on the figure in an instant.

“Dean?” she had lunged at him, her blade nearly pressing into his throat. “What happened?” Dean looked at her with wide eyes. “This is how you repay me for saving your life?”

Sam, from the other side of her bed, laughed as he stood up. His face was beaming, smiling happily at the clock,“You broke it, Dean. She’s out of it.”

“Oh my god.” She released the knife from her hands, tossing it god knows where in her room before wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

“Thank you,” she breathed, her breath tickling Dean’s neck, making him feel things he’d rather not admit. Dean smiled, helping her stand.

“Anytime, Y/N.” They stared at each other for too long once again, her eyes less shameless than before, causing Sam to speak up.

“We should go…soon. I’ll go get the car. Be back in 30.” She smiled wondrously at Sam, but missed his wink to Dean as he left her room. It wasn’t common that Dean got with girls Sam was a fan of, but he did like Y/N. He’d give them a small slice of time together.

“So. 30 minutes?” Dean said too close to her ear for it to be friendly, smirking and showing his pretty teeth. She nodded, her face heating up.

“The clock’s ticking, Dean. We should get this started.” She grabbed his shoulder with one hand, the other curling in his hair as they fell back on the bed. Maybe Dean wasn’t in such a rush to get to Utah.

#supernatural #supernatural masterlist #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #charlie bradbury #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #fanfiction #supernatural fluff #supernatural angst #supernatural smut #dean winchester x reader smut #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x you

197 notes · View notes

thewnchstrs · 2 months ago

Text

Jus in Bello

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie break into Bela's apartment in order to get the Colt back, but she has tipped off Agent Henriksen to their whereabouts

Disclaimers: blood, death, gunshots, ANGST!!!!!!!

Word Count: 8.5k

A/N: this very well may be one of my favorite parts so far!!!! I hope you love it!!

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Monument, Colorado

The search for Bela took us across the country from where we were in Florida. The three of us filed into the small studio apartment Bobby was sure she was staying in, guns drawn. I closed the door behind us, scanning the area for any sign of her. When we knew the coast was clear, we began the search for the Colt. I dropped to my stomach beside the bed, pushing away lone socks and pairs of shoes, pulling out a cardboard box. I rifled through it, only coming up with fake badges. Sam was going through the drawers of the tv stand while Dean was opening each of the dresser drawers.

"Any sign of it?" I asked, looking up to Sam and Dean as I shoved the box back under the bed.

Sam slammed shut an empty safe. "Nothing. Are you sure this is Bela’s room?"

Dean turned to us, a blonde wig in one hand and a red one in the other. "I’d say so."

The landline on the unmade bed began to ring. We looked to each other, unsure whether or not to answer it considering we did just break in. I stood from the floor, slowly lifting the phone off the stand and brought the receiver to my ear. “Hello?”

"Ellie?” Bela’s voice came through the other end. I rolled my eyes. “Sweetie, are you there?"

I clenched my jaw, "Where are you?"

"Two states away by now."

"Where?"

I could tell she was smirking as she spoke, "Where’s our usual quippy banter? I miss it."

"I want it back, Bela…now,” I said, gripping the phone. Our life was so much easier before she sauntered into it. Dean ran an annoyed hand through his hair as Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance at the situation.

"Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry, I can’t at the moment."

"You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?"

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"

The answer seemed obvious to me: "Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder."

"You know nothing about me."

"I know I’m gonna stop you."

"Tough words for someone who can’t even find me."

I smirked, "Oh, I’ll find you. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down."

"That’s where you’re wrong. You’re about to be quite occupied.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Did you really think I wouldn’t take precautions?"

Before I could ask any questions, the door to the apartment was swiftly kicked down as six armed officers in bullet proof vests and guns blazing swarmed around us. "Hands in the air! Drop your weapons!”

I dropped the phone and my gun onto the bed, our hands flying into the air. I shook my head, "That bitch.”

“Down on the ground, now!” They shouted. Sam, Dean and I dropped to our knees as two officers flanked each of us and pushed us flat to the floor. One kept their guns trained at our backs while the other yanked our wrists behind us, securing them tightly with handcuffs.

"Sam, Dean, and Ellie Winchester, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” one of the officers recited. I winced at the pressure of the cuffs. Another pair of feet came into the room. His shoes were black, polished so neatly I could almost see my reflection in them. “You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed to you."

Sam, Dean and I glanced upward to the FBI agent hovering over us. He looked familiar. I wracked my brain for where I knew him from. It didn’t take long to realize that this was the same agent who’d responded to the bank robbery in Milwaukee last year, where the shapeshifters were wearing our skin. The same one that was hell-bent on putting us away forever.

"Hi guys,” Agent Henriksen greeted. “It’s been a while."

The three of us glanced at each other. We are so incredibly fucked.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Agent Henriksen’s POV

"So did you get them?" The Sheriff asked immediately as I came through the small station.

"Where is everyone? I asked for all your men,” I said. He was lucky we caught them off guard, because if the Winchesters had gotten away again, the Sheriff’s head would be on a stick.

"And you got them. They went with you on the raid."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "Six men? That’s all?"

"Everyone I could drum up with an hour’s notice. We’re a small town, Agent Henriksen."

I shook my head, moving past him toward the row of cells just around the corner. The biggest one was being occupied by a disheveled man asleep on a cot. The Sheriff and one of his officers followed close behind. I pointed to the man in the cell, "What’s he in for?"

"Drunk and disorderly."

I held out my hand, "Keys. Now."

