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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Kids Are Alright- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,396

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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When you got back to the motel, you wanted to get to work that woman wanted you and Sam to work on. You had to get your mind off Dean. You knew he loved you, he proved that to you every day. But there was a small part of you that made you think that he wasn’t entirely happy with you.

You knew the need he had for being accepted. With Lisa, she and Ben accepted Dean into their family. Lisa and Ben were his family, his blood family. Compared with that, you were nothing. Your heart broke at the thought of Dean leaving you but you didn’t know what would happen if he did decide to leave you.

Sam got a jump on calling his mom’s friends, doctors, and family members but you got in a few calls before your thoughts overtook your mind, making you not able to continue with whatever that woman wanted you to do.

The thought of having a family with Dean made you very happy. You wanted nothing more than to have a mini Dean or a mini you running around, sending you and him joy. But you weren’t ready and the fact that he already has a son, made you feel like you were second best now.

If you were in Dean’s position, then, of course, you would want to find some way to support your child and their other parent, but the fact that Dean hasn’t come back to the motel said something and you didn’t know that when he returned, he would still be yours.

“Hey Y/N,” Your mind was snapped back to reality by Sam’s hand in your face and you bit your lip, looking over at him. “I’ve been calling your name.”

“Sorry, Sam.” You whispered, getting a new wave of tears, not yet spilled.

“Wanna talk about it? You know he loves you.” Sam said, knowing why you were sad.

“I know he does.” You said quietly.

“Then why are you worried?” Sam was right, you shouldn’t worry when you knew he loved you. But the other part of you knew the small truth.

“I don’t have a kid.” You said, sighing sadly.

Dean did some back but only at night. He wasn’t drunk so you knew he didn’t go out to a bar so that only meant one thing. He was with Lisa. It was a little early for bed but you were so tired from worrying and crying, that you needed your sleep now.

“Please, talk to me,” Dean begged after a long 30 minutes of the silent treatment from you.

“Do you love her?” You asked, looking up at him. He opened his mouth to answer you but nothing came out of it.

“Do you want to be with her?” You asked, letting a few tears fall. Again, nothing came out of his mouth.

“Dean, I’m going to need an actual answer from you.” You said, glaring at him.

“I don’t know! Okay? I’m not going to leave you if that’s what you’re worried about!” He said. You could see Sam in the corner of your eye, trying to become invisible and you felt bad you were doing this at this time, in front of him.

“Come on, Dean, I’ve become second best and you know it.” You said with a huff.

“What are you talking about?”

“The first mention that you have a son and you’re in love with the idea of having a perfect little family, giving up hunting. Don’t try and deny it, Dean, I know you better than you think I do. I just don’t know what appeals to you more, the fact that you have a son or the fact that you might be able to have a chance at normalcy before you’re sent to Hell for the rest of your life, leaving me, Sam and everyone who you ever knew, behind to pick up the pieces.”

“Hey, I did that to save you,” Dean said, glaring at you.

“I didn’t ask to be saved!” You raised your voice, staring at him in the eyes. You knew you hurt him and in the moment, that is what you wanted but it wasn’t true. You knew that if Dean died, you would sell your soul to save him.

“Right, like you wouldn’t do the same for me,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, you didn’t feel like arguing. You just wanted to sleep but you didn’t want to sleep next to him, that much you knew.

“I’m going to bed.” You said, gathering the blanket from one of the beds along with a pillow.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To the car.” You snatched Dean’s keys so you could sleep in the car.

“What? Come on, Y/N, don’t be stupid. You can take the bed and I can take the couch if you want.” Dean said, not believing this.

“I don’t want to be near you right now.” You said, looking back at him before exiting the room, slamming it shut. You walked to the Impala and got in the backseat, trying to find a good position before you could cry yourself to sleep.

“Can you believe her?” Dean asked Sam, once you left the room.

“Yeah, I can, actually,” Sam said, speaking the truth.

“What?”

“Look, you love her, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” Dean said with a sigh, sitting at the table with Sam.

“Then there shouldn’t be any problem here. Look, I get that you have a kid and you suddenly feel protective over Ben more so now, than before, but Lisa has been on her own since he was born. I’m sure she’ll be fine, on her own, for the next 10 years. Plus, do you really want to drag them into our world? Just telling her about what happened last night is a big enough risk as it is.” Sam tried to get this through Dean’s thick skull.

“But, Sam, I have a son. I never thought I would have one or even be able to get the chance to think about one.” Dean said, knowing already what to do.

“I understand that, Dean. But you have a girl who is crazy in love with you, in your car, probably crying herself to sleep. She’s been with you since you were five-years-old, Dean. Doesn’t that count for something?” Sam said before getting up and grabbing his bag to change into pajamas.

Dean sighed and let Sam’s words sink into his brain. He looked out the window of the room and saw the car. He couldn’t see you but you were already passed out, dried tears on your face.

You rolled your head to the side, expecting to hit the back of the seat but frowned when you didn’t feel it. You opened your eyes to see you were inside the motel room, on the bed. You looked over to see a pillow on the couch and knew Dean was the one who brought you in. The fact that he slept on the couch and not with you, made you smile a little bit.

But then you remembered your fight and you sighed sadly, looking over at Sam’s side of the room, seeing him passed out. You looked at the time and saw it was almost 7 in the morning. Sam was usually up by now but you knew he was tired and let him sleep.

You didn’t know where Dean was and even though you had the fight, you still wanted to see him. You put on your jacket and slippers, walking to the front door and opening it. You saw the Impala still there and was about to go check to see if he was in it when you heard a crunch from underneath your feet.

You looked down and saw rose petals on the ground. You followed the trail to see them disappear around the corner of the building. You saw most of the petals scattered from the winds and some of them dirty, due to people stepping on them as they lived their lives.

But you knew to follow them.

You grabbed the motel key before you left and shut the door, following the path of the pedals. You knew Dean was behind this but you didn’t know where he was or what was at the end of the trail. When you came to the corner of the building, you smiled at what you saw.

Dean was there, holding a rose, standing next to a table he found just lying around in the trash and got the blanket he used as a makeshift tablecloth. On it was take-out food from a Chinese place since he knew you liked having weird food, early in the morning.

“Table for two,” Dean said. You walked closer to him and took the rose form him, knowing that he was yours and that wasn’t going to change.

“Look, I’m sorry I acted like an ass. I love you and there is nothing, on Earth or in Hell, that will make me feel differently.” Dean said. You looked into his eyes and smiled, sniffing the rose.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said, looking at the table.

“Yeah, I did. Look, I have a son and that’s great and all but I don’t have a son with you. Staying out of Lisa and Ben’s life is the only way to protect them from what we do. But, that’s okay because I have you.” You smiled widely and pushed up on your toes, giving him a slow kiss. You pulled away and your stomach growled at the sight of the food.

“Come on, let’s bring this inside. My slippers are getting dirty.” You said, turning around and walking away from him. Dean smiled and gathered the food, leaving the table and blanket where it was. He chuckled when he saw you walk away with your bright yellow SpongeBob slippers.

You didn’t know how she did it, but that blonde woman found herself to both you and Sam this time. Dean was out, getting a few things for the road before you headed out so, it was the perfect opportunity for her to visit you.

“What do you want?” You asked when you let her inside your room.

“Did you do as I asked?” She asked, looking at Sam and then at you.

“Yeah, they’re all dead. All of my mom’s friends: her doctor, her uncle and everyone who ever knew her. They just seemed, systematically wiped off the map one at a time.” Sam said, telling her what he found out.

“And you?” She asked, looking at you.

“Sorry, I’m dealing with some shit right now. But the calls I managed to make… dead. The only person I know that knew my mother, is Bobby but he’s still alive. But a Hunter, so his records are wiped away too.” You said, not even knowing her name.

“Someone went through a hell of a lot of trouble trying to cover their tracks,” Sam said.

“Yep, the Yellow-Eyed Demon.” The woman said.

“Wait, what’s your name again?” You asked.

“Ruby.” She said.

“Okay, Ruby, so, what’s your deal? You’ve been following us, I know that much. You seem to know all about me and Sam and even our mothers.” You aid, crossing your arms.

“I already told you.” She began to say but Sam interrupted her.

“Oh, right, right. Yeah, yeah. Just a hunter. Just some hunter who happens to know more about my own family than I do. Just tell me who you are.” Sam said, glaring at her.

“Sam…”

“Tell us who you are, Ruby.” You said a little louder.

“It doesn't matter,” Ruby said, laughing. This was the breaking point for Sam because he got in her face, yelling at her.

“Just tell me who you are!”

“Fine,” She said, looking at Sam and then at you. She blinked but when she opened her eyes, they were pitch black. Oh shit, she was a demon. When she blinked again, they went back to their normal color.

“Great.” You muttered, backing up from her a bit. Sam, on the other hand, scrambled for his backpack to get out the holy water he kept on him.

“Think twice before going for that holy water,” Ruby said, chuckling.

“Just give me one reason I should,” Sam said, holding the flask in front of him as if it would protect him.

“I'm here to help you, Sam. I’m here to help both of you.”

“Is this some kind of joke?” You said. If she wanted to kill you, you would be dead so, you didn’t think she was here to harm you… yet.

“God’s honest truth... or whatever.”

“You’re a demon!” Sam yelled.

“Don't be such a racist. I'm here because I want to help you. And I can if... you trust me.” Ruby said.

“Trust you? You want us, hunters who hunt demons, to trust you, a demon?” You asked, not falling for it.

“Oh, please, calm down,” Ruby said, rolling her eyes.

“Start talking. All those murders... what was the demon trying to cover up?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” Ruby said, shrugging.

“What happened to my mother?” Sam asked.

“Why was my mother killed?” You asked.

“I honestly don't know. That's what I’m trying to find out. All I know is that it's about you and it’s about Y/N.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Don’t you two get it? It’s always been about you two. Whatever happened to your moms and their friends? They’re trying to cover up what he did to you. All I want to do is help you figure it out.” Ruby said. You narrowed your eyes at her. Why would a demon care about that?

“Why would you want to help us?” You voiced your opinion.

“I have my reasons. Not all demons are the same. Not all of us want the same thing. Me? I want to help you from time to time. That's all and if you let me, there's something in it for you. Actually, for the both of you.” You thought about calling Dean but her next words made you rethink that.

“What could we possibly get from this?” Sam said but Ruby interrupted him.

“I could help you save Dean.”

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bad Day at Black Rock- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,256

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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Out of everything that is happening in your life, the most surprising thing is that a demon offered help to get Dean out of his deal. What made it so surprising was the fact that Ruby is a demon. You didn’t know why she wanted to help or why she cared and she didn’t feel like answering your questions. Something was off about her but you didn’t know what. You didn’t like Ruby, everything about her sent off alarm bells in your head. Of course, they did, she was a demon, that should be the only reason you were skeptical.

However, you didn’t think she only wanted to help with Dean. You could sense a bit of an evil side to her and you didn’t trust her at all. You only went along with her for Sam. You knew he was desperate to get his brother back and of course you were too, but not this way. You would find another way that didn’t involve a demon.

Sam didn’t want Dean to know about Ruby and who she was and what she wanted to do for Dean. You knew Dean was against you and Sam trying to get him out of his deal so you thought he was going to get pissed but you needed to let him know what was going on.

And you were right, he was blowing up. He did not like the sound of Ruby at all.

“Dean, please don’t get mad at us. You have to understand why we are searching for help. You’re my boyfriend, Dean, the love of my life. You can’t expect us to do nothing.” You said before Dean could yell at the two of you.

“Seriously, you find out this Ruby chick is a demon and the first thing you do is have a chat with her? No, you go for the holy water! What’s the matter with you?” Dean raised his voice, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove. He was not a happy camper.

“Dean, it wasn’t like that.” You said, trying to get him to understand your side of this.

“What is there to understand? Y/N, you know better than to trust a demon! You know they lie. She knows yours and Sam’s weakness which is me,” Dean scolded you and Sam like you were children. “What else did she say?”

You looked at Sam and wondered if you should say anything. You told Dean everything about your encounter with the demon but you didn’t tell him how much you were skeptical about her. There was something off about Ruby like she was after something much bigger than getting Dean out of his deal.

“Nothing, okay?!” Sam said, speaking for both you and himself. “Look, I'm not an idiot Dean, I'm not talking about trusting her. I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? We don't know shit about the enemy; we don't know where they are or what they’re doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now, this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it.”

“Are you two okay?” Dean asked, the safety of you and Sam more important than some demon. “I mean, you two are feeling okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine, Dean.” You said, resting your chin on the back of your hand which rested on the back of the front seat. Before anyone could say anything else, a phone started ringing. You frowned and checked your phone which was dark. Sam checked his phone and the same was for him.

“It’s not mine,” Sam noted. Dean checked his and it was off, so it couldn’t have been it. Everyone was confused on where the ringing was coming from but Dean seemed to understand after a few moments.

“Wait, check the glove compartment, it’s Dad’s.” Sam opened the glove compartment and pulled out one of John’s old cell phones which was blaring the annoying ringtone.

“Why do you have John’s cell phones?” You asked Dean while Sam answered it.

“I keep them charged in case any of my dad’s contacts call him for whatever reason.”

“No! No, no, no, don't call the police, I'll handle this myself, thanks. You know, can you just, uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. I uh, I don't have my—my book in front of me, do you—do you have the address so I can... Sure, okay. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot.” Sam said to the person on the other line. He grabbed a pen he saw lying on the ground and wrote something on the back of his hand. He abruptly ended the call and sighed.

“Who was that?” You asked, noticing his distress.

“Did you know dad had a huge lot at a storage place?”

“What?” Dean asked, glancing at his brother before going back to the road.

“Yeah, it’s right outside of Buffalo.”

“No way, how come he’s never told us this? What’s in it?” You asked.

“We are going to find out soon. Someone just broke into it.” Sam said with a sigh.

“Well, at least I like New York.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your seat. You had a long time before getting to New York, much less Buffalo so you were going to try and take a quick nap.

Before you knew it, you were getting out of the car, stretching your muscles. Your shirt rode up a bit, exposing your lower stomach to whoever was looking at you. Before you could put your arms back down, you felt a hand on your exposed skin and you opened your eyes to see Dean standing right in front of you.

“Hi, Dean.” You said, confused as to why he was touching you. You and Dean couldn’t keep your hands off each other and even though he loved PDA, this was something different. Maybe it was the look in his eyes or the gentleness of his touch.

“I love you.” He whispered. You lowered your arms and smiled up at him, feeling his hand move further up your stomach.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, leaning up and kissing him lightly.

“Come on, guys, we don’t have much time,” Sam said, walking down the street to the building where John’s secret storage unit was. You and Dean ignored Sam, though and continued to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Why are you touching my stomach?” You asked in a low voice, wondering if this had anything to do with Lisa and Ben.

“Your skin is so soft,” That was the only explanation he gave before slinging an arm around you before trying to catch up to Sam. You bit your lip and shrugged, passing this off as Dean being Dean. He was only like this with you when you two were alone.

You, Sam, and Dean got into the elevator that would take you to the storage unit, waiting for the ride to stop.

“Man…” Dean trailed off with a shake of his head.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Just… dad. You know, him and his secrets. I mean, we spend all this time with the guy and it’s like we barely know him.”

“He liked to protect us, Dean. Apparently, whatever is in here, is something big and he didn’t want us knowing about it.” You said, grabbing his hand and holding it tight.

“Yeah, well, we’re going to know about it now,” Sam said, walking off the elevator when it stopped at the level the unit was on. You all got off the elevator and since Dean was the one who had the keys, he unlocked the padlock, opened the sliding door, taking out his flashlight. When you got the news of this storage unit, you didn’t want to wait until morning to find out what was in here so it was still the middle of the night when you arrived.

You had your own flashlight and shone it around before landing on the floor. You stopped the brothers and saw a symbol that was drawn in red along with several bloody footprints.

“Look, something must be in here that John wanted to keep away from demons.” Dean knelt and touched a wire that you didn’t see but that Dean could. It was a trip wire that looks like it had already been tripped over. That must explain the bloody footprints you found.

“Whoever broke in here must have gotten shot. That would explain the blood on the ground.” You observed.

“Yeah, but there are two sets of prints. This must have been a two-man job. The guy who was shot kept walking.” Dean noticed.

“So, what could be so important that he would need a trip wire and a devil’s trap to protect?” You wondered out loud.

“Well, that’s what we’re going to find out,” Dean said, standing up. You three walked into the room and looked around, smiling when you found a box of old things that you, Sam or Dean made from school. You looked through the boxes and sifted through the memories.

“Hey, look at this!” Sam said, making you and Dean shine your flashlights at whatever Sam was holding. “This is my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this.”

“Yeah... It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy,” Dean teased his brother. You chuckled as Dean walked over to another part of the unbelievably large storage unit before picking up a homemade shotgun. “Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.”

You looked around and gasped at what you found hanging on the wall. You walked closer to it and saw it was the book you had made John when you were growing up. It was a book of John, Sam, and Dean, filled with stories and memories of you all.

It was a shit book, just mostly filled with shitty drawings and stories that made no sense but he kept it. All these years. You sighed, knowing that John hated the life he brought on for his kids. All he wanted to do was bring justice for his wife and that led him down this path of death and misery. He tried to keep you, Sam and Dean normal and you guess with holding onto all these things, he could do just that and pretend.

“Hey, guys, check this out,” Sam said, pulling you away from your thoughts. You met with Dean by Sam and looked at a room that was secured with a locked door. Well, the lock had been cut and you figured that whatever was stolen, came out of this room. You three walked into the room, shining your flashlights everywhere.

“Holy shit, this is amazing.” You said, seeing symbols of all kind of things everywhere—on the walls, floors and on the objects in the room. There were all kinds of objects from weapons to objects you had no idea what they were.

“Look at this, he had land mines in here. Guns. The robbers didn’t take this stuff. I guess they were after something else, huh?” Dean noticed. You looked around and you shone your flashlight on boxes with weird symbols you didn’t recognize. You walked over to it and didn’t touch it, but you felt a pull come from the boxes like they were supernatural.

“Hey, you guys, I’m getting weird feelings from these boxes.” You felt two bodies next to you and extra light on the boxes.

“Whoa, those symbols are binding magic. These are curse boxes.” Sam said from the right of you. Of course, he would know what they are.

“Curse boxes? They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kind of like the Pandora deal?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object,” Sam informed.

