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Chapter 19: You again!

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: During episode 17 of season 10 "Inside Man"

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

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

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

I slowly descend the bunker's stairs, gripping the railing to keep my balance. My head is throbbing… Fucking hangover! That's why I don't drink!

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"Just on time!" Sam says coming from the library. " Let's go!" "Where?" "I need to check out something." "Where is Dean?" "He called to tell me he is running some errands in town. Come now. We don't have much time." "Can I at least get coffee first?" "Can we take the Jeep?" Sam counters me. "Yes, but you are driving." Just now he looks closely at me and raises his brows. "You ok?" He asks. "I feel like I was hit by a truck… twice…" "Are you hungover?" He muses. "I thought you didn't drink." "I don't… Last night was an exception. The only exception."

He sits in the driver's side of the Jeep, adjusting the seat. I offer him the key when I climb next to him. "Actually…" I pull back the key and I press my finger next to the ignition. "Jarvis, say hello to Sam." "Entering a new biometric signature." The car's computer answers. "Please, state your full name." I make a gesture for Sam to reply. "Sam Winchester." "Voice pattern saved. Please put your hands on the steering wheel." Sam obeys every command the computer gives him. I show him how to work with the dashboard and then I lead him to the truck to explain the equipment.

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"Here you go!" I say to him, finally giving him the key. "It is yours." "What?" He asks, confused. "Why?" "I've meant to do this for a while." "But why?" "Just take it and say thank you!" I snap at him. My head is still hurting. He starts the engine and drives out of the garage without saying another word.

"Jarvis… Really?" He says after an hour driving in silence. "You are such a nerd." "I never said otherwise." I chuckle.

Sam parks the Jeep by the side of the road, behind Cas' car and he goes to talk to him. I desid to wait in the car, since my head is still throbbing a little. I'm way better than I was in the morning and the burger I ate on the way helped a lot.

"What are we doing here, anyway?" I ask Sam. "We need Metatron's help." "Because you think Metatron might have information about The Mark of Cain?" "I know he has." "Are you sure, though?" We are approaching a playground when a man stops us. Not a man. An angel. Four of them. And they are not happy to see us. And… definitely not letting us talk to The Scribe of God. "Cas, let's go." Sam pulls the angel away. "What? We're leaving?" "Yeah, we can't fight off four angels." "So… so what? You just want to give up on Metatron?" Castiel protests. "No, we need him. Time for plan 'B'... We break him out."

We are walking down a dark street toward a house. "So, back in the '50s, Oliver Pryce was a kid psychic." Sam fills us in. "He performed everywhere… carnivals, Atlantic City… you name it. He was the real deal. Now, The Men of Letters were teaching him how to control his powers when they got… you know."

"Mr. Pryce? This is Sam…" "Winchester. You're Sam Winchester, Man of Letters." A bald man opens the door. "Yeah. How did you, uh..." "Mind reader, remember? And you're... What are you?" The psychic asks Cas. "I'm an Angel." "That... No, you can't be." "Why not?" Cas asks, really confused by the man's statement. "Because I'm an atheist." I burst into laughter. That is the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard. "Not anymore." Sam says passing by Mr. Pryce, entering the house. "And you…" The old man looks sadly at me. "What happened to you?" "I'll just stay outside." I'm quick to interrupt him. "Oh… no, no, no! Someone can see you standing there. And then… they will all start knowing on my door. No, no, no!" He pulls me instead. "You can wait here." He points to an armchair for me to sit.

Sam, Castiel, and Mr. Pryce are sitting around a table with candles on it. Sam's plan is to contact some old friend named Bobby, who died a while back. By the way he is talking about the man, I believe he was more than a friend… more like a father to him and Dean. So… Cas is explaining the plan to Bobby and I'm sitting in the corner the entire time. "I like her!" The psychic says when they are done. "She is smart and funny and really sassy, despite her dark thoughts!" Sam looks at me and then at the psychic. "She was wondering if the angels had changed the place of the door to Earth in the last 50-60 years." The bald man shrugs. "Metatron changed it to be behind door 42 when he was in charge of Heaven." Castiel answers. "And they call me a nerd!" I laugh out loud. "What?" Cas is confused once again. "I'll explain it later." Sam says and gets up from the table. "You will need to talk to that young lady as soon as possible." I hear Mr. Pryce says to Sam, just before he shuts the door behind us. Yeah… we will need to talk.

I splash water on my face and when I look at the mirror my eyes flash black for a second… Panic fills my chests and I blink at my reflection. No! I'm not giving up control. Not yet! Not until I'm sure Emilia will be ok.

"Been waiting for you." I say to the demon when he finally appears. I expect him to start a fight, to try to kill me, like his mother tried just an hour ago. "Squirrel." He just retorts.

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"Look, I'm not saying that I didn't want to slice and dice the witch. I'm just saying that that's not how it went down." We are sitting in the empty bar. "So she's a liar." "Must run in the family." "Mother says The Mark is just a curse, can be removed. Of course, she doesn't know how." "Figures." I pour myself another drink. "But I'm good, thanks." "Who's the liar now?" Crowley frowns.

"What do you know about…" I hesitate for a second but I clear my throat and ask the question that was bugging me for a while. "What do you know about soulmates?" Crowley looks at me with a question in his eyes. "Is this bullshit real?" I ask. "Well… yeah… It is… but it's rare, as far as I know. Why don't you ask Castiel? It's more in his line of work since it's Heaven's way to arrange their perfect future heroes." He is quiet for a moment, then he continues. "Actually… I’m kinda surprised they haven't hooked you and Moose up with your own already… Imagine… the poor girls… they will be dead in a week…" I do not answer him, do not even look at him… "Oh! Bloody hell! They did! Didn't they!"

Cas walks through the portal with Metatron. Well… it turns out, the angel was trying to play us out until he could escape. He knows nothing about The Mark. He has no idea how to remove it. I'm not surprised but I keep my comments to myself. There is no point of told-you-so-s. But the sneaky angel manages to convince Cas he can take him to what's left of his grace.

"So… why did the psychic insist that I need to talk to you as soon as possible?" Sam asks me. We are going back to the bunker. He is driving and I'm just staring through the window in the rain. "We had run out of time." I breathe out. "It can happen at any moment now…" He looks at me confused, trying to keep his eyes on the road at the same time. It takes him a moment to understand what I'm talking about. "But you said…" He starts but then looks at me again, finally catching up. "It was your birthday yesterday…" I turn around staring at the rain again. I don't need to see the hate returning into his eyes. I'm the enemy again.

"Hey." Sam greets his brother. "Hey. How was the movie?" "French." The younger Winchester lies. "What about you? What did you do last night?" "Played some pool. It was kind of boring." Dean is lying too. He is definitely hiding something. But we all are…

I decide to wait for an hour before entering the bunker. It's obvious that Sam doesn't want Dean to know where we were. Or that we were together. Well… there is no point in telling him if Metatron doesn't know anything. So… I'm standing outside in the dark trying to get in peace with my fate once more… Hope is a dangerous thing…

"Look who decided to come home! Did you have fun?" Dean smiles at me but there is a bitterness in his tone. "Kinda…" He is looking to start an argument but I have no strength left in me for it. "So… Sophie!? Another alias?" He pokes. "Aham…" I mumble. "And this guy… Thomas… was it? Another ex fiancé?" He continues to push the subject. "No… just a simple undercover job… in and out… just four or five days… nothing too complicated…" I quickly answer and hurry to my room, not wanting to deal with lying anymore today.

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yet-another-deanw-girl · 20 days ago

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Chapter 18: 33

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: Between episode 16 of season 10 "Paint It Black" and episode 17 of season 10 "Inside Man"

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

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

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"Sam!!!" I grab my gun and run through the bunker's hallways. It's the middle of the night and I didn't even have time to put on some shoes. I bump into Sam, who is already in front of Dean's room. His state is similar to mine - bare feet and messy hair. We look at each other and he opens the door to the room. Dean is trashing in his bed obviously having a nightmare. I try to step in the room and wake him up, but Sam stops me pointing to his right hand. He is clenching it in a fist. After a couple of seconds, the screaming stops and Sam closes the door. "It's getting worse." I say to Sam when he starts walking back to his room. "I know." He simply replies without looking back at me.

I enter the bar. Yes, a bar. Me. "Hey, Even!" "Hey, Nat!" The bartender greets me. I have been here a couple of times before with Sam and Dean. But tonight… I'm alone. "I'll have one… whatever your oldest scotch is…" He pours me a glass and looks at me suspiciously. "Leave the bottle." "Are you ok?" He asks. "I thought you don't drink or I have never seen you drink before." "I don't… but I do today… it's kinda tradition…"

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I place my phone on the counter and look at the date on the screen - April 11. I'm officially 33. I grab the glass waiting for me at the bar and drink it in one take. "Hi there, little shadow." I hear a familiar Irish accent. But it can't be him! I turn around and I can't believe my eyes. It is him! My cousin Shane is standing right in front of me. I jump from the barstool and hug him. "What are you doing here?" "Keeping the tradition!" He answers me with a smile. "I was nearby, anyway. Besides, nothing was able to make me break that tradition before, I am not breaking it now." I hug him again and he whispers in my ear "Happy birthday, cous!" We sit at a table in the corner so we can talk freely, me with my glass of scotch, him with a bottle of beer. This will be his only drink for tonight. It's usually me, dragging his drunk ass home. But not tonight. Not on that cursed day. Tonight he is watching over me, so in one single night of the year I can forget about my duty, my destiny, my fate, my need to be in control. "Why are you here?" I ask him "We are not talking about work tonight. You know the rules!" I smile widely at him. He made those rules a while back and strictly keeps them and makes sure I do too. We are talking and laughing, remembering different stories from our childhood when I see Dean approaching us. His jaw pressed tied, murder in his eyes. What now!

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"I'm not supposed to be here." Shane quickly whispers to me. "I'm well aware…" I whisper back. "Just… behave!?" "Hey!" Dean greets us. "What are you doing here?" He asks me eyeing my glass. "I'm just catching up with an old friend." "Thomas Frost." Shane stands up from the table offering his hand to Dean. "Sophie worked on a security project for my company… five years ago?" He turns to me pretending to not remember. I know this scenario. We had played it dozens of times before. "More like seven." I smile at him. "Brian." Dean offers a fake name too. "Sophie is currently working on a security project for me." He continues, keeping my real identity in secret not knowing he is talking to another operator working for The Order. "Why don't you join us?" Shane offers sitting back down and I kick him under the table. He is breaking his own rules! No work! No prophecies! No man I'm supposed to kill! "I'm sure Brian needs to go." I'm staring at Dean hoping he will get the message and leave. "He has an important meeting early tomorrow. And I'm sure he prefers to have a good night's sleep instead of hanging around us." "In fact I would like to join you…" Dean starts but I look at him with a pleading face. I don't want to spend this night spinning lies and playing roles. "But Sophie is right, I need to be up really early tomorrow and I suspect if I stay, that's not going to happen." I smile at him thankful for his decision. "Have a nice evening, you two." He walks out of the bar to his car. "I'm going to kill you!" I hisses at my cousin. "What were you thinking!?" "So… this is Dean?" He smirks at me ignoring my tantrum. "How are the things between you two?" "Non-existing!" "I don't think he will agree with you about that. Does he know?" "We are not talking about Dean tonight! Remember? The rules? Your rules!" I put an end to this conversation.

We are in the bar until it closes. Then Shane googles the nearest fountain. It's another tradition, to toss a coin making a wish. I giggle when he starts tickling me when I refuse to tell him my wish. I'm so glad he is here with me on that day. He is not just my cousin, he is my best friend, my big brother. The only person I don't have to pretend to be strong when I'm around. "I don't want you to leave yet." I tell him when we walk out of the park. "I missed you so much… I don't know if I can do this alone." "I missed you too." He hugs me and continues to walk down the street. "You know, we have a tail, right?" He asks me with a mischievous voice. "We had it all night. Are you sure your boy knows that there is nothing between you two?" He mocks me. "I'm drunk, not blind!" I hiss. Him playing a matchmaker is the most annoying thing ever. My head starts to spin and I trip on my own feet. "I believe it's time for you to go to bed."

"Stela is pregnant!" I blurt out the moment he closes the door of the hotel room. "What!" "Fuck! I was dying to tell it to someone all day." I breathe out in relief. "But it's like I haven't told you!" I point my finger at him, swaying a little on my feet. "You have to act surprised when she tells you!" "That's great!" He exclaims and lifts me, spinning me around. "You are going to be an aunt… I'm going to be an uncle! When did she tell you?" "This morning. They were waiting for all the tests to come back and they wanted to tell me on my birthday. They hadn't told anyone yet. It's going to be a boy! They are having a little boy! Can you believe it…" I laugh but the pain in my chests is growing with every little molecule of air entering my lungs. I'm never going to have the chance to be an aunt. I'll never see my beautiful nephew. I'm not going to buy him little tiny shoes. I'm not going to take him to the park. To play video games with him. To build planes. To read books. To spoil him. To hug him. For the first time I allow myself to mourn my lost future. My legs buckle but before my knees can hit the ground, Shane catches me. My tears are falling soundlessly from my eyes while my cousin holds me tight to his chests. We sit like that on the floor for a long time. None of us saying anything. I fall asleep like that, exhausted from keeping the facade of a strong warrior. "You are the strongest person I know." I hear Shane whispering before the sleep takes over me completely. "And I'm not giving up on you." Then I hear something about Charlie being on to something. But at that point I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or not. I must be dreaming. Shane doesn't know Charlie…

I walk out of the bar to my car. I sit in the driver's seat and grip the wheel tight. Ema is in a bar… Drinking… With some guy… I should have stayed… But… She obviously didn't want me there. She was drinking! She doesn't drink! Why is she drinking with him? She may not want me there, but I can't just go back to the bunker.