The officer behind the Sheriff immediately gave them up. The Sheriff’s eyes widened as I entered the cell, "What are you doing?"

I grabbed the man by the back of his tattered jacket, pulling him to his feet, "It is your lucky night, sir. You're free to go."

"What the hell are you doing?" The Sheriff asked incredulously as I walked the man out the back door. "Agent Henriksen, you can’t just release my prisoners...Agent Henriksen!"

I whipped around, startling him, "Look, I get it…you’re Mayberry P.D."

He narrowed his eyes, "Excuse me?"

"And this isn’t how I’d do it if I had my choice. But a tip’s a tip and we had to move fast."

"Look, Agent, this ain’t my first rodeo-"

"No," I stopped him right there. There was nothing this small-town sheriff has seen that could even come close to these monsters. "You’ve never been to a rodeo like this before. You have any idea who we’re about to bring in here?"

"Yeah, a couple of fugitives."

"The most dangerous criminals you’ve ever laid your eyes on,” I corrected, making the Sheriff's face twitch slightly. “Think Hannibal Lecter and his half-wit little siblings. Do you know what these guys do for kicks? Dig up graves and mutilate corpses. They’re not just killers, Sheriff. They’re Satan-worshipping, nutbag killers. So work with me here. I’ll get them out of your hair and on their way to Supermax and you’ll be home in enough time to watch the farm report."

The Sheriff’s jaw twitched as he spoke through gritted teeth, "However we can help."

I nodded once, motioning to the six officers that helped arrest the Winchesters. "Those men of yours…post them at the exits."

"Yes sir,” the Sheriff said, begrudgingly.

I clicked on the walkie on my chest, "Reidy?"

"Yeah, Vic?"

"Bring them in. We’re as ready as we’re gonna be."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Ellie’s POV

The double doors to the Sheriff’s station parted as Sam, Dean and I shuffled forward, doing the best we could not to trip over the chains wrapped tightly around our ankles. I tried to keep up with their longer strides, the chain connecting us clinking loudly against the linoleum floor. As we rounded the corner, we were faced with a row of cubicles, two officers, the Sheriff, Agent Henriksen, and a secretary who watched us.

"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean remarked. I glanced at the secretary who wouldn’t meet our gaze. The plaque on her desk read Nancy Fitzgerald. She reached for the rosary next to her. One of the officers pushed us forward. "Hey! Watch the merchandise!”

Sam looked to the secretary as we passed her desk, “We’re not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

The officers led us around another corner where a large cell door was open. We shuffled inside, turning as the door slammed shut behind us. We all turned in three separate directions, forgetting the chain connected us when it suddenly ran out slack. We lurched forward. I caught myself against the cell bars, looking over my shoulder, “Oh, this is gonna piss me off.”

"Alright, alright. Sit?" Dean suggested. We all came to the singular bed, twisting around each other in an attempt to untangle ourselves but it was no use. We flopped down onto the thin cot, sighing. "How we gonna Houdini out of this one?"

"Good question,” Sam said, rubbing at the raw skin around his wrists from the cuffs.

I leaned against the cinderblock wall behind me, trying to get some air after having been shoulder to shoulder with Sam and Dean for the hour ride over here. I glanced out of the cell where I could hear Henriksen on the phone. I narrowed my eyes as I strained to listen. “He’s saying something about a helicopter.”

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah, they’re not taking any chances this time.”

It didn’t take long before Henriksen found his way to our cell, resting his hands around the bars. We watched him in silence. "You know what I’m trying to decide?"

"I don’t know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean quipped.

Henriksen ignored him. "What to have for dinner tonight. Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains…"

"You kinky son of a bitch. We don’t swing that way,” Dean smirked. "You know, I wouldn’t bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn’t catch us at the bank, couldn’t keep us in that jail..."

Henriksen nodded, "You’re right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn’t count on you being that smart…but now I’m ready."

"Yeah, ready to lose us again?" Sam asked, glaring at the agent.

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada 'til trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so small that, between you and me…is probably unconstitutional,” he threatened. I had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing. “How’s that for ready? Take a good look at one another because you three will never see each other again.”

I could tell Dean was nervous although he would never show it outright. Henriksen clicked his tongue, "Aw. Where’s that smug smile, Dean? I wanna see it."

I scoffed, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe this was happening. "You got the wrong people."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Ellie. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That’s all. That’s reality."

I sat up, bearing my eyes into his skull. Sam and Dean straightened up, too. I clenched my fists, feeling them cut into the metal of the cuffs. "Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth?"

"Well, guess what? Life sucks, get a helmet ‘cause everybody’s got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer,” he said. The whirring sound of helicopter blades filled the room. We looked up to the small window at the top of the cell. Henriksen smirked. “And now I have three less to worry about…Mm. It’s surf and turf time."

Henriksen sauntered away from the cell, laughing. I almost expected him to start skipping. I blew out a breath, letting my head hang before looking to the two of them.

“Either of you bring your parachutes? Because that’s the only way I think we’re getting out of this one.” I stood from the cot, crossing the length of the small cell, feeling the restraint of the chains on my ankles. “What’s the plan?”

Sam shook his head, “I’ve got nothing.”

I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth. “Only a few months left and I’ll be spending them in prison. Hey, but maybe I’ll be able to skip out on the electric chair.”

Sam and Dean glanced sideways at each other. I narrowed my eyes at them when footsteps rounded the corner. The door leading out to the office space was shut behind them, followed by a deep voice, "Sam, Dean, and Ellie Winchester.” The man stopped in front of the cell, hands on his hips as he surveyed us. “I’m Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."

