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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Eight)

Summary: What’s the damn plan Jack Belphegor?

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Season 15 spoilers, language

Word Count: 3900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: This series is a season 15 rewrite with reader inserted.

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

The plan to save Kevin seemed pretty simple. Dean and Sam would show up to meet Jack the Ripper and when the timing was right, Rowena would appear with the crystal with Cas and Y/N as back up and help. There was one problem. Rowena and Castiel were adamant that Y/N stay behind and that they could handle it without her. That argument did not go well with the huntress until Dean had agreed with them putting an end to that problem. 

As everyone prepared for the plan, Dean was the last to be ready as he took Y/N aside. “I’m not trying to be a protective asshole, just so you know. But while we’re going to save Kevin, you should watch the kid.” His eyes glanced over at Belphegor who had been standing at the doorframe of the room when the plan was being discussed. The demon had been clear that he shouldn’t join due to being recognizable to the spirits. He had been their torturer, according to him. “After what Ketch said and what you told me you heard from Jack, we need to make sure an eye is kept on him at all times.”

Y/N sighed, knowing that Dean was right. “Yeah, okay. I’ll watch him.” She whispered back.

The older Winchester pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there for a moment. “Take this…” He gestured downward as he stuffed a pointed object into her jacket pocket. 

She pulled the item out slightly, recognizing the handle of the knife. It was Ruby’s knife. 

When Dean pulled away from her, he rubbed the side of her arms. “Take care and…call me if you need me. I’ll find a way to be there. ” He smiled at her.

She returned the smile. “Same goes for you.”

And then the older Winchester left with everyone else as Y/N was left in the room with Belphegor. 

The demon looked over at her, from what she could assume, as he grinned, “Well, I think I’ll just go find myself something fun to do in the meantime.” 

As the boy was about to leave the room, Y/N cleared her throat, walking over to Dean’s duffel bag as she grabbed a shotgun. “You’re with me. We’re going on a patrol run.”

Belphegor frowned, “If you were actually listening earlier, I’m pretty sure the angel and witch wanted you out of the action…”

“Yeah, well I will be as long as the spell holds. And that’s why you’re coming with me. If the barrier happens to break down for any reason, I expect you to help keep the spirits at bay. After all, you’d want to be proven useful still, right?” She eyed him, touching on the implication Dean shared earlier during the group discussion. The only reason the demon was still around was that the older Winchester found him useful for now. 

The demon wore a straight facial expression as he contemplated her words carefully.

With no snarky response back but agreeing to go with her, Y/N grinned as she cucked the shotgun. “Let’s roll.” 

-

“You’re definitely as stubborn as a Winchester. No wonder you and Dean pair up so well. I do have to admit that I’ve been shipping you too since the stories of you both first started to pour in into hell.” Belphegor complimented.

Y/N rolled her eyes, not enjoying this small talk that had been going on since they first stepped foot out of the school. Now she had wished she would’ve fought harder to join in Kevin’s rescue escapade.  She could tell the demon was trying to get on her good side, and she couldn’t help but think it was for another reason. 

As they turned a corner, Y/N spotted a body on the ground just a few steps past the barrier. Quickly, she ran to it, squatting down and turning the body over. It was Ketch. “Ketch?” She shoved him once before pressing her two fingers on his throat to feel for a pulse. 

There was definitely still a pulse as the man began waking up. He looked up to see the face of Y/N as he pushed himself to stand back up. 

Y/N assisted him by holding him by his arm, “What the hell happened Ketch?”

“I don't quite remember.” He answered a bit incoherently. “I believe I came across a soul but as I took it out, it seemed to have taken me out as well.” He added. 

“Wow, the great Ketch being taken out by a soul. Who knew that’s all it took?” She sarcastically commented. Despite Dean being able to get along with this man, Y/N still wasn’t a big fan.

Expecting a smart remark back, Y/N was met with silence. Instead, Ketch seemed to be checking himself out.

“Uh, are you okay?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Ah, yes. Splendid.” Ketch smiled at her, a smile not expected. His expression quickly changed to surprise and almost terror when his eyes landed on Belphegor. 

Before Y/N could ask what his problem was, a series of gun shots were heard nearby. Quickly, Y/N ran to where the sounds of gun fire came from as Belphegor and Ketch followed. 

It was then that they ran into the Winchesters, Cas, and Rowena. Dean had been firing shots at what looked like nothing. There were energy bursts that appeared before the group in random spots.

“What the hell is going on?” Y/N yelled over Dean’s shots.

“Hm. It seems the souls are testing the barriers. This looks to be a weak point. Dean seems to be shooting some, but there’s still a lot.” The demon answered.

When Dean decided to stop shooting, he acknowledged the extra heads: Y/N, Belphegor, and Ketch. “How many is a lot?” He asked the demon boy. Belphegor answered that the older Winchester would run out of bullets before he could even get an eighth of the spirits currently present on the other side of the barrier.

Overhearing the demon’s comment, Y/N turned to Sam. “What happened with the crystal? Can we-?” She began to suggest, but Sam interrupted knowing what his friend was thinking. 

“Rowena!” The younger Winchester called out as he made eye contact with the red head, quickly glancing at the crystal in her hands.

Rowena understood what Sam was implying, but before she could react the crystal was stolen away from her by Ketch. Confused and surprised by Ketch’s sudden behavior, Dean was the first to scoff and tell the man to quit messing around. Ketch had replied with a smirk, slowly walking backwards past the magical barrier, as he began to mock the group. The boys questioned him as to why he would want to help the spirits, but it was Y/N who raised her shotgun back up and aimed it at the man with the crystal. She had an inkling feeling that the man speaking before them all was not exactly Ketch and she had that feeling since she first found him lying on the ground earlier.  His current actions were only feeding her suspicions even more. 

As Ketch continued with the unnecessary monologue of how powerful he would be, it was Rowena who figured him out. “Francis…”

The soul in Ketch’s body smiled at the witch. “Hello again, my little witch…” Francis began as other souls appeared beside him.

Y/N did not want to hear any more speeches and with Rowena confirming Ketch was being possessed by a man named Francis, the huntress shot first and asked questions later. Ketch’s body fell to the ground as another older man’s spirit appeared where the body once stood. 

The shot caused the group to look over at Y/N, who shrugged, “What? I’ve had enough bad guy monologue the past week to last me a lifetime and someone had to do it.” 

The crystal had fallen from the body’s hands as it rolled out towards Rowena. She immediately took it back in her possession as she began chanting the spell to absorb the souls. The first soul being captured was Francis as the remaining began scattering to escape from the absorption. 

 “They’re leaving.” Belphegor commented as the crystal’s spell began to stop. From what had just occurred, it was safe to assume that the crystal was not quite the solution they were hoping for. There were too many souls to capture from such a large area and it only increased as time went on. 

“So what now?” Dean turned to ask the group, realizing the soul catcher plan wasn’t that great of an idea either. It looked like it was back to the drawing board.

-

Back at the school, Castiel and Rowena informed Y/N on what had happened with Kevin and the souls. There had been souls that escaped when the Soul Catcher was first activated, including Jack the Ripper, whom Y/N found out was also Francis. Kevin had shared with them all that Francis had a plan B, which led to the encounter at the edge of the magic barrier. And she knew how that ended up. Ketch was sent to the nearest hospital after shooting him with salt ammo and the Winchesters were left with a personal side mission of trying to help Kevin with the help of Belphegor. 

Did Belphegor really know how to close hell? Y/N couldn’t help but think about. Right now, she was beginning to doubt Jack’s words as the demon boy had many opportunities to share how to close hell, especially with the last plan they had not going so well. 

The Soul Catcher wasn’t exactly a failed plan, but it also wasn’t an entirely successful one either. The real issue was the millions upon millions of souls that were escaping hell. Eventually, the crystal would hit its limit and they would still be stuck in the same current situation. They had to do something about hell being open if only Belphegor would share his damn plan already. 

-

“I have an idea.” The demon announced as all eyes but two landed on him. Y/N and Dean looked at one another first. Their eyes silently asking each other if this was finally the moment the demon would spill the beans on how to close hell, that Jack insisted the monster knew.

“Do you know another spell?” It was Sam who asked first.

Belphegor awkwardly grinned, “Not exactly. You all, uh, probably won’t like it, which is why I haven’t brought it up till now. But you all seem like you’re in a reeeal pickle.”

After Belphegor had helped release Kevin from the barrier with the Winchesters and returned to the school, everyone had been non-stop researching a way to close hell again. Rowena had found one spell that would strengthen the existing barrier spell…temporarily again. However, the group had had enough of temporary solutions. And so, they continued to research till they found something more permanent, which was not going well at all. That is until the demon decided to finally speak up.

Y/N crossed her arms while sitting as she stared at the demon boy. “Well spill.”

Dean had stood up from where he sat and walked over, standing behind Y/N’s chair. The others gathered closer as well, surrounding Belphegor.

Belphegor let out a breath of air before smiling, “So you all know Lilith, right? The first demon created by Lucifer, blah, blah, blah, the last seal of the Apocalypse…”

“Get to the point, kid.” Dean ordered, very aware of who Lilith was as Sam narrowed his eyes at the mention of the white-eyed demon.

“Right. Well, as the first demon created, she was given a special item. Let’s call it a crook. Yeah, you know, one of those, uh, curvy ended canes that Shepards use? Little Bo Peep? It doesn’t matter. It’s actually more of a horn. Anyways, when Lilith began sending demons off to Earth to do her bidding, there was a liiii-ttle…” He enunciated, continuing, “….problem. I mean, yeah, she commanded absolute loyalty in Hell, but there was no guarantee that once her minions were topside, that they wouldn’t just take advantage of the situation. She needed to control her flock. So, the Crook was forged. It could retrieve all of Hell’s lost creatures and bring them…” He snapped his fingers. “…straight back home.”

“And why haven’t we heard about this before?” The angel asked, very skeptical about this idea. He wasn’t alone in feeling that way as it sounded too good to be true. If it were real, it was an item that would’ve been super helpful from the very beginning. 

The demon shrugged nonchalantly. “She never needed to use it. When she ruled, it was enough for us that we knew she could. And then when Crowley took over, he had other forms of discipline: endless lines, endless paperwork, etc…He also didn’t spend a whole lot of time down there – with us anyways.”

Now came the real question. “And where is it exactly?” Y/N asked raising a brow. She had a feeling of where it could be, seeing as no one, including Cas had heard about it before. The lack of knowledge about it only meant that it was kept away and most likely in the one place that no one would want to go too. Hell. 

Belphegor turned to face Y/N as he grinned. “Last I heard, it was in Lilith’s chamber, which has been sealed for ages. Now that all the doors of Hell are open, it’s probably just sitting there, ripe for the taking.” He began moving his head as if looking around at each person present in the room. “So the plan would be, I get the Crook, sound the Crook, and we suck all of Hell’s ghosts back into Hell. Then if the witch is feeling up to it, I slam the door shut behind them.” He turned to look at Rowena, as other eyes followed. 

“What is he talking about?” Sam asked, confused with everyone else about the last bit of the demon’s plan. 

The witch’s eyes widened as the demon’s attention fell on her, but she knew what he had been referring too. She’d never admit it, but the fact that this supposedly lower level demon knew of a spell that she had devised on her own was a bit frightening. Just who was Belphegor exactly? As all eyes were on her, she smiled awkwardly, “Well…there’s a spell I know of. One of my own devising. The Sanetur Acre Vulnus. A healing spell of a kind. If this gateway to Hell isn’t a gate at all, but a wound…” A realization that had hit her earlier after the Francis fiasco. “…or a rupture, I can use the spell to undo the damage Chuck did. Ideally, the hole will heal and close itself up. We’d have to time it perfectly.” The redhead looked down for a moment after speaking as if pondering over additional information to share. 

Y/N noticed Rowena’s look but decided she would ask about it later, as well as why the witch had been treating her a bit differently since arriving. The witch had been against the huntress helping out in what seemed like any dangerous situation. A hunter’s life was dangerous 24/7 and usually before, Rowena was glad to have the help of a female hunter rather than male the majority of the time.

As the group contemplated about this plan, there was an issue and possible chance to resolve one additional problem the older Winchester worried about. “Alright, there’s one thing that bugs me with your plan. Let’s say you go to hell, find the crook. How will we know when to start Rowena’s spell?” The older Winchester asked. 

The demon replied with an answer that was not really an answer. “Trust me, you’ll know.”  

If this Crook was real, then it was probably the best plan they had and all of them knew that. As Sam began to inquire about the ingredients Rowena would need for the healing spell, Dean leaned over to Y/N’s ear level. “I think this is our chance, sweetheart.” He whispered, already putting together a plan to keep the demon in hell once the plan went into motion. 

She looked up at the green-eyed hunter as she got out of her chair.  “You’re not going with him.” Y/N all but ordered. She had known Dean long enough to know what he was thinking. 

Before the older hunter could respond, his name was called out by the witch. Y/N and Dean turned to face Rowena. 

“Dean, my dear boy, we will need you to be by the rupture. You will be near the edge to serve as a fulcrum, or carrier.” The witch explained, which caused the older Winchester’s thoughts to change to this new task handed to him. 

“Why me? And where will you be?” Dean asked, staring back at the witch with a questionable look. 

“I will be somewhere safe to do the spell, but near the rupture as well. Dibs on Samuel as my assistant.” She shared.

Dean looked at his brother to confirm if Rowena was serious. Sam smiled awkwardly at him confirming. The older Winchester rolled his eyes, “And what exactly am I a carrier for?”

“Well, to put it in, uh, American action movie terms, you’ll be carrying a bomb, I light the fuse, then you toss it in and boom, the rupture should heal itself.” Rowena brought her hands in a circulation motion to act out the boom as she continued. “You’ll be unprotected. No salt circles and all manner of angry spirits will be right up your grill. But we all know you are more than capable of handling that all.” She smiled at the end. 

“And the angel comes with me.” Belphegor requested, grinning at everyone.

Castiel was taken back by this request as he glared at the demon boy. “Why?”

“I want protection. I’m sorry, but I’m not going down to Hell and getting past all those pissed off ghosts and demons that are maybe loitering down there, and sounding the Crook all by myself.” The demon fussed as Castiel rolled his eyes. The angel did not want to work at all with the demon that much was clear. 

