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a-d-nox · 1 year ago

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wyrd web: what to gift a person based these three numbers

this is just a theory of mine because these bubbles of the matrix should represent earthly desires. this is not to say that you can't enjoy things not listed in your category / under your energetic number. this is simply what i believe people with these numbers would enjoy receiving as a gift.

2 - the high priestess

things that support their spiritual practices, things that support feminine health (hum women's probiotics bundle, honey pot oral vaginal care probiotic, etc), bake goods / baking gear, barbecue sauce sampler / grilling gear (for the dads pt 2), bar in a jar (for those of drinking age) or really any beverage tester kit, bath/spa kit, beach vacation, boat, cruise, careof for brain support, truly nice melons boob butter, candles (it doesn't have to be yankee candle either - bent candles, spiced votive candle, etc) or candle making kit, imported cheeses, clothing staples (blue jeans, black turtleneck, etc), juice cleanse or other things that support digestive health, cooking classes or meal kits (hellofresh, homechef, etc), a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, or outdoor cameras or other home security tools

3 - the empress

pillows, stuffed animals, rose quartz, personal celebrity cameo, clothing, tickets for an art museum tour, ballet tickets or classes, art supplies, makeup pallets and/or brushes, flowers, jewelry, candy/sweets, money, bells / wind chimes, clothing, designer pieces, cosmetics, dolls, a trip to a fancy restaurant, fruit basket / dried fruits, gardening supplies, jewelry, concert/orchestra tickets, poetry book, tickets to a play, a purse, lingerie (if y'all are close like that), trip to a vineyard (for those of drinking age), couples' dancing classes, or a wallet

4 - the emperor

skincare, rock climbing voucher or some other physical activity they enjoy, an adrenaline rush activity (skydiving, bungee jumping, etc), careof for brain support, crafted wooden objects (cutting boards, tables, etc), coffee trials/samplers, sunglasses, blue light glasses, hair care products/supplies, scalp treatments/care, oral health care (thera breath, whitening products, etc), meditation app subscriptions / in person sessions for meditation, or a planner

5 - the hierophant

moss agate (don't question how random that sounds this is some intuitive stuff), artwork, an architectural tour, beauty products/supplies, historically significant objects, pastries or sweets/candies, earrings, sour dough starter kit, jewelry in general, piano/organ lessons, singing lessons, a wallet, or any classes where they can learn something fun and new to them

6 - the lovers

car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), bicycle or bicycle accessories/gear, books (the more educational the better), briefcase / work tote, bus tickets for a day trip, gym membership or soulcycle classes, crystals, a standing desk / cute office supplies (for the work girlies both those who work in office and from home), hand & foot message, manicure voucher, newspaper subscription (i am a fan of new york times, washington post, and the new yorker), language classes or rosetta stone subscription, magazines subscription, merchandise from their favorite singer / group / tv show / movie, train trip, or we're not really strangers card packs

7 - the chariot

gardening supplies, hermit crab, baked goods, bath products / beauty products, boat, cruise, car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), truly nice melons boob butter, juice cleanse, gut health thrive market kit, glassware / blown glass, stuff they need / need for their home (security system, chest freezer, etc), hotel or bed & breakfast stay, kitchenware, lake trip, pearls, real estate / land, restaurant voucher / gift card, silver jewelry, shopping gift cards, a trip, or intention journal

8 - strength

amusement park tickets, supplies for their passion projects, ballroom dancing classes, tea sampler, games (video games or board games), movie theater gift card, personal celebrity cameo, flower garden supplies/seeds, stuff for their pet, or a belt

9 - the hermit

pet related gifts (if they have a pet that is), bookshelves (they probably need one), juice cleanse, gut health thrive market kit, a cat, clothing, oral health products (thera breath, whitening products, etc), stationary, emergency preparedness (ready to eat meals, fire blanket, etc), cook books, dining ware (new plates/bowls, cups / glassware, silverware, etc), food subscriptions (home chef, hello fresh, pickle of the month club, bokksu japanese snack box, etc), careof subscription, gloves, herb garden kit, a one way ticket to anywhere, or a hiking trip

10 - wheel of fortune

incense, cleansing herbs, bow and arrow, sapling, land, dried berries, budget book, gym/exercise membership, religious/spiritual/philosophical books, poker set, cloth (if they like sowing), wool (if they like weaving, crocheting, and/or knitting), wool clothing, a coat, trip to a country or place they have never been, oral health products (thera breath, whitening products, etc), etiquette classes/books (this is great for the traveler because they are often interested in learning customs before going on their trip), figs, fruit basket (like edible arrangements), honey sampler / royal jelly, horseback riding lessons, lottery tickets, merchandise from their favorite singer / group/ tv show / movie, shoes, really any game, any subscription they have not tried, things that support their spiritual practices, or book on positive mindset

11 - justice

personal celebrity cameo, tickets to a ballet or to an art gallery, air purifier, portable heating pad, spa voucher, cosmetics, lingerie (if y'all are close), closet organizational items (space saving hangers, linen bins, accessory hanger, etc), pastries and sweets, diamonds (perhaps propose to your lover), a dress, tickets to a fashion show or exhibit, flowers, a luxury chair, jewelry, concert tickets, poetry books, any quartz pieces, chocolates dipped strawberries, hair extensions, logic puzzles, a voucher for an escape room, or a kitchen/baking scale

12 - the hanged man

bar in a jar (if they are of drinking age), a book on angel numbers, a book on natural medical remedies, ballet classes or tickets to see a ballet, bath bombs and other bath goodies (salt, bath table, candles, sugar scrub, bath teas, etc), beach vacation, tea or coffee sampler, butterfly farm kit with caterpillars, disposable camera or a camera they would like (polaroid, filming, etc), scientific kits (geode kit, grow your own crystals, etc), cigars (for the dads in your life), unsolved mysteries or crime kit, dance classes, smutty/romance/fantasy books, fairy garden, a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, budget book, makeup palettes or other cosmetic they enjoy, concert tickets, paint, poetry books, clue the board game, a pass to an indoor pool, a book on poppet making, meditation membership or a voucher for in-person sessions, or something to support their curiosity for new spiritual insight

13 - death

hermit crab, a jumping spider, a reptile, homeopathic books for natural cures and remedies, operation the game, butcherbox subscription, a book on how to cook and trim meats, beginners chemistry kit, a colon cleanse, sea monkeys, unsolved mysteries or crime kit, philosophy of death books, books on magic, magic the gathering the card game, period products (portable heating pad, the diva cup, etc), poisonous plants (belladonna, foxglove, lily of the valley, etc), a frog pond, a scorpion, a snake, a burr/boo basket (these people love seasonal stuff), or marie kondo's life changing magic of tidying up

14 - temperance

a hunting trip, bow and arrows, books on religion or philosophy, book of devotions, book on dream meanings (hello, freud haha), a certification course or college class, horseback riding lessons (for the newbie or a younger sibling or your child/niece/nephew), horse drawn carriage ride (for the couples *smirk*), logic puzzles, things that support their goals, or a book of angel number meanings

15 - the devil

a fan or air conditioning unit, if you have the land for it a cow/horse/goat, kinetic tape, arnicare bruise cream (this is a joke... unless...), coal or a diamond (this is also a joke... unless...), a clock or a watch, cuticle trimmer (and other nail care things), room darkening curtains, a happy lamp, lotion/cream, hat/scarf/gloves, hair products (extensions, shampoo subscription, etc), leather fashion-ware, gardening supplies, ice maker, or a juice cleanse

16 - the tower

tiger balm or other pain relieving ointment, acrobatic/gymnastic classes, homeopathic books for natural cures and remedies, first-aid kit, baking kits, barbecue sauce sampler, barbecue sauce sampler / grilling gear (for the dads), gift card for haircut, dollar shave club (for the dads pt 2), metal works (spoon handle rings, metal roses, etc), boxing lessons, boxing match tickets or monster truck tickets, butcherbox subscription, a book on how to cook and trim meats, crafted wooden objects (cutting boards, tables, etc), cactus plant, beginners chemistry kit, cookbook, pocket knife or leatherman/multitool, tool kit, jenga, emergency kit, food, first aid kit, merchandise for their favorite superhero(es), electric lighter, liqour or bar in a jar (if they are of drinking age), rock music (a vinyl or concert tickets), pepper plant, pipe for smoking (if they like to smoke that is - my grandfather had a collection), lego kit, or lincoln logs

17 - the star

friendship bracelets, a fan / ac unit, model airplane, flight lessons, compression stockings/socks, architectural tour, astrology reading, car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), club memberships (golf, racket ball, sam's, etc), electronic devices (a new phone, amazon fire stick, solar portable charger, etc), movie on blue-ray or dvd, movie gift card, a camera (polaroid or another type they have been eyeing), disposable cameras, camera gear, shadow work journal, aesthetically pleasing bluetooth retro radio, streaming service subscription, a book on health or mental health, or a book on positivity

18 - the moon

abstract art, bar in a jar (if they are of legal age), a fish, a fish tank, tickets to an aquarium, cocktail book (if they are of legal age), a fishing trip (for the dads), book of conspiracy theories, the conspiracy theory map, a crystal ball, unsolved mysteries or crime kit, a jellyfish, a tarot/astrology/mediumship reading, a camera (polaroid or another type they have been eyeing), disposable cameras, camera gear, poetry book, hydroponic starter system, games that involve bluffing (clue, poker, herd mentality, etc), shoes, sleeping eye mask, silk pillow cases, new bed sheets, bonnet, socks, a computer keyboard, typewriter, a book on shadow work, a puppy, or a book on dream meanings

19 - the sun

maine coon, autobiographical books, ballroom dancing lessons, poker set, oral health products (thera breath, whitening products, etc), card games, personal celebrity cameo, circus fruit basket, chocolate gold coins, classes that encourage creativity (create it and break it sessions, pottery classes, etc), jewelry or an engagement ring (if it's been more than 2 years y'all should know what you are doing at this point), flowers, indoor herb garden, tickets to race of some sort (cars, horse, sporting events, etc), sporting equipment, ivy plant, a pottery painting voucher / gift certificate, or something for their passion project / hobby

20 - judgment

a reptile, ant farm, a guide on astral projection, operation the game, the chameleon game, clue game, unsolved case files game, grand theft auto video game, assassins creed video game, dungeons and dragons the game, yahtzee, emergency preparedness kit, magician kit, poisonous plants (belladonna, foxglove, lily of the valley, etc), the divine comedy, puzzles, a rodent of some sort, or lingerie (if y'all are close)

21 - the world

gardening supplies, acoustic guitar, air conditioning or fan, architectural tour, teddy bear, snow globe, boots, calendar or planner, supergoop (sun protectant) products, wooden objects (cutting board, chest, box, etc), carpet, clay (air drying or via kiln), a clock or watch, compression stockings/socks, collectible coins, pain patches or kinetic tape, crystals, budget book, lotions for dry skin, dried fruits, gloves/mittens, hair care products, ice machine or ice making trays, ice cream subscription, pottery classes, rain coat, real estate or land, zen sand garden, sculpture, or snake

22 - the fool

flight lessons, model airplane, a flight to anywhere, car stuff (seat covers, cup holder coasters, etc), an astrology reading, bath products, biking gear, movie theatre gift card, clock or watch, club memberships (golf, racket ball, sam's, etc), mood lighting or strip lights, a train ride, fun magnets, motorcycle accessories/training, microphone (maybe they are filming or recording something), patterns for cross stitch / knitting / crocheting, a camera (polaroid or another type they have been eyeing), disposable cameras, camera gear, stuff for the tv (surround sound, sound bar, streaming subscription, etc), or classes for one of their interests

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dianawinchester03 · 2 days ago

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Season 3, Episode 4 - Sin City

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Was Y/N L/N blissfully in love with Dean Winchester? Hell yeah.