"Well, glad one of us feels that way,” Dean muttered.

"I’ve been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork.” Then, Groves pulled a gun seemingly out of nowhere and slid it through the bars of the cell and fired round after round. I felt the first bullet before I saw it, pain exploding up my thigh as I dropped to the cell floor, scurrying backward away from the gun. I nearly screamed in pain as my ankle caught on the tension of the chain and forced the bottom half of my leg away from the bullet in my thigh. Blood seeped through my fingers as I held the wound. Sam and Dean were instantly on their feet, yanking Groves’ arm into the cell in an attempt to disarm him. The rounds continued to fire off, hitting the cinderblock behind us. I ducked my head as chunks of the wall exploded.

Through the commotion I could hear Sam start reciting an exorcism, making Groves’ head thrash back and forth. I moved my arm away from my face, watching as the agent’s eyes pooled to black. "Sorry, kids. I've gotta cut this short. It’s gonna be a long night."

The black smoke flew from the man’s mouth and up out of the building through the air vents above us. I struggled to my feet, pulling myself up with the support of the bars. The agent dropped to the ground on his back. Our luck was increasingly getting worse when the Sheriff and Henriksen burst through the sliding door, guns drawn and yelling at Sam, "Alright, put the gun down!"

"Wait. Okay. Wait!” Sam said frantically, holding the gun out on flat palms.

"He shot him!" The sheriff shouted, pointing his gun at Sam.

"He didn’t shoot him,“ Dean shouted back, eyes wild as he looked from the cops to Sam.

"Get on your knees, now!" Henriksen yelled.

Sam dropped the gun to the ground, passing it under the cell door as we dropped to our knees. My leg screamed in pain around the bullet still lodged inside. Without my hand to hold the wound it bled freely, coating my jeans and dripping onto the cement floor in a puddle. We put our hands in the air. I felt my blood roll in rivulets down my palm to my arm and under the sleeve of my jacket.

“Okay, okay, okay. Don’t shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here,” Sam said quickly. “We didn’t shoot him. Check the body. There’s no blood. We did not kill him!”

Henriksen’s partner, Agent Reidy kneeled down next to Groves’ body, looking for any visible gunshot wounds but of course, there weren’t any. "Vic, there’s no bullet wound."

"He’s probably been dead for months,” Dean said, glancing back at me and down to the blood pluming over my jeans.

"What did you do to him?" Henriksen demanded.

"We didn’t do anything.”

"Talk or I shoot."

"You won’t believe us,” I said, feeling dizzy already. I held onto the bar next to me. "He was possessed."

Henriksen scoffed, still holding his gun out at us. "Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We’re taking them out of here now."

"Yeah! Do that!" Dean shouted.

Reidy brought his walkie to his mouth, "Bill? Bill, are you there?"

Only static came through the walkie. Reidy stood from where he was beside Groves and left the room. Henriksen and the Sheriff kept their weapons on us until Reidy’s voice came over the walkie again, "They’re dead. I think they’re all dead-” An ear-splitting explosion came from outside, a flash of orange light filled the room.

“What the hell was that?!” Henriksen yelled, dropping his gun as he tried to get hold of his partner. “Reidy? Reidy?!"

In an instant, Henriksen and the Sheriff ran from the room and chaos erupted. Sam and Dean rose to their feet. Sam came quickly around to me, helping me to my feet and to the bed. I sat back against the wall, huffing as I heaved my leg up. Dean shed his jacket and slid it under my thigh, bringing it up to tie just above the wound. He crossed the sleeves, glanced at me in apology before quickly tightening it around my thigh. More blood spilled out, warming the rest of my skin. I groaned, banging my head against the wall behind me.

“Sorry,” Dean apologized as he knotted the sleeves again. A makeshift tourniquet. The dim lights above us flickered before completely blinking out, swimming us in darkness.

“That can’t be good,” Sam said. Whatever was trying to get in wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Shouting continued out in the front of the station. They were all in full panic mode until Henriksen shouted something at them, instantly quieting the room.

"What’s the plan?” A voice said suddenly, appearing at the cell door. Henriksen. “Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at him, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about your psycho friends. I’m talking about a blood bath!"

"Okay, I promise you – whoever’s out there? They're not here to help us."

"Look, you gotta believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger,” Sam tried. "Why don’t you let us out of here so we can save your asses?"

"From what?” Henriksen asked but stopped himself, shaking his head in frustration. “You gonna say 'demons'? Don’t you dare say 'demons'. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me."

We watched as Henriksen rounded the corner again. Sam turned back to me, “How’s the leg?”

"It’s awesome,” I said through gritted teeth. “Any bright ideas?"

Dean looked around the cell as if an answer were hidden somewhere around our heads when he paused, nodding across the cell toward a figure who was seemingly spying on us. It was Nancy, the secretary.

Sam stood from the bed, gesturing toward her, "Hey, please. Please. We need your help. It’s Nancy, right?” The woman nodded. She had to be in her mid twenties but looked like a scared child. “Nancy, my sister’s been shot. She’s…she’s bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please?”

Nancy hesitated, not moving from behind the wall. Dean stood beside Sam, lowering his voice into a softer tone, “Look at us. We’re not the bad guys. I swear."

Nancy contemplated it before turning away. I sighed, "Nice try." I looked back down at my leg, using part of Dean’s jacket to press down on it, soaking up the blood. When I looked back up, Nancy had reappeared, towel in hand.