And here was Y/N’s chance. “I’ll go.” She volunteered.

Dean’s initial instincts wanted to stop her, but before he could say something, Castiel beat him to it.

“Absolutely not, Y/N. You are not going into hell.” The angel insisted very firmly.

The older Winchester was surprised by Cas’s sudden disagreement. He had taken notice of the angel’s a bit more protective actions towards Y/N lately, as witnessed earlier when Cas teamed up with Rowena for Y/N to stay behind, which was odd to him. However, Dean also knew Y/N very well and had an idea of what she had planned in mind. She had volunteered herself the same way he had planned too before she had shut him down. Their shared idea to make sure that the demon stayed in hell once it was closed. Just like Jack had stated to her. And so, despite every fiber of him wanting to go against her and agree with Cas, he knew that if it wasn’t him going down with the demon boy, she’d be the next best choice to make sure that happened. 

It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes as she looked over at Belphegor, “You said you need protection. I’m the next best fighting machine after the Winchesters. Human fighting machine, of course.  So will I do?” 

The demon stayed silent as he considered her offer. From watching the demon in thought, Y/N couldn’t help but think he would refuse, until he didn’t. “Okay, that works too.”

Cas opened his mouth, about to dispute, but was interrupted. 

“She’s right. She’s the next best hunter after me. ” Dean added, showing that he was okay with this plan, for once. He looked at his brother as he shrugged and smiled. “Sorry Sam.”

Sam glared at his brother’s comment but also knew that it might’ve been true. Y/N was just as reckless, stubborn, and self-sacrificing as Dean. She also did end up almost breaking Dean’s nose when they had first met her way back in the day.

Turning back to look over at Castiel, Y/N couldn’t understand why the angel seemed to be so against her joining again. “Cas, if you have a problem with me going then you’ll just have to come along too.”

The look on the angel’s face was a mixture of disgust, disappointment, and defeat. Again, just like when she had asked him to tag along and part with Jack’s dead body to head to Harlan in the first place, Cas agreed to join her. “Well, it sounds like I don’t have a choice.” The angel couldn’t help but sarcastically comment.

“Go team.” Dean cheered in a fake tone. 

- 

With the Crook plan settled, the next step was to find a spot close enough to the rupture for Rowena to do her spell. As the group arrived back on the same grounds the majority of them once stood only a few days ago, it still surprised them to see the walking dead wandering around aimlessly. There had been some bodies that they had disassembled before that were now not moving. Of course, as the group got closer to the rupture, the amount of undead increased. Each of the wandering souls that had inhabited a dead body seemed to be in their own little world, which was good a thing in a way. The problem was that there were a lot of them and they didn’t want a repeat of last time. 

“So, see any spots to do this spell of yours?” Y/N asked walking beside the witch. They had managed to walk past the undead without creating another huge battle so far. There were some that brushed against them and then reacted by trying to attack them, to which they took out quickly. Instead of the dead body continuing to live, once it was disassembled the spirit seemed to have left and gone elsewhere leaving an empty dead corpse. 

Rowena stepped forward in front of the group as her eyes scanned the surroundings. It then landed on a crypt, very near the rupture. “Ah, that will do.” The witched pointed out. And of course, the crypt she pointed out was an area completely surrounded by the undead. 

“Great. Of course, it’s surrounded by them!” Dean complained.

Before another complaint could be thrown out, Belphegor made his way to the front of the group as he began mumbling words. It sounded like a spell. Within moments, there was a burst of energy that left the demon’s body as it enlarged and passed through all the undead. All the possessed dead corpse immediately fell to the ground. The demon brushed his hands together as if he had finished cleaning, which technically he kind of did. “That should take care of them for now. Let’s head to that crypt.” He pointed onward with a grin. 

Dean and Y/N looked over at each other as they mentally agreed that Belphegor had been holding back on them this whole time. 

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You are the firewall between light and darkness. (Happy birthday, Dean Winchester!)

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Guess who’s back, back again. Cass is back, tell a friend. 🎶

Alright y’all, I’m feeling soooo much better this week. In my last update I was sick af.

I think I have finally recovered. I have begun writing again (just started yesterday tho) so stories are a-coming!

The following are my story update goals (but may not be posted in the following order):

- You’re Not From This World Part 8 (Likely to be the final part 😱)

-Family Don’t End In Blood Part 8 (This series is basically a season 15 rewrite, Part 8 will currently be following along 15x03)

- New one shot/Short series

ALSO THE MIDSEASON FINALE OF SUPERNATURAL THO!

If any of y’all wanna chat about it, message me!

Thanks y’all!

-Cass

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HEY Y’ALL, so around thanksgiving was crazy busy. Traveling to see fam and what not. Then work deadlines before thanksgiving 💀

Anywhooo, after thanksgiving I caught a freaking flu allergy cold 🤒 that’s right, got fever one day, sneezing like I have allergies, congested as fck, so honestly Idk how I am able to type this all right now?

OH, that’s right, I’m cycling through like 4 different medicines, all for different things, that’s how.

Sooo I guess to conclude. I’m hoping next week I will be reborn from this sickness and be able to post things.

Sorry about being MIA but yeah

Thanks y’all for understanding!

-Cass

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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Seven)

Summary: The end is here…or is it? What’s the plan Jack?

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: some season 15 spoilers, language, happy dream

Word Count: 3400+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: This series will slightly follow season 15 as a baseline.

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

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Yours All Along

Summary: Dean goes MIA and takes off one day every year and doesn’t invite Y/N. During that one day, Y/N is asked to help hunt a Shtriga from Cas.

Warnings: KidBait, Language, Almost Dying, Fluff?  

Word Count: 5700+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: Not sure I liked how this turned out, but hopefully others will like it. Enjoy! Feedback is welcome! :)

“Y/N? Do you know where Dean is?” The younger Winchester asked as he stood by the door frame of Dean and Y/N’s shared room.

Without looking up from your laptop, you shook your head. “Nope.” You popped the p as you continued watching Bones. It had been that one day in the year again. The day Dean always left for the majority of the day to be with her. No, he wasn’t cheating on you. The woman in question had passed away long ago, according to Dean. His first love, even before Cassie. When asked, the older Winchester didn’t speak much of her and it was only this one day every year where he would take the time to think of her, for some odd reason. Otherwise, he never brought her up during the remaining 364 days of the year.

A part of you felt some slight jealousy towards this unknown woman that would take away your man for one day every year, but the first loves are always the hardest ones to forget, right? So you also couldn’t be too upset with Dean for taking this one day to himself.

You felt the bed dip near the edge as Sam had taken a seat while you laid on your stomach, watching the forensic tv show.

“You know you’d be his number one still, right? Even if she was still alive.” The younger Winchester commented, after realizing today was the day Dean grieved for this mystery woman he had never met either.

“Eh, I guess.” You replied with a none-caring attitude. You honestly didn’t want to talk about it, despite accepting what Dean chose to do during this one day.

Sam got the hint as he stood back up and made his way to leave the room. “Alright, I’ll be in the library if you need me, looking for cases.”

You nodded your head in acknowledgement. Pausing the TV show on your laptop, you rolled onto your back as you let out a sigh. As much as you thought you had accepted it, you just couldn’t help but wonder why Dean couldn’t include you in this day. If he was grieving once a year, even if it was for an old flame, you’d still like to be there for him. He always told you that you two were in this life together. He forgot to mention that it didn’t include this one day.

“Y/N.” A gruff voice spoke from your bedside.

Looking over, you pushed yourself up in a sitting position. “Cas? Didn’t Dean tell you to not show up in our room without some kind of warning first?”

“This is urgent.” The angel declared.

“Okay, well Dean isn’t here. But I can get Sam and we can help you?” You asked as you stood up from the bed walking over to grab your jacket hanging on the back of the door.

Castiel followed a couple of steps behind you. “I just need you.” He stated as he placed a hand on your shoulder after you had shrugged on your jacket.

Within a blink of an eye, you found yourself with the angel on an empty street road. “What the hell, Cas? I didn’t even get to grab any weapons. Bring me back!”

“I can’t. Not until you help me here.” The trench coat wearing angel shared as he seemed to be searching for something. It was a car.

Watching as Cas walked away and stopped by what looked like an abandoned 70s car, you made your way over to join him, “Alright, where is here first?”

The angel opened the door and motioned at the car. “Can you get this car started? It should still work.”

You rolled your eyes, disliking his lack of answers, but still answered him by beginning to work on getting the car started. “Cas, once I turn this car on, you better tell me where we are.” The engine revved in and out as you crossed certain wires till it finally turned on.

“It’s not a matter of where, but when.” Cas stated as he walked to the other side of the car and took a seat on the shotgun side.

You took his action as an implication that you would be the driver as you got in and then began driving off the side and back onto the road you had originally appeared on. “Alright, I’ll bite, when are we? And where am I driving too?”

“Just go straight and then take a right into the next group of houses.” The angel shared. “…And we’re in 1983.”

Your foot stomped hard on the brakes hearing the year. Cas had brought you back 36 years?! Stopped in the middle of the road, you looked over at the angel, almost glaring. “Why in the hell are we in 1983?!”

“I can’t tell you why, but I need you to protect a child. There will be severe consequences if the child dies.” The angel explained, yet left so much out still.

You sighed knowing that was probably all you were going to get.

“And I cannot tell you the child’s name right now.” The angel added.

You groaned as you lifted your foot off the brake and began driving again. “You’re lucky you’re one of the few people I trust Cas.”

The angel smiled at your comment as he sat in the passenger seat during the drive.

As both of you entered a street filled with houses, Cas pointed out to a white one to stop in front of.

“This is where the child lives.” Cas confirmed.

You couldn’t help but feel that you had seen the house before somewhere. “Alright, so what am I protecting this kid from?” You turned to the angel in a trench coat.

“A Shtriga.”

Your eyes widened. You’d read about them, heard about them from when Dean and Sam dealt with one, but you never actually hunted one before. “Okay, well if I remember, they can be killed by consecrated iron. So we’ll need to get our hands on some of that.”

“They’re in the back.”

You spun your head quickly as you saw a duffle bag in the back seat that had not been there before. “I’m feeling not very needed right now...” You rose a brow looking over at the angel.

“This is all I can help with. The Shtriga will come tonight. I must go now.” And then Cas disappeared.

If you could scream your heart out, you would’ve. Now, it seemed like it was time to think of a game plan. How were you going to kill this Shtriga? According to Sam and Dean, the monster’s most vulnerable moment to kill them was when they’re in the process of sucking the life out of a child. That would mean you’d need to wait for it to attack this child you were supposed to protect and then kill it before it killed the kid. Easier said than done.

Making your way back onto the road before turning into the row of houses, you parked the car off to the side again among some trees. You decided you’d walk by the house and scope the area out, as well as try scoping out the house too. After eyeing around for any signs of an audience, you made your way to the side of the white house as you began peeking in through the windows. From the window of what you assumed was the dining room, you spotted a little boy. He looked oddly familiar. Before you could think of why, that’s when you saw her.

Quickly ducking out of sight, you squatted below the window. “Mary?” You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself.

You had just seen the mother of the man you loved, which only meant that the little boy who had looked so oddly familiar was the man you would love in the future. Dean Winchester. The small feeling of familiarity with the house was starting to make sense. You’d seen a picture of Mary and John Winchester in front of the exact same house that you were currently snooping around now. As more connections were made in your mind, you came across the realization that Cas had sent you back to protect child Dean. This wouldn’t be weird at all.

After some moments of putting the pieces of this puzzle together, you decided to check on Mary and Dean again. Peeking through the window, you saw little Dean was by himself at the table now, eating. Mary was absent.

As you let out a breath of air, you felt the tip of a pistol press against your back. You gulped, raising your arms up.

“Who are you? And why are you spying into my house?” The female voice demanded to know.

You slowly turned around, with your arms still up, as your eyes landed on the rounded stomach. Mary Winchester was pregnant with Sam.

“I’m a hunter.” You blurted out, remembering that Dean had shared his mother was the side that came from the hunting side.

Mary eyed you for a moment, taking in your clothing. “You’re a hunter without any kind of weapon?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s in my car.”

She continued to eye you with the pistol still pointed at you. “Alright, how do you kill a vampire?”

Was she testing you if you were telling the truth about being a hunter? You answered her with a bit of sarcasm, “Not sunlight. You chop their heads off. But if you want to slow them down to do it, you inject them with dead man’s blood.”

The answer seemed to satisfy her as she lowered her pistol. “Mary Winchester. Retired hunter.”

“Y/N. Not retired hunter.” You smiled at her as you lowered your arms back down.

“Alright, Y/N. What are you hunting that brings you around here?” She asked as she put her pistol away.

“I’m hunting a Shtriga.”

“Hm, I don’t think I’ve heard of that one. You’ll have to tell me about it. How about you go grab your stuff from the car and then meet me inside my house? Then I can see how I can help.” Mary offered. “If there is something around here endangering my children, I’d like to help, despite being out of the life.” She shared as she rubbed her stomach.

You agreed to her offer as she left to return inside the house. You left to go get the duffel bag that Cas had magically brought to you. When you came back to the house with your bag, you knocked as the door was answered by a little boy.

You couldn’t help but stare at little Dean. He was pretty adorable. He called out to his mom that a pretty lady was at the door. You couldn’t help but blush a little as you smiled at him a bit awkwardly. Even little Dean had the same effect of making you blush, it seemed.

Mary came into view as Dean ran off into the house. She greeted you, “Y/N. Sorry about that. That’s Dean. I have a feeling he’s going to be giving me headaches when he grows up. He’s already such a lady’s man.” Mary chuckled as she gestured you inside.  

If only she knew how much of a lady’s man he truly turned out to be, at least till he met you. You only smiled at her comment.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. Can a pregnant woman really help me with the hunt?” Mary commented before continuing. “Luckily my husband is away so I won’t have to drag him into something like this again. But, I can help with research and places to go too to get certain items, if needed. Even though I got out of the life, I still planned out on how to obtain what I needed if I did have to deal with a monster.”

“Well, I already know how to kill it and I have the tools to do it too.” You shared as you set the duffel bag on the table and opened it, pulling a pistol out and then ammo. You held an ammo piece in your hand. “Consecrated iron bullets…” You assumed since it was Cas who brought it and it had the same color an iron bullet would have. “These will kill the Shtriga.”