Did it feel like a dream come true that she was now sharing a relationship, a bed and a life with the man she loved all her life? Hell yeah.

But the fact that he was descending to his impending doom in less than 10 months, all because he couldn’t live without her. Was the thought of living without him coupled with the guilt of her death riding her chest and eating away at her constantly? ……hell yeah.

Everytime they would touch, cuddle, kiss. It was nagging her at the back of her mind. She wondered if Sam blamed her. If Bobby blamed her. If Jo blamed her. If Dean secretly despised her for his rash decision, somehow. Logic told her that wasn’t the case but that didn’t mean she wasn’t insecure about it.

Everytime she closed her eyes, she could see it as clear as day. She could see that there was nothing they could possibly do. Nothing to stop Dean’s faith. But was that gonna stop her from trying? It sure as hell ain’t.

She was desperate for answers, ways to get him out of this mess. So she did the last thing she expected to be doing in the middle of Bobby’s kitchen, on his desk. She attempted to do a tarot reading.

Yep, you heard that right.

When she and Jo went to the grocery a few weeks prior in New York, there was surprisingly a crystal shop a few stores away. Feeling lost and helpless, Y/N took matters into her own hands and when she stumbled upon a small store that was home to everything crystal, gemstones, tarot cards, and books. She couldn’t help but walk in.

The store was quaint and cozy, the smell of burning incense filling the air. Small, colorful tapestries covered the walls, and numerous crystal-filled jars were displayed on various tables throughout the store.

She found herself drawn to the tarot deck, she didn’t know how to use them but how hard could they be? Jo urged her to lean into her psychism so she purchased the pack, along with a few crystals, per the shopkeeper’s guidance.

The shopkeeper was a friendly woman, she was more than happy to give Y/N the supplies she needed. Explaining that using crystals and tarot cards in combination could enhance the reading Y/N wanted to do. She also explained to her how to properly ask questions, and how to focus on the energy of the cards while they were being shuffled.

She studied the deck for weeks, learning what each card meant upright and reversed. Now in current time, Y/N did exactly as told, focusing her energy with her question in mind.

Will we save Dean?

Y/N shuffled and concentrated on the energy of the cards. She closed her eyes, focusing intently on the question at hand. Her fingers worked meticulously, moving the cards in perfect synchrony.

The first card to flip out was the Sun upright. A clear definition for ‘Yes’. It can also mean, when facing setbacks, it’s a reminder that everything will work out.

Her heart swelled with hope, then she took a deep breath, shuffling the deck again. She decided to keep the next question a bit more vague.

What will the following year bring us?

She took another deep breath, focusing and shuffling the cards for a second time. She was determined to get a more positive answer this time.

What will the following year bring us?

The second card to flip out was the Hanged Man in reverse. This card upright could mean good things, but in reverse meant sadness, loss and depression. “Are you kidding me?” She grumbled, gritting her teeth. She glared at the card momentarily before.

This was a 180 turn to what she just got. Her heart dropped in her chest, her bottom lip quivering. “Just great,” She huffed, running a hand over her mouth. She glared at the deck momentarily before shuffling again. The next card to flip out was the Queen of Wands…reversed.

It felt like a big ‘fuck you’ to her face because this could indicate a lot of things. The Queen could mean that you are taking on too many tasks and you may be feeling pessimistic, temperamental and overwhelmed about a situation. With the figure being an overbearing, demanding, self righteous or downright bully feminine person with the card.

She may be unfriendly, manipulative and/or spiteful. The only person who came to mind was Ruby. She was a demon of course and y/n wasn’t too fond of her.

On the flip side, it can also point to a woman who has low self esteem, low confidence and lacks self belief. She may also be exhausted, overwhelmed and completely burnt out.

Well fuck you, too. Y/N thought to herself as she glared at the card.

Y/N swallowed thickly, giving it one last try. Her hands shook as she shuffled the deck for one last attempt. She was desperate at this point. Trying to deny the negative reading before her.

She closed her eyes once more, focusing intently. Her lips moved silently as she shuffled the cards, hoping for a different outcome this time. This time, two cards flipped out, one being the Death card and the other being the Ten of Swords, both in reverse.

The Death card that represented chaos, loss, destruction, inevitable endings and heartbreak. It can also be taken as someone that is stuck in a cycle of misfortune.

The Ten of Swords that represented the inevitable end, a sense of abandonment and hopeless despair. It symbolised that there was no hope, that the end was certain. It could indicate that someone is trying to avoid the pain of the present moment.

Y/N's eyes widened, her knuckles going white as she gripped the deck of cards in shock, her jaw clenching. She wanted to cry at this point, but she held it in. She slammed her hands down on Bobby's desk in frustration, anger coursing through her veins. “Stupid fuckin’ thing” she spat before tossing the remainder of the deck on the table, scattering it across, right below the cards she placed after they flipped.

The reading was contradictory, one card saying ‘everything is gonna be fine’ and the others said ‘bitch he’s gon die, bye’. It made her blood boil. Because what the fuck was actually gonna happen?

She muttered a string of curses to herself as she rummaged through the fridge to get a beer, the sound echoing through the house. Bobby and Dean’s ears perked up from the library upon hearing the sound of her slamming the table, cursing to herself and popping the bottle open.

The men shared a puzzled look, peering their heads slightly as she practically marched into the library, slumping on the couch. Dean furrowed his brows with concern as he watched his girlfriend storm into the library, throwing herself into the couch.

Something was clearly wrong, he could tell by the look on her face and the way she was acting right now. He turned from his spot at the table. “You alright, sweetheart?” Dean’s concerned voice broke Y/N out of her train of thought, she was mid-sip into her beer, sprawled out on Bobby’s couch.

Dean and the veteran hunter sat at his table, stacked with books, currently trying to somehow rebuild the Colt and its bullets. He noticed her distant expression and her silence, he knew her all too well and he knew something was bothering her. He could practically see her thoughts racing. She had a habit of zoning out when something was troubling her, usually her thoughts would spiral from there, making her anxious.

As hypocritical as it sounds, he just wished she would tell him what was bothering her instead of keeping it to herself. “I’m alright, sweetie” Y/N assured him with a small faux-smile as she placed her beer down, padding over to her boyfriend.

The corner of Dean's lips turned up into a smile as she approached him. He could see right through her. She was never a very good liar, she could never hide her emotions from him. Not since he's known her.

Reaching an arm out, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. He placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. "Bullshit" he chuckled, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N exhaled as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand gently rubbing her thigh. He knew it was a lie but he didn’t want to press her any further. He just wanted her to be okay, to feel okay. “That damn crystal lady ripped me off” She grumbled, attempting to make a joke out of it.

Dean's lips turned up in a smile as she rested against him. He could feel the tension in her body, it was like a palpable thing, but he didn't push. He knew exactly how hard she was trying to hide her emotions. Chuckling, he ran a hand down her back reassuringly. "Well, you should know better than to trust those crystal people, sweetheart. Not all of them are the real thing like you" he teased back, his fingers gently rubbing over her knee.

Bobby looked up from his work to see the couple wrapped up in each other. He watched as Dean continued to hold onto Y/N in his lap, caressing her back. Bobby looked at them fondly as he adjusted the clip for the Colt, the crinkles in his forehead creasing as a small frown settled on his lips.

He could see the worry etched on Dean's face as he tried to soothe her, his other hand running through her hair. "I swear to God, you two," Bobby muttered under his breath with a small smile as he continued to work on the Colt.

The couple chuckled in unison, their small laughter vibrating off of each other, though they stayed tightly wrapped up in one another. Finally, he pulled away slightly, keeping her on his lap as he spoke, his voice soft but steady. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" He asked, his knuckles caressing her cheek.

Y/N leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she savoured his warmth, nodding. Of course, she knew she could always talk to him, she's trusted him her whole life already. But this was different, the last thing she wanted to do was worry him more, he already had enough going on.

"I know, charming," she said quietly, her hand finding his. Dean frowned but lightened up when she resumed her head to its place in his neck. As if on cue, Sam stepped into the room, making a beeline to the coffee pot in the kitchen, he gave the discarded deck of cards on the desk a glance before focusing back on the coffee pot. “Hey,” He addressed his brother and Y/N.

Sam frowned upon seeing which ones were laid out in reverse, gulping as he heart began to race.

Dean lifted his head to greet his brother with a small smile, his arm still wrapped around Y/N. She lifted her head out of the crook of Dean’s neck to lazily smile at Sam, her body still tucked into his lap. “Hey, what’s up?” Dean asked casually as he pulled Y/N closer to his body.

Sam blinked rapidly, running a hand through his hair before shrugging from the kitchen as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Might’ve found some good omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric pressure drop” Sam told them as he took out the newspaper, which was tucked underneath his arm. “Well, that’s thrilling” Y/N deadpanned, earning a snort of amusement and a gentle slap to her thigh from Dean.

“Plus, a guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens” Sam added as he padded into the library, “Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker” Dean shrugged, “Yeah. But it’s our best lead since Lincoln” Y/N aided Sam's discovery.

They didn’t really have anything solid to go on, so even the slightest hint at demonic activity was something to look into. So Dean exhaled and asked, “Where?” Sam scratched his stomach as he sipped his coffee, “Elizabethville. It’s a half-dead factory town in the rust belt,” He told them. Both Dean and Y/N grimaced. “There’s gotta be a demon or two in South Beach,” Dean mumbled.

“Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time,” Y/N smirked, playfully ruffling his hair. Dean rolled his eyes in amusement, “Yeah, yeah. Shut up” He mocked, playfully swatting her hand and shoving her. He still had his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in his lap. Sam snickered before glancing over to Bobby, “How’s it going, Bobby?” Sam asked Bobby, who was trying to piece together the barrel of the Colt. “Slow” Bobby sighed.

Sam sighed also, leaning against the table as he took sips of the scorching hot liquid, eyeing the tarot cards laid out on the table. “Man, I’ll tell ya, it’s a little sad seeing the Colt like that” Dean glanced over at the Colt as Y/N nodded in agreement. “Well, the only thing it’s good for now is figuring out what makes it tick” Bobby said, “So what makes it tick?” Y/N asked curiously, tilting her head.