Sam stepped forward as Nancy took a tentative step toward him. His hands were held up non-threateningly. "Thank you."

Nancy came closer, smiling softly as she slowly passed the towel through the bars. Sam quickly grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her body against the cell. She screamed, an officer sprinting in behind her, shotgun at the ready.

"Let her go! Let her go!"

Sam quickly let go of her. I sat up straighter, watching with wide eyes. The officer looked behind at Nancy who had rushed toward the exit, "You okay, Nance?” She nodded quickly. The officer looked back at Sam, the shotgun still trained on him. “Try something again, get shot. And not in the leg."

The officer backed out of the room, taking Nancy with him. Dean slapped Sam on the arm. "What the hell was that?" Sam turned to us, holding up Nancy’s beaded rosary.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It felt like hours as we sat in our cell, waiting for something to happen so Henriksen would have no choice but to let us out.

"We’re like sitting ducks in here,” Sam muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, I know,” Dean said. “Would it kill these cops to bring us a snack?!"

I turned the towel over to a dry spot, worried about how much blood I was losing. "How many you figure are out there?"

"Don’t know. But however many there are, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in,” Sam pointed out.

"It's kind of wild, right? I mean it’s like they’re coming for us. They’ve never done that before. It’s like we got a contract on us,” Dean said before smirking at us. “Think it’s because we’re so awesome? I think it’s ‘cause we’re so awesome."

He continued to smile at us but dropped it as Sam and I stared back, unamused. The sound of footsteps made us turn to the hallway where the Sheriff came to a stop outside the cell, unclipping a key ring from his belt. "Well, howdy there, Sheriff."

He ignored Dean as he unlocked the cell, sliding the door open. The three of us stood. "Uh, Sheriff?"

"It’s time to go, kids."

"Um…you know what? We’re – we're just comfy right here. But thank you,” I said. We took a step back as the Sheriff came deeper into the cell.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Henriksen shouted.

The Sheriff turned to him, "We’re not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We’re gonna make a run for it."

"It’s safer here."

"There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder."

"We’re not going anywhere!”

"The hell we’re not-"

Henriksen raised his gun and blew the Sheriffs head off, making him crumple to the floor. Sam and Dean tackled Henriksen, effectively knocking the gun from his hands. Sam grabbed him under one arm and Dean grabbed the other, dropping him to the ground in front of the toilet in the corner of the cell. I quickly scooped the fallen gun into my hand as the rest of the officers, and Nancy, crowded into the room.

"Stay back!" I shouted at them, gun aimed at the group. They all came to a halt. I looked over my shoulder to where Sam was reciting an exorcism, shoving Henriksen’s head deeper into the water we had blessed with Nancy's rosary.

Henriksen’s head came up from the water, sizzling as the demon inside him screamed. I frantically looked back to the group in front of me who looked horrified. "Hurry up!"

"It’s too late,” the demon inside Henriksen said. His eyes were pools of black. “I already called them. They’re coming."

Dean shoved his head back into the water as Sam recited the exorcism even faster. I gripped the gun, watching the officers ahead of me when Henriksen’s head flew backwards and the black smoke escaped his mouth. Nancy and the officers ducked low as they watched the smoke disappear through the air vents, just like the demon inside Groves had. Finally, Henriksen fell sideways onto the floor and all was quiet again. Sam and Dean fell backwards onto the floor, panting. It’s not easy trying to keep a demon that still for so long.

“Is he…is he dead?" Nancy whispered. It was the first we’d heard from her.

It didn’t take long before Henriksen began coughing, sitting straight up and looking around the room at us. "Henriksen! Is that you in there?"

Henriksen pulled himself onto the cot, his face soaked. He looked like he was in shock. He looked down at the man on the cell floor. "I…I shot the Sheriff."

"But you didn't shoot the deputy,” Dean cracked, unable to hide his smile. Sam and I shot him a look.

"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…"

"Let me guess,” I said. Henriksen’s eyes flicked to mine. “Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat? You were possessed."

He looked like he was weighing whether or not to believe me. "Possessed, like…possessed?"

"That’s what it feels like. Now you know,” I said, reluctantly handing him his gun back. I rested back against the bars.

"I owe the biggest ‘I told you so’ ever,” Dean said.

Henriksen didn’t look like putting up a fight. He looked to one of the officers behind him. "Officer Amici. Keys.” Officer Amici handed them over and Henriksen made quick work of freeing us. "Alright, so how do we survive?"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

While Sam spray-painted devil’s traps in front of every door in the station and Dean looked over a map of the building, I sat pant-less in a cubicle with my leg propped up on a chair as I dug around for the bullet in my leg. Officer Amici offered to pin up a blanket to give me some privacy to which I gratefully accepted. I bit down on one of the new towels Nancy brought me until my tweezers found the hard metal. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands trembling as I pulled it free, holding it up under the moonlight. I panted, dropping it into the trashcan next to me.

“Everything okay in there?” Sam called from the other side of the blanket.

I immediately got started on my stitches so I didn’t lose anymore blood. I spit the towel out of my mouth and onto the floor. “Almost done.”

I heard Henriksen and Amici return from the back of the station. I peeked around the blanket, watching as they dropped armfuls of guns onto the table.

"Well, that’s nice. It’s not gonna do much good,” Dean said.

Amici furrowed his brows, gesturing to the weapons. “We got an arsenal here."

"You don’t poke a bear with BB gun. That’s just gonna make them mad."