“Well, Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items and fetishes... He never did say where they ended up.”

“This is where they ended up, I guess,” You muttered, looking closely at the boxes. You frowned when you saw a shape in the dust as if there was a box there before. You touched the dust and sighed, looking at both brothers. “One box is missing. Great.”

“Maybe they didn’t open it.” Dean tried to look on the positive side.

“Yeah, when does that ever happen to us. Of course, they opened it. With all these markings, they gotta be curious, at least. Come on, we have to find who these guys were.” You said, walking with the brothers out of the unit.

“Where do we start?” Sam asked.

“With the security cameras. I’m sure John picked this spot for a reason. There must be cameras somewhere. My bet, whoever took that box, doesn’t know what it is. Therefore, careless about covering their tracks.” You said, walking back to the service elevator after locking everything back up.

“Yeah, the question is though, if they didn’t know what it is, why take it in the first place?” Sam asked, making you think of things that you’d rather not know the answer to. You three took the elevator back down and walked to the main office, looking at the building. You smirked, seeing security cameras on the sides of the buildings. Hopefully, whoever stole the box, their trails don’t end inside.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Kids Are Alright- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,708

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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You and the Winchesters were on Lisa’s porch when Dean rang the doorbell. You held your breath, scared of what you might find behind it. The porch light turned on and the door opened, revealing Lisa who stared at the three of you in confusion.

“Dean, Sam… Y/N, what are you doing here?” Lisa asked but Dean cut her off, barging inside. You sighed and looked at Sam before walking in behind him.

“I was thinking about Ben's birthday. I didn't even bring him a present.” Dean said.

“That’s okay,” Lisa said, confused as to why you three were here, barging into her home. If you three were strangers, she would have called the police by now.

“No. No, no, I feel terrible, so, uh... Here. Take a long weekend, just the two of you. It’s on me.” Dean said, pulling out a credit card and handing it to her.

“What?” Lisa said, confused.

“What?” You said at the same time as her.

“Yeah, I hear Six Flags is great this time of year. Go now. Avoid the traffic.” Dean said with a tight smile. Lisa took the card and looked at it, reading the name on it. You knew it wouldn’t say ‘Dean Winchester’.

“Siegfried Houdini. Whose card is this?” Lisa asked.

“Mine,” Dean said but you knew Lisa was having a hard time believing him. “Never mind that. It’ll work, I promise.”

“You should leave. All of you.” Lisa said, trying to hand Dean back his card.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Ben said, coming down the stairs. You gasped and reached out to grab onto whatever you could find which was Sam’s sleeve. You were hit with a wave of ‘supernatural juice’, knowing that something was wrong with Ben. You knew he was captured, that this wasn’t Ben.

“Nothing, Ben, it’s cool,” Dean said, looking at him. You nudged Dean and he looked at you, widening your eyes and nodding slightly. He had to know that this wasn’t Ben. He seemed to understand the signal you were sending him because he became more aware.

“Are you okay?” Lisa asked, seeing how you weren’t looking too good.

“Yeah, Lisa, I’m fine.” You said, looking at Ben who stared at you. He must know you knew about him.

“Make them go away, mommy,” Ben said in a toneless manner.

“You heard him, all of you, get out,” Lisa said.

“Lisa... I don't think that’s a good idea.” You said. You didn’t like being here in the first place but this is her son, Dean’s son, that you were dealing with. You couldn’t walk away from that.

“Get out!!” Lisa yelled, pushing everyone outside. She slammed the door when the last person was out and you sighed. You looked around and saw Lisa through a window, sitting on the couch with a book and Ben just staring at her while she read.

You noticed red marks on the window sill and you moved away from the boys, sneaking up to her window, making sure not to get caught.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Dean said in a hushed tone.

“Hold on.” You whispered back, creeping to the window sill. You came face to face with the red stuff you found on the other woman’s house and touched it, frowning when it didn’t smear on your hand like a liquid. It wasn’t blood. You put the stuff to your nose and smelled, knowing what it was and where it came from.

You nodded and rushed back to the brothers, looking at them.

“Look, that stuff we saw, it isn’t blood. It’s dirt and I know where we can find the same kind.” You said. Dean didn’t need anything more to go off since he trusted you. You and the brothers got into the car and before you knew it, you were right where you believed the children were.

Dean parked outside of a house that was still under construction. You saw a big pile of the same dirt you found that was on Lisa’s window sill. You sighed and got out, going to the pile of dirt, touching it to make sure.

“Yep, the same kind of dirt.” You confirmed, looking at the brothers.

“Alright, Y/N, come with me and Sam, keep a lookout,” Dean said, handing you the make-shift torch he made. You nodded and the three of you walked into the house, you and Dean going separate ways to find the basement where you knew the kids were being held.

You walked down some stairs and gasped when you saw a lot of cages, each holding a child. Your eyes landed on Ben and he looked terrified to be in there.

“Ben!” You said, knowing he didn’t know who you were.

“Ben... Ben... it's okay. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?” Dean said, inspecting the lock on his cage. He nodded and looked at Dean. You bit your lip, noticing the way Dean looked at Ben and how Ben looked at Dean. You sighed and looked around, glad to see that the workers of the place left behind a few tools.

You picked up two crowbars and handed one to Dean, knowing what you had to do. You needed to break the locks. Dean was the one to break Ben’s lock, slamming the crowbar down and breaking it. The locks were a bit rusty which added to your favor. When Dean helped Ben out, Dean gave him a hug, a lasting one at that.

You sighed and watched Dean care for and protect his son. You knew that Dean couldn’t stick around and you knew it killed him. He wanted a family and you did as well, just not now. Dean wanted a sense of normalcy and you wanted to be the one to give it to him but you weren’t so sure anymore that you could do it.

“Come on, let’s go,” Dean said once he pulled away from Ben. You got into action and walked over to the other cages and started to break the locks, seeing the hopeful faces of the children.

“Come on.” You said, helping out the children once you got the cages open. Dean and Ben did the same, Dean breaking the locks and Ben helping out the children.

“Come on, girls! Come on! Keep moving, keep moving,” You said to the girls that were in the cage. Once all the children were out, you looked around for a way out of the basement. “Dean, the window!”

Dean looked and saw the window that was in the basement and it was higher than a normal window but there cans of paint around which you could use for leverage.

“Okay, everybody back! Everybody back! Cover your eyes!” Dean said, brushing away the debris from the window. You helped shield the children as Dean broke the window, using his sleeve to brush the broken glass away. There was still some shards sticking out that could harm the kids but Ben was way ahead of everyone.

“Here, take this,” Ben said, taking off his jacket and giving it to his dad. Dean grabbed his jacket and laid it over the window to protect the children from the glass.

“Alright, kids, come on, we’re getting you out of here.” You said, ushering the kids to Dean who would help them out of the basement.

“Him first,” Ben said, letting another kid go ahead of him. Dean helped the kids up but you heard footsteps and looked behind you to see Sam run in.

“Hey! There’s a mother!” Sam blurted.

“A mother? Well, I guess that’s why she’s been keeping them locked up. So, she could feed on them.” You said, passing another kid to Dean.

“Wait, there’s another one! You have to break the lock!” Dean said, tossing the crowbar to Sam so he could break the lock. Once Sam got the lock open, he pulled the distressed woman from the cage.

“There, come on, you’re going to be okay,” Sam said, letting her walk to the window. Suddenly, you heard a scream and you turned around, seeing what you assumed to be the mother of the changelings.

You rushed to take care of her while Sam and Dean helped the children out of the basement but she was too strong for you. She growled and just as you were about to reach her, she shoved you hard, throwing you into the other room. You cried out in pain as you crashed through the wood walls, falling to the ground.

“Hey!” Dean said, coming at her. He punched the monster in the face but it didn’t have an effect on her at all. She growled and punched Dean in the gut, throwing him across the room as well. You groaned and tried to sit up, knowing you were going to have bruises later on.

“Ben, get them out of here!!” Dean yelled as he got up, ready to fight the monster. Dean grabbed a 2x4 and was about to hit her but she, once again, hit him in the gut. To add more of an effect, she kicked him in the stomach, sending him to fly across the room again.

Sam caught the attention of the mother and she growled, rushing to Sam. Before he could light the damn lighter to burn her, she was throwing the lighter out of his hands, giving him a roundhouse kick to the face. He grunted out in pain but you had enough of this bullshit.

You rushed to the lighter Sam abandoned and grabbed a torch, getting in front of Sam and Dean to protect them. You pointed the torch at her and before she could disappear again, you lit her up, sending her in flames. You groaned out in pain and looked at Sam and Dean who were panting from the action.

“We need to return the children.” You said, wincing as you walked out of the basement through the stairs since you didn’t want to try and climb through the window. It was hard to get all the children in the car at the same time, along with the woman, but you made it possible.

It as morning when you parked in Lisa’s driveway. Ben was the last id to be returned and you knew Dean was saving Ben for last. You sighed and got out just as Lisa ran out of her house to greet her son.

“Ben?! Ben! Baby, are you okay?” Lisa said, picking up her son and hugged him tightly.

“I’m okay, mom,” Ben said, glad to be with his mom.

“What the hell just happened?” Lisa said after she put her son down. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at you and then to Dean.

“I'll explain everything if you want me to, but, trust me, you probably don't. The important thing is, is that Ben's safe.” Dean said, glad that his son was safe at home with his mother.

“Thank you,” Lisa said, bringing Dean in for a hug. You bit your lip and sighed, watching the bliss on her face and watching the small smile form on Dean’s. “Thank you.”

She opened her eyes and saw you staring at her which made her let go of Dean. She felt guilty for coming in between you and Dean. You were glad that you were able to save a bunch of children and their mother’s, but you wished you never came here.

Finding out about Dean and Ben changed things for the worse and you didn’t like it. You didn’t know what would happen now since you knew Lisa wanted her son’s father to stay. Dean just has that effect on people, especially women.

Lisa looked at you and Sam and you sighed, knowing they needed to talk things through right now without you in the way.

“We’ll give you guys some time,” Sam said, smiling at them. You sighed and looked at Dean, knowing he wanted your approval for this. You nodded slightly and Lisa smiled, bringing Ben inside with Dean following her.

“You know, I wish we never took this stupid case.” You admitted to Sam.

“Come on, you know nothing will happen between them,” Sam said, looking at you over the top of the car.

“We both know that isn’t true. Dean has a kid now and you know how he can get. I know that having a family is what he always wanted, to get a sense of normalcy around here. I know I said that we were good the other day but now, I’m not so sure. You should have seen his face, Sam. He loves her, or at least, likes.” You said with a sigh.

“Come on, why don’t we give them space to talk and we can finally focus on what that hunter wants us to do,” Sam said, ready to get into the car.

“No, Sam, I want to wait here.” You said, knowing you shouldn’t barge in her house but you had a feeling something might happen if you don’t.

“Come on, they’re just talking. Give them some space.” Sam said.

“Look, just start the car. I’ll be right out. I want to check up on them.” You said. You might be overacting but you needed to know what was going on in there. Ignoring the pleas from Sam, you walked to her front door, glad that she didn’t lock it. You slipped inside quietly, hearing them talk.

“Look, I want to stay. The thought of a family makes me believe my life is worth something. But, it’s not me. I’m in deep shit right now with some things but… the thought of a family, makes a guy think, you know? I’m going to be gone one day and I’m leaving behind a car.” You heard Dean say. You got tears, knowing that he would rather be with her than you.

“Look, I don’t want to come between you and Y/N. I didn’t even know you were dating. But, you’ll always have a home here. I want you to stay and I know Ben wants you to stay. He likes you, he told me that before. Having his dad around would really fix things up.” Lisa suggested. You let the tears fall, feeling a sense of betrayal.

You were going to be tossed out like trash without a second thought in Dean’s head. This was your worst nightmare come to life. You couldn’t lose Dean. You just… couldn’t.

“Look, I’m proud to be his dad and in another life, I would stay,” Dean said. His voice was getting lower but you had no idea what was going on since you couldn’t see. You wiped the tears away and rounded the corner, stopping short at what you saw.

Dean’s lips were very close to Lisa’s which could only mean two things: He already kissed her and was coming out of it or he was going in for the kiss. Either way, he was thinking about kissing her.

“Dean?” You said, your voice breaking. Dean and Lisa jumped away from each other. Lisa couldn’t look at you, too guilty for coming between you and Dean. However, Dean looked at you and guilt did flash across his face.

“Y/N, I was just going to be right out,” Dean said, scratching the back of his neck.

“No, you weren’t. You were going to kiss her! I can’t believe this, Dean.” You said, backing up as a new wave of tears fell.

“No, I wasn’t. Y/N, come on, don’t leave.” Dean begged, taking a few steps to you.

“No, Dean, stay. I don’t want to be around you right now. Stay and finish whatever you wanted to do here. I knew we should have never taken this case. Thanks, Lisa.” You said, glaring at her. You swiftly turned around and fled the house, getting in the passenger’s seat of the Impala.

“Just drive, Sam.” You said before he could say anything. Sam sighed and he pulled away from the house, driving away. Just before the house was left out of sight, you saw Dean exit the house, sighing in defeat.

“See, I knew I was right. He’s going to leave me for her.”

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Kids Are Alright- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,581

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, maybe the reader is being over dramatic (I don’t know how I felt about her reaction), blood, you know the usual

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“Give me the phone, Sam.” You said from across the booth you two were in. Sam held up a finger as he continued to talk to Bobby on the other line. Dean was out of his mind if he thinks you weren’t going to stop looking for a way to save Dean’s ass before he goes to Hell forever.

“Samuel Winchester, give me the fucking phone.” You said, leaning over the table and grabbing it from his hand. He was about to bitch you out but you held up your finger, smirking at him which he gave you the bitch face.

“Bobby, what do you mean it won’t work? It’s a demon dispelling ritual,” You said. There was a knock on the window right next to your booth and you looked over to see Dean, waving a packet of papers.

“There is nothing here about this translation, Y/N,” Bobby said.

“Well, maybe we got the translation wrong.” You said.

“Maybe, but that still doesn’t work.” Bobby tried to reason with you. You looked at Sam with an eye roll, trying to get this done before Dean walked into the diner.

“Bobby, we can’t just let Dean fry in hell. There has to be something we can do.” You were cut off mid-sentence by Sam kicking your leg. Dean approached the table and you quickly changed your demeanor.

“I can keep trying, but I don’t know how much more of this we can do,” Bobby said with a smile.

“Yeah, no, ah, I gotta go. Okay, fine.” You hung up the phone and slid it to Sam. You smiled at Dean as he slid in next to you.

“Who was that?” Dean asked, looking at you and Sam suspiciously.

“Pizza.” You said the first thing that came to your mind. Dean looked around the pizza place you three were already in.

“You do realize you’re in a restaurant? That serves pizza?” You sighed silently and nodded, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, I know, I wanted different kind of pizza.” You said, looking at Sam for help here.

“What do you have, Dean?” Sam asked, saving your ass.

“You’re weird, you know that?” Dean said with a smile. He turned to Sam and put the papers on the table. “Cicero, Indiana. A man falls on his own power saw.”

“And? Just one power saw? You sure this is our sort of thing?” Sam said.

“Alright, there's something better in Cicero than just a case,” Dean said. As soon as the words left his mouth, your eyes widened. You slapped him on the arm and scoffed at him.

“Lisa Braeden? You’re going to see Lisa Braeden? You do realize, me, your girlfriend is sitting right here.” You said, getting jealous a little. You always hated that Lisa but then again, you hated every girl Dean had a thing with.

“Should I even ask?” Sam said, sighing.

“Come on, I’m just going to see her to say hi,” Dean said.

“It’s been eight years, Dean. Do you think she’ll even remember you?”

“She better remember me. We had the most awesome weekend together.” Dean said, looking at his brother with a smile. You scoffed and hit his shoulder this time but harder.

“Dean!”

“What? I’m kidding, kind of,” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, getting up. You had to wiggle yourself to stand on the seat since Dean was blocking your way out. “What are you doing?” You didn’t answer him and stepped over to the next booth and got out that way, going over to Sam’s side and making him move over. You sat next to Sam and didn’t look at Dean.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, I was kidding,” Dean said, looking at Sam who shrugged.

“I think you hurt her feelings,” Sam said.

“Can we go, or not?” Dean said. You were about to answer ‘no’ when you looked at him. Dean didn’t wait for an answer since he got out of the booth and walked out of the diner and to his car.

“Did that really just happen?” You asked, looking at Sam. He chuckled and you got out, letting him out as well. Okay then, you were going to see Lisa whether Dean liked it or not.

You arrived at the motel you three would be staying at for the remaining time you were going to be in this town which was hopefully not long. Dean stopped to let you and Sam out but you were going nowhere.

“Alright, I’ll be back later,” Dean said, watching Sam get his things.

“No, we’ll be back later. I’m coming with you.” You said, not moving from your seat.

“Y/N, I don’t think it’s best if you do.” Dean aid but you cut him off mid-sentence.

“I’m coming with you whether you like it or not. I’m not moving. You have two choices, I’m coming with you or you’re not going at all.” You said, crossing your arms and looking at Dean. Dean sighed and nodded, looking at Sam.

“We’ll be back later, then.” Dean then took off after Sam nodded and you stared at Dean the entire time, not looking away.

“Come on, I just want to see her and then we’ll go,” Dean said, pulling up at her house.

“How do you know where she lives?” You asked, getting out.

“I looked it up.”

“Of course, you did.” You scoffed. You two walked to the front door and he knocked while you waited like the bitter person you were acting like. The swung open to reveal a much older Lisa but still a very attractive woman. She was fit, she was brunette, she was gorgeous. You looked down at yourself and bit your lip before looking back at Lisa.

She seemed to not recognize Dean and maybe you had hope for this day turning out well but then she smiled at him.

“Dean!” She looked at you and her smile faltered a bit but she kept it big.

“Lisa, how’s it going?” He asked.

“Good, wow, how long has it been?” She asked.

“Eight years, almost nine. Hi, I’m Y/N, the girlfriend.” You said, butting in. Dean sighed and looked at you but you ignored him, holding out your hand for her to shake, which she did.

“Nice to meet you,” she said. “So, Dean, what are you doing here?”

“We were just passing through and I couldn’t resist. I remember you love surprises.” Dean said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking at him.