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Ema and Thomas are the last to leave the bar. She is swaying a little on her feet but she can walk by herself. I follow them to a park where they stop in front of a fountain. Ema is laughing the entire time. I have never seen her so happy. So alive. So free. I'm kind of jealous of this man. Jealous because he can see her like this. Jealous because she is like that with him. They exit the park and he hugs her across her shoulders and she leans her head on his chest. The anger is growing inside me with every second. Metatron's words pop in my head without a warning. "Your little soulmate"... Soulmate… She is mine… Mine… They stop in front of a hotel and he pulls her closer. I grip the steering wheel harder. My knuckles going white. I'm about to storm out of the car and drag her back to the bunker… Tear him apart… Shred him to ribbons… A familiar British accent sounds from the passenger seat. "What are we doing spying on The Order's greatest pride and joy?" Crowley is sitting next to me. "So… this is where she is? I heard the rumors that she disappeared a few months ago. What's the little princess doing here?" "What do you want?" I grunt at him. "I have to talk with you…" "Crowley, not now…" I don't hear a word of Crowley's speech. Ema had vanished in the hotel and I'm debating if I should go after her. "Dean?" Crowley demands. "Did you hear anything of what I said?" "No!" I snap at him. "I'm not in the mood for your games, Crowley!" "I'll see you at the bar tomorrow night. We really need to talk. It's about The Mark." He says before he disappears. Ema is no longer in front of the hotel. I decide that driving around is a better solution then storming after her.

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yet-another-deanw-girl · 25 days ago

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Chapter 17: Spilling truths between the lies

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, self-pleasuring

Episode mapping: During episode 16 of season 10 "Paint It Black"

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

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

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I'm laying on my stomach, when I feel hot lips trailing down my spine. I arch my back moaning at the sensation and I hear a familiar chuckle. I slowly turn around and meet two impossibly green eyes, his lips continuing tracing the path from my stomach down… down… down… I gasp when he reaches the rim of my panties and I lift my hips close to him…

A bang on the door startles me. What the fuck! I jolt awake. I'm covered in a thin layer of sweat, my breath uneven… Fuck! "Ema!" I hear Dean's voice from the other side of the door. "Fuck!" I murmur this time out loud. "Come on sleepyhead! Wake up!" "Yeah!" I yell back. "Be right there!" I open the door and Dean looks at me from head to toe. I quickly realize the state of undress I'm in, wearing slipping shorts and a cropped t-shirt, and I stand behind the door leaving it a crack open. "What is it?" I ask, still not able to shake off the dream I just had. "We have a case." "Ok. Give me 30 minutes." I say and close the door leaning my back against it. I'm able to exhale only when I hear Dean's footsteps going away from my room. I'm still frustrated after my dream. My fingers slowly passing the rim of my panties, my back sliding down the door… I make two slow circles over my clit before dipping my fingers into me… first one… then two… muffling the sounds coming from my mouth with my other hand… It doesn't take long for me to finally arch my back and explode… And the only thing I can see behind my closed lids are those green eyes…

"I just can't believe Lisa McCarthy would murder her husband." The priest says. We are in a Catholic church in Massachusetts, investigating a series of suicides. But the last death was a murderer and Dean believes they are all connected somehow with this church. "Yes. These men were fairly regular, but then, so are the majority of the folks here." A nun approaches us. And Dean checks her out. Really? The nun? Well… she is pretty… but still… a nun! "Sister Mathias is our Director of Social Services. I've asked her to show you around and answer any questions." "Sister…" Dean starts "Agent…?" "Allman." He smiles at her. "And these are Agent Betts and Agent Oakley." He introduces Sam and me. "Sister, you're aware of the recent string of deaths, right?" Sam starts the usual line of questions. "Yes, a terrible tragedy. But I'm confused as to why you're here. These were all suicides, weren't they?" "Well, possibly not." "Murders?" Sister Mathias gasps. "Well, the actual method of killing was all identical." "Ah, the M.O." She muses. "Yes, indeed the M.O." Dean chuckles. He actually chuckles! He is unbelievable! "I'm going to go, uh" Sam clears his throat "have a look around. Uh, excuse me, sister." He leaves and I follow him. We split to take a look around the church. I turn on the EMF in my smart watch and discreetly check the rows of benches for any signal.

"Rattling chains and teacups that fly across the room?" Sister Mathias is saying with a smile when I join them. "Sister, are you making fun of me?" Dean smiles back flirting with her. "Really? The FBI believes in ghosts? I’m afraid I don't. If you'll excuse me, Agents, I have to get back to work."

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"Tell me you didn't think that nun was hot. I think she had a little thing for me too." Dean says when we are walking down the steps in front of the church. Is he serious right now? I knew he was a player but this is the first time I see him around women. He is… I'm annoyed with him. And more importantly, I'm annoyed with the tinge of jealousy I feel. "All right, so, Frank cheated on his wife, Lisa, all right? You know, the whole theme of this case seems to be about guys doing their women wrong. Notice that?" Dean starts theorizing. "Yeah, but Lisa McCarthy was pretty convincing that she had no idea whatsoever she had killed her husband." I argue. "Oh, the hot nun said that Lisa had no idea he was cheating on her. So, maybe she was controlled by someone who did." "Again, nothing witchy." Sam confirms. "Ghost?" I suggest "Maybe something surrounding the confessional." Dean raises his brows questioningly. "Sammy, how long has it been since my last confession?" "You've never been to confession." Sam walks past Dean. "Well, that's too long."

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I'm sitting in the confessional, spinning some story about me and all the women I had messed around with in the past. Well… it's not exactly a lie but it's not the truth either. In fact, I haven't looked at another woman for months, not since… Fuck! The way she looked this morning… with the messy hair and those cropped shirts of hers and so fucking sexy… "Is there anything else on your mind, Agent Allman?" "What if I said I…I didn't want to die… That, you know, that I wasn't ready? You know, the life I live, the work I do…I pretty much just figured that that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I run out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I'd go out the same way that I live – pedal to the metal, and that would be it." "But now?" The father encourages me to continue talking. "Now, um… recent events, uh… make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And… I don't know. I mean, you know… There's things, there's… people… feelings that I… I… I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time. I'm just starting to think that… maybe there's more to it all than I thought." What am I doing? Why am I talking to this priest? He doesn't have the answers I need. He can't even begin to understand my life. "Learning there's more to the universe than your tiny world can be a frightening discovery. Do you truly believe in God, Agent? Because that can be a comfort." "I believe there is a God. But I'm not sure he still believes in us." I say and I leave the confessional.

"So, you think you had an eavesdropper in there?" I ask Dean when he exits the confessional. "Hope so." "You better watch your back. If we are right, jerks like you are just what our ghost is looking for." I quickly walk to the church's door. Shit! This dream is messing up with me! I quickly start my bike and speed away. I need to clear my head.

We are at the motel room we are staying in. It's more like an apartment or something. I'm changing into my regular clothes when I realize I left my weapons on the coffee table in the main room.

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I reach for my angel blade when Dean strolls into the room from the other bedroom. "I see you came prepared." He smiles at me. "I always do." I say, securing my angel blade on its holster inside my jacket. I prop my leg on the edge of the table and reach for my ankle gun but Dean grabs it first. He turns it around in his hands, weighing it and examining it. "I guess, another perk of working for The Order?" "It's a cz p-10 s, the other one is its bigger version cz p-10 c. They are still prototypes. But they are in the real life testing phase now. They should be released in two or three years but those are my favorites right now." "Can you be more…" He clears his throat. "What else is there?" I raise my eyebrow, not understanding his question. "I mean… The Jeep, the bike, the weapons, the fighting skills, the computers… Is there anything that you can not do? Do you even have any flaws?" "Hm… let me think about it… I can not cook, I can't even boil water to save my life… But apart from that… No." I smile at him. Of course I have flaws… I'm addicted to coffee for God sake! My singing will make your ears bleed… I'm stubborn… I'm terrified of heights… I'm an overthinker… I have struggled with anxiety my entire life. That's what makes me want to execute everything with meticulous perfection… That's why I'm always prepared. And that's what makes me doubt myself every moment of every day… But he doesn't need to know that… I learned to hide my insecurities with fake confidence and sarcasm. He hands me the gun and I slide it in its place on my ankle. Then I secure the other one on my waist. "Are you boys ready to go?" I leave the motel with the strange feeling I'm forgetting something… something important. I glance at the table to check but there is nothing there. I decide to ignore the feeling and follow the boys outside.

Sister Mathias leads us to a storage room in the basement. "I never mentioned her to you because it didn't occur to me she was connected with the murders. Ever since I've been here I've come across restless spirits of all sorts. They're all kind of… sad, harmless. And eventually, the poor things go to their final rest." "You said she showed up about three weeks ago when stuff from her home arrived?" Dean asks the nun. "Yes, part of a shipment from a monastery in Tivoli. That's when I read her journal. It was given to her father right after her death. Piero's death was so horrific, she was convicted of witchcraft. They sentenced her to burn at the stake."

My hand is gripping Dean's neck, keeping him pinned against the wall. I have no control over my body. Where the fuck are my rings? With horror, I realize I have forgotten them in the motel room. Fuck! So that's what I was forgetting! Stupid, stupid woman! How many times you should learn not to ignore your gut? My other hand slowly pulls out my angel blade and no matter how hard I'm trying I can't stop myself. Dean tries to stop me from stabbing him. He is struggling, not only, to keep the blade from plunging into his stomach, but to keep breathing. His hand reaches for my face and I can see a glimpse of metal on his pinky. A ring? An iron ring? My iron ring… What? Why does he… Sharp pain goes through my head when he touches me… Suddenly, the spirit leaves my body. I drop the angel blade and fell on my knees. The ghost vanishes in flames.

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Dean drops right beside me, staring at me and trying to normalize his breathing. "Not today, Winchester!" I say to him, struggling to normalize my own breath. "Not today!"

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Chapter 16: Sweat It Out

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, Dean having some... not so appropriate thoughts about Ema

Episode mapping: During episode 15 of season 10 "The Things They Carried"

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

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

"Dean is in trouble…" Sam walks in my room, closing the door behind him. "What happened? Is he ok?" I frantically ask. Sam tells me about Dean killing Cain. "So? He used The First Blade? And he resisted it?" "He did but he is not ok. And he will need help… Your help..." I look at Sam, not understanding his point. "He's given up looking for another solution." Sam continues. "He…" "I still don't know how to stop him. And I don't know how I could possibly help." "He's given up on himself but he will keep fighting so he can save you." "This is absurd… There is no saving me!" "I know my brother. You may believe there is no other way, but he believes he can save you somehow. And, right now, you are the only reason he has not given up yet. And he needs to be reminded of that! Constantly!" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "You need to stay by his side. I… I need you by his side." I look at him dumbfounded. I only suspect how hard this is for him… To ask me for help… To ask me to be constantly by Dean's side… Especially when, until this moment, his priority was to keep me as far away from him as possible. "Ok…" He releases a breath nodding. "Thank you!"

"I'm either coming with you on your hunts or I will find cases of my own. I'm done staying in this bunker! You have two choices, you let me help you or you stay out of my way!" "What's going on?" Sam enters the kitchen. "Sweetheart, I am not letting a tech geek hunt monsters. That's not going to happen! Not on my watch!" "That's it!" I poke at Dean's chest with my index finger. I'm pissed. "Training room! Now! And do not sweetheart me, Winchester! I'm not one of your bar conquests!" I storm out of the kitchen heading to the training room. The brothers on my heels. "We are going to settle this once and for all. If you can pin me to the ground in the next 10 minutes, I'll stay here." "Ema, I'm not going to fight you!" Dean looks to his brother for help. "Oh! You think you can actually hit me?" I say, removing my jacket.

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"Just remember, I didn't want to do this!" Dean says, swinging at me but I quickly dodge his hit, smirking back at him. He smiles and attacks again but I swirl around him and kick his legs underneath him. He ends up flat on his back and a frustrated huff leaves his mouth. "Done already?" I ask looking down on him. "I really thought you could last longer." "Oh… princess, you want me to show you how long I can last." He stands again assuming a fighting position. "Promises, promises…" I tease.

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10 minutes later he is lying on the ground, panting. He did actually manage to lay a couple of hits on me but nothing too serious. "Look… I do understand that me being a Commander of a tactile team does not have any meaning for you. But… You keep forgetting that I was sent here to stop a possible demon attack on this bunker! By myself! That should have told you enough." I smile at him from above. "I'll see you in the garage in 30 minutes." "I was holding back!" He yells after me. "I didn't want to hurt you!" "30 minutes, boys!"

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"Agents, I gather." I walk confidently in the sheriff's office, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, Sam and Dean following me closely. "Uh, was it the suits, or do we give off some sort of a Fed stench?" Dean jokes "It's the suits. What can I do for you?" The sheriff responses. "Well, uh, we are here investigating the death of private Jackie Prescott." I smile politely, taking the lead. "Sorry to waste your time, agents, but we wrapped that one up. Guy that did it was a special forces officer: Rick Willis. His fingerprints were all over the storage room out on the base where he did it. He even left his dog tags by the body." "So, is he in custody?" I ask. "No, the bastard drank a boatload of gasoline, then lit himself on fire. Left a wife and a baby. Third suicide we seen in six months... Military town…"

Military towns, those always hit me hard… I look around. America's military towns look nothing like the ones in Eastern Europe. But they have similar feeling. The quiet present of discipline, honor and duty. We found out from Rick's wife, he had been acting strange since he had got back from his last deployment and he was constantly thirsty. She pointed us to another family, Kit, the husband had the same symptoms and his wife was worried about him. We are just walking out of their house when I see a man leaning against Dean's precious car. "Recognized your wheels." He says. I guess the boys know him. "What the hell are you doing here?" And… they are not happy to see him, jugging by their reaction. It seems like they have history. "I think I'm gonna be coming with you." Cole, that's the man's name, says. "I stick to you two like flies on roadkill." He points at the Winchesters. "Make sure my buddy comes home in one piece. Look, I know what you two are thinking, but we are not gonna hunt my best friend, who happens to be a friggin’ war hero, by the way. We are gonna find him. And that's the difference." "Another one for the ride." I hear Dean complaining when I move to my car. "Nice wheels!" Cole says to me, before getting in his own Jeep. I just smile.