Henriksen put his hands on his hips. "What do you need?"

"Salt. Lots and lots of salt,” Dean said. There was a beat of silence.

"Salt?"

"What, is there an echo in here?"

"There’s road salt in the storeroom,” Nancy said this time.

"Perfect. Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door."

I could hear two sets of feet leaving the room. I squinted in the dark, piercing the needle through my skin again. One stitch left. I quickly finished the last suture, tying the end of it into a knot. I let out a shaky breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. I pulled my jeans back on, wincing as the denim dragged across the fresh stitches.

I pulled the blanket down, limping to the table where Dean was standing next to Nancy, the two of them examining the blueprint of the building in front of them.

"Hey," Dean said, looking to me. He glanced down at my leg. "How you holding up?"

"Better," I said truthfully. I handed Nancy back the blanket and first aid kit. "You doing okay, Nancy?"

She tore her eyes from my bloody hands and looked up at me, nodding. "I'm okay. When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the Devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?"

I smiled softly at this. Behind me, Amici and Henriksen came back into the room, bags of salt in hand.

"Hey, where's my car?" Dean asked Amici.

"Impound lot out back," he said before pausing. "Wait. You’re not going out there?"

"Yeah, I gotta get something out of my trunk."

"Your funeral," Amici said.

I grabbed Dean by his arm. "Be careful."

Dean nodded once as I watched him jog toward the back of the station toward the impound lot. I grabbed one of the large bags of salt, helping Amici, Henriksen, and Nancy salt every door in window in the place.

As we finished up, I came to a stop beside Sam who stood from the devil's trap he had just finished spraying on the floor. "Do you think it'll be enough?"

Sam looked unsure. "It'll have to be."

The ground beneath our feet suddenly began to rumble, the streetlights outside flickering wildly. The back door Dean had left through just minutes ago was thrown open. He ran through it, full duffle bag slung over his shoulder, shouting, "They’re coming! Hurry!"

We all congregated into the offices. We could see the plume of black demonic smoke encircling the police station, blocking out every inch of light from the outside. The rumbling continued, shaking the floor beneath our feet. Tables were shaking, files and papers flying off of surfaces, coffee mugs shattering on the floor, and then suddenly, it was over. The smoke rolled away from the windows, the shaking stopped. My eyes darted over the windows, knowing that was just the beginning.

"Everybody okay?" Sam called out.

Henriksen slowly stood. “Define ‘okay’.”

Dean rifled through his duffle bag, pulling out a ziplock that contained necklaces made from dollar store yarn and an anti-possession amulet hanging off of it. He passed them out to Amici, Nancy and Henriksen. "Alright, everybody needs to put these on. They’ll keep you from being possessed."

"What about you guys?" Nancy asked as she slid hers over her head.

Sam and Dean pulled down the collars of their shirts to reveal the symbol we'd had tattooed. I rolled my eyes, pulling my collar down, too.

"Smart," Henriksen said. "How long you had those?"

I let go of my shirt. "Not long enough."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I'd never felt more useless than sitting inside that station with no solid plan on how we were going to get these people to safety.

"Hey, that’s Jenna Rubner," Nancy said as she looked out the window to the growing group of demons outside. The woman stepped forward, her eyes black as coal.

"That’s not Jenna anymore," I said. It was important for her to know that upfront.

Nancy looked to me, "That’s where all that black demon smoke went?"

"Looks like."

There was a beat of silence before Henriksen spoke. He and Dean were sitting around a table, filling shotgun shells with the rock salt and loading them into the guns. "Shotgun shells full of salt."

"Whatever works," Dean said, pumping the gun.

"Fighting off monsters with condiments," Henriksen mumbled under his breath. "So. Turns out demons are real."

"FYI, ghosts are real too. So are werewolves, vampires, changelings, evil clowns that eat people," Sam listed.

Henriksen, to his own credit, was taking this news remarkably well. "Okay then."

"If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot’s a hoax."

"It doesn’t," he said. "How many demons?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Total? No clue. A lot."

Another beat of silence passed. Henriksen placed the shotgun on the bench beside him. "You know what my job is?"

"You mean besides locking up the good guys? I have no idea," I said.

"My job is boring, it’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save...a few people. Maybe. That’s the payoff. I’ve been busting my ass for fifteen years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there’s something off in the corner so big. So yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life."

Dean watched him. "You didn't know."

"Now I do," Henriksen countered. "What’s out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?"

I wish I could confidently say we could. I looked to Sam, and then to Dean. "Honestly? I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin’."

Henriksen nodded, "Plus you got nothing to go home to but each other."

Dean shrugged, "Yeah. What about you? You rockin’ the white picket fence?"

"Mmm-hmm. Empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives. I’m right where you are."

Dean raised his eyebrows at the irony of it all. "Imagine that."

The sound of shattering glass made the four of us look up toward one of the back offices. We raced toward the sound, rounding into the room. The window was shattered from the outside, glass littering the floor. But, that wasn't the only thing. I limped in behind them, side-stepping Sam. Henriksen held up his shotgun. "How do we kill her?"

"We don’t," Sam said, pushing Henriksen's gun down.

Henriksen looked at him, confused, "She’s a demon."

"She’s here to help us."

Ruby stood to her full height, her chest rising and falling heavily. Glass littered her hair, her face was bleeding. I glanced at the window, noticing the broken salt line. I groaned, looking to Dean who was just as annoyed to see Ruby as I was. We couldn't seem to shake her.