“Yeah. Dean Winchester. Wow. Just... wow. I'm sorry. You kind of came at a bad time. We're having a party.” Lisa said, looking between you and Dean.

“A party? Well, I love parties.” He said with a smile. Lisa smile and she opened the door wider, letting him come in. You watched him just walk inside the house without a care about how you felt. You scoffed lightly and walked into Lisa’s house, staring at Lisa the entire time until you had to watch where you were going.

Lisa closed the door with a sigh and led you and Dean to the backyard where it looked like a birthday party was going on.  

“So, uh, who's the party for?” Dean asked, looking around.

“Ben, my son.” She said. Both yours and Dean’s faces whipped to hers. You search for any sign on her face but she was giving away nothing.

“You have a son?” You asked. She nodded and pointed to a little boy who was wearing black jeans and a black jacket. You gasped, seeing so much of Dean in him. You whipped your head around back to Lisa and glared at her slightly.

“He isn’t Dean’s son, is he?” You asked but you barely got out the second word before she was interrupting you.

“Yep, that’s my boy.” She said with a nervous chuckle. You noticed she wasn’t looking at you so you looked back to Ben who opened a gift which revealed to be an AC/DC CD.

“Yes! AC/DC rules!” Ben said excitedly. You gasped softly, knowing this wasn’t a coincidence.

“How old is he?” You asked, looking at her.

“Eight,” She said, looking over at another mom and her child who entered through the side gates. “Oh, excuse me for a minute.” She walked away from you and Dean to the mother and her child.

“Dean, tell me why you wanted to come here again?” You asked, looking up at him with a glare. He gulped visibly but didn’t say anything. He turned back to Ben and saw the racecar cake that went along nicely with the racecar theme of the party.

Suddenly, you two heard whispers come from behind you and you looked over your shoulder to see two women whispering furiously to one another but you could still hear what they were talking about.

“Did you hear Lisa call him ‘Dean’?” One of them said to another.

“Yeah, why?” The redhead asked.

“You don't know about Dean? The Dean. Best-night-of-my-life Dean? The father-of-my-child, Dean?” You gasped and whipped your body around to them, shocked at what you just heard. You turned back to Dean to see him gone. You scoffed and saw Dean over with Ben. You couldn’t care about that right now. You cared about something else.

You walked over to the women and they looked at you, halting their conversation.

“Did you just say Dean is Ben’s dad?” You said, your heart clenching at the thought of this.

“Well, yeah.” The brunette said.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yeah, very sure. She told me and even had a blood test taken. Dean is his father.” She brunette said.

“Who are you?” The redhead asked.

“No one you care about.” You said, turning around and walking away from them. You felt your chest get heavy at the thought of Dean having a kid. You didn’t care if he had a kid, he probably had dozens of them by how he slept with so many women. But, the thing that bothered you was Ben was Lisa’s kid.

You wanted kids one day but not now. You didn’t see yourself as a mom right now and definitely not in the next 10 years or so. What did this mean for you and Dean? Does Dean even know? You looked for Dean but you saw him enter the house.

You glared at him and followed him, walking past the same mom Lisa went to go talk to earlier. She looked very upset and usually, you would care for her but now is not one of those times. You followed Dean into the house and saw him enter the kitchen.

“Dean Winchester, Ben is- oh hi, Lisa.” You said upon entering the kitchen. You stopped short when you saw Dean and Lisa’s head turn to you.

“Ben is what?” He asked. You looked at Lisa but she looked away from you.

“Tell him, Lisa. Tell him what you’ve kept from him all these years.” You glared at her. When you want to be, you could be a scary person.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” She said, lying.

“That’s bullshit. Tell him how Ben is his son!” You accused her.

“Whoa, hey, Y/N, don’t go throwing around that idea. Just because he’s eight doesn’t mean…”

“It’s true, Dean,” Lisa said, interrupting him.

“What?” He said, turning to look at her.

“You’re Ben’s father. I had a test and everything done.” She said with a sigh.

“I have a son?” Dean asked, smiling a little.

“Dean!” You said, glaring at him.  

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, looking at Lisa.

“Like you were going to stick around for us. Look, Dean, we had a nice weekend but that’s all it was. A weekend. I’m not asking you to pay money or anything or to be in his life suddenly, I don’t need that.” She said. You were going to say something when the same mother from before walked through the house with her kid who seemed emotionless.

“Something wrong with your friend?” Dean asked, going to come back on the kid subject later.

“She's been through a lot. Her ex just died in this horrible accident.” Lisa said.

“Wait, just a minute, we’re not done talking about Ben. Let’s come back to him.” You said, looking at Lisa.

“What else is there to say? He’s my son and of course, I’m going to talk about it with her but just me and her. He’s not your son.” Dean said to you. You felt like you were just stabbed in the chest all over again. You scoffed and glared at Lisa who seemed uncomfortable around you. Lisa sighed and saw the look on your face. She didn’t mean to come between you and Dean.

“I’m assuming you heard about the power saw incident? It seems like there is a lot of bad luck here.”

“What kind of bad luck?” Dean asked.

“Un-fucking-believable,” You muttered. You scoffed very loudly and turned around, getting your phone out. “Have fun in here Dean.” You shook your head and walked out of her house where you called up Sam.

“Hey, did you find something?” Sam asked when he saw it was you calling.

“Sam, pick me up, please. Get me out of here. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You said, getting tears at the way Dean was treating you. You noticed how he didn’t come out to be with you.

“Why? What’s wrong? What happened?” He said.

“Lisa has a son and that son is Dean’s. Dean has a child and he’s acting differently towards me. It’s like he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. I don’t know. I’ll find my own way back to the motel.” You said sadly.

“Well, we have another problem on our hands,” Sam said with a sigh.

“What happened now?”

“That blonde girl who saved us from the deadly sins? She’s a hunter and she knows about me, my mom, your mom and you. This is big and she wants me to look at my mom’s friends and look into her background. She wants you to do the same.” Sam said.

“Who the hell is this woman? Alright, I’m going to be on my way. Stay at the motel, okay? Dean can stay here for all I care.” You said.

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it when you get here.” You hung up the phone and sighed, ready to leave but you heard your name being called.

“Oh, great, he finally shows up. What do you want, Dean?” You asked, looking at him, squinting from the sun.

“Why were you so rude to Lisa? Who were you on the phone with?” He asked.

“I was being rude? You’re the one who basically told me to go fuck myself when it comes to Ben. That was Sam, by the way, and I’m leaving here. I’m going to join him since he’s the brother who I like at the moment.” You said, walking past him.

“Y/N! Come on! You don’t even have a car!” Dean said, calling out to you.

“Yeah, but I have legs. Have fun with your baby mama, Dean.” You said, walking backward until you swiftly turned away, walking away from him. You couldn’t believe Dean was acting like this to you. It was like the minute he found out about Ben, he was acting like a different person. You didn’t like this person at all.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Magnificent Seven- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,410

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, ANGST!!!!, blood, panic attacks, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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The next morning, you were woken up by the smell of cheeseburgers. You groaned and opened your eyes, lifting your head up to see Dean open a bag from a fast food joint. You groaned and sighed as you sat up, wiping the sleep and tears from your eyes.

“Where are we?” You asked.

“Just outside of Lincoln, Nebraska,” Sam said as Dean drove to where they were expecting to meet Bobby. You saw a farmhouse come into view and before you know it, Dean was parking right outside the place. The noise of the cicadas was the nosiest things there.

Dean was munching on his cheeseburger as he got out of the car. You got out and squinted at the light of the sun, seeing Bobby already there, waiting for the three of you.

“Hear those cicadas?” Sam observed.

“Yeah, that can’t be a good sign,” Dean said, taking another bite of his cheeseburger.

“So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?” Bobby said when you walked over to him. You were glad to see his face, not knowing what happened to Ellen after the huge macho showdown.

“Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol.” Dean said, chewing happily.

“Don’t remind me.” You said, getting tears.

“How are you doing?” Bobby said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter. We should check this place out.” You said, shrugging out of his touch and leaving the group. You hated feeling this way but you couldn’t help it. You walked up to the door and pounded on the door, receiving no answer except the chirps from the cicadas.

You sighed and got out your lock pick kit and sunk to your knees just as the three men joined you. You picked the lock easily, opening it. You took out your gun you always carried on you and walked inside, pointing the gun everywhere you looked.

Immediately upon walking in, you were hit with the stench of death. You gagged and covered your nose with your arm, still holding the gun in front of you.

“Oh wow, that’s awful,” Sam said once he got a whiff of the odor.

“That so can't be a good sign,” Dean said, following you inside. You walked around the house, searching in the rooms but always coming up empty-handed. You sighed and walked to a closed door where the smell seemed to be getting stronger. You paused as you heard muffled screams come from the room behind the closed door.

“You hear that?” You asked Dean who was near you. He nodded and you stood by the door so when he opened it, you would be the first one in there. Dean looked at you and when you nodded, he kicked down the door and you walked in, your gun raised. You expected something to jump out at you, to attack but you instead, you found the source of the rotten smell.

Sitting on the couch in front of you were three people, dried up like fruit. You gagged, seeing flies move around the dead bodies. You groaned and lowered your gun, covering your nose from the potency of the smell. You looked in front of them and saw where the screams were coming from. They were watching a TV show and you sighed, looking at Dean for help.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, lowering your arm. The stench was still strong but you could tolerate it now. Bobby came walking into the room, recoiling in horror at the bodies.

“Bobby, what the hell happened here?” You asked, trying to ignore the sound coming from the TV.

“I don’t know.” He answered, shrugging.

“Check for sulfur,” Dean ordered and Bobby got right on that, searching around the room. You started to look but the high-pitched scream came from the TV again. You growled and walked over to it, slamming your hand down on the power button.

Both Bobby and Sam looked at you. You were pissed, angry, hurt, broken and probably much more. You clenched your jaw and looked away from them, looking at Dean who was peeking through the window. It wasn’t fair how life treated you but whoever said this was going to be easy?

Who was going to save Dean from Hell? You sure as hell couldn’t and you knew as much as Bobby and Sam believed there was a way to save him, they couldn’t. You couldn’t get to the door of Hell without opening it again and releasing more demons and you didn’t know of anyone who could go down there easily.

Everything seemed hopeless at this point. You were so much in your own head, you only snapped out of it when you heard Dean softly whistle to get yours, Bobby and Sam’s attention. He pointed to the window, probably heard a noise or something and signaled that he was going to check it out.

He got up and walked out of the room, presumably to go on the porch that was right outside the window he was looking at. You looked at Sam and followed him, getting away from the window while Bobby went out the back way, seeing if he could spot anything out there.

“How are you doing?” Sam asked, seeing the pain evident on your face.

“Why do people keep asking me that? I’m fine.” You snapped, walking away from him.

“You know, it’s okay to be scared. I’m scared.” Sam admitted.

“No, Sam, I’m not scared,” You whipped back around to face him. “Dean is my soulmate, that much I believe. My other half and he’s going to be dead in a year. I’m not scared, Sam, I’m falling apart.” You turned back around before the tears could fall and you walked to another window where you could see Dean.

You frowned when you saw a couple standing over Dean, holding him at gunpoint while he was on the floor, holding his nose. You gasped and got up, rushing outside, only to stop when you heard Bobby say something to the couple.

“Isaac? Tamara?” Bobby knew the couple and upon seeing him, they relaxed, figuring that Dean was with Bobby.

“Bobby, what the hell are you doing here?” Isaac said, smiling at him. You rushed to the group, pushing them aside while kneeling before Dean. Tamara looked at you but knew you were in no danger to them.

“I could ask the same,” Bobby said. You helped Dean sit up and you examined his nose, wiping some of the blood away from him. He stared into your eyes and you looked into his, memorizing the color and the little specks of gold in the middle.

“Hey, come on, get up, boy,” Bobby said, helping Dean up.

“I think you better come back to our place. We need to talk about a few things.” Tamara said. You looked at her, liking the British accent she had. You took Dean’s hand and stayed by his side the entire time, even when you arrived at their place.

“I’m going to make a call,” Dean said once inside the house, looking at you. You nodded and let him step out of the room to get some privacy. You sighed and stayed in the corner, watching Sam, Bobby, Isaac, and Tamara interact with one another.

Their house was filled with Supernatural things: bones, glass containers of items you didn’t know of, protection gear, and many more items. It was a very crowded house but where you stood, you were away from all that.

“Jenny! That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually.” Dean said on the phone. You sighed, not caring if he had to flirt his way to get the information from people. You didn’t care about a lot of things right now.

“Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?” Isaac asked his wife, searching for it.

“Well, where did you leave it?” She asked.

“I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking.”

“Palo Santo? What’s that?” Sam asked, his attention going from the things hanging from the ceiling to the couple.

“It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them.” Tamara explained, walking over to Isaac and digging through a bag. She pulled out a large, pointed stake and handed it to Isaac. She had on an affectionate smile to him. You bit your lip, seeing how happy they were together.

Your breathing began to pick up, sending panic signals down your spine. You watched the happy couple and realized you’ll never get that with Dean. All because of his stupid deal. You started to breath quicker, taking in short breaths.

Damn it, another panic attack for you in a room full of people.

“You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me,” Tamara said, not noticing you.

“So, how long you two been married?” Sam asked, smiling at them.

“Eight years this past June,” Tamara answered.

“The family that slays together...” Isaac said, trailing off. You began to see spots in your vision, the room spinning a little.

“Hey, are you okay?” Bobby asked, noticing your actions.

“Yeah, I’m… fine.” You forced yourself to say, breathing in quicker breaths, not getting enough oxygen to your brain. You stumbled forward, grabbing onto a corner of a desk to hold yourself up. You felt yourself start to cave in and you didn’t know how to bring yourself out of it.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” Bobby asked, not knowing how to help you.

“Yeah.” You managed to get out. Your hand slipped from the corner and you fell to the ground just as Dean walked back into the room, off the phone. One look at you and he was racing to you, getting behind you.

“No, she’s not alright, she’s having a panic attack,” Dean said, grabbing you and pulling you close. You tried to take deep breaths in but your body wouldn’t allow it. Your throat contracted, not getting enough air in your lungs.

“What can we do?” Tamara asked, finally seeing there was something wrong with you.

“Nothing, just let me handle it,” Dean said, making you look at him. “I’m right here, sweetheart. You’re okay, just breathe with me.”

“Dean, I-I ca-can’t.” You said, looking at him. You could barely see him with the amount of black spots that were showing up. Dean nodded and sat up a little straighter, placing your head on his chest, right against his heart. You could hear his heartbeat loud and clear.

He smoothed down your hair, rubbing circles on your back to help calm you down. You struggled for a minute or two but soon, you started to breathe in rhythm to Dean’s breathing. You slowly calmed down, the black spots going away.

When Dean knew you were going to be okay, he pulled away only slightly to look at you.

“Are you okay now?” He asked.

“No,” you whispered, looking at him.

“Alright, come on, let’s get up.” Dean helped you up, knowing that you were fine from the panic attack. He knew what was going through your mind at the moment and he couldn’t change that right now. You held onto him and refused to look at anyone right now. You turned and buried your head in Dean’s chest while he spoke to the group.

“That was the coroner's tech I was speaking to earlier. She said the cause of death from the family was dehydration and starvation. There were no signs of restraint, violence or struggle. They just sat down and never got up.” Dean said, raking his fingers through your hair.

“But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away,” Bobby said, looking at you. He hated seeing you this way but it was like he didn’t even know you. He wanted to help but didn’t know how.

“Right. What is this, a demon attack?” Sam asked, looking at you. You had stopped shaking, just glad to be in Dean's arms.

“If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty,” Bobby said.

“Okay, so, what do we do now?” Dean asked.

“Uh, we're not gonna do anything,” Isaac said, butting into the conversation.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, confused.

“Look, you guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't Scooby-Doo, and we don't play well with others.”

“I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together.” Sam offered.

“No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place,” Isaac said, glaring slightly at Dean and Sam.

“No offense?” Dean asked, scoffing. He was about to go to him but you gripped his shirt.

“No, don’t.” You whispered.

“Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake.” Tamara said, looking at her husband.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car or turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though.”

“Alright,” Dean chuckled. “That’s enough.”

“Guys, stop it, this isn’t helping anything.” You said, pulling away from Dean and looking at Isaac.

“Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are or when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us, on all of us.” Isaac accused.

“Shut the fuck up, Isaac! This wasn’t his fault, God dammit!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed.

“Alright, that’s enough from everybody,” Tamara said, pulling her husband out of the room. You shook your head, hot tears running down your face.

“Y/N.” Dean said, reaching for you.

“Stop it, Dean.” You pushed past him and left the room, going to the front room by the front door. You walked to the window and sat on the bench underneath it, pulling your knees up to your chest. You looked out the window and didn’t see much. It was kind of foggy but you had the sense something was watching you from out there.

“Y/N, you know he’s just trying to protect you,” Sam said, coming into view. He took a seat next to you and you looked at him.

“No, he wanted to protect himself. I can’t live without him. You saw me when he got into that crash last year. Imagine me when he dies, what’ll happen then?”

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Bad Day at Black Rock- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,878

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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You followed Dean and Sam inside the main office, knowing you had to be the FBI agents you always were when you needed to get access to restricted things.

“Is everything alright with your unit?” The guy behind the counter asked. You looked at his name tag—Melvin was his name.

“Yeah, I really appreciate you calling me first before the police. Look, we think something must have happened up there and we need to get a look at the security cameras from a few hours ago.” Sam said, doing all the talking.

“Sorry, as much as I want to help, I can’t let you look at the tapes. Security reasons and all.” Melvin said, chuckling nervously. Sam looked back at you and Dean before looking at Melvin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge, showing Melvin.

“I need to see those tapes,” Sam said, looking into Melvin’s eyes.

“You got it,” Melvin said, ushering Sam back behind the counter and into the back room.

“Ah, don’t you just love the looks on their faces when they realize who they’re fucking with?” Dean said with a smile, looking over at you. His smile faltered for a minute when he realized you weren’t laughing with him.

“I’m worried, Dean.” You admitted.

“Hey, we’ll find the guys and take back what belongs to my dad,” Dean assured you but you cut him off at the word ‘belongs’.

“No, I’m worried because of Ruby. Look, I know I have this supernatural pull on monsters and stuff, but with her, it’s like it was different,” You expressed your concerns, looking at Dean. “I don’t trust her, Dean. Sam doesn’t know this and he seems to believe every word she says. It felt different with her like she wants something more than to get you out of your deal. Something more… sinister.”