We follow Cole to a cabin deep in the woods. Dean was right, he won't just step away from this. I hear the sounds of stuff breaking and the boys rush into the building. Before I can get out of my car a man runs out from the cabin, hiding in the woods. I pull out my gun and follow him but I quickly lose him. He is too fast. Faster than a normal man. I circle around going back to the cabin and I meet Dean in front of it. "I lost him." "Me too." He responds and we enter the small one room building. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Something went down my… throat." Cole gasps. "Something moved. It's alive, Sammy." "All right, well, we're gonna get it out of you, okay? We'll figure it out. " Sam tries to reassure him. "A couple years back, Dean and l worked a case. We got stuck in a cannery with this worm. It would get into people's bodies and… last time, electrocution made the worm leave the body." "All right, fine. Electrocution it is! I'm game!" Cole tries to act brave but I can see through him, he is terrified. "Alright! You get to work. I'll go look for Kit." Sam says and I leave the cabin after him. "I will go with you." "No!" He turns around facing me. "Sam, it's not the time for your animosity towards me! Kit is dangerous! You will need help." "It's…" he starts raising his voice but he stops and continues quietly. "It's not about me not liking you. I actually… I do not dislike you… But… You need to stay with Dean. You promised me." I nod and turn back to the house. "Just be careful." I whisper to myself. I know nothing will happen to him, not while I'm alive, but I can't help to worry about him anyway.

"I almost took you off the map. Who would be saving me now?" Dean had already connected the jumper cables to the battery of Cole's Jeep. "Hey, hey, hey!" I stop him before he can press the jumper cable clamps onto Cole’s forearms. "Belt!" I reach my hand out expectedly. He starts to say something but I interrupt him before he can utter a word. "And don't be a smartass about it." I snap my fingers. "Now, Dean!" He rolls his eyes and removes his belt. I give it to Cole to bite on it. "All right, let's fire this puppy up." Dean says "Well, you say that like it's just another Tuesday." Cole jokes in an attempt to act nonchalant before he clenches the belt between his teeth. "Oh, buddy, it's only Monday!" Dean presses the jumping cables to Cole's arms.

"All right! Again!" Cole demands. "No! No, we're done playing 'Operation'. If he zaps you again, you're toast." I stop the two men. "We need a new plan!" "Okay, what do we know about this thing?" Dean asks Cole. "Uh, sucker dries you out. I'm thirsty already, man." Cole starts. "It likes water. Then when that's not enough…" "Blood. l don't know. Maybe the lack of fluids makes the thing hostile." "So? What now?" Dean asks me. "You are supposed to be the smart one!" "What do you think about rapid dehydration?" I turn to Cole. "Big fan! Just make sure you squash that sucker when it goes AWOL."

It might be the middle of March but the cabin is hot as hell and I'm sweating like never before. I remove my flannel and walk into the kitchen to avoid the heatwaves as much as possible. I lean against the table, so I can have a direct view of Cole.

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Ema is leaning against the frame of the portal, separating the kitchen from the living room. Her arms are crossed in front of her, her head is tilted back and her eyes are closed. She had removed first her jacket and then her sweater, leaving her in a simple gray tank top. Her dog tags leaning against her cleavage. Her braided hair is damp and a drop of sweat starts rolling from it, down her exposed neck and slowly disappears between her breasts. I want to trace its path with my lips… Son of a bitch… Fuck… me… I try to swallow the lump in my throat. This woman is going to drive me crazy… I hiss when a drop of sweat falls on the cuts on my face and then I realize I was no longer keeping an eye on Cole. Fuck! "What is it?" Ema quickly opens her eyes and inspects my face. "You must have cut it when we were chasing after Kit?"

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She takes a towel from the kitchen counter and damps it with water from the bottle sitting there. She stops in front of me and I stiffen when she positions herself between my legs. "Come here!" She says and carefully cleans the cuts. I can't stop staring at her eyes. She is the most controversial woman I have ever met… She kicked my ass this morning without really trying… And now she is careful not to hurt me while cleaning my cut… And she is so fucking beautiful… And I don't care if Metatron was just trying to mess with me. Not anymore… "This should do for now." She smiles at me. Her phone rings and she goes out to take the call.

"I get it… Why you did it, Dean. My dad wasn't my dad anymore. If l go down that same road… I want you to do that to me, too." Cole says when Ema leaves us alone in the room. She is out speaking with some of her contacts to see if anyone had to deal with this kind of parasite before. "That road? That means giving up! If you think that's where you're headed, then you've got it ass-backwards. You're gonna fight harder than you ever have! You understand?" "Deano. Will you do me the honor of tying me to this chair?" He asks me looking at the water bottle on the table. I start to tie him up but he slips away grabbing the bottle. I slap the water out of his hand and hold him down at gunpoint. "You are gonna sweat this one through!" "I can't, Dean!" "Yes, you can! Listen to me! Yes, you can. Think about your family! Your wife, your kid. You hear me?" "I appreciate the talk, coach. But honestly, all l can think about is slicing your wrist and drinking you like a fountain. Guess that makes me a monster, doesn't it?"

"What's with her? She's kinda bossy." Cole asks me. He is calm again. "I didn't imagine you to be into that kind of a woman. But… Now when I think about it… It actually makes sense… I get it… she is…" "Oh… no, no, no… me and her… definitely not!" I try to hide my real thoughts about her. I'm starting to sound like a broken record, even to myself. "You sure?" Cole asks with raised brows. "It definitely looked like something in the kitchen!" "You should be careful with her!" I laugh at his attempt at matchmaking. "She can kick your ass without breaking a sweat, believe me!" "Oh, I believe you and I intend to stay far far away from her… and from you for that matter… Once this is over, you will never see me again! So… Who is she?" He points with his head to Ema, she is still outside, on the phone. "She is here to stop me when I go down this road. When I become that monster again." "Are you… going down this path again?" "I'm trying to fight it with all I get…"

"We were right! One of my contacts in Tokyo confirmed that dehydration…" I walk back in the room the moment Dean is stomping on the worm with his boot.

We couldn't save Kit. When Dean called Sam to tell him that we had succeeded it was too late for him. And Sam blames himself. "I can't help it, Dean. It feels crappy." "I know it does. You know, you can do everything right. And even still, sometimes… The guy still dies." I have the feeling Dean is no longer talking about Kit.

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Chapter 15: Just Turn It Off And On Again

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: At the beginning of episode 14 of season 10 "The Executioner's Song"

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

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

I walk in the kitchen and I stop dead in my tracks. A woman is standing in front of the counter with her back to me. How the hell did she manage to get in here? I reach for my gun but then I realize it's Ema. I look at her without making a sound. I don't want to announce my presence yet. Her curly hair is flowing freely. I had no idea she has curly hair! She always wears it in a braid or in a low bond. It's wild and beautiful. And… has purple strains scattered between her dark brown curls. And it reaches down to her ass… Son of a bitch! Her ass… She is wearing some tiny little black shorts, barely covering her ass. And… Fuck me! A cropped t-shirt! All the things I want to do to that woman… All my fantasies about her are rushing to me. During the last weeks it was getting harder and harder to concentrate around her. But who can blame me when she's looking like that? She sways her hips a little and just then I realize that there is music playing. Some kind of new age rock song, not exactly my style. She is concentrated on making coffee with her fancy European coffee machine and hasn't noticed me yet. I have to admit, this machine makes amazing coffee. I swear, she is living on the stuff. Although, it's more sugar and creamier than coffee. I can't recall a time I have seen her without a coffee cup in her hand or nearby.

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I can not look away from her. Like I'm hypnotized… or under a spell… or something… She raises on her tiptoes to reach for something on the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinet. Her shorts and crop t-shirt go even higher revealing more of her body.

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I feel an undeniable pull to her... The pull I'm trying to fight alongside with The Mark's calling… I quickly move through the room and reach for the sugar on the shelf, wrapping my other hand around her waist to keep her in place when she startles for a second. "It seems like you two keep forgetting that not everyone is a freaking giant." She smiles at me when I hand her the sugar. She is now facing me but my hand is still wrapped around her. Her skin is so soft. The scars on her abdomen are almost invisible now. I feel a slight goosebumps going through her skin and then I realize I'm unconsciously moving my thumb along her spine. She is so close and I…

Suddenly, the entire bunker starts shaking. The kitchen utensils start clicking to each other making loud noises. I grab Ema with both my hands, pushing her to the wall and covering her with my body. After a few moments, the shaking stops. But I don't dare to move. I don't want to move. All I can do is stare at her lips. I wonder if they are as soft as they look… How would they taste… I want to tangle my fingers in her gorgeous hair and pull her even closer to me… "Dean?" Sam yells from somewhere. "In the kitchen!" Ema yells back. She puts her hand on my chest and gently pushes me away, stepping around me. "Are you ok? What was that?" Sam runs into the kitchen. "That was the bunker's mainframe restarting." Ema answers, resuming her previous task of making coffee. "I didn't know you were back. I otherwise would have warned you." She turns around holding her cup and lifts it to her lips. "And I wouldn't walk around in my pajamas." She adds when she notices Sam's look on her body. A tinge of jealousy goes through me when I see my brother inspecting her so thoroughly. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to change into something more… appropriate. And I will check if this bunker is finally running to its full capacity." "So you found the problem?" I ask and try to follow her, but Sam grabs my arm stopping me. "Yes! It was running on its backup power system." I hear her yelling her response. "The entire time, all I had to do was to just turn it off and on again" She laughs and the sound of it echoes in the bunker.

"We need to go! We have…" Sam stops in the middle of his sentence. "What?" I ask. He looks at me, then at the door. "Are you… Do you…" He tries to form his question. Then he looks at the door again. "What!?" I exclaim. "No!!! Me… and her… No! No way!" I try to hide that I'm constantly haunted by thoughts of her. "Dean! Don't try to lie to me! I know you! We talked about this... You have to stay away from her!" "You have nothing to worry about, Sammy. I just can't get out of my mind what Metatron said about her." "What did he say? Why haven't you told me anything about that?" "Nothing! It was nothing. He was just trying to get under my skin." I wave my brother's question away, but I know he will not just leave it alone. And I just screwed up by mentioning it to him. "Do we have a case?" Sam nods. "It's kind of a strange one…"

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Chapter 14: The Ghost and The Network

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: During episode 13 of season 10 "Halt & Catch Fire"

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

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

"It's like I told the detective. I was drunk, but I wasn't hallucinating. The truck had a mind of its own." The college girl said "How so?" "Like, the air went full blast even though it wasn't on and the radio went crazy and so did Trini." "And Trini is?" I ask. "Ah, you have to excuse my partner. When it comes to technology, he's a little behind. Uh…he just learned how to poke on Facebook." Sammy smirks at me. "Uh, um, Trini is the nav app we were using. It.. It's like a talking map. You’re Gen X. Right."

"Alright, so big brother didn't get along with little brother, was pissed that he was driving his baby. I get it." This case looks like a simple salt and burn.

Well… it's not. It's a ghost haunting the Internet. How is this even working! The Internet! Awesome… Ema's expertise could be really helpful. All the tech and supernaturals combination is more in her alley. She would have had a really good and possible explanation and probably some clever solution, like… I don't know… like something simple and obvious… But she is still bound to the bunker… It's been almost 5 months. How is that possible? To know her for this short amount of time and to feel like I always have?

"I think about Andrew all the time. And I've never even met the guy." I'm sitting with a college girl waiting for Sam's call. I didn't even bother to remember her name. She is full of regret about what happened to that guy. "It’s pretty crazy to obsess over someone you've never met." "It's not that crazy." I try to reassure her. "The truth is, I can relate. I have made more mistakes than I can count. Ones that haunt me day and night." I confess. "So… how do you deal?" "Whiskey… Denial…" I laugh sadly. Yeah… I'm pathetic like that… "I do my best to make things right, whatever that may be. You can't just bury stuff like this. You got to deal with it." I realize that I can't bury my problems too. I have to face this thing head on. No more running, no more denial, it's time to accept it.

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"Looks like Andrew wasn't the only one who chose peace." We are standing in front of Andrew's house looking at how his wife invites a stranger into her home so they can find peace together. "Yeah. Looks like…" I smile at the two women. "I think I'm gonna follow his lead, too." "What do you mean?" "My peace is helping people. Working cases. That's all I want to do." "Is this about The Mark?" Sam asks me with worry in his voice. "I'm done trying to find a cure, Sammy." I finally admit to my brother. "Dean, Cas is so close." "To what? We don’t even know if there is a cure. So far, we've got nothing. We have found nothing at the Men of Letters library. Metatron may or may not know something. And maybe… Cas is on to something with Cain. Maybe…" "Yeah, maybe! Nothing is guaranteed, Dean. So what? We can't just stop fighting." Sam tries to reason with me but I'm done with all of this false hope. Now I can understand Ema. I can understand why she is not fighting… why she is just looking from the sideline. "Yes, we can. We already have the solution back in the bunker. You may not like it. But it seems like Emilia was right." "So, this is it? Y… you're just gonna… you're just gonna give up." "No. No, I'm not just gonna give up." I'm desperately trying to explain myself, trying to make him hear me, trying to make him understand. "I appreciate the effort, okay? I do. But the answer is not out there. It's with me. I need to be the one calling the shots here, okay? I can’t keep waking up every morning with this false hope! I got to know where I stand. Otherwise, I’m gonna lose my freakin' mind. So I’m gonna fight it until I can't fight it anymore. And when all is said and done… I'll go down swinging. But I need you to promise me something…" "Anything…" "No matter what happens to me… No matter how this thing turns out… You will not harm Ema…"

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Chapter 13: Split

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: During episode 11 of season 10 "There's No Place Like Home"

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

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

"You must be Emilia!" A cheery petite redheaded woman walks in the bunker with Sam. "Sam told me everything about you." "Ah… yes…" I sigh. She had talked to Sam, so she hated me even before she met me. "I'll just…" I try to leave but before I can the woman hugs me. "It's so nice to meet a fellow nerd. You have to tell me everything about the bunker's mainframe. I tried to do some stuff with it once but this combination of magic and technology is not exactly my area of experience." She is smiling at me like we are old friends. "We have work to do." Sam interrupts her babbling. "Yes! Right!" The redheaded woman says. "Oooh yeah! I'm Charlie, by the way!" She extends her hand and I shake it, still puzzled. I try to leave the room again but Charlie's words stop me at the threshold. "Maybe Ema can help us to find it faster?" I hear Sam's disapproving grunt but I turn around anyway, intrigued by the opportunity. It will be a distraction from the mainframe for a while. I'm at a point where I have checked everything and I have upgraded the majority of the stuff and still can't find the problem. "Are you sure you want my help?" I ask Charlie cautiously. "Yes!" She answers without hesitation and I look at Sam. "It's her choice!" He simply states. "Ok! So… we are looking for information about the key to Oz."