"Are you gonna let me out?" She asked Sam, referring to the devil's trap she had landed in. Sam leaned down, using the blade of his knife to scratch a line through the paint.

"And they say chivalry’s dead," she said as she brushed the glass from her hair and stepped out of the circle. "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." She brushed past us as she left the room, leaning against one of the desks.

"How many are out there?" Dean asked as we all followed her.

"Thirty at least. That’s so far."

"Oh, good. Thirty. Thirty hit men all gunning for us," I said. "Who sent them?"

Ruby narrowed her eyes, turning to look at Sam. "You didn’t tell them?" Dean and I furrowed our eyebrows, throwing Sam a questioning look. "Oh, I’m surprised."

"Tell us what?" Dean pressed, looking a Sam who was definitely guilty of something.

"Oh, don't act like he's the only one keeping secrets, Dean," Ruby scolded. I looked to Dean this time who clenched his jaw. My eyes bounced between him and Sam, suddenly feeling like an outsider.

"There’s a big new up and comer," Ruby said. "Real pied piper."

"Who is he?"

"Not he. Her," Ruby corrected. "Her name is Lilith, and she really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition."

I looked to Sam who hadn't said a word. "You knew about this?" I threw a look over my shoulder to Dean. "And what the hell are you not telling us?"

It was a momentary glance, one that I may have missed if I hadn't been paying attention. Dean's eyes flicked to Sam's before quickly coming back to mine. I looked over my shoulder to Sam. I realized it wasn't what Dean hadn't told Sam and I, it's what they were both keeping from me.

"How about the three of you talk about this later," Ruby said. My eyes lingered on the two of them. "We’ll need the Colt. Where’s the Colt?"

I tore my eyes from Dean's. "It got stolen."

Ruby stood up from the desk, a stunned look on her face. "I’m sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands!" She scoffed. "Fantastic. This is just peachy…"

"Ruby…"

"Shut up!" She yelled at Sam. She took two deep breaths. When she spoke again, her voice was much lower. "Fine. Since I don’t see that there’s another option...there’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive."

"What’s that?" Dean asked.

"I know a spell. It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful," she scolded. "How’s that for a dying wish?"

"What do we need to do?" Dean asked. I couldn't keep my mind from racing as I looked at him or Sam. I wanted to pry them for the truth but knew it wasn't the time.

Ruby leaned back against the desk again. "Aww…you can’t do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue."

Dean raised his arms, "I got virtue."

"Nice try. You’re not a virgin."

Dean chuckled humorlessly, "Nobody’s a virgin." Ruby's eyes slowly made her way behind Dean to where Nancy stood against the wall, her arms crossed tight over her chest. Dean followed her gaze and wrinkled his eyebrows. "No. No way. You’re kidding me, r–. You’re…"

"What? It’s a choice, okay?" Nancy said defensively, not meeting anyone's surprised looks.

Dean raised his eyebrows in genuine shock. "So, y-you’ve never…not even once? I mean not even – Wow."

"So, this spell," Nancy started, changing the subject. "What can I do?"

Ruby sauntered toward her. "You can hold still...while I cut your heart out of your chest."

"What?-" Nancy breathed out.

"Are you crazy?" I said, eyes wide.

"I’m offering a solution."

"You’re offering to kill somebody!”

Ruby turned to me, "And what do you think’s gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?"

"We’re gonna protect her. That’s what," Henriksen chimed in.

"Excuse me," Nancy said in a quite voice.

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Very noble."

"Ex– excuse me."

"You’re all gonna die! Look. This is the only way."

Dean shook his head, "There’s no way that you’re gonna—"

"Would everybody please shut up?!" Nancy shouted, the room falling into silence. "All the people out there…will it save them?"

"It’ll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay...yeah," Ruby confirmed.

Nancy thought about it for only a second, "I’ll do it."

"Hell no," Henriksen interjected.

"All my friends are out there."

"We don't sacrifice people! We do that, we’re no better than them," Henriksen said. I glanced over my shoulder at him. I never thought I'd see the day where we saw eye to eye.

"We don’t have a choice," Ruby countered.

"Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice," I said.

Ruby looked across the room to the one person who hadn't spoken up yet. "Sam, you know I’m right."

"Sam?" I said, turning to him, ready for him to jump in at any second to save this girl from an unnecessarily gruesome end. However, Sam remained silent as if he were actually contemplating it. Anger and confusion boiled in my chest. "What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her!"

"It’s my decision," Nancy said.

Ruby smirked. "Damn straight, cherry pie."

"Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins," Dean shouted. "Sam, I need to talk to you."

I followed behind them, limping quickly to keep up. Dean turned in the hallway, looking at him. "Please tell me you’re not actually considering this. We’re talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart."

"And we’re also talking about thirty people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here."

I couldn't push away the memory of Yellow-Eyes' words in my head. What if what you brought back is not 100%, pure, Sam? "It doesn’t mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans! I’m not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn’t even been laid." My chest was rising and falling quickly. "I mean, look, if that’s how you win wars, then I don’t want to win."

Sam looked to Dean as if for help to win this non-existent argument. Dean continued to watch Sam. "She's right. Nobody else, except those demons outside, are dying tonight."

Sam clenched his jaw. "Then what? What do we do?"

I opened and closed my mouth. It was a plan I hadn't exactly completely thought through, but it was the only one I kept coming back to. "I got a plan. I’m not saying it's a good one. I’m not even saying that it’ll work. But it sure as hell beats killing a virgin."