“Hey, I won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll figure this Ruby chick out soon enough. As long as I’m around, she won’t hurt you or Sam and she certainly won’t get what she wants.” Dean said, pulling you close to him.

“You don’t have long.” You whispered, trying not to cry.

“Look at me,” Dean said, tipping your face up. You stared into his eyes and held your breath, wondering what he would say. “I know my time is running up. But I promise you, I won’t stay in Hell forever. I will make it back to you.”

“How can you promise that, Dean? It’s an empty promise and you know it.” You said, reaching up and taking his hands in yours. Before Dean could say anything else, Sam walked back out with Melvin, looking at you and Dean briefly.

“Thanks again, Melvin. Take care,” Sam said, walking over to you and Dean. He could sense something was going on but he didn’t have time to investigate it. Plus, it wasn’t like it was any of his business.

“What did you find?” You asked, not letting go of Dean’s hands.

“A license plate number. I know where they live, come on,” Sam said, walking out of the main office building. You sighed and leaned into Dean while he wrapped an arm around you. He walked with you to the car, kissing you slowly before pulling away.

“We’ll continue this later, okay?” You nodded, knowing it was the conversation he was talking about. You got in the car and Dean peeled out of the parking lot. Sam opened his laptop so he could do a quick search on the license plate number he saw.

Sam found out where the thieves lived and since John’s place was in Buffalo, you found out they, being a man named Wayne, lived in Connecticut, a full six hours away. It wasn’t ideal and you would have thought Wayne lived closer but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting whatever Wayne and his friend stole, back.

It was six in the morning when you got to their place and you sighed, feeling tired but knowing you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep anytime soon. Hopefully, they didn’t open the box but you wouldn’t bet on it. You got out of the Impala and looked at a car that was parked in an alleyway, next to an apartment building. You walked to the back of the car and looked at the plates, nodding in confirmation.

“Connecticut, last three digits are 880,” you said, standing up straight and looking at Sam who nodded in affirmation.

“Yep, that's it.” Dean walked to the car and he got out three guns and handed one to you and Sam, keeping his gun that he always uses, on him.

“They should’ve blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera,” Sam said with a shake of the head.

“Like I said earlier, they don’t know what they’re doing. Now, let’s get back what is ours.” You said, walking to the front of the building with the brothers. You saw someone coming down the stairs of the apartment and you put your gun away, ushering the brothers to do the same. You didn’t want to alarm the woman coming down the stairs.

Thank God, she is leaving the building. This building is one where you had to be buzzed in, in order to get inside. You made it look like you were going inside as if you lived there. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and held the door open for you, being polite.

“Thank you so much.” You said with a smile. She nodded and walked out of your view. You shook your head and walked up the stairs, knowing which floor the thieves lived on. You approached their door and could hear groans come from inside as if someone was losing a game or something.

You grasped the door handle and sent a quick thank you that the door was unlocked. You slipped into the apartment with the brothers, your gun trained in front of you. You peeked around the corner and saw a poker game going on, one man with a bandage on his arm who looked like Wayne from his picture online, smiling and gathering money. He must be the one that broke in the unit and got shot.

“I can't lose. I mean really, I - I can't lose!” Wayne said with a smile. He grabbed a furry thing and grinned. “Maybe this thing really works? You know what I'm saying? I’ll tell you something, there's no way in Hell we are handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now, not after all we've been through. Let's go, huh? Let's get out of here, let's go have some fun.”

“FREEZE, FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE!” Dean yelled as he barged into the room.

“Don’t move!” Sam raised his voice but wasn’t as loud as Dean. You trained your gun on Wayne who was holding what looked to be an animal’s foot.

“What is this?” Wayne asked, throwing the foot on the table.

“He said don’t move!” You yelled, making the men freeze in their spots.

“Alright, give us the box and please tell me that you didn't–”

“Oh, they did.” You interrupted Dean, seeing the cursed box open on the table. You assumed that what Wayne threw on the table, belonged inside the box. Dean huffed out in frustration and pinned Wayne to the wall.

“You opened it?!” Dean yelled angrily.

“Are you guys cops?” Wayne asked.

“What was in the box?” You asked, ignoring Wayne’s question. Wayne looked back at the table and Dean followed his gaze, seeing the animal’s foot near the box.

“What is that thing?” Dean asked, momentarily distracted. You gasped when Wayne used Dean’s distraction to knock the gun out of his hand. It fell to the floor, causing the gun to fire. Watched as the bullet ricochets off a radiator and hits Sam’s gun, causing him to drop his.

You watched as the same bullet ricochets again and heads straight for you. You gasped and ducked right before the bullet flew right past you and into a lamp. Sam heads straights for his gun but there was another man, who you assumed to be Wayne’s friend, in the apartment who struggle for Sam’s gun.

Wayne’s friend pushed Sam into Dean, causing Dean to fall back on the coffee table, sending the animal’s foot in the air.

“Sorry!” Sam said before Wayne’s friend threw himself at Sam, sending them both to the floor. Wayne goes for Dean’s gun and when he picked it up, he aimed it at Sam. You were not going to let Sam or Dean die on your watch. You rushed over to Wayne but Dean got up before you could get to them.

Wayne, seeing this, punches Dean square under the chin which knocks him down again. You gasped and ran at Wayne to get him to stop but Sam yelled something before shoving Wayne’s friend off him.

“I got it!” Sam said, holding up the foot. Since you were closer, it looked to be a rabbit’s foot.

“No, Sam!” You said but gasped when Wayne cocked Dean’s gun in Sam’s face. You stayed still, not wanting any kind of movement to cause Wayne to shoot Sam in the face.

“No, you don't,” Wayne said, pulling the trigger. You yelled and tried to do something but the gun didn’t go off. The gun seemed to be jammed but this was Dean’s gun so it never jammed out. Something else was going on here. It had to be the rabbit’s foot. It is a cursed object, so it must be having an influence on the situation.

Wayne is clearly panicking and tries to clear the chamber but Dean scrambles to get up so he could stop Wayne. But Wayne freaks out and he backs up, tripping over the rug in the room, falling back until he hit his head just right on the ground which knocked him out.

You, Sam and Dean look at one another, very confused on what just happened. Wayne’s friend, however, stands up and with Sam’s gun in his hand, points it at Sam.

“No! Sam!” You said, raising your gun so you could shoot at Wayne’s friend. You mentally punched yourself for not using your gun earlier since you were the only one who had a gun that worked. As Wayne’s friend moved, the books on the bookcase next to him fall over and the books slam into his head, knocking him out cold. Sam’s gun flies out of Wayne’s friend’s hand and Sam caught it easily in his own hand.

“What the hell is going on here?” You asked, confused as to what just happened.

“Is that a rabbit’s foot?” Dean asked, getting a good look at the foot in Sam’s hand. Sam held up the foot and inspected it, nodding in confirmation.

“I think it is.”

“Sam, you idiot, that is a cursed object! Why would you touch it?” You asked, sighing when he shrugged, putting it in his pocket. “Let’s just get out of here and figure out what the hell this thing is and what it actually does.”

“Agreed.” Dean nodded, him and Sam following you out of the apartment.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Sin City- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,803

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, implied smut, blood, you know the usual

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It was getting dark outside and you wondered where the hell Sam was when a car pulled up. You knew Sam would need to hotwire a car but you didn’t see Sam in the driver’s seat. You frowned when he and the priest from the church got out.

“Sam! You brought the priest! No offense, Father,” You quickly added.

“None taken. I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. I mean, I’ve known Casey since she was a little girl and when I heard she was trapped in her basement, I wanted to help.” Father Gil explained.

“Right, whatever. Dean and Casey are in the basement and I tried yelling for him but my voice wasn’t loud enough,” you looked at Sam since his was way deeper and louder than yours. He seemed to get the message and walked over to the caved in the basement.

“Dean?!” Sam yelled out, his voice booming off the rocks. That seemed to do the trick since you heard Dean’s voice yell back.

“Sam??” you heard Dean’s voice muffled by the wall.

“Yeah! Don’t worry, we’re coming!” Sam said. You were so busy trying to save Dean, you didn’t notice Father Gil behind you.

“Who's we?” Dean asked.

“I’m here with Y/N and Father Gil.”

“Sammy, be careful,” Dean warned. You turned around just in time to see Father Fil’s eyes turn black. How ironic that a demon would be a priest. You didn’t have any time to react because a shot was heard and a bullet hit the stone wall behind you three. You all looked to see your dad. Again, you didn’t have any time to react before Father Gil was using his demonic powers to fling Bobby aside and then flung Sam into the windshield of the Impala.

You growled and rushed at Father Gil only to have him throw you against the stone wall. You groaned in pain and slid to the ground, your vision a bit spotty. Father Gil broke down the door to the house and walked inside. You got up, ignoring the pain in your back and rushed over to your dad, glad to see him there.

“Dad, are you alright?” You asked, making sure he wasn’t hurt. Sam rushed over and helped Bobby up but he handed Sam the Colt, wasting no time.

“Go!” Bobby yelled and Sam nodded, grabbing the Colt and rushing inside. You knew that Sam could handle this and you helped your dad up and looked at him in the eyes.

“How did you get it to work? Earlier this week, you had no idea how it ticked.” You asked your dad.

“I helped him,” You heard a female say from behind you. You whipped around to see Ruby, all smug.

“You let her help you?” You asked Bobby, pissed that he let his guard down.

“I know how it seems…” Your dad tried to explain.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Ruby said with an eye roll.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” You whipped back to Ruby, glaring at her. “You may have helped fix the Colt and ‘said’ you could help Dean out of his deal but you’re a fucking demon and I don’t trust you at all. Like I’m really going to believe that your only motive is to provide help. Fuck that and fuck you.”

Just then, you heard two shots go off from the basement and you wasted no time running into the house, leaving the demon with your dad. You knew he was safe for now and when you got to the basement, you saw Father Gil and Casey dead on the floor, a heaving Sam with the smoking gun in his hand and Dean with wide eyes.

You stared at Sam before running over to Dean and bringing him into your arms.

“Oh, don’t ever do that again,” You mumbled into his neck. His hands rubbed your back and you pulled away and looked at Sam who sighed. The case was over and you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of Dodge.

Tomorrow came around and you were with Dean, Sam, and your dad, talking about the case and what it all meant. You left Casey’s house and were now walking to Bobby’s car which was in the city since you all stopped to get food before he left.

“Well, what do you think, Bobby? About what we did here, you think it made a difference?” Dean asked.

“Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing.”

“Yeah, but Trotter is still alive,” Dean commented. You didn’t know what went down between Sam and Trotter but Dean was right. He shouldn’t be treating women like this.

“Humans ain't our job,” Bobby responded.

“But the things he’s doing to women, I mean, he tried to do them to me. Shouldn’t we at least do something?” You said, biting your lower lip.

“We need to focus on these demons or else there won’t be women left for him to boss around.” Sam made a good point there.

“Yeah, alright, I have to get back. I still need to do research on this whole thing and you need to figure out where they might be heading next.” Bobby said, walking to his car.

“Yeah, alright, drive safe out there, Bobby,” Sam said with a tight smile. Bobby nodded and Sam and Dean gave him a hug before walking off. You smiled and gave your dad a hug but before you could walk off, he grabbed your hand.

“Hey, before you go, I wanna say something,” Bobby said. You looked back at Sam and Dean who noticed you weren’t with them and looked back at you and your dad. You look at Bobby and nodded, waiting for him to continue. “You called me dad.”

“You’re very observant,” You chuckled nervously. You could sense the question Bobby didn’t ask. You could see it in his eyes. “Drive safe, okay? I’ll call later and we can talk more, okay… dad?” Bobby grinned and he nodded, bringing you in for another hug before letting you go. He got into his car and you watched as he drove off. You walked back over to Sam and Dean, Dean putting his arm around your shoulder.

“So, you going to call him that from now on?” Dean asked.

“I think it could stick,” You chuckled.

Back at the motel, you started packing up yours and Dean’s things while he was out grabbing food at the diner across the street. Sam as packing his things and it was silent until you heard Ruby behind you two.

“Leaving so soon? We haven't even had a chance to celebrate.” You and Sam both whipped around to see Ruby standing there with a smirk.

“Yeah, well you can celebrate without us,” Sam said with a glare.

“You're not gonna get all pouty on me now, are you? Come on! You killed two demons today!” Ruby said, exasperated.

“Yeah, well, maybe you don't care, but I killed two humans, too,” Sam said but you decided to be silent for the time being. You didn’t know what her deal was and you didn’t like the vibes you got from her. This was more about being a demon, this was about something else. You didn’t like it.

“Sam, you know what happens when demons piggyback humans. They leave them rode hard and put up wet. Chances are those two would have died a slow, sticky death. You probably did them a favor.” Ruby said with an eye roll.

“Did them a favor? You're a cold bitch, you know that?” You finally spoke up, taking a few steps to her.

“Yeah, and this cold bitch has saved your ass a couple of times now. Some respect might be nice. Especially if you want me to help you out with Dean and his little problem.”

“You know, you keep saying that but you have done shit to help! Last I checked, Dean is still going to Hell and you still have your hand in your pants, claiming you’re going to help. Look, I don’t like you and I think I made that very clear. I’m grateful for the help you did provide but you’re done. We don’t want you here anymore. Right, Sam?” You said, expecting him to agree with you but you didn’t get a response. You looked at Sam to see him staring at Ruby with an open mouth.

“Everything in its own time, Y/N. But there’s a quid pro quo here. We're in a war.” Ruby said, not waiting for Sam to say something.

“Right. But for some reason, you're fighting on our team. Now, tell me, why is that again?” Sam finally spoke up.

“Go fuck yourself, that's why,” Ruby said with a sweet smile. “I don't have to justify my actions to you or to you. If you don't want my help, fine. Then give me the gun and I'll pass it on to someone who will use it.”

“Maybe I’ll use it on you,” Sam said, taking the Colt out and pointing it at Ruby.

“Go ahead,” Ruby said with a shrug. “It's not gonna do much for Dean, though.” It was silent while Sam contemplated shooting Ruby but he hesitated which gave Ruby her answer. “That’s what I thought,”

“He might not be able to do it but I’m sick and tired of your bullshit,” You grabbed the gun and aimed it at her, pulling the trigger. She knew not to mess with you and disappeared before the bullet could hit her. The bullet stuck in the wall and Sam grabbed the gun before you could do any more damage.

“Hey! That wasn’t cool!” Sam put the gun away, sighing when Ruby didn’t return.

“Look, she’s pulling your chain! She doesn’t have shit to help Dean and you know it! You’re just in denial.” You raised your voice, going back to packing.

“Wow, look at you. You’re just accepting Dean’s death as final! What happened to the girl who would do anything to help Dean, huh?” Sam asked you.

“I am not God, Sam! I want, more than anyone, that Dean doesn’t go to Hell but we’ve sunk so low as to accept help from a demon! A fucking demon! You know she has other motives, Sam! How could you trust her so easily??” You were screaming at the end. You hated fighting with Sam but you didn’t trust Ruby at all.

“I am willing to do anything to help Dean and if I have to get help from a demon, then so be it! At least I’m getting help!” Sam yelled, throwing the rest of this things in his bag before storming out of the room. You got tears and collapsed to the floor, not knowing what to do anymore.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Sin City- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,473

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, implied smut, you know the usual

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After the police arrived, they cuffed the man who wanted to kill himself, Reggie. That was his name and the man who he killed was named John. You looked around and the bar was empty which you expected. You saw cops everywhere you looked and you thought it would be best if you got the hell out of there quick.

“We should get out of here. There are too many cops here.” You whispered to Sam and Dean.

“Yeah, but just be cool,” Dean muttered back to you.

“Man, that poor bastard. The only thing possessing him was a six pack.” You said to Sam and Dean while walking to the front of the bar.

“So, what’s the deal? People in this town getting possessed or not?” Sam asked the million dollar question.

“I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is— a town full of scumbags.” Dean shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t think that’s what this is.” You said and as soon as you walked out of the bar, you were greeted by a handsome police officer in a tighter than normal uniform.

“Y’all ready for your mugshots?” The officer asked the three of you. Immediately you all stiffened up at his words and you were about to question him when he elaborated. “The photographer's gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper.”

“I’d be an honor, Officer. What a thrill!” Dean said, faking enthusiasm.

“We really should get going,” you suggested and the cop nodded, knowing when he wasn’t wanted. He smiled at the three of you and headed off to the other group of cops.

“Wait a second, wait,” Dean said, looking around the parking lot.

“What is it?” You asked.

“There is no one inside, right?”

“Yeah, the place is empty, why?”

“Then where’s Richie?” Dean asked and you three shared the same look. Richie had gotten himself into trouble.

“No, the question is… Where’s the bartender?” You noticed she was gone too.

In the morning, when Sam was still sleeping, Dean was obsessing over finding Richie. You knew how to hack into many things and tracking his phone was one of your skills. Dean gave you Richie’s number and you did your thing, trying to track his phone. It turned out that he was still in town and you got an address and since it was still early, you and Dean set off to find him.

What you came to find wasn’t what you expected. You found Richie alright but he was dead in some woman’s basement. You swore as Dean picked him up, pissed at whoever did this. Dean didn’t want to just leave him there and while he was giving him a proper burial, you looked around the basement to see if you could find out who did this.

You saw pictures of the bartender hanging around and you thought this was her home but you didn’t think she was capable of doing such a thing until you came across something huge.

“Dean, you need to see this!” you yelled out to him. He finished with what he was doing and walked to you, seeing the pictures of you, Sam and Dean along with someone named Crowley. You didn’t know what this was but you figured she was the demon you were tracking since she had kept tabs on you three.

“Trotter isn’t the demon, it’s her. She must have killed Richie. Poor Richie.” You finished with a sigh.

“Okay, look, Sam can’t know about this yet. Look, I have a plan but I need you to know that this isn’t real and my only goal is trapping her in here.” Dean said, getting out the can of spray paint he had in the duffel bag he brought with him in case Richie was in danger.

“What are you thinking?” You asked, seeing him start to spray paint underneath the rug that was inside the basement. Dean looked up at you before going back to painting. As he worked, Dean told you what he wanted to do and even though you didn’t like it, you wanted to kill this bitch for killing Richie.