Charlie tells me about going to Oz, the war there and that in order to win the war she needed to 'unleash her true darkness'. The wizard of Oz had used the inner key of Oz to do this. That separated the darkest parts of her into another body, into another Charlie. They are still connected. If one of them gets hurt the other is hurt too. Dark Charlie has broken the key, so now we have to find a way to restore it, so that the two Charlies can go back to Oz and the wizard puts them back to one.

"Okay, here we go. Clive Dillon." Sam starts to read the file I gave him. "He is the Man of Letters that first discovered the key to Oz. So, according to this incident report, Clive went to Oz, but he left the key on earth, and then L. Frank Baum found the key and went to rescue Clive in Oz. And then after Baum rescued Clive, Clive came back and retired." "You can retire from the Men of Letters?" Charlie muses. "Well, you can ask Emilia about that, but apparently, they put him in some sort of, like, uh, witness-relocation program." "Where did he end up?" After some more digging we find out that Clive Dillon was given a new name and it looks like he is still alive. He must be over 100 years old but Charlie insists that the time passes differently in Oz. So Sam and she are on their way to talk with the former Man of Letters in hope that he can fix the key.

The boys and Charlie are back. Dean's face is bruised, Charlie… she is worse. Her face is bloodied, her hand is probably broken… "What happened!" I ask but Dean just passes by me going to the training room. I look at Sam questioningly but he doesn't say anything either. I help him take care of Charlie and when she is resting in one of the rooms, Sam finally speaks to me. "Maybe you should go talk to Dean." He starts and I raise my brows at him. "He… He did this to Charlie..." "And YOU want ME to talk to him." He nods. "He… He is getting worse… And I don't think that hiding all of this from you is helping. And I think that right now he will only listen to you." I gape at his words. Obviously the situation had gotten out of control but for Sam to say those things… "He likes to talk to you… He trusts you… And… I suppose you know him really well by now… So…" I can't believe what I’m hearing right now! But I quickly realize what he is actually saying. And I'm livid… "If you are referring to Dean talking with me, yes he does. Unlike some other people living in this bunker." I raise my voice. "If you are suggesting what I think you are…" I angrily poke at his chest not caring that the man is towering above me. "It's actually none of your damn business!" I poke at his chest and walk by him in the direction of the training room. "But, Sam, I'm not sleeping with your brother. And that's not something you have to ever worry about…" I say without even turning to look at him. Because if I was… I would never have the strength to do what I am supposed to do… And then we will all be screwed up…

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I walk in the training room. Dean is hitting the punching bag. His face is bruised, his lip - cut. His knuckles are bloodied but he keeps punching. "How is she?" "She's a little bruised but she will be okay." I walk behind the bag, securing it in place. He keeps punching. "I can feel it all the time." He starts after a couple of minutes. "The rage, the constant anger. Maybe you will have to do your job sooner than you thought." "There is still time…" "Yeah!? You saw what I did to Charlie! How many people should I hurt before I need to be stopped?" "What makes you angry?" "Everything… Fucking everything! Sammy! You!" I just keep quiet waiting for him to continue. "Sam's constant efforts to find excuses for me, to try to save me when it is obvious there is no saving me. I have to accept my fate! That I will become a monster! That I will lose control over that thing! He has to accept that too! He has to stop trying to save me!" He keeps punching the bag harder and harder, his voice raising with every word. "And you! You!" He yells at me, stopping for a second. "You!" He renews his punching routine. "You are just sitting there! Not giving a shit you are about to die! Why are you not fighting this? Why are you accepting it all?" "So…" I speak after a long pause. "You are angry with your brother for not giving up on you, when you are trying to come to terms with your fate? And you are angry at me because I already accepted mine?" I summarize. "Yes!" He grunts and punches the bag even harder. "Fair enough." My voice is calm and flat. "That was easy. So… what now?" "Oh… Nothing…" He finally stops his punching tantrum and looks at me with rage. His knuckles are cracked and bleeding but he doesn't pay any attention to them. He is focused on me. "But you just agreed…" "I acknowledged your right to be angry and to have your opinions about your brother's actions… about my actions… This doesn't mean that it will change my view of what I'm supposed to do nor that I will try to change Sam's. You can have your opinions and you can be angry with us all you want. And I will be here holding that punching bag for you every time you need me to. And I know you are used to giving orders and bossing people around. That you are used to your brother doing what you’ve said. But it doesn't mean I will just do whatever you want or that I’ll try to appease you. It doesn't change the fact that Sam has his own opinions… That I have my own opinions. And it definitely doesn't mean I'm going to follow your 'commands' and accept what you deem is right or wrong!" I say with a still calm voice. He just pushes away the bag that separates us. The next thing I know, I'm pinned against the wall behind me, his hand around my throat. His grip is tight but not tight enough to hurt me. His other hand - on the wall above me. His green eyes are burning with fury and rage… and something else… He stares at me breathing hard and trying to calm himself down. His eyes quickly darting several times between mine and my lips.

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My eyes don't leave his. I don't speak. I don't try to free myself from his grip. I'm not scared. I know he will not hurt me. That's maybe stupid of me, considering the state Charlie is in right now… I'm not sure how I know this. I just do. His breathing starts to even but his hand is still on my throat. He is looming over me with his height and I realize how small I must appear to him. No surprise he keeps underestimating me. He doesn't even perceive me as a threat… doesn't even suspect that I can easily overthrow him with no problem even now. The rage in Dean's eyes slowly dissipates and is replaced with... Desire? He shifts his body impossibly close to mine. "Emi…" He speaks, almost touching my lips, the anger in his voice now replaced with lust… The nickname makes my heart skip a beat. All rational thoughts slowly leave my mind. A small part of me is whispering that this is not a good idea… that I have to leave this room… that I have just promised Sam that he would never have to worry about me and Dean... But with every passing second this voice in my head is getting quieter and quieter… My eyes never leave Dean's green once.

The door to the training room opens and that makes all of my ability to think to come back in a rush. I can not afford moments of weakness like this again. I harden my stare and Dean catches the change quickly. "Are you calmer now?" I ask with a now cold voice. "Yeah!" He blinks away the hot fire of desire from his eyes. "I'm fine." He releases my throat and takes a step back from me. We look at each other for a while before I nod and without another word, leave the room passing by Sam.

"Dean?" My brother's voice brings me back from my haze. "Are you ok?" "Yeah!" I clear my throat. "Peachy!" "What was that about?" "You know how she is sometimes." I try to downplay the tension that is still lingering in the room, but struggle to find a reasonable explanation for all of it. "She just… she is so stubborn… and she drives me nuts…" I breathe out in frustration. "And she just pushed the wrong buttons." "That was not all. She might have pissed you off but…" Sam hesitates for a moment, clearly not sure how to continue. "I know you… I can see how you are looking at her lately." He pauses and the next words are spoken softly… with worry… and wiring… "Dean, it's not a good idea for you to…" He starts. "I don't know what you are talking about!" I quickly cut him off and leave the room. Fuck! I know exactly what he is talking about. I have no idea what I would have done if he hadn't entered the room when he did… I can't even be sure if I was going to kill her or fuck her… And I know it is not a good idea. I can't afford to lose control over this! I have to fight it as long as I can! And today… Today was exactly the opposite of what I am supposed to do! With Charlie… And now with Ema… And all of Marathon’s insinuations… He is just trying to mess with my head… Right? Right!

"Yeah, he's, uh, he's better. I mean, he's calmed down now. Cas, we got to…we got to find Cain, or . . . We got to find something, you know? … "Right." … "Yeah, I know. I hear you. Okay. You got it." … "All right. Thanks." I hear Sam talking on the phone. I turn around to go back to the kitchen. I had become used to avoiding him and not getting in his way if I don't have to. Charlie is staring at me from the door of the room she was sleeping in for the past two days. "So… you are avoiding them?" "Well… I'm not exactly welcomed here, you know. So I'm just trying to stay out of the way." I pass by her. I haven't talked to any of them since the day they brought Charlie. "Dean seems to think otherwise." She smiles at me. "And Sam… he is just trying to protect his brother. He is a good guy… you know…" "You don't need to defend him. I know it. And I understand it. But… soon he will realize that there is no other way…" I reply sadly. "I'm not giving up on Dean either. I'll do everything I can to help." I take a deep breath and smile at her. I'm not going to try and stop her or convince her that there is no point. I already know she is not going to listen… And I'm glad that Dean has people in his life that are ready to fight for him… "I'm also not giving up on you." She continues. I was not expecting that! Her, trying to save Dean, that is understandable. But me… "I know you have been fighting this longer than any of us. And I know you have lost hope and accepted the situation. But I'll keep hoping instead of you. And we will find a way to save both of you." "Why?" I ask quietly, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "Why do you care what happens to me? You don't even know me…" "Because I do." She pads me on my shoulder. "And I'm sure I'm not the only one…" She goes to the library leaving me standing in the hallway. "I think sleeping for two days in a row is probably enough. Anything about The Mark?" I hear hers and Sam's conversation coming from the library. "Yeah, maybe. I found this book. It's a lore book..." Another book… another false hope… He will understand it soon… there is no other solution… "I'll go check it out. If I find something, I'll call. If not . . . I'll just keep digging." I hear Charlie's determined reply.

"Anything about The Mark?" Charlie asks Sam. "Yeah, maybe. I found this book. It's a lore book - The Book of the Damned. It's in a library somewhere in Tuscany.” Another book… another false hope… They will soon understand what I already know in my head to be the truth… "I'll go check it out. If I find something, I'll call. If not… I'll just keep digging." "Charlie, I . . ." I try to apologize even if I know that nothing could fix what I've done to her. "We are going to fix this." Charlie interrupts me. "I'm not letting what happened to me happen to you." "But it's already happened." I protest. "Cain found a way to live with it." Sam chains in. "Right… Yeah, after centuries of murder." I grumble. I'm tired of him trying to convince me that we are going to find a way. "Yeah, well, there's one thing that you have that he didn't. You're a Winchester." That's the Charlie I know - always relentless to help. "I forgive you, Dean." She smiles at me. "Yeah, well, I don't." And I never will… "I know... Kind of your move. How's that working out for you, huh?" I get up from the table and hug her. "I'm so sorry, kiddo." I try to apologize again. I hope she knows I really mean it. "Then prove it!" Charlie murmurs into my chest.

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"And go tell her, dummy!" She whispers so only I can hear her. "I don't know what you are talking about." "Aham… Whatever you say…" She releases me and gives me her signature know-it-all smile. "Be careful out there." Sam says after hugging her himself. "Does that sound like either of me?" She looks at us before going up the stairs. "Arrivederci, bitches!"

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Chapter 12: I'm Not a Fucking Princess

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: Between episode 10 of season 10 "The Hunter Games" and episode 11 of season 10 "There's No Place Like Home"

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

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

"Do we have a visitor? Is someone here?" Sam asks when he returns from his morning run. "I can't understand why you are doing this to yourself! The early mornings. The running. We are chased by or we are chasing after things all the time! Why do you do it voluntarily, Sammy?" "Dean, you have to start taking care of yourself. All the burgers you eat are going to kill you someday. So… no one else is here?" "No. Why?" "I saw a bike parked next to the Impala." He wonders. "Next to my car!? It hadn't scratched it, right?" Sam shakes his head and I relax again. "Maybe it is some kid's bike or something. And we don't know anyone that would use a bike." "Dean… your car is in the garage… So it's definitely not some kid's bike…" "It's mine." Ema walks in the library. Fuck! This woman will be the death of me! Well she did say she is probably going to be the death of me, and that will be the death of her. But not right now! Right now she is trying to kill me by other means!

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Her hair is pulled away in her usual complicated braid. She is dressed in tight black leggings that mold to her body showcasing her long legs and narrow waist. Her shirt is barely covering her waist and with every move I can see glimpses of the skin of her abdomen, the angry red lines of her scars slowly fading away. And that leather jacket combined with her combat boots… She looks sexy as hell in all black.

Metatron's words flash through my mind. I haven't told anyone about what he had said. He was probably just trying to get under my skin. But I can't help wondering if it is the truth… and does she know about it…

"It's mine." I say and Sam looks at me with wide eyes. "W-what?" "The bike. It's mine." I repeat. "I finally got some of my stuff from Prague." "You made someone send you a bike?" Dean chuckles, and I can't understand why he finds the situation so funny. Of course I made my cousin send me my things, especially my bike… He looks at me from head to toe and continues with a grin on his face. "You had to say you needed a bike. I would have bought you one, with pink tassels, and a bell, and all the other things the little princesses like." "Oh! You are so sweet. And, in fact, you almost guessed the right color." I say with sarcasm. I muse at him underestimating me again. He is going to be surprised about what kind of bike I have. "I know, I'm adorable. So… Purple then?" I nod with enthusiasm, playing the little excited girl Dean continues to believe I am. For the first time, Sam smiles at me, catching up with my plan. "So… wanna see it?" I ask. He thinks we are talking about a bicycle. A freaking bicycle! How old does he think I am!? 10! Let's see how far this can go. "Ahm… yes… sure…" I run to him, taking his hand and leading him to the stairs, climbing up. "We can make ourselves a little race. I bet I'm going to leave you to breathe my dust!" I say looking back through my shoulder. Dean's confusion is so hilarious. Sam is barely holding his laughter, but he puts on a confused expression when Dean looks at him and the younger Winchester just shrugs. It is so good to be on a joke with someone. I miss that… the normal interaction with people. Since I came here it's either Sam's hostility or Dean's concerned looks. Although, my relationship with Sam has improved a little since I translated the book we took from the museum. I finished it a month ago and it took me a couple of weeks to do it and to make sure everything is exact and correct. After the major failure with Metatron, Sam went through it dozens of times without any luck. The book is now in my room and I reread it again and again not because I expect to find anything in it but because it is part of my heritage that I actually cherish.