Mary walked over and took the bullet in her own hand, analyzing it. She had a bad feeling she wouldn’t like the answer to the next question she was about to ask. “Alright, and what do Shtriga’s hunt exactly?”

You paused for a moment. You knew once you answered her that there was no going back. “Children.”

Mary’s eyes widened as her eyes landed on little Dean walking into the room with a fake flower. Little Dean walked up to you, holding out the flower with almost a shy smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile back as it reminded you of the beginning of your relationship with Dean. You had never seen him as nervous as he was when he confessed to having feelings for you. He had also brought you a bouquet of flowers back then. You gladly accepted the flower as a big smile grew on little Dean’s face as he ran away again, probably back to his room.

“So we just have to shoot the damn monster with these bullets to kill it?” Mary asked as Dean left.

You slightly smiled before sharing more about the Shtriga. You went on to explain how it liked to suck the life out of children and that it’s most vulnerable time to shoot it to kill it was when it was in the process of attacking its prey.

Mary sat down on one of the chairs at the table. She understood what this all meant, if her Dean was the next target, then she’d have to risk his life to kill this monster.  Of course, she had to confirm it out loud that her little boy was the next target as it only made sense after finding Y/N checking out her house earlier. And so she asked.

You couldn’t help but nod your head as a confirmation.

“Would you mind giving me a minute?” Mary asked as she swallowed all the information given to her and the danger that her first born would soon meet. “The house is open for you.”

“Of course.” You agreed as you walked away. You walked up the stairs as you searched for Dean’s room. Dean’s room would be the target location, so you’d need to scope it out to find a good spot to hide, if Mary would allow the plan to happen.

Finding little Dean in his room, he was playing with some little army men. You stood by the door frame with a smile. “Well aren’t those some cool army men.” You commented.

Little Dean looked up as he held two little green army men in each of his hands as he sat on the ground. He held one out for you.

You entered his room as you took a seat by him on the ground and took the little green army man that he was handing to you.

“That’s you and this is me.” He commented about the two army men toys.

“Oh, really? So are we fighting against each other?” You faced the army man you had in hand towards the one in Dean’s hand.

Little Dean frowned at you. “No. They’re fighting together.” He stated as he took the army man back into his hand and began having the two toys move along together.

A smile found its way on your lips as you couldn’t help but think how you two would definitely be fighting together in the future, when he was much older. You took the chance to look around his room, spotting the window where you assumed the Shtriga would come through and then found the closet that happened to be right across the window but facing the bed.

“Do you have someone like my mommy has my daddy?” Little Dean interrupted your thoughts of his room as he asked out of the blue while still playing with the green army men toys in his hand.

You looked at little Dean. “I do. He saves people just like your army men.”

Little Dean looked at you interested to hear more. “Is he like Batman?”

You let out a small laugh. Of course, little Dean would compare his future self to batman. “You could say that…”

“Does he take care of you? If he doesn’t, I can take care of you like I take care of my mommy when my daddy is away.” Little Dean shared.

You smiled at his comment, admiring how he already took it upon himself to take care of someone at his age already. It wasn’t that surprising. “Well, you don’t have to worry. He takes care of me, even if I may not agree with how sometimes.”

“Good!” Little Dean exclaimed as he spotted his mother at the entrance of his door.

You looked up as well as she was smiling down at the both of you.

“I see you’ve made a new friend with the pretty lady.” Mary winked at you.

You smiled awkwardly, knowing she was referring to you the same way Dean referred to you earlier.

“Mom….” Little Dean whined as you could see he felt a bit embarrassed about it now.

Mary laughed as she ordered him to go brush his teeth and wash up before bed time. When the little boy left, she turned to you as you stood up. “I don’t like it one bit, but I’m in and I’m helping one way or another. I’m guessing you have a plan at this point?”

You admired Mary’s willingness to help, but of course with her being pregnant with little Sammy, you couldn’t put her in harm’s way. And so you devised a plan where hopefully she wouldn’t need to be part of the action. “Yeah, I think I can hide in the closet and have a good vantage point from there. Then if you want, you can be by the door, just in case. Don’t worry Mary, I’m a good shot. I won’t miss, for Dean’s sake.” You tried reassuring her of the plan. She wasn’t the only one who was at risk of losing someone she cared for deeply.

Little Dean came running back into his room with a toothbrush in his mouth. He mumbled something as he handed you one of the green toy army men. You could barely make out what he said except two words: Keep it. And then he ran back towards the bathroom.

You looked at the little green army men and then placed it in your jacket pocket, it would have to be your good luck charm for what was about to go down tonight.

While little Dean was finishing getting ready for bed, Mary insisted you hide in the closet now and she would tell Dean you had left for the night. After grabbing your pistol filled with consecrated iron bullets, you went to the closet and sat on the ground inside it. Luckily, it wasn’t a solid closet door and you were able to see into the room.

Mary came back with Dean, placing him in his bed. Little Dean had asked about the pretty lady, you, as Mary shared you had left to go home already. There was a disappointed look on his face before he was tucked into bed. She kissed his forehead, lingering there a bit longer than usual. “I love you, sweetie. I won’t let anything happen to you.” She shared with her son who smiled as he closed his eyes.

Mary glanced over at the closet you were hiding in.

You opened the closet door slightly as you held out a thumbs up.

Mary then left, taking her place by her son’s door and her own pistol with the consecrated iron rounds.

And then you both waited for this Shtriga to come.

A little past midnight was when you started noticing a shadow from the window. It all happened very fast after that. As the Shtriga entered and hovered over little Dean, it opened its mouth and was about to begin to suck the life out of the child. On edge a bit, you opened the closet door and fired a shot too early. The Shtriga got hit but didn’t die as it hadn’t even been feeding yet. It used its inhuman speed as it went after you throwing you across the room.

Little Dean had woken up from the gunshot as Mary threw the bedroom door open. She ran straight to her son as the Shtriga turned towards her and little Dean. Mary shot her bullets at it without thinking as self-defense.

You found yourself forcing yourself to stand up after being thrown. “Hey ugly! Over here!” You yelled as you shot at the monster again to get its attention away from Mary and Dean. You gestured with your head for Mary to take Dean and get out of there. This time, the Shtriga slowly made its way over to you as you watched Mary escaping with Dean. When the monster began noticing the boy escaping, it was going to go after Mary and Dean when you shot another bullet at it again.

In anger, it bolted towards you, landing you onto the ground as it held you down. You had turned your head in the direction of Mary and Dean running towards the stairs to get out. Little Dean had looked at you scared, which almost mirrored his older versions look. You tried smiling at him to let him know everything was going to be okay before you left his view of sight as Mary took him running down the stairs.

Your pistol had been knocked out of reach as you turned to face the monster. As you looked at the monster, it opened its mouth, deciding that it would feed upon you now. This was it, you thought. You had failed to protect Dean. Feeling yourself being drained of energy, you barely registered the gunshot in your mind. The Shtriga fell on top of you, but you quickly felt its weight taken off of you. Looking up, you saw two figures above you. One held the gun that had been out of reach from you and the other was by your side. You could feel yourself regaining your energy back, but were still a bit incoherent.

“Is she going to be okay?” You heard Mary’s voice ask.

“Yes. She completed her task.” The very familiar angel’s voice spoke.

You felt two fingers press against your forehead as one word was said to you, Rest. And then you fell into a realm of darkness.

-

Waking up, you shot up in the bed you were laying on as you yelled, “The Shtriga!”

“Woah there, sweetheart. Take it easy.” A deep voice soothed you.

You turned to be met with emerald eyes. Dean Winchester.

“Did you just say Shtriga?” Dean questioned after taking a second to realize what you had yelled out. “Is that what Cas had you up against without us?!” His voice rose.

“Yes? But it’s dead?” You couldn’t help but answer in question form as you could tell Dean did not like hearing that you went against a Shtriga by yourself. To be fair, you had his mother’s help but were you allowed to share the time jump Cas had done to you?

“CAS! Get your ass down here now!” Dean yelled as Sam came running into the room with a sigh of relief as he spotted you.

Dean had got up from the chair he sat on beside your bed as he was yelling at Cas, who was probably avoiding to show up but heard him nonetheless. If you were in Cas’s shoes, you probably would’ve laid low and came later when Dean wasn’t upset anymore.

Sam sat at the edge of the bed you laid on as you asked him what you had missed. The younger Winchester explained that you were gone overnight. Dean had come home yesterday to find you nowhere in the bunker. After Sam helped his brother to search for you throughout the bunker, thinking you were pranking them till they realized you weren’t, they called for Cas. Cas had explained to them that you were busy with a hunt he asked for help on and that he couldn’t bring you back till you were finished. When asked about the hunt, the angel said he couldn’t share the details and then he left.

Dean had not taken Cas’s answers very well as he then began going through the steps of searching for someone with Sam’s help. To Dean’s misfortune, your cell phone was still at the bunker, so that idea of tracking you was out. As time went on without hearing a word from you or Cas, Dean began to think that you had left him.

At the moment Sam wanted to call it quits after spending all night awake with Dean searching for any sign of you, Cas had appeared carrying you, whom had been passed out. Dean then brought you to their shared room and stayed by your side till you woke up. The older Winchester only got a couple of hours of sleep as he kept waking up thinking you were gone again, only to see your sleeping form on the bed.

After it was clear that Cas was not showing up from Dean’s calls, you thought it would be best to speak up. Sam caught the hint that you were going to speak to Dean alone to calm him down as he left with a good luck smile.

You let out a breath of air as you called over to Dean. “Dean, stop. If he isn’t here now, he probably isn’t coming.”

The older Winchester looked over at you as if you were taking Cas’s side.

“Hey, don’t give me that look. I’m not siding with Cas. That guy almost brought me to help without any weapons.” And that was probably the wrong thing to say from the expression on Dean’s face.

Dean was beginning to boil in anger again. It was one thing for Cas to take you on a hunt and not tell him the details, it was worse if he took you on a hunt without some kind of weapon, especially against a Shtriga.

Trying to prevent Dean from fuming, you quickly added on, “I had what I needed though! Consecrated Iron bullets!”

The hunter let out a big breath of air aware you weren’t intentionally trying to upset him. He also knew you were right, Cas wasn’t showing up, which meant there'd be no yelling at the angel today. However, it wasn’t just Cas who took the blame for putting him through hell last night, Y/N played a part too. “If you are ever against a Shtriga again, I want you to call me. I don’t care how, but you find a way to reach me.”

If this had happened any other day, you would’ve found his statement to be almost heartwarming. He wanted you to rely on him and you wanted him to know that you did feel like you could. Unfortunately, there was still the fact of the one day of the year where Dean would go off and do who knows what grieving over his first love. That fact led you to respond not too nicely. “Unless it was yesterday, right?”

He was taken aback by your response, “What do you mean?”

You really tried not to sound bitter, but you couldn’t help it. “Dean. The same day every year since we’ve been together and even before we got together. Basically for as long as I’ve known you. You’ve always gone MIA on the one day, which was yesterday. I’ve tried calling you on this one day before which you ignored for a while or had your phone turned off, which then led to an argument where you ended up sharing with me about the day concerning an old flame. And since that time you’ve told me, I’ve respected your time and haven’t bother you...”

You could feel your insides getting warm, in not a good way. The years of holding in the jealousy and frustration of Dean keeping this one day away from you was finally being released. Maybe, you were about to be over dramatic. “But now you’re telling me to find a way to reach you? Even if I had a way to contact you back then, who knows if I’d actually been able to reach you yesterday?!” You got up off the bed, as you began shrugging off your jacket. You didn’t want to fight with him right now and sound like a jealous girlfriend of someone who was dead.

“I’m going to go shower and then maybe we can talk about what happened with the hunt Cas asked helped for.” As you dropped your jacket on the floor, an item stumbled out of your pocket towards Dean.

The older Winchester glanced down and saw something he thought he had lost long ago.

You had already left the room, headed to the bathroom when you realized you forgot a towel and new clothes. Knowing you’d have to go back and face Dean again, you swallowed your frustration and went back.

When you found yourself back at your shared room with Dean, the older Winchester had a small green item in his hand. Choosing to ignore him, you went straight for the dresser to grab your new clothing.

“Where did you get this?” He asked from the bedside where he was sitting.

Unable to grab any new clothes before his question, you turned around to face him with a questioning look. “Where did I get what?”

Dean stood up and walked over to you as he held the item that fell out of your jacket earlier in the palm of his hand. It was the little green army man that child Dean had given you. You had completely forgotten about it and were surprised that it hadn’t fallen out when the Shtriga was attacking you. Before you could even struggle to figure out what to tell Dean, he started speaking first.

“I gave this to a pretty lady when I was younger. She came to the house once and I think she was a friend of my moms.” He smiled gently as he recalled the memories, looking at the army man in his hand. “Something happened that night and I think someone broke in and was trying to kidnap me. But the pretty lady saved me and fought with the bad guy…”

Hearing Dean begin the story you had just lived through, you knew that Cas must’ve tweaked Mary and Dean’s memory from what really happened before he brought you back.

Dean continued, “I remember thinking how awesome she was and how strong and brave she was to be fighting this bad guy. But then she started losing and even though she was losing, she smiled at me. I never saw her after, so I assumed that she died that night but I know she saved my life that night…” He paused for a moment. “I gave this badass person one of my army men toys to be there for her when she needed someone…and maybe to remember me by.” He smiled at what he thought was a silly idea now. “I don’t know how you got this, but I made a promise to myself without realizing back then, I wanted to help save people from bad guys and make that badass person proud of me. She’s the one I take the day off for every year because I don’t want to ever forget why I do hunting. I do it to save people and people like her. I know you think she’s my first love and maybe she was. I only knew her that one day, but it only took that one day for her to have an impact on me. ” He finally looked at you. “Now that I think about it, you remind me of her. That’s probably why you seemed so familiar when we first met. But…” He paused again as if realizing something that had been in front of him all along. “…You are her? Cas sent you back to that time, didn’t he? You saved me?”

You were a bit speechless as Dean spoke. The pieces were all fitting together in your mind as he told the story and you had come across the same realization that if this woman that Dean couldn’t forget every year was you, then you had been jealous of yourself this whole time. And now, you felt really stupid.