“Alright, fine.” You said, leaving the basement with Dean to get Sam and go back to the bar where the bartender worked. You learned her name was Casey and she wasn’t the best of people to be around, you learned.

You and Dean sat at a table in the back, Sam getting the beers at the bar. The place was filled with people as if what happened yesterday didn’t even happen at all. You wondered just how often this sort of thing happened in this town. Sam came back to the table with three beers and sat opposite of you and Dean.

“Any luck?” Sam asked, noticing the disappointed look on Dean’s face.

“How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?” Dean said with a shake of his head. This was all part of the act since you didn’t want Sam knowing what happened just yet.

“Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed.” Sam tried to think of the positive side of this situation.

“Sam, you don’t know this guy. He’s a moron, a sweet moron but he’s no coward. He wouldn’t just bail on us. We have to go find him.” You said, putting up an act.

“Alright, then in the meantime while you two do that, I’m going to find this Trotter guy,” Sam said, standing up.

“Why? He’s not a demon.” You said to him.

“I want to have a talk with him.” That is all that Sam said before leaving the table. You sighed and turned to Dean, wondering where you were going to start.

“Okay, that was weird. Why is he going after this guy?” you asked Dean. Maybe he knew something you didn’t.

“Look, he shouldn’t get away with what he did to you.”

“What are you talking about? The only reason I didn’t sock him in his jaw is because I didn’t want any trouble and the men he was with were huge. I mean, MMA huge. I know I can defend myself but two of them against me, even I couldn’t come out of that fight.”

“I’m talking about women aren’t objects. He shouldn’t get away with treating you or any woman like that. Sam and I talked about it last night while you were sleeping. He going to teach him a lesson.” Dean shrugged his shoulders.

“Did you not hear what I just said? These men were huge. I know Sam is big and all but these men looked as if they could kill Sam with one punch.” You said, kind of not surprised they would do this.

“Come on, Sam can handle himself.” Dean showed no concern for his brother.

“Whatever, don’t come crying to me when Sam is severely injured because he couldn’t keep it to himself.” You scoffed, just now noticing a woman approaching your table.

“Wow, I have to tell you, every woman in this place want to eat you up,” she said, putting all of her attention to Dean.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, making her look at you.

“Oh, don’t be jealous, I didn’t come over here to talk to just him. Look, I normally charge $400 dollars a night. But, since you basically saved this entire bar, why don’t we get the hell out of here. Just the three of us?” The hooker suggested with a wink to both of you. Was she suggesting a threesome?

“Who the fuck do you think we look like? Go back to the whorehouse you fucked your way through.” You glared at her, offended she would even come up to you and say that. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, flipping you off before walking away.

“Wow, did I just see you two strike out with a prostitute?” You looked up and saw the bartender that was missing yesterday. She was cleaning the table in front of you and Dean.

“Please tell me you’re not like her,” you asked of her, hoping she was better than this.

“Oh God no, I know my own self-worth,” She chuckled, walking over to your table, putting the dirty rag over her shoulder.

“Hey, mind if I ask you a question?” Dean spoke up and she nodded, waiting for him to ask. “You got something going with some guy, you know, about 6 foot, wears a sweatsuit...?”

“Who?” She asked and you didn’t know if she was lying or telling the truth.

“Nah, never mind about that,” Dean said, sipping his drink.

“Okay, I gotta know, what’s the situation here?” Casey asked, leaning against the table.

“What do you mean?” You wondered.

“Are you two dating? Just friends? Siblings?” Dean chuckled and he looked at you before looking at Casey.

“Nah, she’s my sister. Why? You looking to have a bit of fun?” Dean asked, smirking at the bartender. You bit your own tongue to keep from acting out. This was all part of the plan but that didn’t mean you had to like it.

“Yeah, are you sure you can handle it?” She asked, leaning closer to Dean. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at this bitch.

“Why don’t you tell me what time you get off and then I can see just how much of you I can handle.” Dean flirted back.

“Why wait? I can get off now.” She said with a wink before walking off.

“This bitch doesn’t know who she’s messing with.” You growled under your breath.

“Look, I know you don’t like it and I don’t either but this is the only way to get her back to the basement. She knows who we are and she wants to kill us. But she won’t get the chance. You know how I feel about you.” Dean whispered to you.

“Yeah, I know. Send this bitch back to where she came from.” You muttered and pulled away from Dean when you saw her come back to the table, this time without her uniform on.

“Let’s go.” She said, holding her hand out. Dean looked at you before grabbing her hand and walking away from the table and out the bar. You chugged your beer before getting up and paying the drinks. You sighed and walked out of the bar to see Casey and Dean get into the Impala. You rushed over to a car in the back and hotwired it, getting inside before following Dean and Casey back to her place.

You were his backup if anything went wrong. You drove behind the two, your headlights off since you could see without them and parked 100 yards behind them and getting out. You ran across the field and saw Dean and Casey walk into the basement where you had set the trap up. You rushed to them just as the door closed. You sighed and pressed your ear against it and was thankful that it was thin enough to hear what they were saying.

“Looks like the maid's day off,” Dean commented. There was silence for a few minutes before Dean spoke again. “Everything okay?” You couldn’t hear what happened next but you heard shuffling and you hoped Casey stepped into the trap you two set up.

“Oh, I forgot to mention... Richie was a friend of mine. When I realized I could track the GPS in his cellphone, I swung by earlier, gave him a proper burial. It's better than rotting in some skank's basement.” Dean said, giving up his cover. You heard Casey growl but no fight which meant she was in the devil’s trap.

“Sorry sister, you’re going back to where you came from,” Dean said and you pictured him taking out the book with the exorcism ritual on it. You heard Casey laugh which confused you a lot.

“I don’t think so,” Dean ignored her and began reading the book, his Latin perfect. You could remember the nights when John was out hunting and Sam was asleep only for you and Dean to be practicing your Latin. It took a long ass time to get it right but you both managed to perfect it. It’s a shame Latin is almost a dead language.

You heard Dean chanting the verse when you felt and heard the door rattle. You backed up a bit, not knowing what was happening since it was impossible for the wind to be coming from inside the place. Just then, you heard a thump come from inside and the walls of the basement came crashing down. The basement walls were made of stone and when you opened the doors to see if you could get inside, the whole entrance was blocked from the rocks.

“Dean!!!” You yelled, trying to move the rocks but they were really heavy. You couldn’t hear anything that was going on since the rocks were so much thicker than the wooden door and you had no idea what to do. You were glad that you came along but angry that Dean was trapped inside with a demon.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You muttered, taking out your cell phone. You thought before exploring this house, it would be best if you got some backup first and Sam was looking really nice at the moment. You dialed Sam, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hey, where the hell are you two?” Sam answered the phone.

“Look, that bartender is the demon. She killed Richie and now she and Dean are trapped in the basement and I have no way of getting to her or to Dean and I need your help. I’ll text you the address.” You said and Sam agreed to be there as soon as possible. You sighed and dialed your dad, knowing it would be best if he was here too.

“Hey, any luck?” You dad said when he answered.

“Yeah, look, Dean is stuck in the basement with the demon and I have no way of getting to them. I called Sam but I might need your help.” You explained.

“On my way. Fortunately for you, I got the Colt up and running.” Bobby said as he started his car.

“Great, we’re going to need it. Wait, how did you fix it?” You asked.

“Not the time,” Bobby said before hanging up. You frowned and sighed, walking over to the Impala. You peered inside and didn’t see his weapons and knew they were all in the trunk and the only way to get inside the locked trunk was with Dean’s keys which were in his pocket. You sighed and didn’t know what else you could do except wait so you thought of a plan before Sam or Bobby could arrive.

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The Magnificent Seven- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,029

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, ANGST!!!!, panic attacks, blood, you know the usual

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The next morning, you and the Winchesters heard of a murder that happened at one of the local shops in town. You didn’t have FED clothes with you so you three decided to go how you always dressed as. You and Dean were inside the shop while Sam was outside, observing. Bobby was somewhere else, but you didn’t know where.

“What do you think of this?” Dean asked, looking at you.

“I don’t know what to think. You were right, these demons were let out a week ago and they haven’t done anything until now. Why now? Why not earlier? What do they want?” You said, clearly frustrated.

“Hey, calm down, we’ll figure it out,” Dean said, placing a hand on your arm.

“No, Dean! This is all pointless! Soon, you’ll be dead and I’ll be wishing I was dead. What’s the point of all this? What’s the point of living when you have nothing else to live for?” You said, sighing deeply. Dean was about to say something when Sam walked in.

“Are you two fighting again?” Sam asked, seeing the looks on yours and Dean’s faces.

“Stay out of it, Sammy,” Dean said with a sigh.

“You know, we are supposed to be working,” Sam said, looking at you.

“We are working, Sam.” You said, ignoring Dean. Just then, your dad walked into the store, his hair slicked back and wearing a suit.

“Whoa,” Dean said, whistling when he saw Bobby. “Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you this time, a G-man?”

“Attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect.” He said, walking in front of you and the brothers.

“Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?” Sam asked.

“Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs: no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing.”

“Maybe she’s just a random whack job,” Dean said with a shrug.

“If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you guys find anything around here?”

“No, no sulfur or anything.” You commented.

“Well, maybe something,” Dean said, turning to look at a security camera above the front door.

“It’s worth checking out.” You said. With Dean’s charm working on the manager of the store, she let you and the brothers plus Bobby, watch the security tapes from that day. Sam was the one seated in the chair and you, Dean and Bobby hovered around, watching the tapes.

“Nothing is happening.” You said, watching a redheaded man walk into the store.

“I don’t know, we may have found our guy,” Sam said, sitting up straighter when the man approached the blonde girl who did the attacking. He whispered something to the blonde woman who then attacked a brunette woman for her shoes. You noticed something strange about this all with the family and this girl who was murdered. You didn’t know what it was right now but you would figure it out eventually.

“So, what are we going to do with this?” You asked, looking at the men.

“Why don’t you and Sam figure out who this man is and Bobby and I will figure out where he’s headed to next,” Dean suggested, walking out of the room.

“I guess.” You looked at Sam who shrugged. It was for the best you were with Sam because then you and Dean might end up fighting the entire time if you two were alone. You and Sam walked out of the store and down the sidewalk.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you and Dean.” Sam started to say.

“Sam, not now, okay?”

“No, listen to me. You know it’s going to happen, okay? I know how hard it is for you and I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but wouldn’t it be a lot easier to live your life with him in it instead of trying to get angry all the time?” Sam asked. You knew he was right, you couldn’t change this and you couldn’t stay angry forever.

You looked at him and out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a blonde woman following you two.

“Sam, someone is following us.” You whispered. You and Sam slowed your pace and then turned around, not seeing anyone there.

“There is no one there,” Sam said. You looked around, not seeing any blonde person near you.

“Come on, let’s figure out who this guy is.” You said, continued to walk with Sam.

While you and Sam were out, it took all day to get someone to tell you who this guy was. It was only when you weren’t getting anywhere, did you use your FBI personas. When you got what you needed to hear, it was nighttime. You and Sam met up with Dean by the bar Dean texted you to meet at.

You approached the side of Bobby’s car and smiled a little as you put your finger to your lips, signaling to Sam that he should be quiet. You crept up to Dean’s window and suddenly, you pounded on the window, startling both Bobby and Dean.

You laughed at their discomfort but Dean didn’t care if you scared him or not. He was glad to see you smile. You opened the door and pushed Dean’s seat forward, squishing him. You hurriedly got in, Sam slipping in behind you. Dean fixed his seat and closed the door.

“That’s not funny,” Dean said, looking at you. You gave him a shy smile and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to him. He winked at you and you bit your lip, looking at Sam.

“Yeah. Uh, alright, so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago.” Sam said, telling them what you got earlier.

“The night the Devil's Gate opened?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

“So, you think he’s possessed?” Dean asked.

“Well, it's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?”

“Those demons that got out at the gate, they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen,” Bobby said with a sigh, watching the front door of the bar.

“Guys, you want to know what I thought was strange while watching the security tape?” You asked.

“What?” Bobby asked.

“That young blonde woman who attacked the other girl, she did it because she wanted the shoes, right?”

“Right, what about it?” Sam asked.

“She did it out of envy.” You said, expecting them to figure it out by now.

“Okay, so? What does that have to do with anything?” Dean said.

“Dean, Envy is one of the seven deadly sins. Some people thought they were human vices but one man said they are actual devils as in demons. The man we’re trying to tail is Envy.” You said, seeing them start to get it.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered.

“Here comes Envy now.” You said, seeing the demon step out of a car and into the bar.

“Alright. Showtime.” Dean said, ready to get out of the car.

“Dean, wait a minute,” Bobby said.

“What?”

“Dean, did you not hear what I just said? That is Envy and where there is one sin, six are soon to be near, if not in the actual bar. These demons haven’t been around for centuries. The last time they were around, it was the Dark Ages. These demons are powerful and they’re free which means they have no problem killing you, me, and anyone who gets in their way.” You said, staring at him.

“Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?” Dean said, not happy with just sitting here.

“We’re no good to people, dead, Dean!” Bobby said. Your eyes moved slightly to the right, past Dean’s head where you saw two more people get out of a car.

“Guys, we have another problem.” You pointed to Isaac and Tamara who were walking to the bar’s entrance.

“Damn it!” Bobby said, getting out of the car.

“We have to go save them.” You said, going to the trunk and opening it to see what kind of things you could be using.

“Here, take these. They are loaded with holy water.” Bobby said, giving you a canister and Dean and Sam one as well. You took it and was about to grab something else when you heard commotion going on inside the bar. You looked at the three men and started to run to the door, trying to get it open.

“It’s locked.” You said, looking at Dean and Sam. They both nodded and with one look, they were charging at the door. You made sure you were out of the way before they hit the doors with their shoulders. They rattled but nothing worked.

“Here, let me try.” You said, setting your canister down by your feet.

“Sweetheart, no offense, if Sam and I can’t do it, you can’t,” Dean said, rubbing his sore shoulder.

“I’m not touching the door. Stand back.” You faced the door and took a deep breath, moving your hands up your body before shooting them outward. Since you’ve been so stressed and emotional, the magic was just waiting for your command. You grunted out when the magic shot out of you, hitting the door. It didn’t open but since the door was wooden, it was creaking and cracking.

You put your hands tiredly to your sides but you couldn’t give up now. You did it once more, another surge of magic leaving your body. You groaned, feeling a trickle of blood escape your nose. Maybe putting this much stress on yourself wasn’t good for you.

“Sweetheart, stop,” Dean said, pulling you away. You wiped the blood off on your sleeve and looked at Dean.

“No, I can keep going.” You said, not sure if you could or not.

“No, you can’t. You’re hurting yourself. Bobby, get the car. We’re running this place down.” You sighed and nodded, thinking it was better to listen to Dean. You picked up your canister and followed everyone to the car. Once everyone was inside, Bobby pulled away and turned the car around, putting it in reverse. He slammed on the gas and you held on as the car ran right into the building, breaking the wooden walls.

You saw everyone look at you and everyone except Tamara had black eyes. You looked at the floor and saw a dead Isaac and your heart constricted at the thought of Tamara losing her best friend. You rushed out of the car and once you did, the fight broke out. The demons charged at you but you were prepared.

You and the Winchester started throwing the holy water at the demons which kept them away. It sizzled their skin and they cried out in pain. Bobby reached for Tamara and pulled her away, despite her calling out for Isaac.

Bobby traded Tamara for Sam’s canister and Sam pushed her inside the car, getting in after her since he could prevent her from getting out.

“ISAAC!!” She screamed. Bobby got in the car as well but you and Dean weren’t done. You kept flinging the water at the demons. You were busy keeping the rest away, you didn’t see Envy fight with Dean towards the back of the car.

“Dean, come on! Dean! Y/N!” Sam yelled. You backed up, walking around the car while Dean managed to get Envy in the trunk where it was protected by a Devil’s Trap so you know Envy wasn’t going anywhere. Dean rushed into the front seat and you frowned, not seeing a place for you. Before you could do anything, Dean grabbed your waist and pulled you inside and on his lap. It was a little uncomfortable but it allowed Bobby to get away.

“Go, go, go, go, go, go!” Dean said and Bobby wasted no time screeching out of there.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Sin City- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,251

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, implied smut, you know the usual

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“Hey, what are you thinking about?” You snapped out of your gaze from the view below and looked at Dean who was watching you with curiosity.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You said with a smile, picking up your fork and resumed eating. Dean, since acquiring a lot of money from the rabbit’s foot, took you on a really expensive date. You appreciated what he went through to get you balcony seats, overlooking Sioux Falls city with its beautiful lights and commotion from the people walking around down below.

You loved the change of scenery, the food was delicious, the dress you bought made you feel very sexy along with the heels that even with them on, you still were shorter than Dean. Even Dean looked delicious enough to take home. The whole thing was perfect… too perfect for your tastes.

You loved that he wanted to take you out and to make you feel special but this wasn’t you. The dress, the dinner, the place, it wasn’t you. You’d be just as happy at a diner, eating burgers and drinking beer with Dean. After that, maybe taking a drive through the isolated parts of South Dakota.

“I know you better than you know yourself, sweetheart. I know when you’re lying.” Dean commented, putting down his fork to watch you. You looked into his eyes and knew you wouldn’t be able to fool him for long. Dean was a smart man and it was a shame that people didn’t see it. They all saw Sam as the smart one but you thought Dean was smarter than Sam in more ways than one.

“I’ll tell you later. I don’t want to ruin the lovely evening you had planned for us.”

“It is pretty nice out here, isn’t it?” Dean asked but you knew the true meaning behind those words. He hated this just as much as you did. You felt like you couldn’t be yourself in these places. You just didn’t blend with these kinds of people.

“You claim to know me better than I know me. Same goes for you, pal. I know you hate it out here and frankly, so do I. I love that you wanted to do something nice for me, but I’m just as happy, if not happier than eating a burger, drinking some beers and being with my boyfriend in our pajamas all night.” You said, making Dean break out a smile.

“There is a reason why I love you,” Dean said, motioning to a waiter for the check.

“Is that the only reason?” You asked, a smile playing on your face.

“There are others but you have to wait until we’re alone. If I show you now, the police will get called on us.” Dean said with a wink. You laughed and threw your head back, not caring about the stares you received. You were ready to blow this joint and so was Dean. The waiter brought the check over and Dean paid with cash, or should you say overpaid. He stood up after placing the money down and grabbed your hand, pulling you up.