The boys follow me to the garage and I stop in front of my bike. Dean's jaw drops when he finally realizes we were talking about a motorcycle this entire time.

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"What?" Dean looks at the bike, then at me and at the bike again. "This is yours? Are you serious?! No way! What is that?" He is so excited and at the same time so confused. He keeps looking at me and at the bike, shaking his head. "2015 Yamaha R1." "2015? But how?" Dean circles the bike, looking at it from every angle. "It is not out yet!" "Well… That's not exactly true… It is not out for mass production. They will release it in the beginning of March. But… I'm a member of the 'First line' Club. The pre-production is about a year before the official launch and is no more than hundred units." I explain while Dean is marveling at my bike. "6-speed transmission, 998cm3 liquid-cooled, 4-stroke, in-line four-cylinder, 4-valve system, 197 horsepowers" I start with the bike's specs. "2-directional 12-hole injectors, maximum speed of 300 kilometers per hour, 2.7 seconds from 0 to 100 km/h, mat black frame with purple accents… and… well.. some other customizations. She is a work of art." "She is!" "Wanna race?" I ask. I'm eager to feel the February air brushing my face. "Hell yes!" Dean exclaims.

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"That's not possible! How could some bike beat my Baby?" "You do realize, that bike is made for racing, right? And… more importantly, I'm a damn good rider." "You drive like crazy! Do you know how fast you were going!?" Dean exclaims. "Yes I do. Somewhere around 220-240 km/h. It was not even close to the bike's limit." "Who the hell drives like that? And the way you took those turns!" Dean ignores my previous comment. "And the 'tricks' or whatever you call them! The back wheel drive I was expecting but the front wheel stunt!"

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"It's called 'a stoppie'." "A stoppie!? You used it to turn around at the end of the road! How is that 'a stoppie'!?" "Well it was a hundred and eighty stoppie… with three-sixty drift…" "Oh my God! Do you have a death wish or something?! You could have killed yourself! In fact, I was sure you were going go kill yourself!" "That's the thing, Dean… I can't. But don't worry grandma, I know what I'm doing! It's not my first rodeo!" I wink at him before going back inside. "Just for the record, after that, you are not allowed near my Baby! Ever!" Dean yells after me.

"Man! This girl is insane!" I laugh. She looked so happy, so alive out there… The smile on her face when she beat me to the finish line… that was… I would do anything to see it again… "Dean, you keep underestimating her and that's dangerous." "And you have to stop treating her like the enemy." "I'm not!" Sam tries to deny and I raise my brow questioningly. "She is just a pawn, like us, in someone's twisted story. She has no fault. And she has a little choice. You heard Cas." "She can try to fight it, just like we are doing! But she just accepted it!" "Why do you think she had not?! What would you do if you knew this since you were a teenager? You think you can fight against your so-called fate for fifteen years without any results and still have hope?!" Sam's face softens. "What do you mean?" He asks, confused. "She was given this prophecy when she was eighteen… She was still a kid…" I can see the compassion slowly taking the place of the anger he feels towards Ema. My brother is finally starting to realize she is in this mess together with us, not against us.

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AN: Despite everything in this chapter, please always wear your full gear and ride safe.

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Chapter 11: The Mark, The Blade and The Scribe of God

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, violence

Episode mapping: During episode 10 of season 10 "The Hunter Games"

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

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

Castiel is staying in the bunker for the last couple of days. I actually like the angel. It's so refreshing how clueless he is sometimes and the fact he is trying to take care of his vessel's daughter is unexpected. He has no idea how to deal with a teenage girl, none of them has, but they are trying. It is a little unnerving the way Castle is looking at me sometimes… Not like Sam… Not with distrust… or like I’m going to flip any moment and kill Dean. No… Castiel is looking at me like he is waiting for me to realize something… like any second I will figure out the biggest secret of the universe… Maybe I have to talk to him… Maybe he knows something more about the prophecy… He is an angel after all… But… if he knew something, Sam would have already prayed it out of him. But… except those rare moments that make me uncomfortable… I do like the angel. The really interesting thing is to see how Sam is acting with him. He is considerate and kind and supportive… well he acts like he acted with me the first day we met, before he learned who I am. It's nice to see it. I always knew that he is the compassionate one no matter the animosity he feels about me.

"I crossed the line. Guys, this thing's got to go." I hear Dean's voice coming from the library and I turn back. I'm just trying to stay out of their way and hide in the mainframe's room. The stupid thing doesn't want to make my life easy and show me the problem. "That won't be easy." Castiel replies. "Well, then, burn it off! Cut it off!" The frustration in Dean's voice is obvious but the conversation is fading away as I'm going farther away from the library. There is nothing I want to hear less than a new plan and a new hope they desperately want to believe in. "It will take a very powerful force to remove the effect. This reaches back to the time of creation. It may predate the lore. If we had the Demon Tablet, maybe." Castiel's words stop me in my tracks. The Demon Tablet? I thought It is just a rumor, a myth. "There may be another way." It looks like the angel decided to get involved with The Mark after all. I wonder what other way he believes he can find. There is no other way but me.

I admit, I'm curious about the prisoner Castile has brought in the bunker. He believes that the man can help Dean with The Mark. "We need to know how to remove The Mark of Cain from Dean's arm." I hear Sam asking the prisoner. "What? He's back?" The prisoner sounds surprised. "Because of The Mark? So… He's a demon." Wait! Wait! What? "No." "Okay, what then? What, did he kill a human or something?" The prisoner tries to mock Sam but Sam does not answer him. "He did!?" The prisoner exclaims excitedly. "He's gone nuclear! Total foaming-at-the-mouth, balls-out maniac. That's fantastic!" What had he done now!? So that's what they are hiding. My head is spinning. I need to figure out how to stop Dean before it's too late but I can't do anything until I fix this damn bunker! "Buddy… I don't care what happens to you. You killed my brother." He had killed him? This is impossible! The Mark wouldn't allow this. But it explains why the prisoner thought that Dean must be a demon. But why is he not? And who the hell is this prisoner? And why do they believe he has any information about how to destroy The Mark? "Boy, he really is a mess. Who knew The Mark was so toxic? Well… Actually, I did. You know it is going to own you sooner than later." This man is really annoying. I want to barge into the room and punch him in the face myself. "I have a special place in my… non-heart for you both, to which end… ta-da!... I would be tickled to help you pop this biblical zit. To do it, you are gonna need one specific thing. Your old buddy… The First Blade." They have a lot of things to explain but I decide to stick to spying on them for the time being. After all, they had many opportunities to tell me all of this so I intend to gather as much information as possible.

"The First Blade is back in play, and Crowley is the one getting it? I don't mean to be an alarmist, but you…" I hear Cas storming into the bunker. "This would be the Crowley who let the Blade turn Dean into a demon?" Crowley? Really? The missing pieces are slowly starting to fit together. My old friend Crowley is in this too…

"I'm guessing you're not here to reminisce." "No, we did what you said. We have The First Blade." That's it! I can not hold my mouth shut any longer. "You have some explaining to do!" I demand, walking in the interrogation room, the devil's trap room, as they call it. "Oh! And who is that? Aren't you a cute little Warrior of the Fates?" The prisoner coos. "Why none of you had told me she is already here?" "We need to talk." Sam tells me. "Oh! Now you want to talk!" I raise my brow at him and my voice is filled with sarcasm. "Outside!" Sam demands. I follow him outside and when we are far away from the room, I explode. "So let me sum up all the things you just forgot to mention! Dean was killed by that asshole, however he is, he became a demon and hung out for a while with my old 'friend' Crowley. With Crowley! With the fucking King of Hell! You found a way to bring him back and that was what triggered the bunker's alarm that brought me here." I'm pissed. "Then Dean killed some human and you hid it from me!" "You know Crowley?" "Kind of! Of all the things I just said, is that what you want to focus on!?" "What did you expect? Of course I insisted on not telling you anything!" He yells at me "You are supposed to kill my brother!" "Do you honestly believe I want to do that? If it depends on me I would rather die before I have to do this!" I yell back at him. "I…" We both stop our screaming match when we hear the door to the interrogation room slam shut and locked.

"So… Trouble in paradise? It seems like your brother doesn't really like your little soulmate." Metatron comments when Ema follows Sam outside. "What did you say?" I ask, not sure if I heard him correctly. "Oh…you don't know about this part? She hasn't told you!?" "Repeat it again!" I demand "How did you just call her?" But he just shook his head, his lips pressed shut. "It's very lonely here, and I have little to do but think." He starts. "And it occurred to me that you really need this mark taken off of you. And in order to do that, you really need me. So, here's the deal… That first little tip I gave you… a freebie, just 'cause you're you. Every future step, every future information? They're gonna cost you… Big…"

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"All right, I'm gonna ask this exactly once before it gets ugly…" I warn him, taking out my angel blade and locking the door. "What did you call her?" My mind is racing… It can not be true… Ema… No… The angels and their games… But they can not be so cruel… It can not be true… It's just Metatron trying to find a way to mess with me again… "I repeat my offer… each question costs you." "You're confused. See, each question you don't answer… is gonna cost you. And it's been a long time coming. I mean, where do I begin? Stealing Cas' Grace… Casting out the angels… Making Gadreel kill Kevin using my brother's hands, starting an angel war… And, oh, yeah...you killed me." "My morality is being judged by Dean Winchester? How many people have suffered and died because they believed in you? How many times have you lied to Sam, including, oh, by the way, when he was possessed by an angel? And you say, 'oh, well, it's all for the greater good,' But lately, buddy, that greater-good thing just went away, didn't it? Now people die just because you want them to!" With each word my anger boils more and more. "Oh! Good, Dean. Go darker. Go deeper! Surely you've noticed every time you respond, when the Mark gets you all twitchy, you fall deeper under its spell. You think roughing up a few humans and demons makes it worse? Try messing with the scribe of God!" His voice is the only thing in my mind… His words… "And Kevin's death? All on you. You put him in harm's way and kept him there. Gadreel possessing Sam? Who was it who tricked Sam into letting him in? Oh, and then my personal favorite… Dean Winchester, whose entire existence is defined by a war on the dark and monstrous, bromancing his way around the country with the King of Hell!" He is right… This is all on me… "And Emilia… Oh! Her death will be on you too…" "Tell me how to remove The Mark!"

We run to the door. Sam tries to open it and yells at Dean. He tries to kick it down but when we hear screams from the inside Cas appears and blows it away. Sam storms into the room dragging Dean away from the prisoner just in time to stop him from killing the angel. He is an angel… What has he done to end up in chains? "I have to take him back." Cas announces. "Cas, this won't happen again." Sam pleads with him. "I gave my word. I have fences to mend in Heaven, and as it is, I have a lot to explain." "If you ever ask me for help again, I will choose death." The prisoner says when Cas walks out of the room with him. "You realize it's going to get worse, Dean. You're gonna get worse!" He looks at me. He is covered in blood, his lips cut, his eye swelling and turning black. Dean… What have you done… "And you, young lady, you will have to be ready to stop him. All the angels are counting on it…" I look at him with confusion. "What exactly do you think The Fates are?" He smiles at me glad that he had cached me off guard.

Dean looks at me with desperation.

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Chapter 10: Good Morning, Princess

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: Between episode 9 of season 10 "The Things We Left Behind" and episode 10 of season 10 "The Hunter Games"

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

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

"Good morning, princess!" "DO NOT!" I hiss at Dean, going straight to the coffee machine. "Which coffee is that?" He asks. "First." "Oh ok! My bad!" He says and raises his hands in defense when I finally look at him. I put the translations of the first couple of chapters of the book in front of Sam. He looks at the pages then at me and nods. I return to making my coffee. "What's that?" Dean asks. "Translations of the book." Sam is quick to answer. "Did you sleep last night? Have you slept since you've been here?" Dean asks in amusement. Well… The short answer to that question is "Not much". The long answer… it is long… But the truth is I have not slept for more than a couple of hours for years… But they don't need to know that… "That's the coffee for." I declare and take the first sip from my cup and sigh with pleasure. The first one is always the best one. I stay in silence, leaning against the counter, watching Sam going through the pages I gave him. "So…" Dean starts when I'm halfway done with my coffee. "Do you wanna talk about last night?" I raise my brow in question. No! I don't want to talk about last night… And I don't want to think about the things that kept me up all night… I'm pretty sure he doesn't mean what I have in mind so I decide to wait for further explanation. "Anton." Of course… Anton… They must be confused about this entire situation. "Not exactly… but it seems like you want to. So shoot. Ask me what you want to know and I'll tell you everything I can." I had promised them I'll be honest with them but there are still things about my work for The Order I can not reveal. "What was the deal with him?" "He needed a fiancée for the public eye so that his parents wouldn't freeze his trust fund. I needed access to some information and he knew people that knew people. So we fake the engagement and play a happy couple for about six months." "What information?" "I can not tell you that." "So what happened? What was that about your bodyguard?" "Well… When I was done with my task… When I had the intel I needed I had to get out of the engagement fast. At that point Anton was determined to keep the charade… you can say he became kind of obsessed about this situation… Well he refused to break the engagement. So… I arranged for him to walk on me and my bodyguard." "So… you had slept with your bodyguard." I nearly choke on my coffee. "Yeah… exactly as I'm sleeping with you." This time it was Sam's turn to choke on his coffee. Dean just sneers at my comment. "I'm not someone who sleeps around on the job." I hiss at him. "My bodyguard was another operator working for The Order. We just made it look like we are sleeping together. It's not that hard to make a jealous man see what you want him to see, you know? Anton was so angry that he broke the engagement the very next day." "So… you're telling me… you have never slept with someone you worked with?" Dean's questioning is going in a more personal direction. "What is it with you today?" Sam mutters looking at his brother with disapproval and gets up from the table, leaving the room without another word.