While swallowing the idea you were jealous of yourself, Dean began to doubt himself. “Or you’re not? And I’m just hoping you two are one and the same. I mean with the way Cas wasn’t sharing the details and then this toy…I thought I’d never see again. Now that I found it again, it’s making that time I was a kid much clearer. I just thought maybe….”

“Dean.” You interrupted him. The incoming headache that would come from the thought that you were jealous of yourself this whole time was something you wanted to avoid for now. It didn’t matter what happened in the past. The time travel and headache of piecing the past and present together could be discussed later. For now, it was just good to know that you had been the woman Dean had thought about this whole time. “Just shut up and kiss your savior.” You smiled at him confirming his thoughts.

His smile grew big as he gladly went up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, he grinned. “Does this technically make you a cougar?”

You hit his chest playfully. “No! You’re still older than me!”

“Yeah, but you were older than me back then and had me infatuated with you before I actually knew you.” He argued.

“It doesn’t matter!” You retorted. As Dean went in for another kiss, you pulled away with a questioning look, “So does this mean I get you all of the 365 days now?”

Dean smiled as he leaned in for the awaited second kiss he’d been trying to get. “That’s a no-brainer. You already had me all those days. I’ve been yours all along.”

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Family Don’t End In Blood - Dealing with the aftermath of Jack’s “accident” and continued on. (Author’s Notes: This begins during episode 14x19 with the reader being a part of the Winchester’s life and with Dean. Then continues on to follow the episodes as they air, with some differences, as we enter the final season.)

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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Seven)

Summary: The end is here...or is it? What’s the plan Jack?

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: some season 15 spoilers, language, happy dream

Word Count: 3400+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: This series will slightly follow season 15 as a baseline.

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

It was the second day of the evacuation and the town’s people were already growing restless. Sam had lied his way into a leadership type position with the town’s people. The lie was the typical chemical leak and that no one besides those he worked with were allowed in the quarantine zones. Cas had done everything he could to avoid Belphegor, which led to the demon sticking with Dean. There seemed to be tension among the group again and Y/N had a feeling it still revolved around the deceased Nephilim.  

The school that was used as the evacuation site was pretty big. Y/N found a room with whiteboards to use as a sort of planning room. She began jotting down ideas. One idea was doing the trials again from the demon tablet to close the gates of hell for good. Another idea revolved around if there was any kind of weapon to kill Chuck and then maybe everything would undo itself? That idea was a bit far more complicated to tackle, seeing as killing the god could actually just end all of their existence. While brainstorming ideas to put the souls back in hell and close the opening created by Chuck, she was interrupted by a snicker. Turning around, she found herself faced with Jack’s body, Belphegor.

Not taking a moment to greet the demon, Y/N turned back to face the whiteboard she had been writing on. “I thought you were going off on a patrol walk with Dean.”

“He’s talking with some other hunters that just arrived. He’ll find me when he’s ready.” The demon commented as he walked in and took a seat at the desk in the classroom. “Not sure if doing the trials again from the demon tablet would work for this scenario.”

Y/N turned to face Belphegor questioning his comment, “And why not? You afraid we’d use you for the last trial, to cure a demon?”

“No. I’d make sure to make myself scarce before it came to that. But you don’t exactly have that much time to do all those trials.” Belphegor answered as he placed his footing on top of the desktop now.

“What do you mean we don’t have the time?” She asked as she walked over to him and then leaned her hands on the desk that he sat at. “There’s more that you’re not telling us, isn’t there?”

The demon smiled at her before speaking. “Now I never said the spell was permanent. Like all things, it has an expiration date.” Belphegor quickly got out of his seat as he saw the look on her face, a look that implied she wanted to beat the crap out of him.

She walked around the desk to get to him, but he had begun walking backwards towards the exit of the room with a stupid silly smile.

“Hey! You guys are the Winchesters! Well, not exactly you, but you might as well be with what’s coming.” He slightly began rambling as he stepped backward at the same pace that Y/N had been walking towards him. Not having a chance to question what he meant about what was coming, the demon continued rambling and making his way to the exit. “Come on, you guys save the world all the time from the stories I’ve heard and in pretty sticky situations too. This should be no different, except that you’re a bit limited on time before chaos ensues again.”

Y/N picked up her pace towards the demon boy before he was stopped in his tracks as he ran into another’s chest. It was Dean.

“Here you are.” The older Winchester confirmed as he looked between the two of you, noticing the look of almost murder you were throwing at the boy. “Am I interrupting something here? What did you do now?” He turned to Belphegor, already having him take the blame for whatever was getting you riled up.

The boy looked at Dean with a hesitated smile, shrugging as if playing off he was innocent.

“The spell he cast has an expiration date.” Y/N stated as she kept her eyes on the boy.

Dean rolled his eyes as he turned his attention towards the demon, standing beside Y/N now, “And when were you planning on telling us this information, exactly?”

“You guys never asked till she did right now, kinda..” Belphegor shrugged as Sam and Cas appeared by the doorway.

Sam saw the look on Y/N’s and Dean’s face. A shared look of frustration. “Uh, is everything okay here?” The younger Winchester asked, a bit hesitantly.

Dean walked out of the room, grabbing the boy by the sleeve as he dragged him along, “Y/N will tell you. We’re going on our patrol turn.”

Cas and Sam looked over at her. She looked up and took a deep breath. She and Dean had made up, or so she thought, but the fact that he kept leaving it to her to explain things was starting to annoy her. They were supposed to be a team, but it was definitely feeling one-sided right now. Getting it over with, Y/N shared with them about the spell’s short lifespan. Unfortunately, she was unable to get the information on how long before the spell stopped working. She could bet it probably wouldn’t last longer than a few days as that was how most spells worked out without getting re-juiced if it even could be continued.

Sam had shared that he had called Rowena yesterday and she would be here sometime today. He was hoping that maybe she would be able to help with keeping the spell going somehow. Spotting your ideas written on the whiteboard, Sam and Cas began brainstorming as well. Sam had a particularly interesting idea that he had shared with the group. It solved one issue temporarily but left another open. During the conversation, the topic took a hard left turn as it turned into talking about Belphegor using Jack’s body again. Castiel was clearly upset with it still. As much as Sam was against it too, he knew that right now Belphegor could be helpful. Later, the demon could be dealt with after the current crisis of the souls from hell on the loose.

Since they were on the topic of Jack’s body, Y/N thought it would be a good time to bring Castiel in the loop. She shared her brief encounter with Jack and what he had told her.

“Jack wanted this? For a demon to take over his body?” The angel asked confused, till he tried answering his own question. “I highly doubt that, Y/N.”

“Honestly, I don’t know, okay?” Y/N shrugged. “Like I said, the last thing I got from him was to find Belphegor. And we did. Well, he found us, but still.”

“I don’t understand how a demon can help us. They’re an abomination.” Cas stated firmly, clearly more upset.

Sam stepped in, adding to the conversation. “I don’t trust him either, but he’s helped so far with the spells he knows. And maybe Jack knew we needed that. We can always deal with Belphegor after. Y/N, next time you talk to Jack again, you need him to explain more.”

She huffed, “You think? If I had a way to contact him myself, I’d done it a long time ago to ask him about whatever plan he has.”

The taller Winchester sensed some frustration arising again from Y/N. He tried to prevent that frustration from getting worse by changing the topic. “Alright, good. Now back to the current matter at hand. How are we going to send all the souls from hell back, especially if the spell won’t last?”

“Must I always save the day?” A thickly accented voice spoke from the room entrance.

Everyone turned around to be faced with a red-headed witch. Rowena.

“You’re finally here.” Sam commented in relief.

“I was nearby and you sounded desperate, my boy. So I came as soon as I could after handling some personal business, of course.” Rowena smiled at the younger Winchester as she stepped up to the table, setting her large bag down.

“I hope there is a way to stop all of this in that bag of yours.” Y/N couldn’t help but comment.

The witch turned to look over at the huntress. Her eyes widened slightly for a very quick moment, noticing something, before quickly returning to normal as she smiled at Y/N. “Aye, I brought the ingredients the tall one asked for.”

It was such a quick facial expression that Y/N barely caught it, but she still did. With more important matters on the line, there was no time to ask Rowena about the look. Y/N then looked over at Sam. Based on his interesting idea earlier, it seemed he had decided to go with it from the start. “So, we’re going with the soul absorbing plan? And who will be the martyr this time?” She asked. Thankfully, Dean was not present as she knew he would jump in to play the part again. It was too soon for her to go through another Dean Winchester martyr arc.

“There shouldn’t need to be a martyr. The plan is to use a crystal instead.” Sam explained as he looked over at the witch. “I mean, you can do that, right?”

Rowena let out a sigh. “I suppose? I would need to create this crystal you speak of to hold a massive amount of power, but I can’t promise ye that it can contain them all. If all of hell is being released, that’s millions upon millions of souls.”

“It’s a good enough try for now till we think of something permanent.” Sam countered.

It was Y/N’s turn to sigh as she began walking to the room exit. “I saw a chemistry lab looking room while wandering around earlier, I’ll take Rowena there. She can probably use the flasks and other tools there.”

The red-head nodded with a smile as she left to follow Y/N.

-

At first, Y/N had planned to stay with Rowena and try to help her with Sam’s plan. However, once the witch was ready to begin mixing ingredients, she was shoved out of the room. Rowena had rambled on about the chemicals not being good for hunters or regular humans. It sounded like a big fat lie, but Y/N agreed to leave anyways.

Finding a couch in what was probably the teacher’s lounge room, Y/N decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a small quick nap. After all, she was oddly fatigued. The moment she laid on the couch and got comfortable, it wasn’t long till she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Laughter. Her dream was filled with laughter as she was at the table with Dean, Sam, and Cas back at the bunker. It reminded her of one of their rare nights off where they weren’t dealing with some kind of monster or problem. It was almost normal. Realizing that the drinks were getting low on the table, Y/N took it upon herself to get another round for everyone. As she made her way to the refrigerator, grabbing four new beers in her hands, a hand came out of blue grabbing one of the bottles. The hand placed the fourth beer back in the fridge.

“Nuh-uh. You know the rules.” The deep voice instructed.

She looked at the emerald eyes staring back at her, raising a brow. Before she could question him as to why she wasn’t allowed to drink beer, he grabbed the three beers in hand.

“I got it, sweetheart. Don’t work yourself too hard.” The older Winchester commented as he kissed her forehead and turned around to return back to the table of laughter.

“Y/N.” A voice from behind spoke.

Turning around, she was met with Jack, as she completely forgot her confused moment. “And where have you been? Hiding in your room? You should join the party.” She chuckled as she reopened the refrigerator to grab the boy a drink and one for herself, but she was stopped again as Jack spoke.

“Y/N. I’m not a part of your dream.” Jack stated.

The moment she closed the refrigerator, the scenery changed around her and Jack. It was the cemetery where Chuck had killed him.

“What the hell?” Had her dream just turned into a nightmare? Her mind began replaying Jack’s death as it eventually appeared before them on replay. “No, no, no! I don’t want to see this again.” She grabbed at her head, asking it all to stop.

Jack was still standing by her as he waved his hand in the air, causing the scene on replay to dissipate. He looked worriedly at her. “I made it go away. It’s gone.”

Looking up, she saw the scene of Jack’s death was indeed gone. “Jack?” She questioned.

“Yes, it’s me. Did you find Belphegor?” The Nephilim asked.

“Yes?” She answered as she tried to recollect her usual composure.

Jack smiled. “That’s good.”

Shaking her head as she tried to wrap it around what was happening right now, a chain of questions came to mind. “Wait a minute. Why did you send me to find him? You know he’s a demon, right?”

“Yes. I know.”

“Why did I have to find a demon? You know they can’t be trusted.”

Jack looked up, thinking, “I didn’t say trust him. I said to find him.”

“What’s the difference? You told me to find him so we can work with him right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The Nephilim’s short answers were starting to frustrate you. “You need to give me something more here, Jack.”

“He can help you close the opening but then you need to make sure he stays in hell after. He can be dangerous if let loose upon the world.” Jack stated.

Y/N opened her mouth about to ask more questions when she felt a slight shove on her arm. She looked at her arm as she felt another soft shove. “Are you doing this?” She asked Jack, referring to the feeling of feeling lightly shoved on the arm.

Jack shook his head. “They’re waking you up.”

“What?! Wait, but I still have more questions! Like-“ And then the shove felt stronger as Jack and the cemetery blurred out and was replaced with a pair of green eyes. She shook her head groaning, “Ugh, stop. I need more time.” Looking back at Jack, she blurted her question out quickly. “What is the plan to stop Chuck?!”

Jack only smiled as he waved. “It’s not time yet. Bye-Bye.”

Then Jack and the cemetery disappeared completely.

Y/N's eyes flew open as she stared up at a smiling older Winchester. “Hey sweetheart, sleep well?” Dean asked as he sat on the edge of the couch with the little amount of space left.

She got up in a sitting position on the couch. “I saw Jack.”

“Not sure if I should be concerned or not that you’re dreaming about the kid? As long as it wasn’t dirty?” He queried as his brows creased together.

She shook her head, “Ew, get your head out of the gutter. No, I didn’t dream of him. He came to me in my dream.”

“You do know that’s still technically dreaming of him, right?”

She groaned. “Can you stop, please? I’m saying Jack reached out to me again and I was able to ask some more questions.”

“Alright, what info did you get from him this time? Find another demon?” Dean asked a bit too sarcastically for her liking.

Rolling her eyes, she stood up from the couch. “I’m going to go find Sam and tell him since you don’t seem to be taking this seriously.” And then she began walking towards the room exit.

“Y/N, wait!” Dean got up as well, grabbing her by the arm. “I’m sorry. There’s just a lot going on right now. First Ketch shows up out of the blue, then we find out that Kevin was sent to hell instead and Sam’s ide-”

Y/N interrupted him as she turned her body to fully face him as Dean let go of her arm. “How long did I nap for?!”

The older Winchester avoided eye contact with her, “Overnight? You basically slept the rest of yesterday.”

She couldn’t help but think how in the hell did she sleep for that long but the time she shared with Jack in the dream seemed so short?

Dean continued speaking, “You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. At least not until now with the Soul Catcher ready. We have a plan…” The older Winchester guided Y/N back to the couch as they took a seat and he began explaining everything that happened. He started with his patrol run with Belphegor and how they both encountered two humans who had snuck out of the school and got themselves possessed by souls from hell, which led to Ketch appearing. Apparently, Ketch caught wind of the call for help among the hunter community and decided to drop by. Dean brought him back to the school where Sam explained the plan to collect the souls through a crystal that Rowena was working on.