“You know, I’m glad you got $46,000 and my complaint is worthless but don’t you think putting down two hundred dollar bills a little over the top?” You said, leaving the table with Dean, making your way through the other couples and families inside the restaurant.

“I still have a lot of money left to do with what I please. I’ve never had money I didn’t know what to do with so sue me for living a little,” Dean said, entering the elevator to go back down to where the car was. Dean wasn’t too happy to give his keys to a valet since he only trusted you and Sam with his car but you convinced him to “live a little” and to “stop being a baby”.

Dean gave his ticket stub to the person in charge and he had a much younger man fetch Dean’s car for him. Dean tensed when you saw a young man, no older than twenty, left to get Dean’s car. When the driver pulled up to the front of the building, showing that Dean’s car was fine and just how he left it, Dean let out a breath you knew he’d been holding since he gave his keys away.

Dean was more than happy to get behind the wheel but not before opening your door. You giggled and thanked him, climbing into the front seat. When Dean got behind the wheel, he took off, glad to be in the comfort of his own car. You tried to get comfortable but the dress you were wearing didn’t allow that so you hiked up the end of the dress over your thighs, showing off your long legs.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Dean groaned out, seeing the new flesh on display for him. You looked over at him to see his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“I wasn’t doing it for you. I need to be able to move in this dress. Let’s just go to a diner and get some real food. As delicious as the other food was, I wasn’t going to get full on the tiny portions they serve.” You said, shaking your head before turning on the radio.

“Yes, ma’am.” Dean drawled, driving a bit faster to the vicinity where your dad lived. You were staying with him for the next few days since you wanted to focus on the demon problem you had and the cases seemed to be gravitating in South Dakota anyway. So, you’d figure you’d stay there.

Dean pulled up to a diner and you both got out, not caring you were overdressed to be in a diner. You’d wanted to take the food back to Bobby’s place so you ordered, telling the waitress that it was going to be to-go which she didn’t seem to mind. The place wasn’t empty and she was glad that she didn’t have to serve another couple tonight.

After getting your food, Dean paid and you walked back to the car, eager to eat the food now instead of waiting until you got back to Bobby’s place. You both were finished when you pulled up into the junkyard that was full of dead cars.

You got out and was about to walk to the house when Dean grabbed your hand to stop you. You looked at him and wondered why he stopped you when you saw the look on his face.

“Now, are you going to tell me what was on your mind back at the restaurant?” Damn it, you thought he was going to forget. You bit your lip and looked back at the house to see the lights on and you knew either Sam or Bobby or both were up, probably waiting for you and Dean to get back.

“Do you really want your night ruined? I mean, it’s not exactly happy thoughts.” You finished with a sigh.

“It’s not going to ruin my night. Talk to me.”

“You’re going to Hell and there is nothing I can do about it and it makes me very sad.” That is what you wanted to say but you knew you couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault that he made a deal, it was yours. It was your own fault for getting yourself killed. You didn’t want to lay all of this on Dean right now so you had to think of a way to put it nicely, the better version of how you felt.

“I’m just going to miss you, is all.” That is what you actually said. You promised yourself you weren’t going to cry and you didn’t have time to since Dean pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back but he pulled away shortly after.

“Let’s not think about that right now. I’m not going anywhere tonight so why don’t I show you what I wanted to show you back at the restaurant?” Dean said, pulling you close and pressing his lips against your neck. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, feeling his soft lips nibble and suck at your neck.

“Dean, my dad and Sam are in there.” You whispered, not caring in the moment about them. If it was just Sam, you wouldn’t care. You knew it was wrong to think that but you and Dean have had sex with Sam in the same building before. But your dad was in the house as well and it might be weird if he heard you. Everyone knows that you weren’t a quiet girl in the sheets and Dean could be vocal at times. He just had a better time controlling himself than you could.

“Then I guess you better be quiet,” Dean whispered, moving his lips to your ear before pulling you towards the house for a night of fun.

You woke up the next morning alone. You looked to your side of the bed and saw the sheets crumpled up and remembered your night with Dean. You smile, the memories replaying fresh in your mind. You ran your hand over the sheets and since they were cold, you knew that Dean has been up for a while. You looked over at the clock and saw it was still morning. It was late morning but still morning.

You got up and ignored the soreness throughout your body and put on your sweater since it was cold in your dad’s house. You walked out of the room and down the stairs to see your dad working on the Colt and Dean melting some metal into bullets, you assumed. You didn’t see Sam but you didn’t worry about that right now.

“Hey, look who’s finally up,” Dean said, making Bobby look at you too. You blushed and smoothed down your hair since you knew it must look crazy. You bit your lip and pulled down the sleeves of your sweater and took a seat on the couch, looking at Dean and then your dad.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked both men.

“Seeing what makes this thing tick,” Bobby answered.

“Making bullets,” Dean answered at the same time as Bobby. You nodded and got up, walking over to your dad and looked at the Colt.

“Anything?”

“No, but I’m coming along… slowly.” You nodded and heard the door open and Sam walked in with a newspaper in his hand.

“Hey,” Sam said when he saw the three of you.

“Hey, you find anything?” You asked, knowing the newspaper wasn’t for entertainment.

“I might've found some omens in Ohio: dry lightning and barometric-pressure drop.”

“Thrilling,” Dean commented.

“Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out,” Sam added.

“You think it’s demonic omens,” you fit the pieces together. Sam nodded and was about to say something else when Dean spoke first.

“It could just be suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.”

“Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln,” Sam said.

“Where in Ohio did this happen?” You asked Sam.

“Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt.”

“Man, there has got to be something or a demon or two in South Beach… right?” Dean complained, wanting to go somewhere nice for a change. As much as you would love to go to the beach and chill, you had work to do.

“Sorry, maybe next time,” Sam chuckled. He turned to Bobby and saw the Colt in front of him. “How’s it going, Bobby? Any luck?”

“Slow,” Bobby said a little distracted.

“So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio… you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?” Dean teased Bobby a smirk on his face while you and Sam smiled and chuckled. Bobby looked up from the Colt and looked at Dean dead in the eyes.

“Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you.”

“Alright, enough of that kind of talk. We’re wasting daylight. I’ll get dressed and then we can go.” You said, turning around and walking back to your room to get changed. Just as you pulled off your shirt, Dean walked into the room, closing the door. You checked to make sure it wasn’t Sam or your dad before continued to get dressed.

“You have fun last night?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer.

“You know the answer to that already,” you blushed, taking off your bra and throwing on a tight shirt that didn’t need a bra since it was tighter on the chest area. You were just about to take off your pajama pants when you felt Dean grab your hips and pull you back into him. You felt his lips pepper kisses on your neck before he whispered into your ear.

“I know but I wanted to hear you say it.” You laughed and pushed him away, stripping your bottom half and changing panties and sliding some leggings on your body. You packed up your things and turned to Dean, smiling at him.

“We can go.”

“Seriously, you’re killing me in that outfit,” Dean complained, giving your body a once over.

“That’s the idea,” you winked at him and walked past him, making sure to sway your hips more than usual. You heard Dean groan from behind you but he followed you to the car nonetheless.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bad Day at Black Rock- Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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You woke up to someone wrapping duct tape around your chest, securing you against one of the chairs in the room. You opened your eyes and lifted your head, looking at the two men in front of you, one of them throwing the duct tape on the bed.

“Ah, she’s awake!” one of them said, kicking Sam in his seat who was startled awake. “Great, now you’re both awake.”

“Who the hell are you?” You asked, trying to get out of the tape but realized it was no use.

“The name is Kubrick and this is my partner Creedy. Wow, Sam Winchester. We didn’t even have to touch you and you went all spastic, knocked yourself out.”

“What do you guys want?” You asked but you were shut up by a hand in your face. You reeled back, glaring at Kubrick who smirked at you.

“I used to think your friend Gordon sent me.” He revealed.

“Oh, come on.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at the mention of Gordon’s name. You put him away in jail and you thought he wouldn’t be a problem anymore. He better not have gotten out of that prison, that’s for sure.

“Yeah, because he asked me to track you down, and put a bullet in your brain. First, start with the girl, Y/N. Then move onto Sam. Says that you’re a pain in his ass for landing him in jail.”

“Yeah, that sounds just like him,” Sam said with an eye roll.

“But, as it turns out... I'm on a mission from God.” Kubrick said, striking Sam across the face. Sam slumped forward, obviously out cold again.

“Hey! Leave him alone. You want someone to pick on, pick on me! I’m the one you want!” You yelled, afraid that one hit from them would kill Sam, knowing he had the world’s worst luck.

“Oh, we will get to you. You know what, I think it’s time to do what God wants.” Kubrick said with a smirk.

“You think God exists? Hate to break it to you buddy, but he isn’t real. Angels aren’t real, Satan isn’t real, you’re just wasting your time chasing after a false hope.” You said, glaring at him. He growled and backhanded you. You grunted in pain, already tasting the metallic copper. You spit out some blood onto the floor and looked at them.

“You think that is going to intimidate me? Buddy, I’ve been hurt a lot worse. There is nothing you can’t do that hasn’t already been done to me.” You said, feeling some blood trickle down your chin.

“We’ll see about that,” Kubrick said, punching you in the face hard, you were surprised you didn’t fall back in the chair. You were knocked out after that, the last thing you heard was the laughter coming from the man who hit you.

You woke up to water being thrown on your face and you sighed, opening your eyes. You knew you would have a bruise under your eye and you could already feel your jaw pulsing from pain from when Kubrick hurt you the first time.

“You both were a part of that demon plan to open the gate, weren't you?” Kubrick asked, sitting on one of the beds.

“We did everything we could to stop it,” Sam said, sighing at the pain.

“Lies! You’re telling us lies! You were in on it. You know what their next move is, don’t you?”

“Look, bitch, if we were helping the demon plan, we would have killed you by now. So, why don’t you go back to whatever you were doing before and leave us the fuck alone? Why are you hanging out with Gordon anyways? He’s a lunatic who kills people.” You said, glaring at the men.

“Oh, and you don’t? Gordon told me about your powers, you and Sam. I know what you’re both capable of doing.”

“No! Not anymore, no powers, no vision, nothing.” Sam tried to say but Kubrick wasn’t having any of it.

“LIAR!” He yelled, hitting Sam in the face again.

“He may not have his powers but I do and let me tell you when I get out, and I will get out, I’m using them on you.” You said with a glare. Since you had pent up anger and you’ve been stressed out these last couple of days, your magic levels were getting higher and higher.

“Oh, you think so, huh? Go ahead, princess, use those powers of yours.” Kubrick got on your level and you smirked. You knew you couldn’t be able to use your hands but you had the rest of your body to prove yourself with. You didn’t have to think twice about using your powers and with a flick of your hands, magic was pouring out of your body, sending the two men to tumble backwards.

“That wasn’t even the worst of it, princess.” You sneered. Kubrick, when he got himself situated, marched over to you and punched you in the face. You started laughing, your teeth red from your blood. You spit the blood out and looked at them, glad they were picking on you rather than Sam.

“Look, you’re lying to me about your involvement. Now, there is an army of demons out there and we’re looking for the endgame here. So, maybe you’d understand,” Kubrick said, taking out his gun. “why we can’t take chances.” He pointed his gun at Sam and your eyes widened.

“No, leave him alone!” You tried to intervene just as Sam was protesting against the gun being in his face. Given his bad luck, that gun could go off any minute and kill him.

“Hey, Kubrick, wait a minute,” Creedy said, silent until now.

“No, you saw what happened, Creedy,” Kubrick said, turning to his partner and dropping the gun from Sam’s face. “Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen.”

“Look, we can explain everything…” Sam tried to say.

“No, Sam, they wouldn’t understand it all.” You said to Sam but Kubrick shut you up.

“Shut up! It’s God, Creedy. He led us here for a reason, to do His work. This… is destiny.”

“You’re all just a bunch of fucking lunatics. God doesn’t exist! There is no higher power!!” You said but he pointed the gun at your face which shut you up. He was about to pull the trigger when a voice stopped him. You’ve never been so relieved to hear his voice.

“Nope, not destiny or even a higher power. Just a rabbit’s foot.” Dean said, pointing his gun at Kubrick who turned and looked at him.

“Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall.” You looked at Dean nervously, knowing you looked like a mess.

“Oh, this thing?” Dean asked, showing off his gun.

“Yeah, that thing.”

“Okay, but there is something about me that you don’t know,” Dean said, setting his gun down. He picked up a pen that was right next to it and you wondered what damage he could do with a pen. Wait, you know that look of cockiness, he must have grabbed the rabbit’s foot, making him extremely lucky. No, Dean, what did you do?

“Yeah, what’s that?” Kubrick asked, pointing his gun at Dean.

“It’s my lucky day,” Dean said, tossing the pen in the direction of Kubrick’s barrel. The pen was thrown just right and it lodged itself in the barrel nice and neat. You gasped and you looked at Dean in surprise. Sam, looked very impressed he could do that.

“Oh my God, did you see that shot!?” Dean laughed, proud of himself. Creedy lunged at Dean but missed when Dean moved to the side, sending Creedy into a wall, falling backwards and hitting the floor. Kubrick stared at the pen in his gun and came to his senses when he tried to dislodge it.

“I’m amazing,” Dean said with a smile at you and Sam. You rolled your eyes and watched as Dean picked up a remote and just as Kubrick got the pen out, Dean threw the remote at Kubrick’s dead, hitting him on the forehead which knocked him out cold.

“I’m Batman,” Dean said in a suave tone.

“You’re an asshole,” You said, rolling your eyes slightly.

After Dean got you and Sam untied, he took you to a cemetery where Sam was getting ready the things that were needed for the cleansing ritual. Dean, on the other hand, was scratching off scratch cards before his streak of good luck ended.

“Alright. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it.” Sam said, standing up.

“On second…” Dean trailed off.

“Dean,” You complained.

“Hey, with all this money, I’ll be able to take you out on a proper date. So, hush.” Dean said, grinning at his winnings.

“You take me out on plenty of “proper” dates.” You said, happy that he wants to make you happy but done with the rabbit’s foot. You needed it gone. Dean walked over to his jacket which is slung over a headstone and placed the scratch cards in his pocket before returning to the ritual.

“Alright, say goodbye ‘wascawy wabbit’.” Dean joked and just as he was about to drop it in the pit when a gun cocking is what made you stop.

“I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever. Put the foot down, honey.” Bela said, her gun pointed at Dean.

“No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine, but you're not—” Bela ignored whatever Dean was saying and moved her gun slightly to the right and aimed it at you before firing. You gasped in pain and clutched your shoulder where it was bleeding.

“You fucking bitch! Ow, motherfucker!” You cursed, holding your shoulder so that the blood flow was constricted.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean said, glaring at Bela.

“Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger.” Bela threatened. You groaned and you felt a hand on your good shoulder. You looked up at Sam and gave him a weak smile. Well, you’ve been shot before. This was nothing.

“You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your girlfriend? Your brother? They, I can't miss.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!” Dean yelled at Bela.

“Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now.”

“Alright! Alright. Take it easy.” Dean said, lowering the rabbit’s foot slowly so he can show Bela he wasn’t messing around. However, at the last minute, he throws it at Bela so she would have it catch it.

“Think fast,” Dean said with a smirk. Bela caught whatever he threw at her and she sighed when she saw it was the foot.

“Damn it.” She said with a sigh, lowering her gun.

“Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?” Dean said. Bela sighed in annoyance but walked over to the embers and dropped the foot in there.

“Thanks very much. I’m out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.”

“Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?” Dean asked his brother.

“Nope, not even a little,” Sam replied.

“Y/N?” Dean asked you.

“Get the hell out of our faces.” You said, clutching your shoulder. Bela sighed and turned away, walking towards Dean's jacket.

“Wait!” You aid, making her stop where she was. You walked over to her, stared into her eyes as you grabbed Dean’s jacket with the scratch tickets in it.

“There, now leave.” You said, glaring at her a little. She huffed in annoyance that she couldn’t snatch the cards away and turned around, stomping away. You handed Dean his jacket, seeing the cards stick out of his pocket.

“Please, let’s just leave before this gets ugly.” You said and the brothers agreed. You all walked to the Impala, you clutched your arm to get the bleeding to stop.

“Here, let me see that,” Dean said, stopping you. He checked the wound and saw an entry wound but not an exit wound. “The bullet is still in there. Let’s go back to the motel room and I’ll take that out.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, feeling Dean pull you in close by your good side.

“I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46,000. I almost forgot about the scratch tickets.” Dean said with a grin, taking you the tickets he scored.

“Congratulations, Dean.” You smiled, walking with them to the car.

“Hey, I can finally get some new parts for Baby and take you out on a very expensive date.”

“I look forward to it.” You said with a smile, getting on your toes and kissing Dean.

“Hey, what about me?” Sam asked, joking of course.

“Separate motel rooms from us for a whole month.”

“I’ll take that deal.” Sam agreed, all three of you getting in the car.

“Now that this is over, we have one thing to worry about now.” You said as Dean drove away.

“What is that?” Dean asked.

“Gordon Walker. Even in jail, he’s a pain in our asses.” Dean laughed at this and turned on the music, turning it up as he drove. You needed to forget about these recent events, hoping that you would not have a case for a few days so you could relax.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bad Day at Black Rock- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,934

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Within no time, Dean pulled up to Wayne’s apartment and got out. You sighed and got out, opening Sam’s door.

“Here, let me at least do this,” you said, taking a spare water bottle from the car and running it over Sam’s wound. You were cleaning it and when it was pink and wet, you grabbed the first aid kit you stashed in the car for emergencies and put two very large band-aids on his wounds.

“There, that should keep them clean.” You said, standing up.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Sam said with a smile, glad that he and Dean had someone to take care of them. Growing up, you loved taking care of Sam and Dean. They didn’t have a mother and you were as close as they were gonna get.

“You’re welcome. Now, come on.” You said, following Dean inside the apartment building and walked up to the apartment door. You frowned, seeing it opened slightly so you pushed it opened and walked in, seeing Wayne’s friend, who is named Grossman, sitting by the window and drinking alcohol.

“Oh, man. What do you want?” Grossman said with a groan.

“Heard about your friend. That's bad luck.” Dean said, looking at him. Wait, what happened to his friend? He must have died since the apartment was empty and Wayne was nowhere to be found.