This earned her a sharp look from Bobby, which made her instantly recoil, playing her hands on in mock defense as he shot her a look that made her feel like a kid being reprimanded.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh a bit, finding this humorous as she shot up from his lap. He could see the amusement in Sam’s eyes as well, he found it rather funny. Y/N may be an adult in age but she still had a childish nature.

“So, if we wanna go check out these omens in Ohio…” Dean began as he got up as well, picking up his jacket, along with Y/N’s. “…you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?” He asked Bobby with a smirk as he helped Y/N shimmy in her jacket. The look Bobby fixed him with this time made Sam and Y/N snicker, mimicking the look he shot Y/N just a few seconds ago.

“Well, it won’t kill demons by then, but I can promise ya it’ll kill you” Bobby deadpanned, pointing the dismantled gun at Dean. Dean held his hands up, “Alright, alright” He said with amusement dancing around in his eyes, “Come on, we’re wasting daylight” He told Sam and Y/N, who nodded in agreement before they began to follow behind Dean, “See ya Bobby” Y/N waved at the him, “Hey,” He called out to them.

“You kids run into anything, anything, you call me” Bobby told them firmly, a twinge of underlying concern and love playing in his tone. Dean didn’t miss the concern so he nodded, his hand resting on Y/N’s lower back as she and Sam nodded in unison, “Don’t we always?” Dean said with a crooked grin. They could both tell the old hunter was worried, his concern and love were clear.

It was comforting, it was always a welcoming feeling to know that someone cared so deeply about them. So with that, they left.

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Elizabethville, Ohio

The Impala peeled into the church’s parking lot, Y/N lounged in the passenger seat, taking the last drag from her cigarette before dusting it into the ashtray Dean placed specifically for her to use whenever she tagged along with them. She left her bike back at Bobby’s to save on gas.

“Okay, we’re here, talk later. I love you, text me when you get to a motel” Sam said lovingly into the phone to Jo as Dean shut the Impala off. He sighed, giving his first baby’s steering wheel a little appreciative pat, “Let’s see what we can find out here” He stretched, running a hand over his tie. The trio were decked out in their black suits while Y/N wore a white blouse and a pencil skirt, all dressing to aid the ruse for their hunt.

Dean looked over at Y/N, his eyes watching as she finished the cigarette she was smoking, crushing the bud into the tray. A small content smile playing on his lips.

The three then climbed out of the Impala, shutting the doors behind them as they looked up at the church. They walked up the steps of the church, entering the building, looking for the priest.

The church was dimly lit, some light flooding through the stained glass windows that were placed on either side of the building, it was an eerie sight. The place was empty, other than the priest who was there to accommodate them when they entered.

“There’s not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide. Saw it myself” The priest told them as they walked down the aisle of the church, between the pews. “Well, this shouldn’t take long, then” Y/N said professionally as she flicked open her notepad, taking notes as the priest gazed up at the balcony. “That’s where Andy did it”

The trio glanced up at the balcony, imagining the sight of a man ending his life. Y/N’s brows furrowed, a frown playing off her lips. He could feel the tension wafting off the priest, the tension was thick. “It’s the first time I’d seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday” The priest said as he shook his head remorsefully. “When did he stop?” Sam asked, his eyes darting all over the church as he stuck his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, probably about two months ago. Right around the time everything else started to change” The priest told them, Y/N nodded, pursing her lips as she scribbled it into her notepad, “Change how?” Her head shot up, “Oh, let’s just say that this town used to be a town you could be proud of. People…cared about each other” Dean and Sam exchanged a look at the priest's words, their brows furrowed with concern.

He then glanced back up at the balcony, continuing “Andy sang in the choir. And then one day, he just wasn’t Andy anymore. It was like he was-…” He trailed off, “Possessed?” Sam asked, raising a brow in suspicion. Y/N watched the priest, noticing how he hesitated to explain what he meant by possessed. “You could say that” He sighed as a flash of recognition glazed across her eyes, having been possessed unwillingly once before.

“Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped” He said with pity, shaking his head. Sam and Y/N shared a look that said, ‘You thinking what I’m thinking?’ The two cocked the brows simultaneously, confirming with their facial expressions that they were thinking the same thing.

“Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?” Y/N asked, her pen resting on her notepad, between her fingers. “Sure. Tony Perkins. Good man” He confirmed with a nod. Sam nodded, “Tony Perkins. Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day too?” Sam asked, rubbing his chin with his index finger.

The priest nodded in agreement once more, “Well, I never thought about it that way but…yes. About the same time as Andy, about two months ago” The priest answered with a small shake of his head. Dean looked between Sam and Y/N, his brows furrowed and lips pursed, his mind was thinking about the possibilities of there being a demon in the town. The coincidence of these men’s sudden changes was something he needed to note.

“Well, thank you, Father. We appreciate your time” Dean said politely with a tight smile as Y/N clicked her pen, tucking it away into the inner pocket of her black blazer, along with her notepad. He politely excused himself as the trio abruptly made their way to the exit. “Two months ago we opened the Devil’s gate and all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It’s no coincidence” Y/N muttered to the boys.

“Agreed” Sam said as he and Dean nodded in agreement as they made their way out of the church and into the car, Dean opening the passenger side and letting Y/N slide in before shutting it, making his way over to the driver side of the car. As he opened his door, he replied to her as Sam hopped in the back, “Looks that way” He said as he got in and started the engine, pulling out of the church’s parking lot and toward the nearest motel.

Y/N sighed heavily as she opened the door to the two-bedded motel room as Sam finished up his phone call with Jo. “Alright, text me when you’re done. I love you, angel” Sam said into his phone before hanging up. The first thing Dean noticed was the large mirror placed over one of the beds. Immediately, he rushed over, claiming by tossing his bag and Y/N’s bag onto it.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Dean claimed the bed with the mirror, a scoff leaving her lips. “You’re so childish” She teased as she made her way over to the bed he claimed for them, sitting on the edge. Dean simply smirked in response, shooting her a saucy wing. She kicked off a heeled shoe, massaging her foot from where the shoe was creating a small blister. She winced from the sore, aching feeling in her foot.

“You alright?” Dean asked, leaning against the bedside stand, he watched with concern as she continued to rub her sore foot. “Yeah, just a blister from these stupid heels” She mumbled with annoyance, a small groan leaving her lips as she continued to rub. The pain was uncomfortable.

Dean pressed a kiss to her forehead, mentally noting to massage her feet for her tonight before making his way over to the door. The second he went to shut it, a familiar face emerged from the room across the narrow hallway. Dean narrowed his eyes at the man before the light bulb in his head went off, “Richie? I don’t believe it” Dean chuckled, garnering the fellow hunter’s attention.

Richie looked over from where he was counting a stack of bills, his shoulders relaxing. A grin spread on his face when he saw Dean, “Hey man, Dean Winchester, right?” He asked with pure excitement. Y/N’s ears perked up upon hearing Dean call out to the fellow Hunter as Sam looked confused. “Yeah” Dean nodded in confirmation with a smile.

Sam made his way over to the door as Dean’s smile faded when a taller light-set blonde woman then emerged from behind Richie, wearing a low hanging purple top and mini skirt, hardly covering her backside. She placed her hand on the doorframe right besides Richie’s head. “Oh, uh, this is my sister, uh…Cheryl” Richie stammered, smiling sheepishly before handing her a couple of fifties.

“Hey” Cheryl shot a sultry smile at Dean before accepting the money wordlessly before strutting off to the elevator. Y/N stifled a scoff from behind Dean, she didn’t like how that woman eyed her boyfriend. She couldn’t blame her, Dean was a beautiful man who was in peak physical condition, the only problem was he was hers. Dean shot the woman a forced smile, “Hi” He said as he tore his eyes away from the woman.

Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets, both his and his brother sharing a mirrored expression of ‘…the fuck?’ “Well, you know, stepsister” Richie smiled sheepishly as Y/N pushed herself up from the bed. “You’ve always had an array of stepsisters, Richard” Y/N quipped as she strolled over to the door.

Richie chuckled, a warm smile flashing on his face as he saw Y/N approaching him. She always had to call him out, “Oh shut it” Richie said with mirth in his voice as he shot her a faux playful glare. Dean snickered before inviting Richie in, “Come on in. This is my brother, Sam. And well, you know Y/N” Richie nodded at Sam before accepting the invitation, “Hey, how you doin” Richie shook his hand as he stepped in.

“Not too bad” Sam smiled politely. “How do you guys know each other?” Sam raised his brows as Y/N shut the door behind her. “Oh, you were in college” Y/N shrugged as she took off her blazer, Dean nodded in agreement, doing the same as well as untucking his shirt from his dress pants. “It was that succubus in Canarsie, right?” Richie stated towards Dean and Y/N. “Yeah, yeah” Dean confirmed.

“Oh, man. You should’ve seen the rack on this broad. Fucking tragedy I had to gank her” Richie groaned, Y/N rolled her eyes as Richie groaned while Dean scoffed, “Yeah, that’s a real shame” Y/N said sarcastically, shooting Dean a sideways glance as she laid her blazer neatly beside her bag on the bed. Sam stifled a slightly disgusted chuckle. “Whoa, whoa, wait. Who—? Who killed her?” Dean raised a brow at Richie as he rolled up his sleeves, “If I remember, your ass was toast until we showed up” Dean gestured between him and his girlfriend.

Sam snorted as he peeled his blazer off, “Oh, I forgot what comedians you two were” Richie playfully rolled his eyes at Dean and Y/N, but there was heat behind his tone. Y/N scoffed as she straightened out her skirt, “Richie, Richie. I told you then, I’ll tell you again” Dean began as Richies phone began ringing, he fished his phone out of his jacket pocket. “You’re not cut out for this job. You’re gonna get yourself killed” Dean stated firmly as Y/N nodded in agreement.

Richie ignored them and pressed his phone to his ear, “Talk to me” He said into the phone, “Hey, FYI Winchester and L/N. Words hurt” Richie shot before strolling over to the corner of the room to finish his call. Dean and Y/N shared a look as Richie had a moment alone on the other side of the room. “So, Richie is just as arrogant as we remember” Dean mumbled, Y/N chuckled in agreement, “Yeah, what’s new?” She replied as Dean made his way over to Y/N.

“Yeah, no. It’s not a good time, baby. Later” With that, Richie hung up the phone, sinking into the couch at the corner of the room. “So, you find anything in this town either way?” Y/N asked as she helped Dean undo his tie and Sam dug around in his bag. “Oh, no, I got nothing” Richie responded with a wide grin, Dean shot Richie a hard gaze. “Oh, wait man, you mean as in demons or whatnot?” Richie realized what she meant, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his knees.

“Yeah” Dean stated as if it was obvious, “Yeah, no, I got nothing” Richie grinned, causing them to shake their heads in amusement. “Typical” Dean scoffed with a smirk, “What about your sister back there?” Y/N tilted her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her. But she wasn’t no demon. You know what I’m saying?” Richie smirked proudly.