While Rowena was still working on Sam’s plan, he and Ketch went on a patrol walk again where they encountered Kevin’s ghost learning he had been sent to hell by Chuck. That fact apparently made him a ‘bad boy in hell’. Kevin had shared that the souls were gathering and being led by Jack the Ripper as they planned to escape. The warding was beginning to fail and the spirits knew that. Dean then recruited Kevin to spy for them. Unfortunately, it seemed that Jack the Ripper caught Kevin and was now using him as a hostage. Jack the Ripper then requested for the Winchesters to meet with him and his gang of souls if they wanted to save Kevin’s soul. The one good news out of all of this was that Rowena finished the Soul Catcher as Dean liked to call it.

“That’s a lot. Did you even sleep?” Y/N asked as she locked eyes with the hunter.

“I did, for a couple of hours. When I first found you laying here, I decided to join you for a bit. Luckily you didn’t wake up when I moved you to lay on my lap.” Dean shared with a chuckle. “When you’re out, you’re out, sweetheart.”

Y/N frowned at his comment.

“So what did the kid say this time around?”

“Well, …it was about Belphegor again.” She shared as she lowered her voice a bit.

Dean’s eyebrow rose in interest, “Alright, what’s the deal? And you don’t have to worry about him hearing, he should be with Sam and Rowena.”

“Jack said the demon can help us close hell again, but we have to make sure that when we do, he’s down there too. He also said that Belphegor would be a problem if let loose.” She shared, still speaking low, just to be safe.

Dean went silent, in thought, as a conversation from earlier came to mind.

“Dean, what is it?”  

“It’s just…when we came back after Ketch showed up. He thought Belphegor was Jack at first, but when he found out who he really was, he shared that another demon had contracted him to kill Belphegor.  Something about the other demon stating how dangerous Belphegor can be. And now you’re basically saying Jack is saying the same thing…” He paused, in thought again.

It wasn’t just one person saying how dangerous Belpeghor could be, now it was another demon stating the same thing. Y/N couldn’t help but think why did Jack send her to find him in the first place if he could be so dangerous? Looking over at Dean analyzing the recent events and the words shared in his mind, she asked what Dean had been thinking too, “So do we take care of him now? You know the saying, ‘Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. And let’s not get past a third Fool Me time.”

“We let him live…for now. Once he shares whatever he knows about closing up hell, then we take care of him. And if we have to lock him back up in hell, then that works for me.” Dean confirmed. “Also, for now, let’s wait to tell Sam and Cas about Jack’s most recent visit with you. The less who know, the less likely it will reach Crowley Jr.” He concluded as he got up from the couch.

It was about that time where they should be headed out soon to rescue Kevin from Jack the Ripper. “Come on, we’ve got a prophet to save and souls to catch.”

As she got up to follow after Dean, Y/N couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about this Soul Catcher plan.

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@yetanotherreader Thank you sweetheart! Glad you liked it :)

One Hell Of A Dream

Summary: Dean ends up in a coma after a hunt gone wrong. Sam calls Y/N for help. Y/N and Dean were best friends till they had a falling out, but she may be his only hope.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, Not much Dean in the beginning

Word Count: 4900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

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@a-crowd-of-newsies aww thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

One Hell Of A Dream

Summary: Dean ends up in a coma after a hunt gone wrong. Sam calls Y/N for help. Y/N and Dean were best friends till they had a falling out, but she may be his only hope.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, Not much Dean in the beginning

Word Count: 4900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

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Hohoho 😈....episode 15x03 is gonna be fun to incorporate into Family Dont End In Blood series, definitely changing some stuff to my liking.

If any of y’all wanna chat about the most recent supernatural episode, hit me up! I’ve got a lot of mixed feelings about it 🙃

-Cass <3

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@larpandtherealgirl thanks sweetheart!

One Hell Of A Dream

Summary: Dean ends up in a coma after a hunt gone wrong. Sam calls Y/N for help. Y/N and Dean were best friends till they had a falling out, but she may be his only hope.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, Not much Dean in the beginning

Word Count: 4900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

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@my-mind-is-incognito Thank you! I only started writing it after I watched the episode of Bobby in a coma because of a guy that could control dreams. I think back in season 3? I was trying to binge through all 14 seasons before the season 15 premiere. Aha. Glad to hear this may have sparked ideas for ya! 😄

One Hell Of A Dream

Summary: Dean ends up in a coma after a hunt gone wrong. Sam calls Y/N for help. Y/N and Dean were best friends till they had a falling out, but she may be his only hope.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, Not much Dean in the beginning

Word Count: 4900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Keep reading

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One Hell Of A Dream

Summary: Dean ends up in a coma after a hunt gone wrong. Sam calls Y/N for help. Y/N and Dean were best friends till they had a falling out, but she may be his only hope.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, Not much Dean in the beginning

Word Count: 4900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

“What the fuck do you want?” You answered your phone after it had been ringing non-stop for the past hour, waking you up.

“Y/N? Finally, you pick up. It’s Sam. Sam Winchester.” The other voice on the line greeted.

You rubbed your eyes as you looked at the clock on the nightstand of the motel room that read 6:36 am. You had just finished up a ghost case in California and would be heading out for another case in Colorado after you got to sleep in. Unfortunately, it seemed that fate was not in your favor with this early morning call. “Sam? Why are you calling me so damn early in the morning?!”

“Early? It’s 8:36am where I’m at. And I know you usually don’t sleep past 8am. Where are you?” The younger Winchester asked.

“California.”

“Oh, so you’re two hours behind. Sorry about that.” He apologized as you imagined his embarrassed look from not considering that maybe you were in a different time zone.

You sat up on the motel bed, “Well, I’m awake now. Why are you calling?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. A pause that worried you as you waited. As you were about to repeat your question to Sam, he finally spoke. “It’s Dean.”

Now, it was your turn for silence on your end. The last time you had been in the same room as the older Winchester, you went from best friends to acquaintances all in one night. You had developed feelings for Dean over the years that you knew the Winchesters. Before the recent 6 months, you had been hunting with them. You and Dean got along really well, sharing the same interests. And then there was Sam, who was like a little brother to you as you were one year older than him.

Since that one night, you had walked out on them and resumed to hunt alone. You would text Sam at least once a month to let him know you were still alive, while also still confirming that the brothers were alive too, even if you were at odds with the older one. You knew eventually that you would cross paths with them again or that the destined phone call from Sam about Dean playing some kind of sacrificing martyr would come one day.

“Y/N? Are you still there?” Sam asked as you left him with silence. “Look, I know something big happened between you two that one night that caused you to leave. I never took sides, although I bet Dean had said something he regretted after. But I’m calling you now because I think you’re the only one that can help me.” His voice had lowered on his end, with a tone of desperation.

This was it, you thought. He was calling because Dean was about to do something stupid where he would sacrifice himself and Sam somehow thought you’d be the savior that Dean needed. You took a deep breath in and released it as you answered. “I’m still here. What happened, Sam?”

“Dean’s refusing to wake up. We were hunting a djinn and Dean played the bait. I was against it and of course, he didn’t listen and got himself captured. I killed the djinn and got to him and the others that were captured as well. I got them all out. Cas already healed him, but like I said before, he is refusing to wake up.” Sam explained.

“He must be having one hell of a dream then.” You commented without thinking. You didn’t mean to sound sarcastic, but anything related to Dean left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Sorry…” You apologized to Sam quickly after. In his explanation, you had heard almost a hint of defeat. The younger Winchester really feared that Dean preferred the dream world to the real world. In a way, this made you interested in this dream world Dean seemed to want to stay in. You couldn’t help but think that maybe it was filled with a ton of strippers or unlimited pie. You sighed in defeat as you knew you couldn’t say no to Sam. “Alright, where are you guys now?”

“We’re back at the bunker. Cas can come get you.” Sam answered with a sigh of relief. “We don’t know how long his body will want to stay alive if he isn’t even fighting to come back to the real world and…”

You interrupted Sam, “I get it. You need me there now. Sure, send the angel.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I owe you big. See you soon.” The younger Winchester said before hanging up.

The moment he hung up, Castiel appeared at your bedside. After quickly gathering your belongings, the angel in a trench coat brought you back in the bunker in a blink of an eye.

Immediately Sam went for a hug. “Thanks for coming…” He pulled away from the hug. “When we wake up my stubborn brother, you can leave if you’re not ready to face him yet. I’ll understand. But I think you being here will help a lot.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, which Sam caught and frowned. “Sorry.” You apologized again. “No offense, you’re brother hasn’t once reached out to me since I left. So let me be clear and say, I’m here to help you, not him.”

“Fair enough.” Sam sympathetically smiled.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked, getting straight to business.

Sam led you to the room him and Cas had placed Dean in as he explained they would be using African dream root to enter Dean’s dream with the help of Castiel. It sounded like a simple plan, but when was anything ever simple with the Winchesters?

While Sam prepared the African dream root for drinking, you waited in a chair that was next to Dean. You couldn’t help yourself as you took in the older Winchester’s features. For the six month that had passed since your fight, Dean had looked much more tired than from what you remembered, despite currently sleeping and dreaming.

“He’s missed you.” Castiel spoke up from behind you.

You turned to look back at the angel with a sad smile. “If he missed me, he would’ve came after me. It wasn’t like I was trying not to be found.”

Castiel took what would be Sam’s chair, as he sat next to you. “He’s regretted those words every day since you left and doesn’t believe he can be forgiven for them. That’s why he hasn’t gone after you.” The angel shared.

You looked back at Dean dreaming as you remembered the words he said to you that made you decide you would leave. “It’s your fault they’re dead! And eventually you’ll get Sammy and I killed too!”

Before you could think further back into that fateful night, Sam came walking in with two cups in his hands. He handed you one and then took the seat Cas had been on previously. Cas stood in front of the both of you. “I will link you both to Dean’s mind. However, it will be up to you two only to find him and get him to wake up. His mind has fought me when I tried to enter it alone earlier. I will be fighting it to keep the link so I can pull you out once he is ready to come back.”

You nodded your head as you brought the cup to your lips and took Sam’s hand in your other. Taking a look over at Sam, you noticed he was going for a cheer. You held the cup away from your mouth and in the air, “To sweet dreams.” You commented as Sam nodded his head with a chuckle, finding this type of sarcasm a bit more refreshing. Both of you drank all of the dream root and you were sad to say that it was still disgusting. Placing the empty cups on the floor, Castiel placed two fingers on your forehead and then two on Dean’s and then there was darkness.

-

You awoke to slight shaking. It was Sam. “Hey Y/N, you good?”

You stood up with the help of the younger Winchester as you took in your surroundings of nothing. Around you two was just darkness. “Is this Dean’s mind?” You asked aloud.

“Yeah. Think so.” Sam answered, looking around as well…for anything.

“It’s empty?” You asked the obvious question. “I don’t get it. Where is he? Is he not dreaming?”

“He doesn’t want to let us in.” Castiel appeared behind both you and Sam, causing you to jump a little. The angel continued, “I’m trying to find a way in, but he’s built strong walls to block outsiders. Perhaps you both can try calling out to him.”

“Dean! Come on! Let us in! It’s me, your brother. Y/N is here with me too!” Sam began yelling, taking Cas’s suggestion.

You, on the other hand, curled your hands into fists along your side. Of course, Dean Winchester would build up a literal dream wall to keep outsiders out. He was one stubborn asshole that you were beginning to get irritated with. First, he says the one thing he knows will hurt you the most that would cause you to leave. Second, he doesn’t come after you because he felt he didn’t deserve your forgiveness. Let’s be real, despite what he said, if he had come after you, you two would’ve probably been back to being best friends. And now, lastly, he was choosing a stupid dream over reality where he’d be abandoning his brother, Castiel and even you. He wasn’t just a stubborn asshole, he was also a…”SELFISH SON OF A BITCH!” You yelled aloud.

Sam and Cas looked over to you with wide eyes, surprised by your outburst.

You couldn’t help but continue to yell, “That’s right, you heard me Dean! You’re selfish for pushing me away with words you knew would work! You’re selfish for thinking you can’t receive forgiveness! You’re selfish for wanting to run away from the real world problems and stay in whatever stupid dream you���ve conjured up! Damn it, you better let us in! I still care for you, you selfish asshole!”

And then a light appeared ahead of you.

“That’s the opening. He’s letting you guys in. Go!” Castiel yelled as Sam ran past you before you followed after him.

When you had reached the light, you both were blinded before the scenery around you changed from complete nothing to a street with houses along each side.

“So is this the dream now?” You asked as you both began walking down the street.

“I would say so.” Sam answered, a bit weird out.

Well, this was just icing on the cake. As you looked at each house you both walked by, they all had a white picket fence. From the late-night talks you’d have with Dean before, you knew a part of him desired the apple pie life and the details of how it would look. You felt a stab at your heart. If this dream was his apple pie life, that would mean kids and being married to someone you always told yourself wouldn’t be you.

Sam broke your thoughts, “All of these houses look pretty much the same. I’m not sure how to tell which one Dean is in. Maybe if the Impala was parked in front of one, but none have it. This probably is another one of Dean’s way to hide himself in the dream.”

“I guess we treat it as a case? Pretend to be part of some neighborhood security and knock on each door?” You suggested as you both stopped walking.

“Alright, which one do we start with?” Sam asked, agreeing to your idea.

You looked around when you spotted a little boy staring at you and Sam. “Uh, Sam? Maybe let’s start there?”

Sam looked over at the boy staring at you both. He agreed the boy could be a starting point and began walking over to him.

As the both of you got closer, you both couldn’t help but feel a familiarity with the little boy.

“Hi there. We’re new to the neighborhood. Are your parents’ home?” You smiled, squatting to the boy’s height, asking politely.

The little boy shook his head, “No, but you’re pretty like my mommy.”

The compliment took you back a little as you thanked him.

Sam squatted down next to you, with a soft smile. “Are you home alone then?”

“No, my baby sister is inside. Mommy and Daddy had to leave fast to the hospital. I was told to wait for Uncle Moose.” The little blonde boy responded.