“Piss off.”

“We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman.” You said, looking behind you at Sam who stayed stiff and silent, afraid of doing anything to cause him more pain.

“Oh yeah? How do you know that?” Grossman asked.

“Because she just stole it back from us,” Dean answered. Grossman began laughing but Sam lurched forward, ready to put this man in his place.

“Listen, this is serious,” Sam said but he was cut off when he tripped on a wire on the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sending it and himself crashing to the ground. Sam also took a lamp as he went down. You jumped at the noise, taking a glance at Sam who just laid there. Dean, on the other hand, just looked at Grossman the entire time.

“Sam, you okay?” Dean asked calmly.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Sam said painfully. You sighed and turned back to Grossman who watched you and Dean.

“I want you to tell us her name,” Dean asked.

“Screw you,” Grossman said. He got up to go whoever he wanted but that pissed you off. You lunged at Grossman and pinned him to the wall, glaring up at him. He stared at you wide-eyed but he didn’t fight you off like you expected him too.

“You think that what happened to your friend was an accident? It wasn’t. It was the cursed object you fucking stole from us in the first place. That is what killed your friend and my best friend is next and who knows how many people after that. Now, if you don’t help us, then all that blood is going to be on your hands.” You growled, glaring at the man who now looked worried.

“I would listen to her if I were you,” Dean said. You didn’t dare take your eyes off Grossman.

“You can be a thief and a scumbag all you want. I don’t give a shit, but you’re not a killer because I would be dead if you were.” You said, pushing on him before letting him go Grossman looked at you, then to Dean and back to you. He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“Her name is Lugosi. That’s all she would tell us. She told us where to find it and she paid me and Wayne 200 dollars to get it for her. I’m sorry.” He whispered the last part.

“Fine, we’ll fix this. Just, no more stealing things you don’t know what they are. Actually, no stealing period. Clean up your act.” You said, turning around and walked out of the apartment. Dean smirked at your authoritative voice and helped Sam up, leaving that man’s apartment.

“Well, now that we know her name, I’m going to call Bobby to see if he knows her.” You said, taking out your phone.

“Are you ever going to call him ‘dad’?” Dean wondered.

“Dean, it’s not the time.” You said, putting the phone to your ear.

“Hey, I was just about to call you,” Bobby answered. You walked further into the alleyway, sighing.

“What, did you find anything?” You asked.

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick.”

“Wow, Bobby, that’s great. Except we have a small problem. Sam lost the foot.” You said, looking back at Sam who was lifting his shoe to look at it. He had stepped in a wad of gum and you let out a tiny amused chuckle.

“He WHAT?” Bobby exploded.

“Bobby, listen, this chick stole it from him. She must be good at what she does if she managed to con all three of us. She’s in her mid-twenties and we talked to the guys who actually stole the foot and she paid them to steal it. She probably gave them an alias or something. Lugosi was her name.”

“Lugosi? Lugos—Aw crap, it's probably Bela. Bela Talbot’s her real name. I’ve crossed paths with her once or twice.” Bobby sighed.

“Well, she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a Hunter?”

“Pretty fucking far from a Hunter, but she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country. Last I heard she was in the Middle East someplace.”

“Well, she isn’t anymore.” You said.

“Which means seriously bad luck for you.”

“Great, Bobby, mind giving me some good news for a change?”

“I might know some folks who might know where she is. Give me some time and I’ll send you her address.” Bobby said. You could hear papers shuffling and a noise that sounded like a computer turning on.

“Thanks, Bobby. It means a lot.”

“Yeah, just look out for Sam, would you? You idjit.” Bobby said before hanging up. You chuckled and shook your head, turning to look at Sam who was pouting, looking very dejected.

“What is it? I’m on the phone for nearly five minutes and you look like someone killed your puppy right in front of you.” You asked, exasperated.

“I lost my shoe,” Sam said plaintively. You looked down at his feet and saw one of his shoes were missing. You opened your mouth slightly, noticing how cute Sam was. He was just adorable when he pouts. You looked at Dean who sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he turned and walked back to the car.

“Come on, Sam, we’ll buy you a new shoe.” You said, grabbing his hand and taking him back to the car.

“So, what did Bobby say?” Sam asked when all three of you were nestled inside the car.

“He says he found a cleansing ritual and we need to get the foot back from Bela, which is her real name—Bela Talbot. He said he’s looking to see if she can find her which won’t take very long.” You said. Just as you were finished, your phone rang and you looked at it, seeing a message from your dad. It was an address and it was in Queens.

Dean pulled into a parking lot stopping in front of the motel’s entrance.

“Alright, Since Bela lives in Queens, it’ll take me about 2 hours to get to her,” Dean said, getting out of the car.

“So, why are we stopping here?” Sam asked. You got out and sighed when Dean walked into the main office to get one room.

“You, my brother, are staying here. I don’t need you ruining this for me.” Dean got a key card and walked back to the car before getting in. You got back in and Dean drove into the main area. You looked to your side to see a trailer parked on the side but shook it off. You all got out and Dean led Sam into the room.

“What am I supposed to do in here?” Sam asked.

“Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here,” Dean instructed, pulling a chair away from the table. “And don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose.”

“I’ll stay with him to watch him. Just, get the foot and come back to me in one piece, okay?” You said, stopping Dean. He nodded and kissed your forehead before leaving you with Sam. You turned around and looked at him before walking over to the bed.

“Look, Dean doesn’t expect me to sit here all night for him… does he?” Sam wondered.

“Yes, he does, Sam. And both of us aren’t sleeping until I know you are safe. I can’t have you dying on me, Winchester. It’s bad enough I’m losing Dean, I can’t lose you.” You said, sitting on the bed and looking at him.

“You’re not going to lose Dean. He’s not going to die.” Sam said.

“I want to believe that, Sam, but I can’t. I can’t save Dean without dying myself. It doesn’t work that way.” You laid on the bed and sighed, looking at the ceiling.

“We’ll figure something out. We have Ruby to help us.”

“Sam, Ruby is a demon. Look, I wasn’t going to mention this before but I need to now. Ruby gave off bad vibes the day we met. And no, it’s not because she’s a demon. I feel like she is after something greater than just helping Dean out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“Because I know what you’re like. You would have tried to justify her reasoning but I can’t see anything but bad coming out of this situation.” You finished with a sigh.

“Look, I’m not going to go off and do something stupid. I know what I’m doing.”

“I sure hope you are.”

It was the morning and Dean wasn’t back yet. You hoped everything was going well with him. All night, Sam managed not to die which was a good thing but you were running on very low sleep so you needed to wake yourself up.

“I’ll be right back. I need to wake myself up,” You got off the bed you were lying on all night and walked to the bathroom. “Try not to kill yourself while I’m gone.” You walked to the sink and put it on the coldest setting possible before splashing your face with it. You sighed and kept the water running since it sounded peaceful. You splashed your face a few more times which helped a lot before grabbing the towel.

You wiped your face and stared at yourself in the mirror before turning off the faucet. You were just about to put the towel away when you heard a crash come from inside the room. You dropped the towel and rushed into the main room where you saw Sam out cold on the floor with the curtain from the window draped over him.

That wasn’t the most alarming thing.

The most alarming thing was the two strange men inside your motel room. You met their gazes and you rushed to your bag to get your gun but you were too late. You felt a blow to your head and the last thing you saw was the men standing over you before the darkness took over.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bad Day at Black Rock- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,920

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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While Dean was inside some grocery store, you and Sam were inside the car, waiting for him to come out.  

“Sam, you’re an idiot.” You said for the hundredth time that day.

“Yeah, keep saying it,” Sam said with a sigh.

“Sorry, but come on, the object is cursed. Nothing good is going to come out of this.” You saw Dean walk back to the car with a paper bag in his hands, grinning as he got inside.

“I’m not finding anything on it in Dad's journal,” Sam informed Dean. Dean chuckled and he took the contents out of the bag, grinning as he held up scratch cards.

“Come on, Dean,” Sam groaned.

“What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun doesn't jam. So, that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one,” Dean said, holding out a card for Sam. When Sam didn’t take it, Dean glared at him. “C'mon Sam, scratch and win!”

Sam sighed and took the card, also taking a coin that Dean handed him. Sam scratched it in silence before giving it back to Dean.

“Dean, come on, this isn’t funny. This is a cursed object here. Why else would John lock it up?” Dean didn’t answer you but just let out a happy laugh.

“$1200... You just won $1200! I don't know, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!” Dean said with a grin, handing Sam another card.

“Oh, come on, Dean.” You said even though Sam grabbed it and scratched it off. Dean must have handed him six scratch cards, all of them winning cards. You got out of the car, rolling your eyes. You guess no one wants to listen to you anyways. Dean got out to stretch his legs and laid out the scratch cards on the hood of his car, calculating the winnings.

“Dean, come on.” You pleaded, looking at him.

“What, Y/N, look, this is good. May as well enjoy it while it lasts.” Dean said. You sighed and took out your cell phone, dialing your dad. You haven’t talked to him in a while and you really need to know what was going on about this rabbit’s foot.

“Who are you calling?” Sam asked.

“Bobby, see if he can figure this stuff out.” You waited until he picked up, glad that he did.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” Bobby asked, knowing these last few days have been hard for you.

“Oh, you know, having a blast. Guess what we found, hm, I don’t know, John’s secret storage facility where he kept cursed objects such as a rabbit’s foot!” You said in an accusing tone. You weren’t accusing him of anything, you were just pissed at life right now.

“No, tell me you didn’t touch it,” Bobby said, knowing this is something serious.

“I didn’t but Sam did!”

“He touched it? Dammit!” Bobby cursed.

“Look, don’t get mad at Sam. He, Dean and I didn’t know about it. Wait, did you know about John’s storage place in Black Rock?”

“His lockup? Yeah, I knew. Hell, I built those curse boxes for him. Listen, you have got a serious problem.”  Bobby warned you. You looked back to Dean who was grinning like a little kid on Christmas while Sam picked up something off the ground. You noticed it was a gold watch and you sighed, wondering when this curse will turn around on you.

“When do we ever get a normal problem? What is it?”

“That rabbit's foot ain't no dime store notion. It's real Hoodoo, Old World stuff. Made by a Baton Rouge conjure woman about a hundred years ago.”

“Well, it seems as if it’s acting like a good luck charm. Nothing but good is happening to Sam.” You sighed.

“It's not a lucky charm, it's a curse! She made it to kill people, Y/N!”

“Hey, don’t yell at me. I’m not the one who was stupid enough to touch a cursed object.” You said loud enough so that Sam and Dean could hear you. Sam rolled his eyes but ignored you while walking over to his brother.

“See, you touch it, you own it. You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the Devil. But, you lose it, that luck turns bad. It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week.” Bobby said. You sighed and looked down, kicking a rock around on the street.

“Then we won’t lose it.”

“Everybody loses it!!” Bobby yelled at you, clearly frustrated.

“Then tell us how to break the curse. Look, we’ll do anything. I can’t lose both Sam and Dean. I won’t.” You said, looking at the brothers who were so important to you.

“I don’t know if you can,” Bobby sighed.

“Bobby, there has to be something we can do. There is always a way with curses and spells, always a loophole. Please, I need to lift that curse.” You pleaded. You realized that after Dean is gone, you and Sam will only have each other. You couldn’t lose your boyfriend and your best friend.

“Let me look through my library and make some calls. Just, sit tight.” Bobby said before he hung up the phone. You looked over at Dean who was holding up the scratch cards, a smile on his face.

“We're up fifteen grand!”

“Dean, Bobby said that this curse gives you good luck. If you own it, you can face the devil and win. However, if you lose it, you’re dead within a week. I can’t—won’t—lose you and Sam. I won’t allow it. Bobby said that he will try and look for something to reverse it.” You said as you walked over to the brothers.

“Okay, then, why don’t we eat something. Look, all we can do it wait around, so, may as well eat.” Dean said, gathering up the cards.

“Fine, but Sam, do not lose that thing. Understand?” You said, making Sam nod.

“Yes, mom,” Sam said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and walked into the restaurant that was next to you, sighing deeply.

“Look, don’t worry. Bobby will find a way to break it,” Dean tried to assure you. “Until then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man.”

“Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?” Sam declared.

“Yeah, I’m with him. This is too dangerous.” You agreed. Sam walked up to the host of the restaurant with a smile.

“Hi, uh, table for three please.”

“Congratulations!!!” The host said with a huge smile. Suddenly an alarm goes off and the host pulls out a huge card, like one of those big check things and handed it to Sam. “You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!”

You looked at the card to see it gave you three free food for a whole year. The staff started singing and balloons and streams fell from the ceiling. There were people taking pictures and Sam was embarrassed while Dean was very ecstatic. You, on the other hand, were annoyed as hell.

“Is this laying low?” You whispered to Dean who didn’t seem to hear you. If he did, then he didn’t respond. After that whole commotion, you got seated at a table by a window and for about 45 minutes, they gave you three free food. It was delicious food, no doubt, but you had bigger issues to deal with.

Sam decided to look online about this curse to see if he could find something that Bobby didn’t know of. It was when Dean was on his second bowl of ice cream did Sam decide to speak.

“Bobby's right. This lore goes way back—pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on Friday the thirteenth.” Sam explained.

“I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's.” Dean declared, setting the finished bowl of ice cream before clutching his head. You chuckled at his brain freeze and that’s when a waitress came up to your table.

“Can I freshen you up?” She asked Sam. You looked at her and then at Sam who was looking at her with admiration.

“Yeah, sure, thanks,” Sam muttered. The waitress poured Sam more coffee but spills some of it, gasping in surprise. You narrowed your eyes at her, noticing something was off. The waitress took out a towel and began cleaning up the mess.

“No, no don't worry it's okay, it’s okay- I got it, uh...” Sam stuttered, watching the girl’s eyes.

“It’s no trouble, really.”

“Okay.” Sam smiled a bit.

“Sorry about that.” She said before finishing her job. She turned around and walked away, swaying her hips. She looked back at the brothers who leaned in and watched her walk off.

“Dean, hey!” You said, slapping his arm.

“What? Ow! I was looking for Sam! Dude, if you were ever gonna get lucky…” Dean hinted, winking at his brother.

“Shut up,” Sam said with a small smirk. Sam goes to pick up his coffee cup but he knocked it over, spilling the coffee on the table and all over himself. Sam jumped in shock and yelled out in surprise, turning before he got a chance to see the waiter behind him. They crash into one another, the waiter falling to the ground. Plates were flying everywhere; a whole scene being made. You gasped and looked at Sam who apologized to the waiter over and over again.

“How the hell is that good?” You said. Sam searched his jacket pocket and pulled it out of his jacket, it being empty. The rabbit’s foot is gone. “Well, fuck.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean said at the same time as you.

“Well, come on! We need to find that waitress!” You said, ushering Dean out of his seat.

“Wait, how do you know it was her?” Dean asked, but got out of his seat nonetheless.

“She seemed off to me! Let’s go!” You and the brothers thank the host for the meal before rushing out of the restaurant, looking around for the woman who snatched the foot. If she snatched it away, then she must be a hunter or at least someone who knew of the life.

“Come on!” Dean urged, running to his car. You ran with Dean but stopped when you heard Sam groan out in pain. You turned around and saw him flat on his face. You gasped and rushed over to him, helping him up.

“Wow! You suck!” Dean commented.

“Dean!” You scolded.

“So, what, now your luck turns bad?” Dean asked. You gasped softly when you saw Sam's knees bloody and raw from the fall.

“I guess,” Sam said when he saw his knees.

“I wonder how bad,” Dean said with a sigh, walking to his car.

“Come on, let’s get you to the motel room and I’ll fix that up for you.” You said to Sam. He nodded and you walked with him to the car before getting inside. When everyone was in, Dean drove off, not going to the motel room.

“Dean, where are you going? Sam’s hurt.” You said, biting your lower lip.

“Sam will be fine, right Sammy? We’re going back to those thieves’ house. They got that rabbit’s foot for that woman and I’m going to find out who she is.” Dean said with a shake of his head.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Kids Are Alright- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,923

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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It took you about an hour to walk back to the motel room where Sam was, just like you asked him to. Ever since you left Dean, you haven’t heard a word from him, no text or no call. You sighed and slid your key in the lock, whipping the door open before slamming it when you got inside.

Sam jumped at the intrusion but then he saw what you looked like and sighed. You sniffled and walked to Sam, sitting next to him on the bed.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” You blurted out, your mind going to the worst possible solution.

“He loves you and you know it,” Sam said, rubbing your back.

“He’s going to leave me for her, I just know it. I knew this day was coming, where he found a better girl than me.” You said, the tears streaming down your face.

“He’s not going to leave you. You’ve been together for too long, going through so much, for that to happen.” Sam assured you.

“You should have seen his face, Sam. The way a smile grew on his face at the mention of a son. You didn’t see what I saw. I don’t know if Dean and I will be alright.” You said, looking at Sam with tired eyes.

The next morning, Dean was gone before you even woke up. You stared at his empty side of the bed and sighed, running your hand over the unmade sheets. They were cold like he has been gone for a while. You sighed and sat up in bed, looking over at Sam who gave you a sympathy look.

With the information Dean gave Sam the other day, you were going to go with him to check out the other victims. It didn’t take you a lot of time to get ready. You and Sam found your own way to the neighborhood where Lisa lived. You had a feeling you knew where Dean was but you didn’t want to think of him at the moment.

“Y/N, listen, about Dean…”

“Let’s just get this over with, okay?” You said, walking up to a woman’s house and knocked on her door. You heard Sam sigh before making his way to you. When the door opened, you smiled at the woman who was confused as to who you and Sam were.

“Hi, my name is Rebecca Walker and this is Derek Jefferson. We’re here about your husband’s life insurance policy.” You said, giving her a tight smile.

“Oh, of course, right this way, please.” She said, letting you and Sam inside. She walked you two to the backyard where a ladder was perched on the side of the building. You looked around the area while Sam talked with the young mother.

You noticed the woman’s kid standing in front of one of the first story windows, staring at you and Sam. You frowned and watched her, no emotion coming out of her in any way.

“This is, um, where he fell.” The mother said, pointing to the ladder.

“I see, now, how exactly did he…?”

“He was just inside changing a light bulb. Must have lost his balance.” The mother interrupted Sam, knowing what he was going to ask.