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"Did I say that?" I look at Dean raising my brow challenging him. "I said that when I'm on a job, everything I do is for the job. And when I'm not… well… that's another story… and it's none of your business." I smirk at him. "So… you did have boyfriends that worked for The Order? Maybe you sill do… What does he think about you living here… with us…" "I said it's none of your business… but… just for the record… I don't do 'boyfriends'..." I say and Dean looks at me with raised brows. "What!? Don't look at me like that! You know what I mean!" "I do… but…" He stutters. "But what!? A woman is not supposed to say things like this!? It's not like you are settling down or something!" I'm getting frustrated! Dean Winchester is not the one that was going to judge my relationships… or lack there off… "I did try it for a while… The whole white picket fence, apple pie, normal life…" I can't believe it… A domestic Dean Winchester… "It didn't end well anyways…" The look on his face is one of pain and regret and my heart breaks for him… But also a prick of jealousy rises in my mind… About the life I will never have… About the dream I'm not allowed to dream of… About the woman that he had this with… "But this 'no boyfriends' policy of yours…" "What's the point of laying to someone that you have a future together when your entire life is dictated by a prophecy…" I push myself from the counter and start walking to the door. This is not a subject I'm going to discuss with him.

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Dean stands and blocks my way. The previous flicker of pain gone from his eyes, replaced with his usual flirty demeanor. "So… you did a lot of those undercover jobs?" "I did." He is trying to change the subject and pretend the conversation about his past and my future had never happened. Neither of us want to talk about this… "Like what?" "What exactly are you asking me, Dean?" I smile mischievously at him and he grins back at me. "I was curious…" He takes a step closer to me. "What falls under the 'necessary' category… What kind of lines would you cross to do your… job…" "All of them." I wink at him. "And it's not me crossing them. Going under is like… acting… It's not me…" "It wasn't you last night? Is this what you are saying?" "It was not… not exactly… it's complicated… but mostly… not me…" "And is it you right now or all of this is just another job for you?" His body is too close to mine and it takes me several seconds to understand his question. Flashes from last night flood my mind… again. His hands around my waist… His hot breath on my neck… His fingers caressing my thigh… He looks at me and something flashes in his eyes for a split second. I bet he too just remembered last night. If I didn't know better I would think I see jealousy in his eyes too. But despite his earlier admission he is definitely not the type to catch feelings. So definitely not jealousy. Right? It is just the game he plays around women. So… I don't know why… Maybe because the images of him kept me awake all night… But I decidе to play along…

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I stand on my tiptoes and whisper slowly in his ear. "I have a bunker to fix… and a book to translate... But we both know… that this situation… is way too complicated to call it just a job." "Emi…" He whispers in return. His voice is low and full of warning. "Be careful… You are playing with fire here…" "Am I now?" I challenge back with a smile and lower myself from my tiptoes. I hear his sharp intake of breath when I just pass by him and exit the kitchen. It's obvious he didn't expect that. I smile to myself… Touché! Two can play this game… I know I have to be careful around him… I have to keep the distance between us… But it feels good to shut him up for once. "Sam! Do you want to help me with that book?"

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Chapter 9: Fairytales

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: Between episode 9 of season 10 "The Things We Left Behind" and episode 10 of season 10 "The Hunter Games"

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

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

The boys have been really quiet today. I can hear them whispering every time I pass near the library opening. After they had returned from the case that Castiel needed help with, they had focused all their efforts to find some way to get rid of The Mark. They are trying to keep me away from it and I don't actually have any intention of getting involved in this. But the whispering and the conspiratorial looks are a little annoying. And I'm really bored. It's the middle of December. The holidays are near and I need some distraction to keep me from thinking about my family. So… a couple of days ago, I decided that I'm going to randomly sneak on them, just to annoy them.

They are looking at the screen of Sam's laptop. I see the webpage of a local museum. "We need to figure out a way to get in there. It will not be easy. Those museums have some serious security systems in place. And there is no way we can go in unnoticed in the middle of the day." Sam says. "I can get you in." I say and both of the Winchesters jump from their seats. Sam quickly closes the laptop and looks at me. "I'm serious. I can get you in." I repeat. When no one replies I continue. "I'm not asking why or what or any other question about the specifics… I'm just offering my help." The brothers look at each other, have their private silent conversation. I used to do the same with my sister when we were little. I think we lost this ability a while ago. "Ok." Sam says. "So… where is this museum?" I ask "How far away from here?" "35 miles give or take." Dean answers. "I need exact distance." "37 miles, which is 59.5 kilometers from here." Sam answers this time, quickly realizing the line of my questioning. "What are we talking about? A creature or an artifact?" "You said you are not asking questions…" Sam protests. "An artifact." Dean replies quickly, shrugging his shoulders. "Looking or stealing?" "Stealing." "Do you know where it is?" "Yes. In a private office on the second floor." "Ok…" My mind is working quickly formulating a plan. I miss this part. Creating a plan… Doing something… "This should work."

"This should work." Ema says. I can literally see the wheels in her brain spinning. She sits in front of Sam's laptop, opens it and starts to type quickly. Then she reaches for the phone in her pocket and dials some number without explaining anything. "How do you plan for us to get in?" Sam asks and she points to the laptop's screen where a page about a Christmas Gala is opened. "Hello! My name is Mariana and I'm a personal assistant of Lady Allina Starcoff." She starts talking to someone on the phone using a perfect Eastern European accent. "She is very interested of your charity and she would like to help about your cause." She is deliberately making some small mistakes while she is speaking. "A Christmas Gala? Let me check her schedule. Yes. She has no event in this day." … "Yes." … "We have some security conditions. You understand…" She presses some keys on the keyboard. "I just send you an email." … "Yes… Two. Is that a problem?" … "Ok. That's wonderful. I'll inform her." … "Thank you and good luck with the gala." She ends the call.

"Lady Starcoff will be escorted by her two bodyguards to The Annual Christmas Gala of The Museum of Foreign Art." She announces. "Who, the hell, is Lady Starcoff?" I ask, not getting what exactly is happening. "Lady Allina Starcoff, princess of Moravia, at your service." She curtsies. "Wait a minute! What?" Sam asks with wide eyes. "You are planning to steal the identity of a European royalty? There will be press there. And someone may know her. The Moravian royal family may not be the British one but they are still popular with all their charity work." My jaw drops and I stare at my brother. What the hell is going on here? He knows how this princess is. How? He looks at me and begins to explain. "Moravia was a country in Europe that existed in the 9th and 10th century, but its royal family is still around and kinda beloved. Princess Allina was presumed dead for 10 years. Her parents and she were in a car accident when she was little and everyone believed they all died. But then about 12 years ago she reappeared again." "They all died." We both look at Emilia waiting for an explanation. "Allina Starcoff is one of my aliases. And no matter what happens, it should not be burned. So… I'm taking a risk here and I trust you not to do anything to expose me." She looks at us from head to toe. "You will need suits - black. Black shirts. Black ties. Black shoes. All black."

Tonight is the night of The Gala and we are gathered in the library to go over the plan for the last time. We are going to The Gala with Ema's Jeep. She and Sam agreed that it is more appropriate for a royal. That's the first time they have agreed about something and I'm pissed that it's about my Baby. When we arrive at the Gala, one of us will stay with her, the other one will 'walk the perimeter' and then will go to the office and take the book we need. After an hour or two, we will leave and no one will ever know that we took this book. It sounds easy.

"How many bodyguards does a fake Moravian princess need?" I joke. I'm standing in the library dressed all in black. Sammy just rolls his eyes at my attempt at joking. "Well… It looks like exactly two." Ema's voice sounds behind us and we turn around to face her. My breath stops in my lungs when I see her. I'm used to seeing her in grain stained jeans and graphic t-shirts. I have never denied that she is a beautiful woman but now… now she is breathtaking. She is wearing a long satin dress in a deep green color with thin straps and a long slit going way above her left knee, and I mean way above it, showing her long leg. And high heels shoes. Fuck me! How am I supposed to concentrate on the plan tonight when she looks like this? "Dean, stop staring at me like you haven't seen a woman in a dress. And close your mouth before you start drooling all over the floor." Emilia says and passes by me heading to the stairs. "Well… I haven’t seen you in a dress… You look kinda different from what I'm used to…"

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The back of the dress is low showing her soft pale skin. Her coppery hair is twisted in an intriked way and gathered in the low of her neck leaving her back completely exposed. I have the strange urge to trail the length of her spine with my fingers… or maybe with my… Wait a minute! Coppery?! Ema’s hair is warm brown… "Your hair…" "Temporary dye…” Sam slaps my shoulder and brings me out of my daze. "Let's go!"

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"Are those daggers?" Sam asks through clenched teeth, referring to the embellishments entwined in Ema's hair. We have arrived at the museum and now Emilia is climbing the stairs to the main entrance of the building. There are photographers everywhere and some of the journalists seem to recognize her. She smiles and waves at them assuming the role of a princess without an effort. "No! Those are throwing spikes." She answers while smiling at the cameras barely moving her lips. "I'm not going completely unarmed on an infiltration operation when I don't even know what to expect of it." "Silver?" I ask. "And steel… the rings do not look well with that dress…" She smirks at me. This woman and her blades… It's… kinda sexy… We go inside and Sam is quick to give the invitation to the doorman. I hear Emilia's sharp intake of breath and see her posture stiffening. The man's eyes widen when he sees the name on the invitation and looks at Emilia with adoration. "Milady, thank you for supporting our cause. It means a lot to us." "It means a lot to me too." She smiles at him warmly. The man clears his throat and then he announces with a slightly trembling voice. "Her royal highness, Allina Starcoff, princess of Moravia." Every single person in the room turns to look at her while she descends the stairs. "Ok boys… Game on…"

We are greeted by an overly excited woman that makes an attempt of curtsying. She starts explaining with too many hand gestures the program for the evening. I had stopped listening to the woman but when I notice Ema's back going tense I start to pay attention to the conversation again. "He is?" Ema's voice is pleasant but I notice the hint of coldness in it. I know this voice. She uses it when she is in soldier mode. "Yes!" The woman answers and her excitement grows with every word. "He arrived about half an hour before you. I hope it's not too awkward for you… But I can't believe we have not just one but two royalties here tonight." After another five minutes the woman leaves us alone in search of the head of the museum so she can introduce him to Emilia. "Do we have a problem?" Sam asks before I can even formulate a question. "No." Emilia says quietly. "Who is this count?" Sam insists. "My ex… sort of…" Before Sam, or me in that matter, can ask any more questions, the woman returns with a bald man and introduces him to Emilia. They start talking about the museum and the work they do and that is the signal for one of us to leave and get the book. We check the coms that Emilia had given us and I tell Sam to go. I'm not leaving her out of my sight... Not when she looks like that... Not when her ex is here… Sam looks at me with a 'We need to talk about this later. I know what you are doing' look and goes to the stairs.

"We have a problem." I hear Sam's voice in my ear. "The b… the artifact is locked with some kind of biometric lock. We will need the director of the museum to open it." Ema is talking with yet another one of The Gala attendees but she looks at me and I understand her without any problem. "Looks like Em can open it." I say to my brother. "Dean, we had talked about this." Sam says. "We don't have a choice, Sammy… It's either her or we need to kidnap the director of the museum in the middle of The Gala…" He has no other choice but to agree with me and when he appears he stations himself on the other end of the hall. A man approaches the small group gravitating around Ema. "Allina!" I hear him through Ema's com. This must be the count. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" I can hear the venom hidden in his voice. Well… it looks like the separation was not smooth at all. "I'm well." Emilia's reply is polite but drained of any emotions. "How are you? It's really been a while since our last meeting." I can hear that there is more meaning behind their words. Things about the last time they have seen each other that only they know about. "Will you grant me the honor to dance with me?" "It would have been my pleasure, you know I can not refuse you, but unfortunately you will have to excuse me tonight. I'm not in the mood to dance." She curtsies barley and walks away from the group excusing herself. She makes her way to the hallway and Sam and I follow her. "What was that?" I'm quick to ask. "You mean, the hidden language of the court? I hate this part. But let's get that book of yours and get out of here before I'm forced to talk with Anton again." She starts climbing the steps to the second floor and we follow her. When she is on the top of the stairs she glances at Sam and he points her in the right direction. I enter the office after her and close the door. Sam stays down the hallway ready to warn us if someone is approaching. I point the glass library shelf to Ema. "It's the small brown leather one with the strange gold symbol embossed on the spine." She turns her back to me, pulls her phone from her clutch bag, connects it to the lock with a cable and starts typing on the screen. After a minute the phone beeps and the lock clicks open. I approach the shelf but before I can reach she grabs the book. "Incoming." Sam says in my ear. Emilia quickly closes the glass door of the library shelf and turns around bumping into me. We hear the door handle moving and she grabs me by the collar of my jacket and pulls me to her. I instinctively grab her by her waist, pinning her to the shelf behind her. My fingers are digging to her lower back, my other hand on her bare thigh, her leg is wrapped around me, our bodies so close that I can feel every rise and fall of her breasts pressed against me. My mouth is millimeters from the silky skin of her neck. Her skin is hot, her breathing - uneven and shallow.

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"Emi…" I breathe out, moving my hand even higher on her thigh. I try to grasp every inch of bare skin I can find. "What are you…" Fuck! I want this woman! Here! Now! The door opens and quickly closes and then opens again. "Look what we have here!" "Fuck!" Ema curses in my ear and her breath causes a shiver to go through my body. "Please, don't do anything stupid. I'll handle him. I can not burn this alias." She pleads. "Isn't that my gorgeous fiancée? With her bodyguard… again!" Now I recognize the voice. The count. Anton. Ema's ex… Fiancé? Ema gently pushes me away and straightens her dress. "Wait for me outside." She tells me looking straight in my eyes with determination. I straighten my jacket and that's when I realize she had put the book and her phone in my inner pocket. "You have forgotten two really important adjectives there." She says passing around me and strolling to the man. "Ex, and more importantly - fake, fiancée." I stop at the door but do not open it, deciding to remain in the room. "It looks like your poor taste in man has not changed a bit." The man continued speaking. "And I bet yours haven't either. Are you still fucking every pretty servant working for your parents? At least, I can bring mine to events like this…" He grabs her by her waist and pulls her flush against his chests. "You fucking tease… I'm going to show you…" Before I can move to stop him, she is already twisting his arm behind his back, bending him over the desk. "I have tried to be civil with you but I'm done trying." She says in his ear. "We had a business arrangement. And I had told you, from the very beginning, it would be just business. I would have never slept with you and I will never sleep with you. This is not happening! So keep your hands to yourself. And if you ever try to touch me again I'll break your fingers one by one. Are we clear?" He just nods frantically, clearly too scared to speak. "Are… we… clear?" Emilia repeats slowly, emphasizing every word. "Y… Yes." He manages to whisper. Damn! This woman is hot as hell! Emilia releases him and turns to the door. By the look on her face I see she hadn't realized I was still in the room. I just smile at her and open the door for her. She smiles back and walks out of the room.