“Uncle Moose, huh?” You rose a brow as you looked at Sam eyeing him. You then turned to the little boy, “Would it be okay if we wait with you then till your Uncle Moose shows up?”

“Okay! I like you both! I want to show you my car collection! Come on!” The little boy yelled excitedly as he ran back into the house.

You and Sam stood back up and began walking towards the house. It was Sam who spoke first, “That’s definitely Dean’s kid.”

“Mmm.” That was all you could say. You’d finally be witnessing the apple pie life that Dean had wanted.

As you both entered the house, you both found the interior to be aesthetically decorated. You could see what Dean’s touch was, but everything else was most likely his wife’s idea. You couldn’t help but like his dream wife’s style. It was pretty similar to yours, honestly.

Before you had a chance to continue to explore, the little boy came back running to you with a toy car, an impala. “This one is my favorite! My daddy has a big one in the garage!” The little boy excitedly share.

You and Sam instantly looked at each other as it was pretty much confirmed to be Dean’s house. As you were about to reply to the little boy, a little girl appeared behind him, rubbing her eyes. “Jay…is mommy and daddy back?” And then the little girl looked up at you. The instant you both locked eyes, it was like looking into a mirror, if you were about 4 years old. The main difference was in the eye color, they were emerald.

Jay turned around to face his sister. “No Mary, but I met these people outside waiting for Uncle Moose. They said they’d wait with us.”

Immediately you and Sam looked at each other again. You could tell from his look that he was probably thinking the same thing. The little girl named Mary looked like a smaller version of you.

“I’m hungry.” Mary yawned.

The little boy Jay, went over to his baby sister, grabbing her hand. “Daddy said there are leftover mac and cheese. Come on.”

You and Sam followed the two kids as you watched the boy reheat and serve his sister the mac and cheese. You couldn’t help yourself but walk over, “Do you need help with anything, Jay?”

The little boy looked over at you with a smile. “I got it. Thank you. And only Mary calls me Jay. My name is John.”

The moment the little boy shared his name, the front door was heard opening as a familiar voice yelled out for John and Mary. It was Sam’s voice.

“Uncle Moose!” Both of the kids excitedly yelled as they ran towards their uncle.

You and Sam looked at each other, debating if you should show yourselves or get out of there. Before you could decide, John had been leading Uncle Moose to the kitchen, where you all had been at.

The moment Uncle Moose saw you two, he immediately pulled the kids behind him, telling John to call his father and take his sister upstairs. Uncle Moose was Sam, just as you both had thought.

“Who the hell are you two?!? Shapeshifters? I thought we got rid of you all.” Uncle Moose accused.

You and Sam both held your hands up in the air. “We’re not shapeshifters. We’re not any kind of monsters.” You tried explaining.

“Then get out of here. You don’t belong here.” The older- looking Sam ordered.

“No. We’re here to see Dean.” Sam counter-replied.

“Dean doesn’t want to see you two. He has me, his wife and his kids. He’s happy here.” The other Sam shared. “Don’t you want him to be happy?”

“Not like this. It isn’t real.” You joined in the conversation.

“It’s real enough.” The other Sam said before he waved his hand at you causing the both of you to fly out of the house and out on the streets.

You watched as the door to the house slammed shut. “Perfect. Another defense mechanism of Dean’s?”

“Yeah, probably.” Sam said as he got up. “At least Dean will come to us now.”

You looked over at Sam with a questioning look. “And why do you say that?”

“You heard the other Sam. He told little John to call his father and knowing Dean, he’ll head straight back here to check on his family.” Sam explained as he began looking around for a good stakeout spot to wait for his brother to come. “Till he comes, we hide and wait.” He began walking to one of the neighbor’s house.

You followed after him, “Are we breaking into one of the neighbor’s house?”

“Just the side backyard.” He said as he hopped the neighbor’s fence.

Hopping the fence too, you joined Sam on the other side. He nudged you and pointed to two very convenient peepholes through the fence.

“And now we wait.” Sam announced.

Sam was right. About 30 minutes later Dean had shown up driving a truck. He parked it on the driveway of his house as he ran out and into the house.

“Soooo, is that our queue to go?” You asked looking over at Sam.

Sam seemed to be thinking about something before he spoke. “You go.”

“What? What about you?” You questioned, not liking how this plan was starting at all.

“I can’t. I’m already there, technically.” Sam answered as if it was the obvious answer.

You gave the younger Winchester a look asking if he was serious right now.

“Y/N, I’m serious. You should go, if you need to, play along with it.” Sam suggested.

You rolled your eyes, you knew exactly what Sam was implying. After seeing those kids, especially the little girl by the name of Mary, the odds of you being their mother was really high. Yet, you were still denying that idea. “Sam, little John said his parents went to the hospital and then only Dean came back. I can’t show up out of the blue and pretend to be…well you know. For all we know, the version of me here could be dying or dead already. Their mom could be someone else!”

Now it was Sam’s turn to give you a look asking if you were serious. “Y/N, you think Dean would really dream of you dead or dying? Maybe in a nightmare, but this definitely doesn’t seem like that.”

You crossed your arms. “I don’t like this plan. I’m not going by myself. End of story.”

Sam let out a sigh, knowing once you made your mind up on something there wasn’t changing it. And so he began to think of another plan.

While looking back through the peephole, an idea hit you as you stared at the truck. You turned around to face Sam. “I have an idea.” You grinned.

-

“Scoot over.” Sam whispered as he tried readjusting his body around to face you.

“Quit moving so much, we’ll get caught if you don’t stop.” You argued back in a whisper.

Sam huffed as silent as he could, “I can’t believe I went along with this.”

“Yeah, well better than your plan.” You commented.

The two of you made your way to the trunk of the truck. Luckily, Dean had a tarp covering the trunk which gave you both perfect cover as long as Sam stopped wiggling around. Your plan was to wait till Dean left the house again, leaving him alone, and then at some point, you both would pop out. It was a work in progress plan, honestly.

“How long do we have to wait?” Sam asked, still wiggling to get comfortable.

“Sam, come on. Dean will probably check around the house, salt the perimeter around the house, and then head back to the hospital where his wife is to check on her and make sure us, the monsters, aren’t there after her.” You explained.

Before Sam could get another word out, he froze as he heard Dean’s voice along with his own talking.

“I’m heading back to the hospital to check on her, make sure those shapeshifters didn’t go there.” Dean spoke as he opened the door to his truck with the sounds of throwing a bag in.

You and Sam were facing each other while hiding. You smirked at Dean’s comment, proving your theory was right on the spot. Sam just rolled his eyes.

“Alright, I’ve got John and Mary taken care of. Keep me updated on Y/N’s condition too.” The other Sam, Uncle Moose, shared.

Your eyes grew wide as Sam had the smirk on his face this time. The younger Winchester mouthed ‘told you so’. If you could, you would’ve wiped that stupid smirk off of Sam’s face. You were still in denial as you thought maybe you just happened to be in the same hospital where Dean took his wife too. That’s all.  

“Got it. Call me if they come back.” Dean responded as he got into the truck.

You and Sam felt the truck turn on as you felt it begin to move. Now, you had to decide the best time to show yourselves.

Luckily the drive was windy, so you and Sam were able to talk quietly. You had come to the conclusion that it was best to get out once Dean stopped as you didn’t want him to get into an accident.

When the car came to a stop, you and Sam both heard Dean bolt out of the truck. You threw the tarp cover off of you as you sat up and watched Dean quickly make his way into the hospital. Sam sat up next to you. “I guess we go in the hospital now.” The long-haired Winchester commented.

As both of you got out of the truck and entered the hospital, Sam decided to ask for where the Winchesters were as he shared he was the brother in law. He technically was. Once he was told the room, you both made your way towards it. After arriving on the second floor where the room was located on, you pulled Sam off to the side. “We need a plan. You know Dean probably set a trap if we, the monsters, tried to go after his wife.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But that would only mean some kind of silver and we’re not shapeshifters, so it won’t hurt us.” Sam mentioned.

“That doesn’t mean he won’t attack first and ask questions later. And I’d rather not get a physical beating from him.” You looked up at Sam as he realized you were right about Dean.

“So what do we do?” Sam asked.

If you knew Dean like you thought you did, family was his weakness and there was currently only one family member in this hospital that counted. His wife. You let out a breath, knowing that you would sound crazy for even suggesting what you were thinking. “We use his wife against him.”

Sam frowned at the idea, but he knew you were right. Dean’s one weakness would always be his family. And if they wanted to avoid a confrontation and get to talk with him, threatening the life of one of his family members would be the way.

The plan would be for Sam to get Dean’s attention and away from his wife, then Y/N would sneak into the room and hold his wife hostage. Then Sam would need a way to get him back to the room, preferably not getting caught.

As the plan went into motion, Dean did end up following after Sam. Once he ran out of the room, you snuck your way into the room that held Mrs. Winchester. A part of you felt anxious as this was the moment you’d finally get to meet Dean’s dream wife.

Deep inside, you knew. Everything pointed to what you knew. You didn’t want to believe it though. As you stepped closer to the woman in question, your eyes widened, but not surprised. It was you. A more soccer mom looking you, but it was you nonetheless.

As you stepped closer to take a better look at yourself, you noticed all the wires connected to your vitals. The dream version of you was passed out and the scariest thing about your dream self’s appearance was that you had a breathing tube going into your mouth. Something had happened to this dream version of yourself. And here you thought this wasn’t supposed to be a nightmare?

Many questions flew into your mind. How did you two get together in this dream? Did you guys set aside hunting to raise a family? What was the wedding like?

Lost in questions, the bang of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts. It was Dean. He looked surprised at first till he remembered about the shapeshifters his dream brother told him about that came in contact with his dream kids…and now his dream wife.

You quickly took action as you made your way near the breathing tube’s computer. Your hand hovered over a big red button, which you assumed would turn off the breathing tube.

Dean kept his gun aimed at you, “Get away from her!”

“Dean, please don’t make me kill myself. I just need you to listen.” You pleaded as you brought your hand closer to the red button.

Dean's eyes widened as he glanced at his wife then back at you and where you stood, confirming that this red button was definitely important.

Sam appeared at the door as Dean turned to face the gun towards him.

“Hey! He’s not the one with his hand over the button to turn the machine keeping your wife alive.” You yelled at Dean.

Dean turned back to face you, the gun aiming at you now.

Sam had walked into the room and closed the door behind him. “We just want to talk Dean. That’s all.” The long-haired hunter shared with his hands in the air.

At first, Dean couldn’t decide who to point the gun at. As Sam stayed standing by the door unmoving, the older Winchester turned his attention to you. “Alright, talk. Just please, don’t press that button.” He said as he lowered his gun.

You looked over at Sam who nodded at you and then looked at the other you in the hospital bed, confirming what he had thought all along. You took your hand away from the red button but still stood by it. You had no intention of killing your dream self, but Dean didn’t know that.

“Dean, this isn’t real.” You started. “That’s not me. I’m me. And that’s the real Sam, not that other guy back at your non-existing house.”

Dean scoffed, “I know what’s real. And this is.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t you remember we were hunting a djinn?” Sam stepped in.

“I haven’t hunted anything in a long time until you two shapeshifters showed up impersonating my family.” Dean answered.

“This is a dream, Dean. You’re still under the djinn’s influence because you want to be.” Sam tried reasoning.  

As if remember something, Dean shook his head. “No, if we were hunting a djinn, then she wouldn’t be here.” He looked over at you. “I made sure of that before.” His eyes locked onto yours.

You could see regret in his eyes as you stared back at him. You didn’t know what to say because it was true. He knew what he said would cause you to leave and he had just confirmed his intention of that night.

“Y/N, say something.” Sam urged you to speak.

What would you even say? You knew Dean wouldn’t accept a silly answer that you came to help him, even with the idea of his brother pleading.

“See. She’s got nothing to say because she would never come back. Not after what I said.” Dean shook his head, looking down.

Sam had never wanted to pry, but maybe now was the time, “What did you say to her, Dean?”

“It was my fault they’re dead. And eventually I’ll get you two killed too.” You spoke softly. Those weren’t the exact words, but Sam got the idea of how they were thrown at her.

“Y/N, you know he didn’t mean it. He cares about you! Tell her, Dean!” Sam yelled at his brother.

Dean avoided looking at you as he didn’t answer Sam.

“It’s okay Sam. He was right. I got my family killed the night they died. If I hadn’t snuck out to meet with a stupid boy, they all could’ve been alive now. It was my fault the salt line got broken. And eventually I’ll mess up some salt line that’ll get you two killed too.” You shared as you looked over at your dream self.

Dean finally looked over at you, hearing you say out loud that you blamed yourself crushed him. He wanted to disagree with you, tell you he never meant any of it. It wasn’t your fault that your father had never explained the significance of a salt line back then. He knew your father was doing what his mother Mary wanted to do with them, keep you out of the hunting life. And that’s what he wanted for you too. He had been falling hard for you and he knew all good things eventually came to end and you’d somehow end up dead. So he did what he did best, push you away and make you leave them…him.

What you did next, after speaking, surprised both Dean and Sam. You had pressed the red button as the machine slowly started shutting down. “I won’t be the reason you die, Dean. Not this time.”

Dean ran over to your dream version. “No!” He yelled.

You continued your little speech, “If you want this life, then fight for it dammit. Don’t push me away. Yeah, your words hurt like hell because it was coming from someone I trusted to not turn their back on me and whom I cared for deeply, hell maybe even love. But I know that when my times comes, my family, specifically my father would kick my ass if I didn’t try to live my life, hunting or not.”

Dean managed to look over at you as the surroundings began shaking. His dream world was falling apart as the dream version of you was slowly dying.

Sam was shaking with the ground as he tried to keep himself steady.

“It’s true that I could be the reason that gets you killed, but it won’t be like this, as a stupid dream version. And I’d go into hell, heaven, purgatory and any other place to bring you back if I got you killed. So wake up Dean! I forgive you, you jerk!” You yelled at him as you felt tears run down your face.

Dean had made his way to you as he stood before you. “Y/N…” He called out.

You looked up, wiping the tears as you saw him smile before a white light consumed everything.

-

When you woke up, you found yourself back in the motel bed in California. You turned to look at the time that read 10:36am. You were confused as to how you got back here and what the hell happened. Your phone began to ring on the nightstand next to you. Grabbing it without looking at the caller ID, you placed the phone by your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N?…” The deep voice sighed in relief on the other end of the line.