Sam grimaced at Richie’s innuendo with Y/N shaking her head with a scoff. “We get it” She grumbled, clearly not amused while Dean’s face displayed his clear unamused expression. “Right…” Richie mumbled sheepishly, realizing they weren’t playing around before pushing himself up from the couch, “Seriously, the church guy, the hobby-shop guy, they were lunch meat by the time I got there” He stated.

“Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can’t prove it.” Richie sighed, “Yeah, that’s where we are too” Sam frowned, “You know, let’s just say the demons are possessing people in town, you know, raising hell—“ Sam began as Dean sat on the bed to take off his shoe and Richie leaned on the nightstand, nibbling at his fingernails. “Yeah, but why would the demon blow his brains out?” Y/N questioned, settling next to Dean.

“For fun? You know, he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride” Richie suggested. “Anybody else left in town that fits the profile? You know, nice guy turn douche, still breathing?” Dean asked, “There’s Trotter” Richie told them, “Who’s that?” Sam raised a brow as he rolled up his sleeves, “Well, he used to be head of the rotary club and then people say he turned bastard all of the sudden.” Richie told them as Dean noticed the ‘Magic Fingers’ massage machine beside their bed.

He then began to dig into Y/N’s bag, looking for quarters. “Brought in the gambling, the hookers. He practically owns this whole town” As Richie spoke, he placed the stack of coins on-top of the ‘Magic Fingers’ machine, shooting her a sly smirk. Y/N shot him a smirk in return, a mischievous glint in her eyes before returning her gaze towards Richie.

“So, he went from playing golf to being the town pimp…” Y/N quipped dryly, arching her brow. “Pretty much” Richie chuckled. “You know where we can find him?” Sam questioned, “Oh, he’ll be at his bar in a few hours” Richie told them.

The Impala swerved into the parking lot of Trotter’s bar. For what was supposed to be a boarded up factory town, the bar sure was lively on the outside. The trio hopped out of the car with confused faces and stood outside of the bar, the sounds of the lively music within the bar wafting out into the parking lot. Dean stood with Y/N, their arms touching while Sam stood facing them.

“I thought you said this was some boarded up factory town” Dean asked Sam and he handed them each their bags. “It is. Or at least, it’s supposed to be”Sam confirmed, accepting his bag from Dean along with Y/N. The parking lot was filled with other vehicles of varying style and make. “Well what are we waiting for? Let’s do some research” Dean cheered, intertwining his finger’s with Y/N’s.

The three of them made their way into the bar, the blaring music and bright lights hitting them the instant they opened the doors. There was quite the crowd within the bar, a large dance floor, quite packed for it just being only 3 pm in the evening.

The three of them scanned the crowd before noticing Richie at the bar. “Woahh, Richie, look at you” Y/N snorting, gesturing to Richie’s satin shirt as they approached him. “Heyy. I’m bringing satin back, baby” He winked at her, “Oh, you like this? Try Thai Silk. Canal Street.” He smirked, puffing up his chest. “You’d have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Of course to me, forget about it” He boasted, Sam rolled his eyes at his cocky demeanor.

“And how much is ‘forget about it?’” Sam sassed, “Ahh, forget about it” Richie shot back with a grin, “That’s Trotter over there” He pointed to the other side of the bar, directly at an older balding man in an all black suit. “He sits there all night. Can’t touch him” He informed them. “So, what do we do now?” Y/N asked as Dean scanned the bar with his eyes, landing straight on two empty barstool.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna do a little investigating with my ass on a stool” Dean quipped, tugging his girlfriend’s arm, “Me and that bartender over there, we got a little something-something lined up for later, so mittens off, Winchester” Richie warned, pointing to the pretty woman behind the bar who was hashing out drinks.

Dean raised his hands in mock surrender at Richie’s warning as Y/N snickered. "I don't think you have to worry too much there, Rich. I’m a taken man" Dean boasted, snaking an arm around Y/N’s waist. He smirked widely as she playfully rolled her eyes, placing a hand on his chest.

Richie’s face lit up with shock, “You’re kidding? Man, I knew you had a thing for each other even back then. I thought you were just banging” He laughed as Dean and Y/N chuckled, Sam snickered to himself. “Alright, I gotta hit the head. Release the hostages. And congratulations, man. Be back in a few” Richie patted Dean on his shoulder and with that, he left.

“No way he can get a girl like that” Dean scoffed as they all maneuvered over to the bar, “Agreed. I mean, look at that, you can fit that ass on a nickel” She lusted, earning a side eye from Dean, she just shot him a saucy wink. Loving the way he openly got jealous. ��You think so?” A familiar voice said next to them, revealed to be the priest from earlier they met at the church. He was currently nursing a glass of whiskey.

They whipped around to face the priest, all of them trying not to look too surprised upon seeing him. Y/N looked like a deer in headlights, Sam bursted out laughing at the fact Y/N had been caught by a priest while Dean covered his mouth, knowing she would be embarrassed. “Oh, crap. Sorry, Padre” Y/N laughed awkwardly, but the priest laughed genuinely. “I knew you guys would find your way here. They all do” He smiled at them.

“No offense, but…what are you doing here, Father?” Sam asked curiously. “Like it or not, you go where your flock is.” The priest said as the bartender approached, “Plus the clergy drinks for free” She smirked, pouring him some more whiskey. “True. And a certain bartender owes me a confession” The priest shot back, “Not in this lifetime, Father” The bartender flashed him a wink, holding up her shot.

“What’s your specialty?” Dean asked casually with a smile. The bartender gave him a sultry smile before leaning over the counter, allowing her top to ride down lower. “I make a mean hurricane” She smirked. “And I throw a mean right hook” Y/N snapped, pulling Dean behind her as she narrowed her eyes at the bartender with heat, clenching her jaw.

Sam snorted, trying to contain his laughter while Dean gave the bartender a cocky grin, loving how Y/N was possessive of him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find her jealousy and protectiveness hot. The bartender’s eyes widened at Y/N’s remark, she gave her a nasty look before plastering on a fake smile. “I’m sure you can, honey”

“Three beers, please...honey” Y/N cut her off, shooting her a faux smile with her last word. The boys stood with amused faces as the bartender rolled her eyes, annoyed, before pulling out three beers and opening them, putting all three down on the counter before turning to attend to other customers after Y/N handed her a twenty and insisted she kept the change.

Y/N then turned to Dean and tugged him at his sleeve, “What’s your specialty?” She scoffed bitterly, mocking his words towards the bartender as she sipped her beer. Dean chuckled at her actions and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and nipping at her earlobe, “Jealousy’s a good color on you, baby” He whispered huskily.

“Don’t be cocky” Y/N chided, swatting at his chest before bringing her hands up behind his neck and wrapping her arms around them. “Not cocky when it’s true” Dean retorted, leaning in to peck lightly at her neck. Sam groaned in disgust behind them, “Guys. Can you not?” He whined.

They pulled apart at the sound of Sam’s protest, Y/N grinning sheepishly while Dean just rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up. I’m allowed to enjoy my girlfriend” Dean told him. Sam flipped him the bird, his eyes scanning the bar. He almost dropped his beer, smacking Dean on his shoulder when he noticed a patron with a gun.

“Hey!” He drew their attention to the man who raised his gun at a fellow friend, shooting him directly in the middle of his forehead in the crowded bar. The three of them gawked at the bloody scene, before bursting into action. The bar-goers screaming in shock and dismay. The whole place was chaotic after the gunshot, everyone screaming with terror, fleeing for their lives.

Dean and Y/N tackled the armed man to the floor when he attempted to off himself by pressing the gun beneath his chin as Sam quickly pulled out his holy water from his jacket, dousing the man’s face in it. The man gasped in shock when the holy water hit his skin. It didn’t seem to have any effort on him. “What are you doing?!” He exclaimed, tears rolling down his puffy eyes.

“He slept with my wife. The bastard slept with my wife” The man gritted his teeth, glaring at his friend’s bloody corpse with hatred, shaking with anger. The three shared bewildered looks, “Somebody call 911!” Sam shouted, the bartender from earlier did just that as he made eye contact with Trotter. Glaring at him as Y/N and Dean held the murderer down.

Police were now cuffing up the suspect, escorting him to the swat car as Sam, Dean and Y/N say at the bar, talking amongst themselves. “Too many cops, I say we bolt” Sam suggested, “Amen” Y/N agreed, “Just be cool.” Dean whispered as he kept his eye on the murderer. “Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst” Y/N sighed as Dean nodded in agreement.

“So what’s the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?” Sam muttered. “I don’t know. Maybe it is just what it is. Ya know? A town full of scumbags” Dean shrugged. “Yeah, maybe” Sam and Y/N sighed in unison. “You guys ready for your mugshots?” A local cop said to them as he approached, a wide grin on his face. They almost shit themselves, thinking he was serious until they saw him smile. “Photographer’s gonna be here in a few to take your picture for the local paper” He informed them.

“Be an honor officer, what a thrill” Dean responded with fake enthusiasm as the cop walked away. “Yup, time to go, fellas” Y/N said quietly as she snatched both brothers by their arms. A thought suddenly crossed Dean’s mind as Y/N hauled them out of the bar, “Wait a second, wait a second, wait-”

“What?” Sam and Y/N groaned in unison, stopping in their tracks and whipping around to face him. “Where’s Richie?” Y/N and Sam stared with dumbstruck faces as realization dawned on them that they did not know where Richie was. “Dammit” Y/N muttered, looking back to the bar while Sam cursed under his breath.

The next day. They were now at another bar. Sam and Dean sat at a table while Y/N was at the counter, ordering beers. Dean was calling Richie’s phone nonstop, “You get onto him, yet?” Y/N asked as she passed over to their table, placing down one beer for Sam, one for Dean and one for her.

“No, it’s going straight to voicemail” Dean replied, frustrated while Sam sipped his drink as Y/N sat next to Dean with an equally worried expression. “How many times we gotta tell Richie he’s gonna get in trouble” Dean scoffed, flipping his phone shut. “Dean, Y/N. You guys are assuming he’s missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed” Sam suggested, trying to assure them.

“He’s a moron” Dean shot him a look. “A stupid, sweet moron. But he’s not a coward, he wouldn’t just bail” Y/N added, gently rubbing Dean’s back. “I gotta go find him” Dean came to the conclusion, turning around in his chair to get his jacket. “Alright, you two go. Meanwhile, I think I’m gonna trail this Trotter guy” Sam said, looking around the bar as Y/N sipped her beer.

“Yeah?” She questioned, “Yeah. I don’t know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here” Sam said with a thoughtful look. Dean and Y/N shrugged in agreement.

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Sioux Falls, South Dakota

A bullet from the Colt went through a large brown sand bag, the bullet being fired by Bobby Singer in an open range near his home. The bag had a giant red target in the middle, the veteran hunter narrowly missing its target. He fired again, hitting the other end of the bag. Missing the target by a long shot.

This surprised him and indicated the gun still had a hell of a lot of fixing to be made to it. "Balls" Bobby cursed loudly, using a metal rod to sand the edge of the gun before aiming again. Once again the bullet missed, flying too far left, "Damn it" Bobby cursed once again. He lowered the gun, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by a particular someone.