It took us another hour after we took the book before we had managed to leave The Gala. Despite my interaction with Anton the night was not a total disaster. We have the book and my cover is still intact. "I can't read any of it." Sam says from the passenger seat of my Jeep. "Let me see." Dean says and shifts his eyes from the road to the book in his brother's hands. "Nope. Me neither." "Hm… Interesting…" I look over Sam's shoulder. The two of them turn around looking at me. The irony doesn't escape me. This all ended like it started. "It's some kind of a Slavic dialect. An old one but I can still read it." "Give her the book." Dean command. Sam hesitates for a long moment but then gives me the book. "How can you read it?" Sam asks "It's close enough to my native language." I realize that I have never told them where I'm from but they also had never asked. "You still believe this is all just a coincidence?" Dean asks his brother. "It's just legends and fairytales." I tell them while going through the book's pages with adoration. "It's written around 1825. That makes it extremely valuable because of the period. But I don't think you will find the thing you are looking for in it." "Can you translate it anyway?" Sam asks me and when I look at him I see the plea in his expression. I nod in confirmation.

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Chapter 8: Standing on Edge

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: After episode 9 of season 10 "The Things We Left Behind"

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

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

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I wake up covered in sweat. My hands are trembling and the distinct rusty smell of the blood is still lingering in my nose. I can still feel it sticking on my skin. Covering my hands… my face. I can still see the terrified look in Sam's eyes. The Mark on my hand is throbbing. It is calling to me. It demands to be released. For me to lose my hold on it… I wipe the sweat from my face with my t-shirt, get out of the bed and put some pants on. I need some air.

I hear the bunker's door opening but I do not even look to see which one of the Winchesters is coming out. I do not actually care. And I know for sure, whomever it is, he is not looking for me. And I'm more than sure I'll stay unseen in the darkness of the night. So I stand in my place at the edge of the rooftop of the tall building behind the bunker's entry. "What the fuck are you doing up there?" I hear Dean's voice. He is looking right at me. How does he know I'm here? "Looking into the abyss…" I answer him half joking.

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Being here on this edge… I'm scared to death… Frozen with fear… I know fears like this are irrational… But I also feel… I just feel… something… I'm not numb… and cold… and collected… and in control… "Has the abyss looked back?" Dean asks from the ground. "It just did." I mutter to myself and carefully take a step back from the parapet.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asks me once I'm back on the ground. "No." I answer simply. "Haven't go to bed yet. Just needed some air before I do." Dean is standing next to me looking at the watch on his wrist.

"It's 3:30 am." He announces and I just nod. "So… a night owl?" "You can say that. You know… It kinda comes with the job." "Yeah, it does, doesn't it." We stay there in silence for a long time watching the light of the town beyond the trees and when I'm about to go back inside and leave Dean alone, he says. "I never thanked you for taking care of Sammy's shoulder… Thank you... And I'm sorry for his behavior. He is not usually like this. Actually… usually I'm the asshole and he is the considerate and polite one." "Yeah… I noticed that the day we met." I smile sadly. "But you don't need to apologize for him. I get it and he is right to treat me like that. If some stranger comes and tells me he is going to kill my sister I would have probably tried to kill him myself a couple of times at that point." After a few more minutes of silence I'm preparing myself again to leave Dean alone but I'm stopped once again by his words. "You have a sister?" He asks. "Mhmm." I just mutter, my throat clenching at the thought of her. At least she is going to be safe and she will have a long and happy life. I know that for a fact because I made sure that she will be as far away from all of this as possible. Far away from that prophecy. Far away from The Order. Far away from this life. "Tell me about her. Tell me about your family." Dean asks. "No." I turn around but before I start walking to the bunker, Dean gently grabs my hand. "Please!" He pleads. "I need to know." I stair at his green eyes with confusion trying to find out why he is so interested in my family all of a sudden. "I need to know about the lives I'm going to destroy if I fail to control it." He whispers. I slowly relax my hand and Dean releases me as I move to my previous place next to him. After another long moment I start speaking. "My mom's side of the family has been part of The Order since the beginning. Bothe my grandma's and my grandpa's families. That's how they met. And they had worked for The Order until the days they died. My grandfather was an operator until he retired but he continued working as an operations adviser. My grandmother was a researcher. They are both gone now." I whisper remembering them so vividly after all the years. "How?" Dean asks. "Oh… nothing supernatural. Just life." I clear my throat. "When my mom was born, they decided that they would keep her away from this life, so they never told her about any of this. And she still has no idea of what they were really doing and what I'm doing. I never knew about it either, until I turned 18." "So… you are a legacy. Like us." "Yes." "And what do your parents think you do for a living?" "They believe I'm a software engineer. They believe I'm working for some big international company in the security sector." "It's not exactly a lie." He laughs. "My dad's part of the family is where the 'Warriors of the Fates' part is coming from, more accurately his mother's side. Her family has a long history of warriors and my father is no exception. He served in the army for 25 years and now even after his retirement is still working for them. My grandmother was the only one who knew about this particular part of our family history and she never told anyone. Not my grandfather, not my dad or my uncle, not my sister or my uncle's three daughters. She knew that I would be the one that would be chosen for some important task but she never told me how she knew it." I stop for a moment, recollecting the day that changed my life forever. The day I received the prophecy. "The day I turned 18…" I start again. "My cousin Shane gave me an envelope. He is about a year older than me so we practically grew up together. His mom is my mom's cousin and both his parents are members of The Order. My cousin had joined The Order after his 18th birthday and was somehow burdened with the task of giving me the envelope that changed my life." "The prophecy?" Dean asks and I nod. "But how it ended up in the hands of The Order." "I don't know. No one knows. They just found it one day with instructions to give it to me."

"And that's how I joined The Order." I finish my story after a long pause. "You have been in this business for too long. You are good at all that spy thing." He laughs. "You had talked for an hour and you technically answered my question but at the same time you didn't tell me anything personal." I smile at him realizing he was right… "You hadn't told me about your sister." He looks at me. "Does she know anything about this?" "My sister knows everything." I start, making sure no emotion escapes into my voice. "But she is not part of this life. She is living a normal life. She has a husband, a boring job and a beautiful house. And she is going to have a family away from all of this, away from the legacies of both of our parents' families. My only job is to make sure of that. My only job is to keep her safe. And I did that… I made sure no one in my family will ever receive a prophecy again… Never again…" That last part I whisper to myself. "You made a deal…" This is not a question. "You made a deal with the angels to protect them… Your life… for theirs…" I don't answer. He doesn't need me to. He already knows the answer.

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"I can relate to that… The part about protecting your family… your sister…" He looks at me and I know he can understand.

I'm not even sure why I had spilled out my family history in front of him. He doesn't need to know about them, he doesn't need to know what this prophecy will do to them. He is not my friend. I'm just the backup plan, the tool to stop him when he can no longer stop himself. And he is my mission and I need to focus on that. I can not afford to be distracted from the end result and I can not afford to hesitate when the time comes. But keeping my distance from him already proves to be a difficult task… If I'm to be completely honest with myself… lately I don't need to stand on the edge of a rooftop just to feel something… and… that's dangerous… But I want him to know, this is not actually his fault… "Dean, I just wanted to show you that our destiny had been forged generations ago and there is nothing that you or I can do about it… You did what you had to do and you saved a lot of people… I'll do what I have to do for the same reason… We are not going to get 21 gun salutes for this… It is what it is… If it wasn't this it would be something else… But… Being you… Makes it even harder…" I turn around and head to the bunker's door. Dean does not try to stop me this time.

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Chapter 7: The Fates

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, violence

Episode mapping: During episode 9 of season 10 "The Things We Left Behind"

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

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

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You made egg-white omelets?" Sam muses as Dean puts a plate in front of him. "Yeah. Breakfast of Champions… you know, if you're a dork like you." He does not offer me one, he already learned I have a coffee for breakfast. The only thing that can tempt me are pancakes… I lean on the counter sipping my "breakfast" and listen to the conversation between the Winchesters. By now, I'm used to being ignored by Sam and Dean knows better than to try to talk to me before I have at least one coffee in my system. Seeing them like that makes me remember how much I miss my sister… "And you slept past 7:00?" "Yeah, well, until we get answers on this Mark of Cain, I am on a 12-step program not to backslide." "12 steps?" I glance at them, intrigued to hear about those steps myself. "Yeah!" Dean starts. "Hey, if Cain found a way to live with it after going dark side, then I just got to find a way to keep it in check. So… I haven't had a drink in a week, eight hours of rack time every night, and...now this masterpiece." He points at the plates on the table. "That's three steps." Sam states. Well… they are actually four… he didn't mention the women… "Shut up and eat." Dean is quick to reply. "Wow. That's… that's awesome." I hide my smile behind my cup, of course Sam would like that kind of "food". "It's crap!" Dean exclaims and I'm not able to hide my laughter this time. He glares at me and I raise my hands in defense, almost spilling the remaining of my coffee. "Ugh… God!" He grumbles in frustration. "Soon as we get rid of this demonic tramp stamp, I am back on the booze, burgers, women and… more booze." Here it is… I huff to myself going to the kitchen's door. "Tell me you got something." I hear him pleading to his brother before I walk into the mainframe's room.

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It's around 3am. when I walk into the library on my way to the bunker's door. The boys are asleep on the couches. Sam is out cold with his laptop on his lap, his head slump on his shoulder. Dean is sleeping on the other couch, an open book on his chest. I slowly pick the laptop from Sam's legs, setting it on the table and drape the blanket sitting next to him over his sleeping body. Then I go to Dean, picking up the book and finding some paper to mark the spot he is on before shutting it up and putting it next to the laptop. I grab a blanket and gently drape it over him. He takes my hand when I tuck the blanket over his chest. "Emi?" He asks sleepily. I glance down at him, surprised by the nickname. His eyes are closed and he is apparently asleep but he is gripping my hand tightly. I carefully run my fingers through his hair and he relaxes, his grip on my other hand loosening enough so I can pull it away. I quietly go up the stairs and out of the bunker.

"Ema, we are going out." Dean pokes his head through the slightly opened door of the bunker's mainframe room. "We'll be back in a few days. Am… you have fun with this mess, I guess." I just glare at him and he leaves the room laughing. He started calling me 'Ema' and sometimes even 'Emi' a few days ago, after that night in the library, but only when we are alone. I think he isn't even realizing he is doing that.

The prior weeks were calm. The boys have not been on any cases and were buried in research going through The Men of Letters archives. They never told me what they were looking for but I already knew it anyway. I have done the same thing myself after I realized the prophecy is real. I went through every book and every document available in The Order's headquarter in Prague. And then I repeated the same process with the one in Tokyo. And there was no information about The Warriors of The Fates except that those are chosen families meant to rise in the time of great need… and the fact that those warriors are destined to die, sacrificing themselves. But with all my research I was not able to find a single name or a single story about such sacrifice. The truth is, that there was a time I didn't believe any of this. But then, small things started happening and proving time after time that this prophecy is legit. I had 15 years to accept my destiny and I had gone through every phase. I know now that it is inevitable. But seeing them trying to fight it makes a little spark of hope flutter in my chest. I even make my share of searching for more information about the Mark of Cain in The Order's systems. I found nothing new… as expected. I have to kill this hope! I know better! I can't afford to be distracted!

The boys are now leaving to meet with Castiel after an emergency call. Castiel is an angel… I don't know why I'm surprised that they have an angel for a friend. The angels are not usually hanging around with humans but if someone is going to have an angel friend that would be the Winchesters.

"Is ketchup a vegetable?" Cas asks. "Hell yes!" I answer without hesitation. We are sitting in a diner after he had called us with some urgent matter. It turned out to be that Clair, the daughter of his vessel, had dodged him. "How are you, Dean?" "Fine." He tilts his head in disbelief. "I'm great!" I try to lie again. Maybe if I repeat it enough times I will believe it too. "No, you are not." He simply states. He has always been able to see through me. "Yeah, well, I lost the black eyes, so that's a plus. But I still have this." I pat on The Mark on my right forearm. It is barely visible under the sleeve of my shirt but I don't need to see it in order to feel its calling. "Is The Mark of Cain still affecting you?" "Cas, I need you to promise me something! If I do go dark side, you have to take me out!" "What do you mean?" Cas asks me with concern. "Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin' sun, whatever. And don't let Sam get in the way, because he'll try. I can't go down that road again, man… I can't be that thing again." And I'm not going to let Emilia die for this either. If I can keep her far away from this, maybe she will be ok. She never told us what would happen to her except that Sam is supposed to kill her after she kills me. And right now, I think he would. I think he might try it even before that… "Dean…" Cas starts "There are things that the angels can not be involved with. And the destruction of The Mark of Cain is one of them." "Of course you are." I sigh with frustration. "Stopping me is a job for A Warrior of The Fates, right! I'm tired of this bullshit!" I slam at the table. "Wait! What? How do you know about The Warriors of The Fates?" I forgot that he doesn't know about Ema. "Well… because there is one back at the bunker. And she claims that a prophecy has told her that she is going to kill me when I lose control of that fucking thing again." I spit the words angry with the situation. "Wait! How do you know about them? Sam and I have been trying to find any information about them and there is nothing. Nothing on them, nothing on The Mark, just nothing!" Castiel hesitates for a moment before starting to speak. "The Fates…" He starts "They are a special division in the angels' ranking… Do you remember the Titanic incident with Balthazar" "You mean those Fates!? That were killing innocent people!?" "It's… kind of complicated…" He hesitates again before continuing. "When the religions are saying that God has a plan for everyone, they are partially right and completely wrong. Think about God as a writer. He writes stories and in every story, there are main characters and some side characters. Some of those stories are not completely finished. There are some… plot holes. Sometimes God has made some small mistakes in the story, sometimes he just got bored with the story and abandoned it. The job of The Fates is to fix those stories so they may continue. And most of the time they do it without too much trouble. But there are cases when God has not entirely abandoned the story but has written himself in a situation without an obvious solution. For those cases The Fates are allowed to use additional characters. Since the beginning of time they have used special family bloodlines for this purpose. They protected them, nurtured them and bred them, so they could create the ultimate saviors. So they can use them when there is no other option. In fact, it seems your family is one of God’s favorite stories or you are one of those warriors. You check all the marks - the firstborn of two strong family lines." "So my life is just a badly written story? Is that what you are saying?" I yell at him but he says nothing, his eyes full with sympathy. "But why there is no information about any of those warriors? If they are the ultimate saviors, why has no one ever heard about them?"