“Dean? You’re awake! I don’t understand. How am I back in my motel room from this morning?” You asked very confusedly.

“I asked Cas to bring you back after, as a precaution. And to let you sleep a bit longer. Sammy told me he woke you up from your beauty sleep.” Dean answered as she sensed a small smile from his side.

“Thanks? So what kind of precaution were you taking exactly?” You questioned.

There was a small moment of silence before Dean answered you. “Just in case you were still upset with me.”

“Well tell that pretty blue-eyed angel to bring me back to the bunker. I think I’m owed a big thank you in person for saving your life.” You commented with a smile, implying that he had nothing to worry about.

Dean chuckled on the other end of the line, “One pretty blue-eyed angel on the way. I’ll see you in a bit.” And then he hung up.

Again, the moment the Winchester hung up, Castiel appeared in your room. You gathered your belongings again, which were still packed from this morning and then you were zapped back in the bunker. Dean and Sam were waiting for you in the library.

Sam was the first to make his way over to you, enveloping you into a big bear hug. “Thank you.” He murmured into your hair as he squeezed a bit tight. You returned the hug before pulling away and smiling at him. “I’ve always got your back, even if I may be mad at your stupid brother.” You grinned as he returned the smile.

“I’d say go easy on him, but most of the time, he needs that beat up to realize what he has.” Sam shared before he walked over to Cas, placing a hand on the angel’s shoulder. “We’ll be in the kitchen, figuring out dinner.” Cas had his usual confused look at what was happening but followed after Sam anyways.

Once the angel and younger Winchester left the room, you looked over at the trouble maker. “So...”

“Thank you.” Dean expressed as he looked at you. He rubbed the back of his neck as he prepared for what he would say next. “That night…I didn’t mean it.”

You stood in silence as you waited to see if he would say more.

“What happened to your family was not your fault. You didn’t know any better then. And I was an asshole for saying that to you after you trusted me by telling me what happened. I know their deaths carry a weight on your shoulders, but it’s good to know it’s not as heavy as I thought. And I would never blame you for mine or Sammy’s death. I already know that if you’re the reason we died, it’s because we were trying to save you and I could live with that. You’re important to both of us, to me. Anyway, I could go on forever explaining how what I said was wrong in every way and how sorry I am, but I’d rather get to the more important topic.” Dean took a step towards you.

“The more important topic?” You questioned as you watched him come closer.

He held his hand out and opened it, revealing a key. “Come back to the bunker. This has always been your home if you want it. I want my best friend back and Sam would love to have his research partner back. Let’s be honest, you’re better in that department than I am.” He gently smiled at you. He was anxious a bit waiting for your answer.

You took a moment to think about it. A part of you thought back to everything that happened in the dream world, what Cas has shared with you beforehand, and how deep down, you missed this place, the brothers, and especially a place you could call home. You were about to reach out and take the key from his hand but paused for a moment. The memory of Dean’s wife in the dream making you a bit more interested in another topic between the two of you. “You only want a best friend back? Nothing more?” You asked with mischievous smile.

Dean returned the smile, “Yeah, let’s start with best friends first and then we’ll make our way to being Mr. and Mrs. Winchester. I’d like to take you out on an actual date first and spoil you to make up for hurting you.”

You smiled genuinely at him, shaking your head at his confidence. You didn’t haven’t anything against what he said though. “Alright, I can deal with that…for now.” And then you picked up the key from his hand.

“Really? Only back to best friend’s status?” A familiar long-haired Winchester’s voice interrupted. Two faces popped up from around the hallway corner. “At this rate, I’ll get married to her first. And I don’t mind that at all.” Sam joked as Dean had turned his attention to his brother and then started walking after him saying there was no way that was happening because you were his girl. As Dean left to playfully chase after Sam to make him take back what he said, Castiel came by your side.

“Welcome back, Y/N.” The angel greeted with a smile, knowing that the atmosphere around the bunker would be improving now.

You chuckled as you could hear Dean and Sam yelling at each other in the hallway like kids. “Thanks. I’m glad to be back. I’ll tell ya, that was one hell of a dream.”

Author’s Note: Hope y’all enjoyed reading! Feedback welcome! <3

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I don’t know why it won’t show up in the tag, but anyways, hopefully, this will!

Family Don’t End In Blood has been updated with a new chapter!!! 

Catch up! ---> Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six (New!) 

Currently finishing up a one-shot, which may turn into a two-parter since its already over 5000+ words.

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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Six)

Summary: The end is here...or is it?

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: some season 15 spoilers, language

Word Count: 5200+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: This series will slightly follow season 15 as a baseline.

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Jack.

Y/N’s hunter instincts immediately went into action as she grabbed the silver knife she regularly held in the inside of her boot. Luckily most monsters had some kind of affliction with silver if this Jack was a monster. Holding the pointed end towards the intruder, her eyes wandered from Jack’s dead body to this new Jack before her. “Who the hell are you? How did you get in here? And change your damn face!”

The new Jack tilted his head. “Is something wrong with my face?”

 “I’m serious. Change it. This isn’t funny.” Y/N held her gaze at the intruder.

“But I cannot. This is my face.” Jack stated.

Y/N had heard enough of whatever game this monster was playing as she lunged forward, only to find herself going through the boy as he disappeared and then reappeared behind her. She turned around and stared at him in disbelief. “J-Jack? You’re a ghost?”

“Hm, I suppose I am now.” Jack articulated the idea.

Of course, he was a ghost. It would make sense. They hadn’t given him a proper hunter’s funeral yet and he must’ve been still tied to his human body. Putting away her knife, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had been around this whole time.

As if he had read her thoughts, Jack continued talking, “I’ve been in the empty. I don’t quite understand how I got back here, but if I get to see you, then I’m okay with it.” The boy smiled at her.

At that moment, Y/N had wished more than anything that she could hug him. Hell, she was sure the boys would’ve wanted too also. The boys… Her mind wandered to the Winchester brothers and the angel. Everyone had shared the same guilt that somehow Jack had died because of them. “I should get the others. They’d want to see you too and know that you’re okay...kind of?”

“I can’t stay long.” Jack quickly spoke up as she was about to head to the hallway.

Stopping in her tracks, she looked at the boy questioningly. “Why not? Is something after you? A reaper?”

“No, I already met one. She was nice. I’m here to tell you I know how to stop God.” Jack shared as he began to flicker out. “Find Belphegor.” He managed to let out before he vanished completely.

Y/N had reached out to him as he began flickering and when he vanished completely, she yelled out his name. “Jack? Jack! Wait! Where did you go? Jack!” When he didn’t reappear, she looked down at the ground as her hands fisted by her side. She’d find this Belphegor that Jack mentioned and bring down Chuck once and for all.

A few seconds later, a deep voice by the door interrupted with a knock. “Y/N?”

The huntress turned around to find the older Winchester entering the room as he glanced over at the kid’s body. As she was about to share what had just happened to her, Dean spoke first after taking a deep breathe in.

“I’ll keep saying this for as long as I live. I’m sorry.” Dean walked towards her as he stopped in front. “I hate this. Whatever it is going on between us right now.”

It looked like the talk was finally happening. Perhaps it was for the best, she’d need him to help her take down Chuck and find this Belphegor. The two always worked better together than against each other. After what had happened recently, that was proof enough. And a part of her missed him, even during the times that they were on different sides. Reaching out for his hand, she looked down at them. “I do too…”

 Dean continued the speech he had been mentally preparing for after his talk with his brother. “I was being stupid before. You’ve always been the one there for me, whether I asked for it or not. I should’ve stopped and questioned myself the moment you drove off. I should’ve gone after you too. I was just so blinded by my mother’s death and wanted something to blame, something I could kill…and it turned into someone we all cared for. And now, even he’s dead…because of me.” He glanced over at Jack’s body as her eyes followed his.

She squeezed his hands, “Dean, it’s not your fault. We were all just pawns on Chuck’s chessboard to help him get what he wanted. And sadly, he did. He got exactly what he wanted. Not in the way he wanted and that’s what matters. You didn’t pull the trigger. You realized, even at the last second, that what you were doing was wrong. And it was at that moment where I had forgiven you for all of it.”

The green-eyed hunter found himself finally making eye contact with her. “How? I still got Jack killed. If it wasn’t for me, Chuck wouldn’t have had the chance to get to him.”

She sympathetically smiled at him as she placed one of her hands on his cheek. “Chuck always knew where he was. He’s god after all. Dean, we all blame ourselves in some way for Jack’s death. I could’ve tried better to stop you, instead of walking away as I did. We’ve all made mistakes that led to what had happened.” She could feel her eyes begin to grow watery again, but she fought against it as best as she could. “But no matter what happened, I would always be there for you Dean. I need you, even if you’re being a stubborn jerk.” A chuckle escaped her lips in a small attempt to change the mood, to avoid crying anymore.

His fingers found the skin under her eyes as he wiped away a stray tear. Dean’s hand slid down under her chin as he tilted it up slightly and leaned forward pressing his lips to hers gently. After everything that had happened, this kiss seemed to wash their differences away. She returned the kiss till he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. “I need you too. More than you know.” For what seemed like a long time, the two stood in silence, their foreheads against one another as they felt themselves reconnecting.

A clear of the throat interrupted the moment, “Glad to see you two finally worked things out.” Sam entered the room with a smile, holding his laptop in one hand. Castiel had followed behind him.

“We have a problem.” Sam shared with a frown. “So get this, at first all the spirits from hell seemed to have been rising everywhere in the world, but now they all seem to be gathered in one area. Also the broken body parts you boxed up earlier that tagged along with you all, it stopped moving. It’s almost like the spirit is no longer in it.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked as he stood away from you, near his brother.

“Nothing good.” Cas answered as his eyes couldn’t seem to tear away from Jack’s body since entering the room.

“Where is this place that they’ve gathered?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask.

Sam chuckled as he turned his laptop to show his brother and Y/N. “Harlan, Kansas.”

“I sensed a collection of energy there.” Cas added in.

“Isn’t that near where we were before? The cemetery?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, it’s not too far. I’m with Cas, if they’re gathering in one place, that’s never a good thing.” The younger Winchester shut his laptop as he too glanced over at Jack’s body. “We should probably…”

“No.” The angel spoke quickly.

Y/N could see the pain and guilt on Castiel’s face still. He wasn’t ready to accept Jack’s death. Even though she wasn’t ready either, she knew Sam only wanted to give Jack the same respect all hunter’s got when they passed away. However, it may have still been a bit too soon for everyone to get their heads wrapped around the idea of burning his body. “We should probably head to Harlan ASAP. I agree that the undead being in one place sounds like trouble. We need to figure out what’s going on and try to stop it before it happens if we can.” Y/N suggested to everyone, changing the topic back to the possible immediate danger at hand.

“I can roll with that plan. We leave in 20!” Dean announced as he went off to prepare his belongings for the trip. Sam also agreed, leaving after his brother.

Castiel finally tore his eyes away from Jack’s form and looked over at Y/N. “Thank you.”

She smiled back as she headed off to prepare her things as well, completely forgetting her brief conversation with the ghostly form of Jack.

- - -

Arriving in the town of Harlan Kansas, it looked to be just another normal day. Families and pedestrians were walking along the sidewalk, window shopping by the small-town stores. Some were really shopping as they held bags of purchased materials. The place was far from what they all were expecting with a town that had the undead gathering in it.

“Huh.” Sam looked around, confused in the front seat.

Y/N shared the same expression in the back, as Dean caught both of the looks. “Alright, what’s wrong with you two?” The older Winchester asked.

“Well, you’d think if spirits or the undead from hell were all gathered in one place, there would be…I don’t know, chaos?” Y/N shared her thoughts.

Sam chimed in, “Definitely shouldn’t be this calm.”

Dean looked around at the town as they drove through. It hit him that his brother and Y/N had made a good point. In a way, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this once, they were being given a break. Hopeful thinking, of course. Parking off to the side, the older Winchester was about to ask what would their plan be when the younger one stepped out of the car. With curious eyes in the Impala, everyone left watched as Sam shrugged on an FBI button-up and headed straight to the town’s sheriff who had been standing not too far ahead of them. Castiel, who seemed to have realized Sam’s plan, followed behind him as they both began interacting with the sheriff.

“Guess we’re going with that plan.” Dean commented as he threw on the same FBI button up and then threw the one for Y/N in the back.

Y/N put the smaller sized button-up on as well. She and Dean could faintly make out what Sam and Cas were talking to the sheriff about. The keyword they both heard being ‘evacuation’.  

Leaning forward against the front seats on the impala, Y/N had her eyes on the trench coat wearing angel, “Do you think bringing Cas was a good idea?”

Before they had left, Castiel was set on staying. He did not want to leave Jack’s body at all. Dean and Sam insisted that since what was happening may have been Chuck’s doing again, they’d need him. It wasn’t until Y/N asked kindly that the angel conceded without a fuss. A bit odd, but as long as it worked.

A breath of air was released as Dean answered, “He can’t stay with the kid’s body forever. He needs space to accept what happened. We all do.”

She leaned back on the backseat, knowing Dean was right this once. One of the back doors of the impala opened. Expecting Cas, Y/N was met with a young man, probably in his early 20s, wearing sunglasses. She looked at the boy confused.

“I think you have the wrong car, kid.” Dean stated as he looked back at the new kid.

The kid in question smiled. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m in the right car. Chevy Impala 1967.”

Y/N looked over at Dean raising a brow and giving him the look asking if this boy could be a possible danger.

Dean sighed, “Hey kid, you’re right about the car but I know for a fact you’re not supposed to be here. You don’t know us. So hit the road.”

“You’re Dean and Y/N, right?” The boy asked. “You both are much better looking than the stories describe. Actually, everyone in this time is much better looking. I’ll tell ya when I was alive way back in the day, everyone was pretty ugly with humps and then we’d be praying to this rock that looked like a giant pe-”

The click of a gun shut the young man up as Dean had it pointed at him. It was hidden strategically under his arm to cover it from pedestrians walking by. Y/N had reached for her silver knife in her boot while the boy in question talked. She held it near the seat but pointing in the direction of the stranger as well.

“Who the hell are you? And how do you know who we are?” Dean asked with a serious tone.