“Cute piece” Ruby appeared, a smirk plastered across her face as she narrowed her eyes at Bobby. He didn’t recognize her, instantly putting his guard up. “Who are you?” He asked gruffly. “Won't stop a demon, I’d that’s what you think” She chuckled with a sly smile, referencing the defunct gun as she held her hands up in mock surrender. “How the hell would you know?” Bobby asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes to slits at her.

“Oh, I don’t know..” She trailed off, lowering her head and allowing her eyes to flicker shut for a split second before reopening them, revealing her true demonic nature. Bobby tensed when she revealed her true nature, quickly and stealthily tightening his grip on the Colt. “Call it an educated guess” Ruby smirked, “Well ain’t I lucky then. Found a subject for a test fire” Bobby retorted, waving the Colt.

Ruby chuckled darkly, “Luck had nothing to do with it. But hey,” She opened her arms out, “By all means, take your best shot” She taunted, stepping in front of the target bag. Bobby clenched his jaw, aiming the gun at her, his finger hovering on the trigger, his hand shaking slightly. Ruby scoffed, rolling her eyes at his hesitance. “Are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist or are you gonna shoot—?”

Her taunting was cut off when Bobby shot her point blank. She gasped, staring down at the gaping hole in her chest before flicking a glare at Bobby. “Ouch. This smarts a little” She scoffed again, rolling her eyes at the fact that the bullet did nothing when it was supposed to be a gun that could kill anything.

Bobby’s lip trembled with fear as Ruby took a step forward, “What do you want?” He snapped, “Peace on earth. A new shirt” She quipped, gesturing to the bullet hole in her chest. “Now, do you want me to help you out with that gun or not. Hmm?” She smirked as Bobby’s eyes widened with shock at the fact that a demon was willing to help him.

There had to be a catch, of course.

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Elizabethville, Ohio

Sam followed Trotter back to a skeevy motel room owned by Trotter on the other side of town, slowly making his way down the dim hallway. He pressed his back to the wall, near the door that led to Trotter’s office, peering slightly. His eye caught an unfamiliar man, wrapped in leather speaking with Trotter.

He jumped back slightly when his phone suddenly began ringing, quickly fishing it out of his pocket to answer it. “Dean?” He pressed it to his ear, whispering into the phone. “Sammy” Dean’s voice came through the receiver. “Yeah, I can’t talk right now”

Dean and Y/N were driving back to the bar, after tracking Richie’s GPS to a local house. They found him dead in the house which belonged to the bartender, who’s name was Casey, basement. Distraught and filled with grief for a fallen friend, Dean and Y/N came up with a game plan in mind. Now calling Sam to aid.

“You okay, Sammy?” Y/N asked, concerned. “Yeah, I’m fine, man. Just meet me at the bar in 20 minutes, okay?” He whispered back, earning a confused look from them. “Sam?!” Dean and Y/N called out but the line went dead. "Damn it, Sam" Dean huffed, shaking his head, and he tossed his phone into Y/N's lap. "That boy, I swear" She muttered under her breath while Dean drove the car, focusing on the long road ahead. “He didn’t deserve that” Dean sighed, shooting y/n a glance.

“No, he didn’t.” She agreed, a deep frown playing on her face. “But, we’re gonna take the bitch down” She tried to look on the brighter side of things. Dean pursed his lips and nodded slowly, “Yeah, you’re right” he faintly smiled, placing a hand on her thigh. Her hand found his as she leaned her head against his shoulder, discussing the plan.

They finally made it to the bar, Dean was in his place right at the counter as a woman approached him. Y/N was positioned at a window, outside the bar. Her eyes locked on him and the woman. Y/N watched on as the woman in question chatted up Dean, giggling loudly and placing her hand on his arm. She rolled her eyes, leaning her head against the window pane with irritation.

“I gotta tell you…every woman in this place…they wanna eat you up” The dark haired woman said in a sultry tone towards Dean. The Hunter wanted to vomit on the spot as she spoke but he kept the facade up, smirking in response. “Well, hey, anybody could’ve tackled that guy” he chuckled deeply. “And wrestled the gun away. Prevented mass murder” He forced himself to face her, tapping the table twice to indicate to Y/N her signal to storm in.

On cue, Y/N entered the bar moments later at the signal. Her eyes hardened as she caught the sight of a woman practically draped over a very much taken Dean, her jaw clenching in faux-annoyance. “You son of a bitch!” She exclaimed, theatrically, storming over to them before snatching the woman’s hand off of her boyfriend.

The bartender from yesterday’s head snapped over to them, taking in the scene.

Both the woman and Dean’s eyes widened simultaneously, their heads whipping around to look at Y/N. “Get off him, Lady” Y/N growled fiercely, shooting the woman a vicious glare. The woman immediately raised her hands in defence, “Woah, woah, woah” she protested, standing quickly and stepping back. Dean held back a smirk at how easily Y/N intimidated this unsuspecting woman.

She scurried off as Y/N turned to Dean with a nasty glare, her eyes flickering over to the bartender who was looking at them intently with her arms crossed. “Again?! Really?! After everything, you go and cheat on me again?!” She exclaimed, shoving the Hunter by his chest, keeping up the charade.

“Baby, listen—I’m—” Dean started but was cut off by a scoff from Y/N. “No, don’t ‘baby’ me. You sleazeball” She sneered, forcing herself to cry. She thought of the most random things. Her father’s death, John’s death, that vision she had with Sam dying, the possibility that she couldn’t save Dean from going to hell. Anything to make her cry at that very moment.

But she was doing a damn good job at it. Dean’s heart dropped at the sight of real tears in her eyes, he never liked seeing her cry, he had to remind himself that it was for the plan so he continued it up.

But he hated it, he hated seeing her hurt, real or not. “Princess, I really didn’t mean to—“ he continued in the same tone, reaching to touch her but Y/N’s hand sprung up and slapped him across his face, causing his head to snap to the side. He looked back at her dumbfounded and slightly in shock, a red handprint forming on his cheek and Y/N could’ve sworn she saw genuine hurt in his eyes. She had to really sell it.

“Bullshit. Every time, you give that same stupid excuse” She cried out, “I’m done, DONE!!” With that, she stormed out of the bar. “Y/N! Wait—!” Dean called out after her as she walked out but she ignored him, going for the impala across the road. He cursed loudly and turned his attention to the bartender, the sting of the slap just starting to set in.

He winced when he tried to move his face, but he knew it was for the plan. The entire thing was an act. He just hoped the bartender would take the bait. The bartender stared at him in shock, the display she had just witnessed had completely thrown her off guard. “Wow,” she said out loud, “That was a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?” She continued with a scoff.

“Yeah, tell me about it” Dean chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood awkwardly in place. The bartender looked him up and down before leaning against the counter. “What do you say I make you feel better?” She purred, giving him a sultry look while leaning closer. “Really?” He faked a smile, “I could’ve sworn you had something going with a guy, you know, about yay tall, wears a sweatsuit?” He asked, referring to Richie.

The bartender froze and her eyes widened for a split second before quickly recovering with a confused look. “Who?” She asked with faux-confusion. Dean raised a brow at her, this sending off all the red flags in his head. “No? My mistake. What do you say, you and me grab a drink after your shift?” He suggested, plastering on a forced lustful smile.

The bartender grinned, leaning further over the counter in an attempt to show herself off, “I say why wait, when we can go right now” She flirted, twirling a strand of her dark locks around her finger. Bingo, Dean thought to himself. “I like the way you think” he chuckled darkly, placing a finger up, “Just let me freshen up” He excused himself to the bathroom when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, he had a feeling it was probably a text from Y/N.

Once in the bathroom, he quickly locked the door and took the phone out of his pocket. It was his intuition that was right, it was her.

‘Hope I didn’t slap you too hard :(. Either way, I’ll give you kisses to make up for it xx’ Her text read.

A genuine smile appeared on Dean’s lips at the text and he chuckled quietly to himself at her message. “Sap,” He muttered to himself. He typed a quick reply.

‘Nah. I’m fine. I will accept the kisses as payment though’

He chuckled again when she sent back a series of kissy-face emojis and pocketed his phone, quickly checking his appearance in the mirror. His phone buzzed again.

’Charming? Be safe’ She texted again, frowning to herself as she rubbed her forehead. Currently seated in the driver's seat of the Impala in the parking lot. He smiled to himself and sent back another quick reply,

‘Ditto’ he could practically see her rolling her eyes at him in his head so he sent another one for good measure, ’I love you’

’Ditto’ She responded, causing him to roll his eyes fondly now. He pocketed his phone once again and made his way back to the bar, the bartender still waiting for him.

“You’re back” She grinned as he approached the counter, “Thought you had a change of mind on me, handsome” She purred quietly. “Nah, I never change my mind about a beautiful lady,” He assured her, flashing her one of his charming smiles. The bartender ate it up and Dean internally felt like gagging at his own flirting.

Y/N was residing in the driver’s seat, smoking a cigarette while tapping on the steering wheel to the Impala with her other hand, waiting for Dean to exit the bar with Casey, the bartender, around his arm.

It didn’t take long for him to finally emerge from the bar with the woman beside him, and she was even more handsy in person, leaning her head on his shoulder and hanging off of his arm. Y/N’s right hand tightened around the wheel, her jaw clenching at the display as she flicked the cigarette out the window.

“Damn, he’s good” she muttered to herself, slightly impressed at the fact he got her out of there in less than ten minutes but she was mainly annoyed.

Despite knowing that it was all an act, she just couldn’t get the feeling of jealousy out of her system. She was the only one able to hang off of Dean, to touch him so casually and be close to him like that. She was supposed to be the only one to get that kind of treatment from the Hunter and no one else.

“Focus” She snapped herself out of her thoughts when Dean and Casey hopped into Casey’s car. As soon as her car peeled out of the parking lot, she started up Baby’s ignition and began following behind her subtly.

Meanwhile, Trotter and his goon finally left the office, giving Sam fully access to go and snoop now. He bent the corner of the hallway once it was clear and pushed open the door to his study. He quickly made his way over to the desk, searching through each and every file he could find. He wasn’t really sure what he was looking for, so he made sure to read every one and every file before putting it back into place, making sure to memorise its current place.

Sam didn’t hear when the goon came back in, immediately, the goon swung on him. The Hunter dodged his attack with ease and expertise, kneeing him in the stomach. He then peeled his jacket over his head to blind him and the goon let out a heavy grunt as Sam began knocking blow after blow in his ribcage.

He was so focused on the man in front of him, that he didn’t realise Trotter came back into the room behind him until it was too late. A gun was now pressed to the side of his neck, “What are you doing here?” Trotter demanded. Sam froze, the goon on the floor, groaning in pain as he tried to get back up again, fixing his jacket. “I think maybe you know” Sam retorted, still facing away from Trotter.