"What’s the plan?" Dean asked.

I wasn't sure if it was my deal hanging over my head, or the desperation to not have to rip out a girl's heart. I knew the plan was reckless, yet I couldn't find it in me to care. "Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Get the equipment to work?" Dean asked as Sam came back into the room after he'd set up our quickly thrown together trap.

"Yeah."

"So?" I prodded.

"So this is insane," Sam muttered under his breath.

"You win 'understatement of the year'," Ruby said.

"Look, I get it, you think—"

"I don’t think…I know it’s not gonna work," she retorted, cutting Dean off. "So long, Winchesters."

Sam watched her. "So you’re just gonna leave?"

Ruby turned back abruptly. "Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you lose. And I’m disappointed because I tried. I really did, but clearly I bet on the wrong horse." I glanced at Sam who was watching her with regret. "Do you mind letting me out?"

Sam followed Ruby as he led her to the front doors, breaking the salt line and scratching the devil's trap open. I looked to the rest of the group, nodding to them. It was time.

We took to our designated locations, strapped with rounds of rock salt. I stood in front of the double doors leading out to the impound lot, waiting for the signal.

"All set?" I heard Dean call out.

"Yeah!" Sam called, followed by Amici and Henriksen.

"Ready!" I called. I leaned down, using my blade to scratch a line out of the trap before using my foot to wipe the salt line away. I swung the doors open, throwing down the door stop. I sighed, glancing around the currently empty back alley. "Let’s do this."

I stepped back, my hands gripping the shotgun. It felt like forever before the first shot rang out through the station and then they kept on coming. I looked over my shoulder and when I looked back, two were already swarming the door ahead of me. I shot at both of them, knocking them backward and onto the ground. I forgot how goddamn fast demons were.

Another one sprinted into the hallway, I stumbled backward, shooting that one down too. Two more followed suit and then a whole herd of them. My heart sank, hearing the chaos already ensuing in the station behind me. We’re outnumbered, horribly outnumbered. I was able to shoot three of them down when my gun suddenly jammed. My eyes widened as the swarm of them got larger as they ran inside. One demon caught my eye, a burly man who ran straight at me, knocking the wind out of me as he tackled me to the floor. I gasped as he brought the shotgun up under my neck, pressing down hard and cutting off my airways. I groaned, trying to push against him but he was so much stronger than I was. I thought for sure he was going to kill me right there when a loud shot rang out and the man's body fell limp over me. I quickly pushed the demon off of me, coughing as I struggled to my feet. I looked at the end of the hall where Nancy stood, shotgun shaking in her hands.

"Thanks," I panted. She was obviously shaken. I took the gun from her. She was supposed to be outside, salting the doors to make sure no demon could escape. I lead her out to the alley, shoving the salt into her hands. "Trust me, it's safer out here. Go!"

She nodded quickly as I shut the door on her. Demons were now freely flowing into the station through the back door. From the looks of it, it seemed like none of us were able to control the flow of them. I ran as fast as I could toward the middle of the station where numerous fights had broken out. Dean had just blown away a demon coming straight for Henriksen, Amici shot down one rounding the corner from the cells. Sam was in a headlock of one. I quickly raised the gun, pumping the demon full of rock salt straight to the head. Sam stumbled forward, scooping up his gun and began shooting at surrounding targets.

I turned in a circle, shooting as many of them as I could. I felt at my chest where my strap of extra ammo was attached. I had been so mindlessly shooting before realizing I was completely out as a demon slid to a stop in front of me, smirking. I threw the gun aside, pulling out my holy water. I flung it at him, making his skin sizzle. It wouldn't kill him, but it would buy me some time. I looked around, realizing the rest of them were in the same boat I was.

The room suddenly became eerily quiet. I looked to my right where Sam and Dean stood. We were surrounded by demons. One of them in the back, the one Nancy had identified as once being Jenna Rupbner, stood. The demons parted, letting her through as she stopped in front of us. Quickly, she raised her hand, sending Sam, Dean and I flying through the air and connecting harshly with the brick wall behind us with a loud thud. The pressure on my chest holding me to the wall felt like it was going to break every bone in my body. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I swore I could hear the brick crack behind me.

"Henriksen, now!" Dean shouted. Instantly, Sam's voice came over the station's loudspeakers. He was reciting an exorcism.

The demons instantly looked up in horror, grabbing at their ears as they screamed in pain as the tape continued. We watched as they scrambled, running to any window or door in an attempt to escape but it was no use. As the taped neared its end, black smoke filled the small station and one by one, the bodies fell to the floor. Still being pinned to the wall, we had no choice but to watch as the dark smoke cloud spun quickly above us, brief flashes of purple light like lightening filled the room. Suddenly, the smoke became orange, bursting in a ball of light as the tape ended. I turned my face away as best I could, only opening my eyes when the room fell into silence. Instantly, Sam, Dean and I dropped to the floor in a heap. I groaned, wincing at the pain. We slowly climbed to our feet as Henriksen came into the room, beat up, but alive.

Then, the electricity whirred back to life, illuminating the people on the ground that'd been possessed. They slowly began to stir, sitting upright. I let out a breath of relief.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Nancy and Amici led the civilians outside to where an ambulance was parked, its red lights flashing. Henriksen came up to us, handing in his shotgun. "I better call in. Hell of a story I won’t be telling."

"So what are you gonna tell them?" Sam asked.

"The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes."

Dean laughed lightly. "Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?"