The boy held his hands up. “Woah, Woah. I’m on your guy’s side. I even brought all those souls that escaped from hell here and I was waiting for you guys to show up.”

“Why?” Y/N questioned.

The boy sighed, with his hands still in the air. “A peace offering so you wouldn’t kill me on the spot?”

She brought the knife closer to his side, “Why would we kill you on the spot?”

The boy started to move his hands towards his sunglasses but Dean shook his head telling the boy to think again before moving.

“Alright, if you won’t let me show you, I’ll have to tell you. BUT you have to promise to hear me out first before either shooting or stabbing me please.” The boy pleaded, looking between Y/N and Dean.

The two hunters looked at each other and mentally agreed to it.

“Okay, start talking kid.” Dean demanded, the gun still pointed at the boy.

“The names Belphegor. I’m a demon, not any important demon. I worked in hell as a torturer. I quite liked my job down there and to put it simply, I’d like that job back, along with the souls I’m ordered to torment.” The boy explained.

The moment Y/N heard his name, she remembered her small conversation with Jack. Jack had told her to look for him and here he was served right to her. But why would Jack send her to go after a demon?

Dean, of course, had a hard time believing the kid. “Get out.” He ordered. “We don’t need a Crowley Jr. We don’t need any demons help.”

“But I can help you guys!” The boy responded. “The spell I used before only temporarily gathered all of hell’s souls here, but I know another spell that can keep them here till you guys do what you do and figure out a way to get all of us back into hell.”

“No, get out!” Dean raised his voice.

Belphegor sighed as he shook his head. He knew this would be a hard task to work with the infamous Winchesters, but he thought maybe Sam would be more reasonable and decided he would be his next stop.

“Wait!” Y/N yelled as the boy was about to get out of the car. If Jack told her to find this demon boy, who was offering to help them, then she’d take it even if the boys wouldn’t agree.

“Y/N….” Dean gave her a stern look, questioning why she stopped the boy from leaving.

“Dean…” Her eyes met with his. She’d have to find time to tell him and the others later that she saw Jack and that he told her to search for this demon. For now, she’d need to find another way to get Dean to agree to work with this demon. “Let’s give this boy a chance. He has more of a plan than any of us at the moment. We honestly don’t know what the hell we are going to do and we have no idea what is happening. The only thing he has confirmed so far for us is that there isn’t something bigger going on here to have all the souls, or spirits, or whatever from hell to be gathered here. They were brought here against their will, thanks to his spell. And if we can keep them from spreading throughout the world and keep the fight local, I think we should consider helping him with this other spell he has in mind. You don’t have to trust him. I’ll keep an eye on him. But trust me.”

The older Winchester was internally fighting himself. He didn’t want to work with a demon, but he also didn’t want to go against Y/N again. He hesitated in answering till he huffed in defeat, “Fine. You’re explaining this to Sam and Cas.” He rolled his eyes at his turned his back to them.

The boy smiled at Y/N as she returned it with an awkward one. She was hoping that she was making the right choice or that Jack knew what he was doing when he told her to find Belphegor.

When Sam and Cas came back and found an extra body in Baby, Y/N introduced Belphegor. She began explaining what the demon had shared with her and Dean earlier. Sam and Cas were adamant, but Sam seemed a bit more lenient out of all the boys. The younger Winchester then shared that it was a good thing he and Cas told the Sheriff to evacuate the town. Sam asked Belphagor about the spell that would keep the souls in one spot. The demon summarized it as one big mile-wide circle of salt that would include the cemetery where any more souls escaping hell would be trapped as well. The keyword to hurting these souls from hell seemed to be salt, the ultimate weapon against any supernatural creature.

It was decided that Castiel and Sam would go door to door to help the townspeople evacuate and to also check for any signs of the undead or souls appearing. Dean and Y/N would help Belphegor gather the ingredients needed for this big salt circle spell. It was a pretty convenient spell with only two ingredients needed: a big bag of salt and unfortunately, a human heart.

Dean pulled Y/N aside, while Belphegor stood by the impala. “Where the hell are we going to get a human heart?”

“A morgue?” She shrugged.

Dean eyed her as he already had that idea in mind, it was the ingredient itself that he had an issue with. “I mean, why does he need a human heart?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, Dean. This is the first I’ve heard of the spell and we don’t exactly have time to research if it’s legit. How about giving Rowena a call? In the meantime, I can go to the morgue and see if there’s a heart around. You get the salt.”

When she turned around, she found the boy on the ground. She quickly ran over and kneeled as the boy began stirring awake again. Dean was right behind her. “Belphegor?” Y/N called out.

The boy took the sunglasses off and looked up at Y/N, very confused. “Who is that? Who are you?!” The kid got up, clearly shaken and then ran off.

Dean groaned aloud, “Great! See! This is why I knew we shouldn’t work with a damn demon!”

“Hello!” Another voice spoke from behind, a familiar voice.

Y/N and Dean turned to look behind them as Y/N stood back up. “Jack?” The older Winchester questioned. The two both immediately noticed the lack of eyes on Jack, which caused Y/N to stop herself from running towards the boy.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I know you guys aren’t pro-possession and figured I’d ditch that old body and inhabit a dead one. This was the closest one I could find.” The kid shared.

“Belphegor?” The huntress asked.

The kid walked forward towards the sunglasses that were left behind as he picked it up and placed them on. “Much better. Blending.” He semi-posed then faced Y/N and Dean. “Anyways, back to the bag of salt and human heart that we need. We getting them or not?”

Y/N was speechless. A part of her was upset for the demon using Jack’s body, but another part of her thought maybe this was Jack’s doing. Unfortunately, the former was a stronger feeling. It was too soon for her. She grabbed the jacket Jack last wore by the collar as she pushed the demon against the impala. “GET THE HELL OUT OF HIM!” She screamed.

Luckily this portion of the town had been the first to evacuate, otherwise, this would have been quite a scene for the norm. Dean reacted fast the moment he saw her move. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away and turned her around to face him. “Hey, calm down.” She struggled against his hold to get loose when she didn’t even realize her eyes were beginning to water. Dean noticed as he pulled her into an embrace. “Hey! Listen to me. You need to calm down, we have a job to do right now.”

“No! I can’t! I won’t!” Y/N mumbled against his chest. “I don’t care if this is a part of his plan. I don’t care that he told me to find him.”

Dean heard every word that she spoke, which brought him confusion. He placed his hands on her arms and pulled her a bit away from him to look at her. “What are you talking about, Y/N? Who told you to find who? Talk to me, sweetheart.”

She looked up at him as she wiped her eyes. “Jack. I saw him back at the bunker before we had our talk. He told me to look for him.” Her eyes darted over at Belphegor. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you till now. I swear I was going to tell you after we got the spell done. I was going to tell all of you.”

Dean didn’t feel betrayed as he usually would have after having information withheld from him. A part of him understood that a lot was going on still and it was still a fresh cut for Y/N. He took a deep breath in and out, as he pushed down his need to question the hell out of her at the moment. “It’s okay. Tell me later after the spell is done as you planned. I’ll stick with the kid and you go look for a heart at the town morgue.”

Y/N nodded her head as she adjusted herself to calm down. She glanced at Belphegor in Jack’s body, who smiled at her as she headed out to do the task at hand with a salt gun.

- - -

Before reaching the morgue, of course, Y/N ran into some trouble as she witnessed the death of the town sheriff. The culprit was a woman dressed in white. “Let me take a wild guess here, the woman in white who haunts highways? Or at least some version of the multiple stories that are around?” The huntress asked sarcastically as she pointed her salt gun at the woman.

The woman in white smiled as she flickered before Y/N. “You share the same smell as the ones that brought me home.”

“Uh, thanks? Now, bye.” Y/N shared as she shot her salt gun, causing the woman in white to disappear. She went to the sheriff as she double-checked for a pulse, hoping he would still be alive somehow. The moment it was confirmed that the sheriff was dead, the woman in white reappeared and threw Y/N against the dumpster nearby.

The shot and ruckus were heard by Dean and Belphegor, as they came running into action. Dean immediately went to Y/N, dropping the bag of salt by the sheriff’s body. “You okay?”

Y/N nodded her head as she was helped up.

“We have the last ingredient now.” Belphegor stated holding the sheriff’s bloody heart, smiling. The woman in white re-appeared by the demon in Jack’s body. “Oh no. Bad Ghost. Bad.” The demon called out at the soul as he placed his hands in front as a poor way to stop her advance, which obviously wouldn’t work.

The woman just stood there staring at the demon when Dean shot her from behind. “Do the spell!” Dean yelled as he stood alert waiting for the woman in white to reappear. Y/N held her gun, ready to fire as well, despite the small sting she felt on her arm.

The demon opened the big bag of salt that Dean bought from the store earlier as he spilled it on the ground in front of him. As Belphegor chanted the spell, before he could use the heart, the woman in white appeared before him. With a smirk, the demon dropped the heart on top of the pile of salt.

The moment the heart contacted with the salt, a circular burst of energy expanded from the source of the heart and salt. Y/N felt it somehow, unlike Dean who showed no reaction. They waited for a moment to see if the woman in white would re-appear. And when she didn’t, Dean suggested they get the hell out of there and meet back up with Sammy and Cas.

- - -

The town’s people of Harlan had evacuated at a school, just outside of the salt circle spell. Sam and Cas had ended up helping a mother and daughter, to which Dean brought to the evacuation point. Sam took point as he left to bring the mother and daughter in, while also speaking with the town authorities to check on the evacuation status.

Back at the impala, there were disagreements with Belphegor’s new choice of meat suit. The demon found the group's dispute to be awkward as he made himself scarce. Dean was surprisingly on the side that didn’t want the demon out of Jack’s body ASAP. As Castiel was about to leave upset, Dean found himself raising his voice at Y/N. “Your arm!” Both men made their way over to her.

“Well, that explains the stinging earlier.” Y/N commented as she inspected the hole that was created from a cut along her arm. Her blood had stained the sleeve of the FBI button-up she wore, which is how Dean noticed the cut in the first place.

“You probably got this when the bitch threw you against the dumpster.” Dean explained as Cas overheard.

Castiel went straight to her as he brought his hand over the cut, “I will take care of this.” Within seconds, the cut was gone and her skin was all healed. The angel cleared his throat, which she found a bit curious. “I should check everything to make sure nothing else is hurt.” He eyed her, waiting for permission.

Y/N looked at the angel raising a brow, “Uh, sure. Go for it.”

When he had said he would check everything, the angel meant it as his hand hovered over almost her entire body. She caught him relieving a sigh before he stood up and then made his way to leave.

The older Winchester thanked Cas, despite the small tension from before as he caught Y/N’s interested look watching the angel walk away. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm? Yeah.” She answered. The throw hurt like a bitch, but she doubted that anything serious was injured. Her mind led her to think that maybe Cas was scared to lose another person he cared for and that was why he had the brief moment of relief on his face as he scanned her for any more injuries that weren’t present.

“So you want to tell me the whole ghost whispering story with Jack?” The older Winchester asked as he opened the trunk of the impala.

Y/N joined him by the opened trunk. “He said he knew of a way to stop Chuck, but before he could go into detail, it seemed like he was losing his connection to here, so he was flickering out a lot. The only thing he managed to say before he disappeared completely was to find Belphegor.”

“Well, we found him. Have any way of contacting Jack again?” Dean asked as Sam returned.

“Contacting Jack? What did I miss?” Sam questioned as he began re-loading the gun he had been using throughout the day.

Y/N didn’t know why, but something felt different with Sam now. Before she could ask if he was okay, the younger Winchester hissed from feeling a slight sting on his shoulder, the shoulder where he got shot from shooting Chuck.

“That shoulder bothering you now?” Dean asked his brother.

“A little, not much. It’s probably because I haven’t exactly rested it…is all.” Sam answered as he looked away. Y/N had an inkling that the younger Winchester was hiding something.

“Why don’t you have Cas heal you?” Dean asked.

“No.” Sam answered a bit too quickly, which only increased Y/N’s suspicions that he was indeed hiding something. “I’m fine. It’s probably better for him to save some angel juice for an emergency.” He suggested.

Dean wasn’t having it but he wouldn’t push his brother towards the angel either, “Alright, if you want it that way, then at least have Y/N or I check on it.”

“Fine, fine, later.” Sam continued talking, “So what were you guys talking about concerning Jack before I got here?”

Dean looked over at Y/N, eyeing her to share her story again.

She sighed, as she knew she would need to repeat it again with Cas eventually. If only she could say it once with everyone present. “Jack appeared to me back in the bunker, when I went to trade places with Cas. I haven’t seen him since but he told me he knew how to stop Chuck. And then he told me to find Belphegor before disappearing.”

“Ah, so that’s one of the reasons he’s still alive.” Sam realized as Dean rolled his eyes. “Jack letting him use his body part of the plan too?”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes. “Maybe? I’m not all too sure. And I’d rather the demon not.” She stated. “But since he’s been useful, I can deal. For now.”

The additional cars showing up caught the younger Winchester’s attention for a second, “So when Chuck said ‘Welcome to the End’, I guess this is what he meant?” He watched as the people ran out of the cars they drove. Fear visible on all of their faces.

Y/N fisted her free hand in a ball. “It seems so. Screw that bastard. I swear I’ll-”

“Alright, alright…” Dean interrupted. “That’s enough talk. You…” He looked over at Y/N, handing her a new loaded shotgun. “…take your anger out on the ghosts. And you…” He turned to his brother. “…go find Cas and then call every hunter we know. We need all the help we can get. Y/N or I will meet you later inside to check on your shoulder.”

Pulling the fore-end of the shotgun back, Y/N looked at the boys, “So us three versus every soul in Hell?”

“I like those odds.” Dean finally grinned as he made eye contact with her.

Sam managed to smile slightly too as he agreed.

“Well, you know what that means. We got work to do.” And then the older Winchester slammed the trunk of the impala closed.

Next: Part Seven

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You’re Not From This World (Part Seven)

Summary: Imagine the boys get sent to an alternate reality again without you, which leaves you stuck with the Winchester look-alikes, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Jensen Ackles x alternate world!reader

Warnings: Both worlds POV, Swearing, Internal injuries, Gunshots

Words: 4700+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: Holy Moly, this one is twice as long as the last part. Next part is already pretty long too, which may or may not be the last part, depending on how I split it. Welp, hope y’all enjoy. <3

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

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