“Yeah? Well I think I’m calling the cops” Trotter threatened, this confused Sam because why would a possible demon be threatening to call the police? “Cops?” Sam grunted, puzzled. “Breaking and entering. Assault. You’re in a peck of trouble, my friend” Sam felt the gun pressed further against his neck at the threat, gulping slightly, “Uh-uh- well I think I could probably explain-“ In a swift motion, he swung around and snatched the gun away from Trotter, now aiming it at the culprit and his goon.

“Alright, back up” Sam warning, his eyes narrowed at them. The goon took a cautionary step back, “Moneys in the safe, take it an go” Trotter panicked, pointing to the safe in the corner. “I don’t want your money” Sam scoffed as he took out his flask of holy water from his jacket. “I just gotta be sure” He stated, his breath hot. He then uncorked it, his gun still aimed at Trotter before splashing him in the face with the holy water.

Trotter gasped, but not from pain, from shock. He seemed to have no reaction to the holy water. Sam tilted his head with a raised brow before splashing the goon with the water, now all men were puzzled. “What kind of psycho are you?!” Trotter exclaimed. “Oh god” Sam gasped, now realizing he attacked and held up the wrong man. “Uh…I’m sorry” Sam chuckled awkwardly. “I think this was just a minor misunderstanding. Yeah?”

The men were speechless as Sam rambled, “Okay, um, how bout I just leave?” He cleared his throat, before dislodging the revolver to Trotter’s gun and emptying the bullets in his hands. “I’ll take these” he chuckled nervously, flipping the revolver back in, “I’ll, uh- I’ll leave this for, uh…” he placed the gun down on the ground before back out towards the door. “You, uh. Have a nice day?” He smiled sheepishly.

Neither of the men answered so Sam turned hot on his heels, grimacing as he sped walked away. Once he was in the hallway, he exhaled deeply and slapped a hand to his forehead in a facepalm movement. He just beat the crap out of some random dude. “God, Dean and Y/N are gonna have a field day with this” he muttered to himself.

He quickly pulled out his phone, calling Dean but it went straight to voicemail. He then called Y/N, who was currently waiting outside nearby Casey’s house while, surprise surprise, smoking a cigarette. She parked a couple houses away, ensuring not to draw any attention to them while the possessed bartender escorted Dean into her house.

She immediately picked up, “Hey, did you find anything?” She answered, dusting the ash into the ashtray. “Yeah, uh,” Sam paused, trying to find the best way to go around this, “I may have just beat the crap out of some rich douche, thinking he was a demon” he admitted with a cringe. Y/N snorted in amusement, almost choking on the smoke.

“That’s what we were trying to tell you before you hung up on us Han Solo, that bartender who was flirting with Dean last night, she’s the demon. She’s got the concealing mark on her hand and everything” Y/N chuckled as she explained to Sam, crushing the butt of the cigarette in the tray.

Sam cursed loudly, facepalming as he exclaimed, “And you didn’t think to fucking mention that sooner?” Sam exclaimed in an accusatory tone, facepalming again. Y/N scoffed sarcastically, “Dude, I did, you just weren’t listening” she retorted. “So where’s Dean?” He asked. She then proceeded to give him a rundown of the plan they concocted from the bar to now before he asked. “Wait, wait, wait, you said the concealing mark. You mean that thing Ruby has?”

“Mhmm” She hummed, clicking her tongue. “Okay, I can’t see the damn thing with my own two eyes. How’d you manage to find it?” He questioned, rubbing forehead. Y/N smirked slightly, “Psychic, remember?” Sam rolled his eyes again, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Matilda. Come pick me up”

“Okay, first, that’s a really old reference, but I’m on my way” She chuckled as she hung up, shooting Dean a quick text before peeling out to pick Sam up.

In the current time, Dean was in the demon’s/Casey’s basement. Her back was turnt to him as he read the text from Y/N. He smirked slightly, thankful that she was on her way to pick him up. He felt as though he had this under control so he quickly shot her a subtle thumbs up along with,

‘Meet you back at the bar, I love you’ and locked his phone, shoving it back into his pocket.

When Casey turned, Dean had a charming smile pasted on but his eyes were narrowed, “Looks like the maid’s day off” he commented smoothly. A devilish smirk appeared on Casey’s lips at the comment, a laugh escaping her, “Looks like it” she agreed, crossing over to the Hunter. “I’d offer you a drink, but I feel like we should just get right to it” she purred in a seductive tone, closing the gap between them with a sly smile. Dean resisted the urge to shudder in disgust. “Get right to what?” He asked with a raised brow, playing coy.

She then leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Dean stiffened and immediately shoved her back harshly. She was taken by surprise, a loud gasp leaving her lips as she fell ass first onto a mat, which had a devil’s trap painted below it. “Oh I’m sorry, that was an accident” he feigned ignorance, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Did I hurt ya, sweetheart?” The demon gritted her teeth at him as her eyes flashed over black.

“Is that how you treat a lady? No wonder your little girlfriend left that print on your cheek” She growled, but Dean remained unphased. “Oh, I forgot to mention. Richie was a friend of mine.” He glared at her with hatred. “When my girl reminded me that we could trap the GPS on his cell phone, we swung by earlier. Gave him a proper burial” He explained as he paced menacingly. “It’s better than rotting in some skank’s basement” He spat with venom in his tone. She attempted to lunge at him but was confined to the trap beneath the mat,

This amused him, seeing her struggle, he stepped closer to her so that he towered over the demon before lowering himself to peel the mat back, revealing the devil’s trap Y/N spray painted beneath. “Oops. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ain’t that a buzzkill?” He mocked her. “Sorry, sister. But you’re going back to where you came from” He said as he took a book out from his jacket with the exorcism incantation inside. “I don’t think so” The demon smirked as Dean began chanting, she allowed her eyes to flicker shut.

Immediately after, Dean began to sense something off. A harsh gust of wind came through the basement, the chandelier above began to jingle. Dean tried again, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-“ but his pages began ripping out of the book on its own, scattering across the now shaking room. You’d swear it was an earthquake.

He cursed loudly, the book being ripped from his hands with the wing as he stumbled on his feet, nearly falling over at the violent trembling. “The fuck?!” he exclaimed in shock, eyes wide as he gawked at the demon. The top of the concrete ceiling to the basement began caving in, loads of cinder blocks falling down in the pathway, blocking the only entrance and exit to the basement.

He was now alone with the demon, trapped as she sat back on the mat like a throne. She chuckled menacingly at him, “What’re you laughing at you black-eyed bitch, you’re still trapped” He snapped at her. “So are you. Bitch.” she teased in a mocking manner.

He scowled at her as cursed under his breath, glaring at her before digging into his pocket to retrieve his lighter. His eyes darted around the room, noticing the candles on the wall holders. He paced over and hovered the naked flame over the wick, allowing the wax to melt slightly so he could light the candle.

He then stalked over to scattered pages, looking for the specific page with the exorcism incantation but coming up short. “Lose something?” The black-haired demon mocked, a nasty smirk across her face. Dean chuckled dryly, glancing over his shoulder, “All you fucking demons have smart mouths” He scoffed, focusing back to finding the page.

“It’s a gift” She quipped, “Yeah, well. Let’s see if you’re smiling when I send your dusty as back to hell” He shot back, “Without your little exorcism book?” She feigned innocence as she blinked, “Hey, go ahead” She urged him. Dean scowled at her, standing tall as he whipped his lighter shut and tucked it safely into his pocket. Placing the lit candle on the ground. His eyes narrowed in aggravation the closer he got to the demon.

“Spiritus immundus, ungo-” The words got caught in his throat when he lost all confidence, not knowing the incantation by head. “Having a little trouble there, sport” The demon quipped. Dean clenched and unclenched his jaw, clearing his throat before trying again. “Spiritus immundus, ungo, persona tote…” He was plain out speaking gibberish at this point, puffing his cheeks out when he couldn’t find the words.

“Nice try, but I think…you just ordered a pizza. Guess you should’ve paid more attention in Latin class” She grinned. “Hey, I don’t know what you’re smiling about” Dean grinned back, pointing to the devils trap. “You’re not going anywhere,” he reminded her. “And apparently, neither are you” She quipped, “Yeah, but I’ve got people coming for me.” He smirked, pacing over to what seemed like a window.

“And uh, they did pay attention in Latin class” He snarked, flicking his lighter on to shine it upwards towards the window. “Oh right, Sam and Y/N. Everyone says Sam is the brains of the outfit. And y/n’s the beauty” She stated. “Everyone?” Dean asked confused, “Sure. You Winchester boys are famous, and your friend Y/N is quite the star. Not Lohan famous or Beyoncé stardom, but, you know” She shrugged, smiling menacingly.

“But you’re the brawn” She mocked, rolling her eyes at the Hunter. “I’m a lot more than just the brawn, sweetheart” He smirked, “That’s still flattering. I’ll be sure to let them know when they get here” He retorted cockily. “If they show up first” The demon chuckled, unfazed by the cocky Hunter. Dean’s head whipped around, his smirk faltering. “What? You thought I was flying solo? You shouldn’t underestimate, Dean. It might be the death of you” She scoffed.

His deathly glare didn’t falter as he paced towards her slowly, “You can give me hard eyes all you want but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first. The Calvary or the Indians” She said menacingly as Dean clenched his jaw.

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Y/N pushed the door inwards to the bar, allowing Sam in first. The younger Winchester mumbled a low ‘thanks’, his hands stuffed in his pocket as he stepped in. The eyes began scanning the bar for Dean, coming up empty.

He said he was gonna be here, he was supposed to already be here. It was supposed to be a quick exorcism and out. “Maybe he’s not here yet?” Y/N questioned, sensing her friend’s unease as he looked around frantically. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Hey, you worry too much. He’s probably fine,” She reassured him.

He nodded hesitantly in agreement, moving towards the bar to order some drinks. She followed after him, making sure to stay close by as he leaned against the bar. The two of them sat, making conversation as a woman eyed the younger Winchester. The same woman who was eyeing Dean earlier before y/n came in and they did their whole act.

“You seem tense” The woman said towards Sam in a sultry tone. Sam turned to look at her, blinking in surprise as Y/N raised a curious brow. “I know a sure-fire way to relax” She smirked, her eyes raking down Sam’s body. The younger Winchester shifted a bit uncomfortably and Y/N immediately piped up, “He’s taken, lady”

The woman’s eyes flickered to Y/N, the smirk on her lips falling at the comment as she examined your appearance, “And you would know because?” She quipped snootily. Y/N clenched her jaw, her grip tightening around her beer bottle. “You know, what-?!” She made an attempt to hop off of her stool and towards the woman to aid her brother’s defense but Sam quickly used his body to block the way.

He gave her a pleading look, silently begging her to calm down. However, he was met with her glaring daggers at the woman across from them. Her teeth grinded together, knuckles turning white as she clenched the beer bottle and she was about to say something snarky until her phone began to vibrate in her pocket.

‘Trapped with the demon bitch, says she’s got back up. Be on the lookout’ Dean’s text read as she pulled out her phone.