“Were you here when this happened?” Sam asked. You turned away from the child and looked at the mother.

“No. I was out. Uh, the only one here was our daughter, Dakota.” You nudged Sam and he turned his head to you. You discreetly pointed at the child. You looked at her but then you noticed something red on the window sill. You knew Sam noticed it too and then with a quick glance to the right, there was some more red stuff on the gate.

You didn’t know if it were blood or something else.

“Okay, I think that’s all we need. Thank you for your time.” Sam said to the woman. She nodded and turned back around, leading you and Sam out of her house. You gasped softly when you saw a strange mark on the back of her neck. It was in the shape of an oval with multiple dots around it, like a sucker or strange teeth made the mark.

You looked at Sam and when he looked at you, you were both thinking the same thing. You both have seen this before and so now, all you had to do was go back to the motel and research it. You and Sam left her house and even though you had more houses to go to next, you didn’t need to talk to them.

It didn’t take you two long to get back to the motel. Dean still wasn’t there. You sighed and took off your jacket, looking at Sam as he pulled out his laptop.

“So, what did this hunter chick want?” You asked, remembering he said something about the blonde woman who saved your asses from the demons.

“Nothing much, just that she wants to help me. But we have to look into our past in order to understand what the hell is going on.” Sam said, typing away on his laptop.

“Understand what? That our moms were killed? The only person I know who is alive that was associated with my mom is Bobby. That's it, I didn’t know her other family and after she died, I didn’t want to know them.” You took a seat next to him, scooting closer to see his screen.

“You saw the same thing I saw, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, that was definitely the mark of a changeling. You should call Dean and let him know. I don’t even know where he is.” You said with a sigh.

“Maybe you should call him. You know, we had a talk last night.” Sam admitted.

“I’m not calling him, Sam. Look, I know I may be overreacting but I just can’t shake these feelings. You know I’m almost always right about these things.” You said.

“About the supernatural. This isn’t supernatural.”

“It may as well be.” You said with a sigh. Not a moment passed before the door was opening and Dean walked inside. You sighed and moved away from Sam slightly, looking down. Suddenly, the pads of your fingers became the most interesting thing in the room.

“Something's wrong with the kids in this town,” Dean commented, looking at you.

“Yeah, tell me about it. What do you know about changelings?” Sam asked.

“Evil monster babies?” Dean said, taking a sip of beer.

“No, not necessarily babies,” Sam said, looking at you before back to his brother.

“They're kids. Creepy, stare at you like you're lunch kids?” Dean asked, setting his beer down.

“Yeah. There's one at every victim's house.” Sam said. You looked up at Dean and bit your lip once your eyes met his.

“Hey, find out how to kill them, would you? Y/N, sweetheart, can I talk to you outside?” Dean said. You looked over at Sam and when he nodded, you got up, walking outside and leaning on a pillar.

“What’s up?” You asked, pretending like you didn’t know what this was about.

“Come on, don’t do this. Look, I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday.” He said.

“Go on.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Look, finding out about Ben, shocked me and I didn’t know how to react to it. I guess the thought of having a son made me do or say things I didn’t mean. And Sam told me what you said, don’t ever think I won’t stop loving you.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” You muttered, sighing as you looked at the window to see Sam typing away.

“Hey, I’m sorry, okay?” Dean said, stepping closer to you and putting his hands on your waist. You looked into his eyes and nodded, smiling lightly. He bent his neck and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. That passion didn’t last long because Sam was knocking on the window, signaling you two to come inside.

“We can continue this later on, alright?” He said with a wink. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand in yours. You walked back inside and Sam smiled at the two of you.

“You two good, now?” He asked.

“Yeah, we’re good.” You said, putting your hand on his stomach, looking up at him. Man, Dean sure knew how to have a way with the words.

“Good, I found a way to kill them and it’s not going to be easy. But, I’m sure if you can make a homemade EMF reader, then making a homemade torch won’t be too difficult.” Sam said with a smile.

“We have to burn them to kill them?” You asked.

“Bingo.”

“Great, burning children in front of, what, their parents? In front of the neighbors? It’s not like we can ask their parents if we can take their child from them.” You said, watching as Dean got the things he needed and got to work, sitting by the dresser, in front of the mirror.

“So, it says here that changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window and snatch the kid. You know, Y/N and I noticed that there were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood.” Sam said.

“So, what, the changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, and joins the happy fam just for kicks?” Dean said, grunting while he worked. You would help him but you knew he liked to do this on his own.

“Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks.” You said for Sam, knowing some of your lore by heart.

“Then there's the dad and the babysitter.” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, it seems like anyone who gets in between the changeling and the mother ends up dead.” You said, putting the pieces together.

“Fire is the only way to waste them?” Dean asked, holding up one of the finishing products. You smiled at him but Sam confirmed this thought by nodding.

“Great. We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, and torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors. What about the real ones? What happens to them?” You said.

“According to lore, they stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there.” Sam said, reading off the website.

“Then we better start looking,” Dean said, working on the other torch. “So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. You sighed and looked at Dean who looked at you. You saw some hesitation in his voice but you nodded.

“We should check up on him, just in case.” You said. Dean smiled a little and he nodded, finishing up his work.

“Thanks,” Dean said, getting up and grabbed his keys when he was done.

“Wait, if the real kids are alive somewhere, we might not have time.” Sam started to object.

“Sam, it’s important.” You said, knowing Ben wasn’t only important to Dean but also to Lisa and even though she is Dean’s baby mama, you didn’t hate her. Well, that much.

“Fine,” Sam said, closing his laptop and grabbing his jacket. He grabbed one of the torches from Dean and you met both of them in the car, ending up at Lisa’s place to check up on Ben.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Magnificent Seven- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,167

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, ANGST!!!!, panic attacks, blood, you know the usual

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You brought Envy back to Tamara’s place where you tied him up under a Devil’s Trap. But you weren’t in there trying to kill him, no, everyone was arguing.

“I say we're going back! Now!” Tamara yelled, wanting revenge for her husband.

“Now, wait a minute, Tamara.” You tried saying to her.

“I left my husband bloody on the floor!” She yelled.

“We understand that, okay, and we’re sorry for your loss but we can’t go back!” You said to her.

“Fine, then you stay but I’m headed to that bar.” She said.

“Tamara, stop, they’re not going to be there! They know we took their friend so they’re going to be coming for him. It’s only a matter of time before they find us. Do you even know who they are? The seven deadly sins! Okay? They haven’t been around since the Dark Ages. That’s a long fucking time. We’ve never seen anything like it!” You tried to reason with her.

“I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!” Tamara yelled, rage in her eyes.

“We already did it your way!” Bobby yelled, stepping to Tamara. “You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We've never faced anything close to this! So, we are gonna take a breath... And figure out what OUR NEXT MOVE IS!!!!”

Bobby was yelling and shouting in her face because he knew better than Tamara. She needed to think about this.

“I am sorry for your loss.” Bobby quietly added after a long moment of silence. Tamara scoffed and she pushed past everyone, walking into the room where Envy was.

“So, you know who I am, huh?” Envy said when everyone was in the room.

“Yeah, we do. I gotta say, you’re a lot less scary when you’re inside one of these things.” You added, looking at the devil’s trap on the ceiling.

“Why are you here? What are you after?” Sam asked, getting no answer from the demon.

“He asked you a question. What do you want?” Dean repeated. Envy chuckled condescendingly but didn’t answer. Dean shook his head and took out a flask of holy water, splashing some on the demon, making his skin sizzle. Envy cried out in pain but chuckled through it.

“We already have... what we want.” Envy said, panting.

“What’s that?”

“Freedom. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am Legion, for we are many. So, me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun.”

“Fun? You call killing people fun?” You asked, scoffing at this.

“Yeah, see, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides... on their outside.”

“I'm gonna put you down like a dog,” Tamara said, walking closer to the demon.

“Please,” Envy laughed. “You really think you’re better than me? Fine, go ahead, which one of you can do some damage? What about you, Dean? You’re practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. Tamara, all that wrath. It’s the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to... drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago.”

Tamara’s face twisted into anger and smacked him hard twice before Dean and Bobby pulled her back.

“Whew!” Envy said, smiling. “My point, exactly. And you call us sins. We’re not sins, we’re basic human instinct. You can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry... violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others? Well, they’re coming for me.”

“That’s cute, you really think they’re going to find you?” You said, smirking lightly. Envy looked at you with slight confusion in his eyes. “You’re going to be in Hell before they get here.”

“Someone send this clown packing,” Dean said, walking out of the room.

“My pleasure,” Tamara said, taking the book from Bobby and started to read the exorcism chant. You, Sam and Bobby, left the room as Envy screamed in pain and terror.  

“I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them,” Bobby said, leaning on the end of the table.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us and they're not gonna quit easy.”

“You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time.” Dean said with a sigh.

“What, Dean, no.” You argued.

“You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?” Sam said.

“Sam’s right,” Bobby added.

“There's six of them, guys. We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn.”

“Would you just stop it?” You groaned, making the men look at you. “Stop pretending like your life doesn’t mean anything. It means a lot to Sam, Bobby and me. You’re so negative about this whole thing. Yeah, you made a deal but that’s over with and you can’t change it. Of course, I’m sad about it but stop pretending like your life isn’t worthy of happiness, okay? It does and you should start acting like it. I’m tired of you always putting yourself down like that, Dean.”

“Fine, we won’t run,” Dean said, looking at you. “But who stopping us from making it easy on them?” Suddenly, Envy gave a loud scream and a gush of wind blows out the candles in the room you were in. You looked over to see Tamara slamming the book shut, walking into the room.

“Demon's out of the guy.” She said, not stopping as she walked past you and the rest of the men.

“And the guy?” Sam asked.

“He didn’t make it.”

“Tamara, I’m really sorry for your loss. I know what it’s like to watch the person you love the most die in front of you.” You said quietly to her, keeping watch from the window while Sam and Dean got things ready.

“How would you know how I feel?” She said, looking at you.

“I watched my mom die by a demon. Now, she wasn’t my husband or anything like that but I loved her so much. It sucks having the people you love get taken from you. But you’re not alone in this.” You said.

“Thank you.” She whispered with a smile. You put a hand on her shoulder and walked away after a glance out the windows. You walked to Dean and he handed you a shotgun filled with rock salt. Suddenly, the lights began to flicker and an old radio in the room bounced to life playing a song you’ve never heard of.

“Alright, show time,” Dean said, standing up. Everyone got ready and you and Tamara took the front door while the rest scattered about.

“Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Pleeeeeeease!” The voice of Isaac said from outside. You gasped and looked at Tamara who was fighting tears. She was clearly in a lot of pain.

“Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!” Isaac said again.

“Tamara, it’s not him. One of those demons is possessing his body.” You said to her and she nodded, the tears falling. Isaac made it to the door and pounded on the door, trying to get her to come out.

“Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore... at that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!” Isaac said, pounding away.

“How did he know that?” Tamara said, sobbing.

“Tamara, they lie. They try to get inside your head. Don’t listen to him.” You tried saying.

“You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?! I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house... came ... for our daughter! You just let her die, too.”

“You son of a bitch!!” Tamara screamed, pushing the door open and breaking the salt line.

“Tamara, no!!!” You screamed but felt a hand grab your arm. You looked back to see Sam and Dean there. Bobby came into the room just as Tamara tackled Isaac down the stairs of their house.

“Come on!” Sam said, pulling you along. You turned around and went up the stairs just as the rest of the demons came in through the front door. You ran up the stairs, Dean going one way while Sam pulled you the other way.

“Dean!” You said. He nodded to you and you sighed, going with Sam into a room where you had a Devil’s Trap on the ceiling. Suddenly, the door was busted down and you watched as three demons come into the room.

“Here’s Johnny!” The demon in the middle said with a grin. You and Sam backed up and if they walked close enough, then they would fall into the trap. But that moment never came. You watched the middle man look up with a grin.

“Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?” The man said.

“I take you’re Pride then?” You said with an eye roll. Pride grinned and raised his hand to the ceiling. Just then, the room shook and the Devil’s Trap split into two, rendering the trap useless.

“That’s me, the root of all sin. And you two are Sam Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N. That’s right, I’ve heard of you two. We’ve all heard of you two. The prodigy, the boy king and little miss death here. I’ve heard you’re the shit and you expect me to bow down to you? Some piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. Now, with your little yellow-eyed friend dead, I don’t have to do a damn thing. And you, Miss Y/N, we were expecting you downstairs but I guess Mommy will do just fine. You both are fair game and right now, it’s open season.”

“You don’t know shit about my mom!” You yelled at him but felt a hand on your shoulder. You knew they were just playing you, trying to get under your skin and it was working. You just had to hide it from them. Just then, Pride grabbed at Sam when the only girl demon grabbed at you. You grunted out in pain when she yanked your head back and you elbowed her in the gut to get away from her.

The woman laughed, seeing how it didn’t hurt her and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing very tightly. You tried to get oxygen in but it wasn’t working. You heard another pair of footsteps and figured it would be Dean but you couldn’t see.

Just then, you felt the weight of the woman lift and she was no longer holding your throat. You coughed and looked over to see a blonde woman, probably the same one you thought was following you, stick a knife in the demon’s chest, making her skeleton light up orange. She gasped and fell to the ground, dead.

Wait, who was this girl and how could she be killing demons? Pride saw what was happening and let Sam go of his choke hold to deal with the mysterious woman. Pride managed to capture the woman but Sam pulled him away and punched him in the face. Just then, the woman took the knife she used and plunged it into his neck and upward into his mouth.

The same thing happened to him and his skeleton flickered with an orange light before he fell dead.

“Who the hell are you?” Sam asked, panting.

“Yeah, and how did you do that?” You asked, looking at the woman.

“I'm the girl that just saved your ass,” She said, looking at Sam. She turned to you and smiled. “And I killed them with a knife, didn’t you just watch me?”

“Who are you?” You asked again. All she did was chuckle before backing up.

“See you around, Sam. Y/N.” She swiftly turned and walked out of the room.

“Wait!” Sam said. The two of you rushed out of the room and turned but didn’t see her anywhere.

“Where the hell did she go?” You said, panting. You momentarily forgot about her and rushed downstairs where you met with Tamara, Bobby, and Dean. The demons were either dead or back in Hell. Man, what the hell just happened tonight?

The next morning, Sam and Dean pile the corpses of the dead demons outside. You sighed and took the canister of salt, pouring them on the bodies while Dean put the kerosene on them. Bobby met up with the two of you.

“You think she’s going to be alright?” Sam said. You looked up to see Tamara watching the body of her husband burn on a funeral pyre.  

“No, she won’t but she’ll manage.” You said, biting your lip softly.

“Any survivors, Bobby?” Sam asked.

“Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. A lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still...”

“That's more than you can say for these poor bastards,” Dean said, looking at the corpses in the hole you dug.

“Bobby, last night, there was a girl who came in with a knife that could kill demons. What kind of knife can kill a demon?” You asked your dad.

“Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing.” He responded.

“I'm just gonna ask it again: who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?” Dean said with a grin, looking at his brother and teased him.

“Three demons, Dean. At once.” Sam said with a chuckle.

“Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal,” Dean said, slapping his brother’s shoulders.

“If we let out the Seven Deadly Sins, what else did we let out?” You asked, looking at everyone.

“That’s a scary thought,” Dean said, striking the matches and throwing them on the bodies. They bursted into flames and burned. You sighed and walked away from the group, over to where Tamara’s car was.

“See you gents around. Bye Y/N.” She said, walking past you and the men.

“Wait, Tamara?” Bobby said. She stopped and turned to look at him. “The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful.”

“You too.” She said, getting in her car and taking off.

“Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same.” Bobby said, getting ready to leave to his car.

“Wait, Bobby,” Sam said, making Bobby look at him. “We can win this war, right?” You and Dean looked at Bobby and Bobby looked at all of your faces. He saw the desperation in all of them but he couldn’t lie to you. The silence from Bobby was your answer and you sighed.

“Catch you on the next one,” Bobby said, getting in his car and leaving.

“So, where to next?” Dean said, walking to the Impala.

“Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe?” Sam said.

“Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?”

“Yeah, listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your demon deal.” Sam said, looking at Dean.

“Nah,” Dean said with a shrug.

“Nah? What does that mean?”

“Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, alright? It's a goose chase.”

“Yeah, but we don’t know that.” You said, trying to find hope in this.

“Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help.” Dean said, cutting you off.

“Look, it’s worth a shot.” Sam tried saying but Dean cut him off as early as possible.

“We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?” Dean finished with a smile and walked past Sam but Sam wasn’t done. He grabbed his brother’s arm to stop him.

“Dean, we have to at least try because then what’s the point of it all?” You begged him.

“You know, she’s right. But I’ve had it with you. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and I don't care anymore.” Sam said, getting pissed.

“That didn’t last long.”

“Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?” Sam asked. You bit your lip and looked at Dean, scared of the answer.

“It’s not like that, Sam,” Dean said with a sigh.

“Then what is it like, Dean? I can’t let you die.” You said, getting scared.

“Fine, let’s say we trap the crossroads demon and trick it or try to welch our way out of the deal in any way, okay? You die, Y/N, okay? You die. Those are the terms, there is no way out of it. If you try and find a way, so help me God, I’m gonna stop you.” Dean said, looking at you and Sam.

“How could make that deal, Dean?” You asked in a soft voice.

“I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it,” Dean said, looking at you. “You know this.”

“But Sam and I get to live without you. How is that fair?” You asked, shaking your head at him.

“I never said this was going to be easy,” Dean said.

“Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? Because I was there, I remember. You were twisted, and broken and now you go and do the same thing. To me. To Y/N. What you did was selfish.” Sam said, growing sad.

“Yeah, you’re right. It was selfish but I’m okay with that.”

“But we’re not, Dean. I’m glad you saved my life but I didn’t want you to do this if you were going to die.” You said, getting emotional.

“Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel.”

“That’s hellfire, Dean.” You said.

“Whatever. You're alive, and I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, guys. I'd like to make the most of it. So, what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?” Dean said with a grin, walking to the car.

“You’re unbelievable,” Sam said.

“Very true,” Dean said, getting into the car and starting her. You looked at Sam with worried eyes but got in the backseat while Sam got in the front. You had to do something for Dean. You didn’t want to die but if that’s the price to pay for getting him out of the deal, you’d pay it.

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