"I’m gonna kill you," Henriksen said. My eyebrows shot up. "Sam, Dean, and Ellie Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can’t even identify them with dental records. Rest in peace, guys."

Agent Henriksen held out his hand for each of us to shake. I took it in mine. "Thank you."

He nodded once. "Now get out of here."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

While my body was ready to drop dead on my mattress, my mind was doing cartwheels as we entered the motel room. We'd barely set our things down before I turned to them, arms crossed. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Ellie," Dean began, shaking his head as he let his duffle bag drop to the floor at his feet.

"No," I dismissed quickly. Sam was sat at the end of our bed, watching us. "Now I don't know what the hell is going on here, with- with Sam keeping secrets between him and Ruby and- and both of you keeping secrets from me." I paused, my heart pounded. "I knew something was off. What the fuck is going on?"

A moment of silence passed before Dean spared a glance at Sam, a look I couldn’t quite place when suddenly, the scattered pieces of my brain clicked together in horrifying realization. My stomach plummeted into my shoes.

“What did you do?” I breathed out, narrowing my eyes at Dean. It was in the way he couldn’t meet my gaze, the way he opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words to say, did I find my answer.

I took another step toward him, anger, fear and pain bubbling in my chest as I suddenly reached out and pushed him backwards by his chest, unable to contain the gravity of the situation. “What did you do!?”

Dean stumbled back a few steps. Now he was finally looking me in the eyes. “It was my turn to do the saving for once.”

I recoiled at his words. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Demons weren’t too happy with me when they found out what I did…killing Yellow Eyes,” he said, his words intended to lighten the mood but his tone was strained. “I…I got you out of your deal, Ellie.”

I slowly began shaking my head in disbelief as my worst fears were confirmed. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. “How could you?”

“What do you mean-”

“It’s supposed to be me,” I said, pointing to the middle of my chest. “I did this to save Sam not for someone else to take my place!”

“I did this to save you.”

“Maybe I didn’t want you to!” I shot back, my chest rising and falling quickly. But it was a lie. I didn’t want to die, but not if it meant someone else was going in my place and especially if it was him or Sam. I felt like I was spinning out of control, unable to grab onto anything.

I looked to Sam who was sitting quietly on the bed, his hands in his lap. I narrowed my eyes at him. Suddenly, every private conversation, every sideways glance between the two of them came rushing back. “Did you know about this?” He remained quiet. I knew the answer right then, but I wanted to hear it from him. “Did you know!?”

Sam looked up at me guiltily, “We were trying to protect you.”

I nodded in disbelief. I ran my hands through my hair, turning away from the two of them, willing my tears to stay at bay and failing miserably.

“I’m not sorry, Ellie,” Dean said. I turned back to him, willing my chin to stop trembling at the sight of my brother who had proven time and time again that he’d do absolutely anything for me. That didn’t change even now, in the face of death. “I couldn’t let you go…I couldn’t do it.”

“And now what?” I whispered. “What am I supposed to do without you?”

Dean’s eyes softened. He opened his mouth just as the door to the motel swung open followed by Ruby. "Turn on the news."

"Now is not the time, Ruby," Sam said. I quickly wiped my tears off my cheeks.

"You need to see this," she said, concern lacing her voice in a way I never heard before. I looked to her. She nodded toward the small tv set in the corner of the room. Sam hesitated before he reached behind him, grabbing the remote off the side table and switched it on. Immediately, the local news channel popped up.

BREAKING NEWS flashed across the screen. The reporter was standing in front of what looked like the scorched remains of a building. "The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Authorities believe a gas main ruptured causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside." I turned toward the tv, realizing the crumbled building was the police station. My heart sank. "Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including Sheriff Melvin Dodd, deputy Phil Amici, and secretary Nancy Fitzgerald as well as three FBI agents, identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen."

Their pictures flashed across the screen. "Three fugitives in custody were also killed. We’ll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim." My grip tightened on my folded arms as Ruby clicked the TV off.

"Must have happened right after we left," Dean said.

"Considering the size of the blast," Ruby began, throwing each of us a small velvet pouch. "My money’s on Lilith."

I caught it before it could hit my chest. "What’s in these?"

"Something that’ll protect you. Throw Lilith off your trail…for the time being, at least."

"Thanks-" Sam began when Ruby cut him off.

"Don’t thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half a dozen other people." She turned to me. "So after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out your plan? It was the one with the body count." I clenched my jaw, feeling a lump forming at the base of my throat again. “Do you know how to run a battle? You strike fast and you don’t leave any survivors. So no one can go running to tell the boss. So next time…we go with my plan."

Ruby gave us one last look before she turned and left the motel room, slamming the door shut behind her.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

FOREVER TAG LIST

@spnbaby-67 / @luciferslucille / @anti-social-club / @search-bar / @mellorine-paprika / @thepocketshoelace / @jaremish / @the-salty-asian / @robynannemackenzie-blog / @mersuperwholocked-lowlife / @caswinchester2000 / @damnedimpala / @lauren-novak / @adeanmon / @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce / @defenderrosetyler / @resanoona / @nyotamalfoy / @ykta-m

EPISODE REWRITE TAG LIST

@strangedeerconnoisseur / @artemisandromedaathena-blog / @elite4cekalyma / @dragon-master-kai / @bxrbiewrites

WINCHESTER SISTER TAG LIST

@bunnyandy12 / @breereadsthings / @slytherinrising / @stressedoutkitten / @dragon-master-kai / @anniemayvampire / @starfly-nicole

*DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

29 notes · View notes