She quickly read the text, her heart suddenly dropped in her gut. “Son of a-“ she cursed under her breath, locking her phone before shoving it into her pocket. “What?” Sam asked, noticing the shift in her demeanor. “Dean’s in trouble” She blurted out, eyes blown wide with worry. Sam’s face dropped as he cursed under his breath. The two shared a silent look, paying their tab before bursting out of the bar. Now headed back over to Casey’s house.

Dean sat on the ground of the basement, typing away on his phone as he warned his girlfriend. “Why don’t you relax?” The demon said mockingly, “Why don’t you kiss my ass?” Dean shot back with a harsh glare, she smirked in return. “Why Dean, you’re a poet. I had no idea” She teased sarcastically, leaning back on her hands as she sat across from him.

“Look, we won’t have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil” She suggested, causing Dean to scoff. “Civil, huh? Killing Richie, that’s was-? That was civil? Guy was harmless” He snapped, “That knife he pulled on me…didn’t look so harmless” She sneered. “A knife wouldn’t hurt you” Dean rolled his eyes.

“No, but it would damage this body. And Casey has such a fine body, I wouldn’t wanna see it ripped” The demon said almost as if she cared, this made Dean chuckle dryly. “A demon with a heart. Ah. Well, you know, there’s a bunch of dead people in town that might disagree with you” he quipped. “Hey, I didn’t pull any triggers” she smirked in return.

“Yeah, you did something.” Dean scoffed, his eyes shooting around the room from one end to another. “You wanna know what I did? What I really did?” She jeered, earning a curious look from Dean. “I had lunch,” she grinned. “Lunch?” Dean raised a brow, “Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger. I had a salad. And I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice”

Dean tilted his head, his brows furrowed his disgust as she continued, “So Trotter built it and, man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger” she bragged. “That’s it?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and disgust. “You don’t get it. All you have to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there. And they’ll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces”

Dean’s eye twitched, the mention of hell reminding him of his soon descend. “Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak” She spat, tilting her head. “Our will is stronger. That’s why we’ll win.” She shrugged, the confidence clear in her tone. A cocky grin spread across his face, “And that’s how it ends?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at her as he leaned back on his own hands. “No, that’s how it begins” She smiled, her eyes raking down his body.

“So demons take over? I thought the meek shall inherit the earth?” Dean quoted from the Bible, “Well, according to your Bible.” She stated, making Dean’s face drop. “It’s only a book, Dean.” She rolled her eyes, “Not everyone would agree” He pursed his lips, “Because it’s God’s book? Do you believe in God, Dean? I’d be surprised if you did” the demon chuckled sadistically.

He bit his bottom lip, debating on whether or not he should answer her mocking question. After a couple of seconds of silence, he finally met her eyes with a defiant glare. “I don’t know, I’d like to” He shrugged. “Well, I don’t see how you and your God have done such a bang-up job. War, genocide, it’s only getting worse” The demon stated, pushing herself to her knees.

Her words reminded him of what y/n said almost a year ago when Sam thought an Angel was telling him to do things, only it turned out to be the spirit of a murdered priest haunting the town.

“I mean, this past century, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us” The demon spat, Dean chuckled dryly again. “It’s our turn now. And we’re gonna do it right this time” She warned. A thud came from above, causing Dean’s head to snap up. He hurried over to the grit, connecting to the street. Hope filling his veins, “Don’t be hopeful, Dean. You’re not delivered” The demon sneered.

“It’s only the wind” she sighed mockingly as Dean’s heart raced, sighing in defeat. “You know, you’re piling pretty high there, sweetheart. I’m not sure I’m buying” he retorted, pacing around the devils trap, “Why would I lie?” She rose to her feet. “Demons lie” Dean stated as if it were obvious, “Some do. While some are true believers” She smirked, placing her hands on her hips. “Believers in what?” Dean scoffed.

“What? You think humans have an exclusive on a higher power?” The demon said, almost as if she were offended. Dean’s brows raised with amusement, “You have a God?” He asked, amused. “Sure. His name’s Lucifer.” She smiled, “You mean the devil?” Dean’s brows furrowed, “Your word, not ours. Lucifer actually means ‘light bringer’. Look it up” The demon defended, “Once, he was the most beautiful of all God’s angels.” She began as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“But God demanded that he bow down before man. And when he refused, God banished him. Tell me, Dean, how do you like bowing before lesser creatures?” She asked, her tone laced with venom. “Lucifer’s really real?” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he continued to pace around the trap. “Well, no one’s actually seen him. But they say that he made us into what we are and they say that he’ll return.”

“Oh yeah? And, uh, you believe that?” Dean mocked, “I’ve got faith” she narrowed her eyes at him, “Mmm” he hummed, “So you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours?” She pouted, “Well, except that, uh, you know, demons are evil” Dean sassed, causing her to harden her gaze. “And humans are such a lovable bunch,” she shot back. “Dick Cheney”

“He one of yours?” Dean deadpanned, feigning a yawn at the mention of their current Vice-President of the Republican Party. Dean could care less about politics but when it came to anything red, he was blue all the way, “Not yet. Let’s just he’s got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs” The demon stated. Dean couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. “Funny, I always thought he was an executive member” He quipped.

The demon scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes trailing the Hunter, his feet echoing through the room as he paced slowly. “Hey, speaking of downstairs. What’s it like down there?” He asked, trying to seem nonchalant as he leaned against a pillar, folding his arms over his chest. The demon shot him a once over, “What, hell?” She tilted her head. “Yeah” Dean shrugged, maintaining his faux-nonchalance.

“That’s right.” She muttered, her eyes connecting with his. “You booked a one way ticket with that deal” She pointed out in realization, Dean chuckled dryly. Trying to hide the fear in his voice and face while keeping a cocky grin. “You’re not gonna like it, Dean. And, um, judging from the trouble you’ve caused…I don’t think you’ll be getting the presidential suite” She told him in a low tone. Dean’s eyes shifted to the floor as she continued.

“No, it’s a pit of despair. Why do you think we want to come here?” He met her gaze again. “Kind of funny. Don’t you think? You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk” Casey smirked, “Yeah, it’s hilarious. You know, in that apocalyptic sort of way” Dean deadpanned as he lowered himself to the ground to sit, leaning against the pillar. He hitched one knee up, bracing his elbow on his kneecap. The demon chuckled at his comment, “You’re alright, Dean” she commented sincerely with a smile.

Dean scoffed, raising a brow. “The others don’t describe you that way. But, you know, you’re- you’re likable. I can see what Y/N sees in you.” She said honestly, Dean shook his head, repressing his smile. “A demon likes me. Sorry, I don’t know how to respond to that” He quipped as the demon giggled, “You could say thanks” She winked, he rolled his eyes in return as her face turned serious.

“That deal you made to save Y/N…” She began, the hunter's face dropped, his gaze now on the floor. “A lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don’t.” She said lowly, Dean’s eyes snapped back up to her. “It’s kind of liberating, actually.” He chuckled, “I mean, what’s the point in worrying about a future, when you don’t have one, huh?”

“Still…a year to live. You’re not scared?” She raised her brow curiously, “Nah.” Dean lied through his pearl white teeth, a lump growing in his throat as he swallowed harshly. “Not even a little?” She asked, tilting her head. “Of course not.” She didn’t believe him but decided not to press on it, thinking of another way to play mind games with him.

So she laid back on the floor, hitching one leg up as she stretched the aching muscles in Casey’s body. Dean’s eyes scanned over the girl sitting opposite him as she got herself comfortable. In any other situation previously as a single man, he probably would’ve appreciated the view, but this was different.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t realise the demon was staring at him curiously, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. The demon moaned slightly, “Why Dean, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that was lust in your eyes” She teased, “Well, that would be one way to spend the time” She whispered, raising up before settling onto all fours.

She seductively crawled over to him, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, stopping at the edge of the devils trap.“Although, I don’t think you’d respect me in the morning” she smirked. Dean grimaced in disgust, letting out a tiny snicker as he thought of the ways y/n would rip this demon apart. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, sister”

The demon chuckled, “Is that so?” Her hand moved, tracing around the edge of the devils trap she was trapped in, as she continued to crawl forward, not once breaking eye-contact. Dean’s gaze hardened, warning her not to push it, she huffed in return. “Point taken” before leaning back onto her arm. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” Dean suddenly asked, “I’m an open book” She answered, urging him. He clicked his tongue, “So the gate opened, the demon army was let out. What now? Huh?” He asked curiously. “I’m not seeing a big honking plan here.

“Honestly, there was a plan” she began, “Azazel was a tyrant…but, he held all together” She explained as she pushed herself up. Dean’s brows furrowed, “Azazel?” He questioned, “What? You think his friends just called him ‘Yellow Eyes’? He had a name” She retorted, propping her elbows on her knees. “After you did him in, it all fell apart.” She sighed, “Sorry about that” Dean grimaced mockingly, smirking cockily. “So, what, no chain of command?”

“There was. It was either Sam or Y/N” The demon revealed. Dean froze, his eyes widening as the demon’s words processed in his mind. “What?” He rasped out, not sure if he heard her correctly. “They were supposed to fight till the death and decide who gets to be the Grand Pooh Bad, lead the big army. But, neither of them exactly step up to the plate, haven’t they?” Her tone was menacing. “Thank God for that” Dean clenched his jaw.

The demon chuckled dryly, “Again with God? You think this is a good thing? Now you’ve got chaos, a war without a front. Hundreds of demons, all jockeying for power. All fighting for the crown.” The demon sneered, “Most of 'em gunning for your brother and your little girlfriend” Dean swallowed harshly, tearing his gaze again. “For the record, I was ready to follow any one of them.”

Meanwhile, outside, the Impala finally peeled into the driveway. Sam tapped Y/N on her arm, nudging her head in the direction to the green Sudan parked to the side of the house. The two special children shared a look, “Looks like we’ve got company” Y/N muttered as she and Sam hopped out of the Impala, they hobbled over to the trunk. She stuck the key in, popping the trunk open so they could load up in ammunition.

Sam and Y/N armed themselves before shutting the trunk forcefully and started to move closer to the building, taking out their flashlights and weapons. “Dean?!” Sam called out to his brother, “Charming?!” Y/N shouted in hopes her boyfriend heard them.

Down in the dungeon, Dean heard their shouts. Quickly pushing himself up from the ground, “Looks like you win” the demon quipped, smirking sadistically. “Sammy?! Y/N/N?! Down here!!” Dean shouted for them through the grit. Sam and Y/N stopped abruptly, their ears perking up to the sound of his shouting. “Dean, that you?!” Y/N shouted back as they spun in their heels and started to jog towards the sound.

They ended up around the back of the house, “The basement caved in!!” he shouted, the two sighed in relief upon seeing his face through the grit. “Thank god” Sam sighed. “Sweetie, hold on, okay? We’re coming” Y/N said gently as they both knelt towards the grit. “Be careful, she’s got back up coming too” Dean warned, Sam and Y/N’s heads snapped towards each other, remembering the car they saw parked outside.

“Oh, Jesus” Sam muttered as the two of them rose to their feet, “We’re getting you out, okay? Just a sec.” Y/N assured him before she and Sam turned away to search for something that could be used to break the rubble. Y/N kept a look out, a gasp leaving her throat when she felt a heat rise to the back of her neck. She spun around to see the priest from the church, staring back at them with wide black eyes. “Father?” She gasped stunned, reaching for her holy water.

With a wave of his hand, the demon possessing the priest sent her barreling into the side of the house. Y/N’s body smacked into the side of the wall roughly, crying out when her body connected with the old bricks. She landed on the ground with a thud, groaning out in pain, “Y/N/N!” Sam’s head whipped in their direction upon hearing Y/N’s cry out in pain, his gaze narrowed at the possessed priest.

Before he could reach for his own holy water, a gun shot rang out, shooting past the priest and into the side of the house. The gun shot was revealed to have come from Bobby, the veteran hunter wielding the Colt. “Bobby?” Y/N mumbled through her grogginess, the demon then proceeded to wave his hand, now sending Bobby across the driveway. Bobby’s body hit the ground with a heavy thud, the gun slipping from his grip.

The demon then turned to Sam, who tried to soak him in holy water but he did the same to him, sending him flying into the windshield of the sedan, cracking the screen. He groaned as he slumped against the frame before rolling off, falling to the ground. Y/N forced herself up from the ground, gritting her teeth at the pain in her shoulder.

She wobbled over to Sam, “Sammy, you alright?” Sam groaned, “Just peachy” he muttered sarcastically, wincing in pain. He pushed himself up so he was slumped against the sedan, “You?” he questioned in concern, looking up to check on Y/N. A grimace etched into his features upon seeing all the scrapes and bruises on her skin.

They turned their attention to Bobby, both rushing over to the older man. Bobby groaned as the two knelt down beside him, “Are you two alright?” He managed to ask, grunting out a pain. “Yeah, yeah we’re fine” Y/N reassured quickly, looking him over. “Are you okay?? How did you know where we were-“ Sam went to ask but Bobby cut him off, snatching up the Colt from the ground before stuffing it into Sam’s hand. “Both of you kids, go” He ordered them.

Both Sam and Y/N froze on their knees, looking at the older hunter in shock. He nodded assuring them he was okay, “You heard the man. Go” A voice boomed behind them, revealing to be Ruby. Sam and Y/N’s blood ran cold as they slowly turned back to the demon, their eyes wide as they both scrambled to their feet, “Run!!” Bobby barked, making them both snap out of their scared paralysis.

They snapped out of it, Y/N patted Bobby on his cheek before shooting Ruby a harsh glare. She and Sam nodded in unison before darting to the house. The Colt in Sam’s hand and holy water in Y/N’s.

Meanwhile, Dean jumped back when the rubble blocking the passageway to the staircase shook. A loud pounding through the rubble sounded as it began to break down, the culprit revealed to be the priest. His eyes shone black in Dean’s direction, the Hunter charging towards the demon.

The demon was quicker than him, waving his hand, sending him flying across the room and into some wooden barrels. Knocking over the lit candle. Dean grunted in pain, clutching his back. The demon locked eyes with Casey, pacing towards her. “Stop!” She warned him, pointing to the devils trap beneath her. The demon gritted his teeth before kneeling to the ground, he reeled his fist back before driving it into the concrete. Breaking a corner of the trap, rendering it useless and void.

He grunted with effort before he was able to pull his hand out, he stood back up slowly. “Now that’s better” he smirked as he wiped the blood from his busted knuckles. Casey smiled widely, extending her arms to him. He gladly accepted, capturing her into his arms before pressing his lips against hers.

“Oh, come on” Dean groaned bitterly from where he was on the floor. “You two?” He panted as he pushed himself up, watching the two demons kiss passionately. “For centuries. We’ve been through hell and back, literally” The priest smirked, “Leave him be” Casey told her lover, turning to Dean. But Father Gil narrowed his eyes at Dean instead, snatching him by his throat.

He groaned as the priest lifted him in the air, his boots hovering above the ground. “Don’t kill him. Let’s just go!” Casey pleaded. “Please” Not another word was said before a shot rang through the basement, coming from Sam who was wielding the Colt. Father Gil was hit first, the demon inside of him stunned as he began to seize.

He released Dean in surprise before letting out a cry as he fell back onto the floor, the demon began to burn through his body till he was gone with a bright yellow light. Casey’s eyes then went wide in fear, “No!!” she gasped out, “Sam no!” Dean tried to stop his brother but it was too late, he had already shot Casey. The demon fell to the floor, seizing through her body like her lover before slumping dead.

Y/N quickly rushed over to Dean’s side. “Dean, are you okay?” She fussed over him, checking his face and body for injuries. “Hey, hey, calm down, I’m alright” he assured her quickly, taking her hand, “Are you?” he asked carefully, eyeing over her own battered body. “I’m fine, just a little banged up” she insisted as she cupped the side of his face, checking over for any bruising or cut.

Sam tossed the Colt aside before helping his brother to his feet, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Dean grunted as he was lifted off the ground and onto his feet, stumbling against his brother’s side. “Come on” Sam said gently, trying to usher Dean forwards, “Let’s get you out of here”

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The next day, Bobby had already left town and Dean and Y/N were leaving a diner while Sam got their stuff back together at the motel. All ready to get out of dodge. “What do you think, y/n/n? About what we did here, do you think we made a difference?” He asked her as they strolled back to the Impala, his hands loaded with the food and hers carrying a six pack from the convenience store next door.

“Like Bobby said, two less demons to worry about. That’s not nothing” She shrugged, taking Dean’s free hand into hers, intertwining their fingers. “Yeah, but Trotter’s still alive” Dean sighed as they crossed the busy street, “Humans ain’t our job” She snorted, earning an amused chuckle from Dean. “Yeah, but you think anything’s really gonna change? I mean, maybe these people do just wanna destroy themselves. Maybe it is a losing battle”

She raised a brow at him as they stopped infront of the Impala, she opened the backseat door, placing the six pack in the back as he placed the food on the backseat. “That you or that demon girl talking?” She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. Dean had a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, he found it amusing how easy she could read him. He then allowed his hands to make its way to her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze as her arms automatically made its way to her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s all me, baby. The demon is dead and so is that girl it was possessing” He assured her, pressing a kiss to her nose. She held back a pathetic giggle, her cheeks heating up at the gesture. “Well, it had to be done. Sam was saving your life” she assured him, threading her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, but you didn’t see it, Y/N/N. He was cold” Dean sighed, his head dropping.

“Dean, he loves you and he’d kill for you in a heartbeat. You’re his brother. He’s just protective of you” Dean’s mood lifter slightly at her words, “Yeah, I guess you’re right” he mumbled, tracing circles on the small of her back with his thumb. His mind going back to when that demon told him about Sam and Y/N being the ones to have lead the demon army.

Y/N frowned when she saw Dean’s mind stray, so she pushed herself up a bit to meet his height, pressing a lingering soft kiss to his lips. He returned it without hesitation, allowing himself to melt into her arms. Her heart raced out of her chest as their lips moved in a synchronized fashion. Not caring who was around.

Back in their motel room, Sam was hustling to gather their stuff. A stoic expression potent on his face, he wallowed due to killing those innocent people the demons were possessing, the guilt riding his chest. He knew he would go above and beyond to save his brother, seeing that demon seconded away from snapping Dean’s neck made the younger Winchester feel a rage he never knew.

The stakes were higher this round, they were wanted people by both the federal government and supernatural forces. Sam was willing to do anything to get his brother out of that stupid deal, granted, the deal saved Y/N’s life after she saved his but it only meant Dean’s clock was ticking down by the second. She saved him, his brother saved her, now it’s his turn to save someone. He had to save his brother.

Sam sighed heavily as he balled up his tshirt, shoving them into the bag roughly. Not bothering to fold them neatly like he usually would do, his hair was disheveled, his eyes sunken. His internally groaned when the motel room door opened and in walked the last blonde on earth he wanted to see at the very moment.

Ruby smirked as she leaned against the door frame, “Leaving so soon? We haven’t even had a chance to celebrate” She teased, the younger Winchester cast a heated glare in her direction. “Yeah, well you can celebrate without me” He grumbled, clenching his jaw. “You’re not gonna get all pouty on me now, are you?” Ruby groaned dramatically as she shut the door behind her. Sam gave her no reaction in return.

“Come on. You killed two demons today” She cheered him on in a congratulatory tone, brushing past him before tossing herself bottom first onto the bed opposite him. “Yeah, well maybe you don’t care, but I killed two humans too” Sam shot back, “Sam, you know what happens when demons piggy back humans.” Ruby sighed, “They leave them rode hard and put up wet. Chance are those two would’ve died a slow, sticky death. You probably did them a favor”

“Did them a favor?” Sam scoffed, casting a look of disgust in the demons direction. “You’re a cold fucking bitch, you know that?” He spat, turning back to his bag on the bed. Ruby glared at him, “Yeah, and this cold bitch has saved your ass a couple of times now. Some respect might be nice” She retorted as Sam’s gaze landed on the Colt, resting neatly next to his bag.

“Especially if you want me to help you out with Dean and his problem” She smirked, this made Sam snap. The Hunter snatching up the Colt before swinging to face her, “You know what, you keep dancing that, but last I checked, Dean’s still going to hell!” He exclaimed, “Everything in it’s own time, Sam” She smirked. “But there’s a quid pro quo here. We’re in a war.”

“Right. But for some reason you’re fighting in our team. Tell me why is that again?” He rebuttaled with suspicion, narrowing his eyes at her. “Go fuck yourself, that’s why” She shot back, “Oh I see.” Sam rolled his eyes as he muttered sarcastically. “I don’t have to justify my actions to you, Sam. 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 just use it on you” Sam threatened, cocking the gun at her. Pressing it to the center of her chest as she rose to her feet. Ruby sighed, “Go ahead if that makes you happy” She shrugged nonchalantly, challenging him. Sam raised his brow, “Its not gonna do much for Dean, though.” She smirked, this made his face drop. Realizing she was his only possible shot at getting Dean out of his deal.

As much as y/n didn’t like Ruby, she’d rip Sam’s head off for killing her before they could use her to get Dean out of his deal. She told him about the tarot reading she did and he was just as confused by the outcome. Ruby was their only shot, he couldn’t kill her now.

“So, what’s it gonna be? Hmm?” Ruby tilted her head to meet his eyes, opening her arms out. Sam cursed under his breath before uncocking the gun and lowering it. “Ahhh” she grinned at him triumphantly, “That’s my boy” Sam grimaced in disgust at her words, “This won’t be easy, Sam. You’re gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. There’ll be collateral damage. But it has to be done”

“Well I don’t have to like it” Sam’s nostrils flared as he spoke, turning away from the demon. “No. You wouldn’t be Sam if you did. But on the bright side…I’ll be there with you” Ruby’s voice was alluring, “That little fallen angel on your shoulder.” She smirked as she moved closer to him, wrapping her hand around his wrist. His head snapped in her direction, “I’ve already got my angel, thanks” He spat fiercely before snatching his hand out of her grip.

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