"Because… God didn't like anyone but him to create the main characters. The Fates found a loophole. They created those saviors but they always had to die executing their missions or soon after that. And no record of their actions was ever preserved. Even the prophecies that they receive are enchanted so no one could ever know about them, so no one would ever believe them. There are some rare cases that people believe them but if that happens the records are always destroyed and they are lost for history forever." "So those people have no choice and they save the world and nobody knows about it!" "They always have a choice! Of course they do! God gave mankind free will… But I never heard of anyone refusing their calling…" "Is there any way to stop it?" I ask "Is there any way to prevent her from dying?" "No..."

"Dean?" I'm on my knees in the middle of the living room. The smell of blood is stuck in my nose. My hand is gripping the handle of the knife hard.

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"Dean. Hey!" I recognize the voice of my brother. He is kneeling in front of me, his hands gripping my face, his eyes searching. "Tell me you had to do this!" He pleads. "I didn't … I didn't mean to." "No! Tell me it was them or you!" He is begging for an explanation, for me to have some logical reason. But I have none. I had lost control. And he knows it. And that terrifies him. "Not a word to Emilia." He looks at Cas and Cas nods. Emilia… she will need to do her job really soon. And I can not allow that. I need to control this better. I need to find a way to save her. She is not dying because of me. She is not just a minor character in God's broken story.

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Chapter 6: A Girl Stuck in a Bunker

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, miner injury

Episode mapping: This chapter takes place during several episodes - episode 5 of season 10 "Fan Fiction", episode 6 of season 10 "Ask Jeeves", episode 7 of season 10 "Girls, Girls, Girls", episode 8 of season 10 "Hibbing 911"

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

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

After a half an hour argument between Dean and Sam, a couple days after we first met, I was allowed to have my phone and my laptop back.

Another five days after that, I was granted permission to take some adapters, cables and tools from my car but Sam was with me the entire time.

After two weeks living together in the bunker, Sam accepted the fact that he cannot follow me everywhere and watch my every move.

He is still barely talking to me and throws me measuring looks every time we pass each other in the hallway.

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The boys are on a hunt, some drama teacher went missing after rehearsal, and I'm buried in cables, gears and tools. I had connected to the bunker's mainframe and am trying to figure out what is wrong with it. The poor thing has not been upgraded since the 1940s. So… I took the drastic decision to make some improvements while I'm searching for the main problem. This is exactly how I ended up tangled in an inferno of wires. And this is how the boys find me when they come back from the case. "Wow… Is that what you did when we were gone? Are you sure you know what you are doing?" "Yes, I'm sure…" I pick my head from under the counter. "Oh my God! And those glasses! You are trying to check all the nerdy boxes or something?" "Glasses or no glasses, I can still…" I start with a cold tone but when I look at Dean, I see the sneer on his face "Oh! You think you're funny?" "I know for a fact that I am!" "You are not." I say but the smile on my face contradicts my words. "How was the case?" "It was… strange… even for us."

I'm laughing uncontrollably after Dean finished telling me about the case. Yes… I'm laughing with the man I'm going to kill… My attempts to keep him away are not going as well as expected. "There are books about you! And they did their own interpretation of your lives!? In a musical!? I… I can't… That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I'll have to check those books…" "Don't you even dare!" I return my focus to my work but I keep randomly bursting into laughter in the next few hours. This is hilarious! Books and musicals! I'll definitely have to find those books. That's an interesting concept, a prophet turned author. Did some person like this Chuck, have also written my prophecy? And if so, did they know more about how I am supposed to stop the unstoppable Knight of Hell? But even if they did… this was at least 15 years ago… and since there can be only one prophet at a time… and the boys know at least two… Another dead end…

"What the hell?" I hear Dean yelling from the kitchen. I rush through the maze of hallways and almost bump into Sam on the kitchen's doorway. "Dean? What's going on?" Sam asks. "What's going on?! What the hell is this!" He points to the countertop.

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"An espresso machine, obviously." I answer and roll my eyes with annoyance. He scared the shit out of me! And for what!? He is such a drama queen. "I can no longer drink this vomit you Americans call coffee." "But…" "I'm not forcing you to use it! Yours is still there. You can keep using it. But I can't." I turn around and head to the door. I see Sam trying to contain his smile. He is really enjoying this situation but will never show it in front of me. "How did this appear here?" He asks instead. "Online shopping, Sam… Don't worry. I ordered just a coffee machine… No weapons… I promise…" "You ordered it here!?" "I picked it up from the delivery center in town… I'm not stupid! I know how to keep a bunker a secret, remember?"

My schedule is an infinite loop of little to no sleep, coffee in large doses, coding, debugging and searching through every corner of the bunker's system I can think about, more coffee and pizza. And then again. And again. The boys had been on a couple of hunts, but the way they are searching for cases is inefficient. They go through the internet and local news sites for unusual occurrences. I thought all the bunkers have a notification system… But maybe this one is too old for that… Maybe I should write them an algorithm for this.

I notice Sam is carefully watching Dean. Again. He started to do that after their last case. Something had happened that made Sam worried. But he will never tell me. All I know is that it was a case involving a shifter. It sounded like an Agatha Christie novel. The maid turns out to be the daughter of the late rich lady and a shifter. And was planning to kill all her greedy family members. She had tricked the boys by giving them fake silverware and they were not able to identify her as the shifter until much later. "That's why I'm always wearing my rings." I told Dean while sitting on the couch. "This one is silver, the other one - iron, and this one - steel." But something else had happened on that case that makes Sam worry about Dean. "There is still time. At least 5 months. Maybe more." I say to Sam when we happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. "I'm not going to let you kill him. I'll find another way." Is the only thing he says to me and walks out of the room. "Do you honestly believe that I want to do it?" I mutter to myself.

"Em, we are going." Dean shouts. The boys were digging through the Men of Letters archive for the past 4 days. When they are in the bunker, I spend a lot of time with Dean. Sometimes just sitting in the library, other times he stays with me for hours in the mainframe room, exchanging stories and talking about old cases. And here they are going again on a hunt. I have left the bunker a couple of times to go to town for supplies or for the next package of equipment or gear for the bunker's upgrade but for the most time I was stuck in here.

"Ok, sit here. Easy, be careful." The boys are back. I walk in the library and see Sam sitting on the edge of the table, an arrow sticking from his right shoulder. "What happened?" "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." Dean answers me. Sam is ignoring me, like usual. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam declares. I'm going to leave the room and leave them to handle it themselves when I see Dean preparing to try and break the arrow. "Stop!" I yell before he can cause irreversible damage to his brother's shoulder. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." I try to wipe my hands clean of all the grime while I walk to them. My efforts are in vain so I grab some medical gloves from the first aid kit. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam tries to protest. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!" I cut him off, frustrated. He is so unbelievably stubborn! "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I explain, seeing their confusion. "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." Dean retorts playfully. "Really?" I look at him and roll my eyes. Those boys are dancing on my nerves today. "Now! The belt!" While Dean is unbuckling his belt I start to unroll the tail of the carbon arrow. When Dean gives me his belt I make Sam bite on it. "I'm not..." He tries to protest again but I just tilt my head to the side and look at him with a 'oh, you are' look. I had enough with his attitude for today. He seems to understand because he just does as I had told him. The younger Winchester is too tall and I can not pull out the arrow from this angle so I climb on the table. "Are you ready, big guy?" I ask Sam. He stiffens but I don't wait for his answer before swiftly pulling the arrow out. He grunts and clenches his teeth. "Затова беше коланът." I whisper. *That's what the belt was for.* I climb down from the table and see that Dean is staring at me with wide eyes. I take Sam's left hand and make him put pressure on the wound. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" Dean just nods, still staring at me. I ignore him, remove the gloves and go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" I yell.

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I make Sam sit on the edge of the table. We had been injured too many times but an arrow, that is something new. "What happened?" Em enters the library. "It was an accident. We were at this sheriff's retreat and there was a weapons exhibit. One of the deputies didn't know how to handle a crossbow." I explain. "Need help with it?" "I don't need and I don't want your help." Sam's distrust and animosity towards her hadn't changed with the past few weeks. It was not like him at all. I'm preparing to break the tail of the arrow like I have seen in the movies but I freeze when I hear a sharp "Stop!" Emilia is strolling through the room towards us. "It looks like you don't have an idea how to handle an arrow too..." She fails to wipe her hands in her jeans so she grabs some gloves from the first aid kit. She is covered in grime and dust, her hair in the usual braid, her glasses perched on her nose. The bunker's mainframe must have not been cleaned like… ever. I realize she has been stuck in that small room for more than a month now. "I said, I do not want your help." Sam repeats again. "Oh my god! I don't care! Now shut up!" This woman definitely has some sass in her, when she is not trying to hold back and act like a soldier. This is the first time I have seen her snap like that. "It's an arrow made of carbon. Unless you have a flex or a wire cutter, you are not going to break it!" I never in a million years imagined that someone talking about power tools would turn me on so badly! "Dean, move aside! And give me your belt." "If you want me naked, you just have to say so." I retort but I'm surprised by her taking charge of the situation like that. "Really?" She glares at me through her glasses. "Now! The belt!" I just shrug and give her the belt. She unscrews the tail of the arrow. Hm, so that's how it's done? Then she makes Sam bite the belt. "I'm not.." Sam starts to protest but obviously the look on Emilia's face makes him shut up. The look on his face is one of fury. The next second she climbs on the table which makes my jaw drop. Her left knee is on Sam's right side, her right knee… between my brother's legs. She is practically straddling his leg. Sam visibly stiffens and stares at me over her shoulder in shock. The look on my face mirrors his. "Are you ready, big guy?" Em acks and I arch my brow. Before Sam can even react, she jerks the arrow from his shoulder. Sam grunts and Em mutters something before hopping down from the table. She grabs Sam's other hand and makes him put pressure on his shoulder then she turns to me. The shock and disbelief on my face must be obvious but she completely ignores it. "Now, you can treat it like a bullet wound. You know what to do with this, right?" I nod and she turns around and leaves the room tossing the medical gloves in the bin next to the door. "And make sure he puts it in a sling!" She yells from the hallway. "Did she… Did she just climbed on you, straddled you and called you a 'big guy'?" Sam chokes. "Well…" I look at the doorway where she had disappeared. "She is hot when she is bossy."

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Chapter 5: So many questions, so little answers

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: After episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

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

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

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I spent the past couple of hours answering all Sam's questions.

"How are you supposed to kill him? The Mark will not just let him die so easily." "I don't know yet."

"When is that happening?" "I'm not sure but not before the spring." "Why the spring?" "Because I will not be 33 until then."

"I need to see that prophecy. I may find something to stop it." "You can not. No one can see it except the one that it is about. I can not recite it to you, I can not write it down. There are some strange rules about all of it. I can tell you all the conclusions that I had made and all the situations that it turns out to be right but not the exact words of it." "So this is just your interpretation of the words? You can be totally wrong about all of this?" "I'm not. Not about this." "How, the hell, are you so calm? It will be your death too?" "I had enough time to accept my fate."

"Tell me about this stuff with the bunker. Do you know what's happening with it?" "Not yet. But I will." "How? Do you have any idea how it even works?" "I do... I have a pretty good idea how it works and I have a degree in Engineering and Computer Science, if that will help to convince you I know what I'm doing." "No way! She is going to get along with Charlie pretty well." Until this moment, Dean had been silent for hours. I almost forgot that he is still in the room. At some point, the boys had uncuffed me but I never moved from the chair. After everything that happened today, I'm dying for coffee. At that moment I realized I'm never going to have a good cup of coffee ever again. I will have to do something about that. I'm not going to live my last months coffee deprived. No way! Priorities, right? I'm annoyed, again, and exhausted. All the blood lost from earlier and this interrogation are not a good combination. And… that makes me crave coffee even more. Really? You are thinking about coffee? Now!? Not about the fact you will die!!! Soon!!! Shit! I realize that when I'm in a difficult or unpleasant situation I rely on the coffee. I'm definitely addicted to that stuff. Well it is better to think about coffee than to think about all the other things… I can not afford to do it… Not right now… I had stopped paying attention to the boys a while ago. Apparently Sam had asked me something and now is waiting for an answer.

"That's enough, Sam! She is probably exhausted. Emilia, I'll show you to one of the rooms so you can rest." Dean stands from his chair and riches for my bag, but Sam stops him. "We have to search it first." "Really? She could have killed us on the road if she wanted to do that. You know, when her hand was practically on her gun." "It's ok. Search it." Sam opens my bag, raises his brow in amusement and starts pulling out packing cubes. Yeah, I know, I may have a mild OCD… He opens the first cube and goes through my t-shirts looking for weapons. He meticulously goes through everything but when he reaches for the last one he freezes. It's the one with my underwear. I almost lost my composure and burst into laughter. "I have no problem checking this one." Dean announces. Keeping my neutral face is getting harder and harder. Dean is confirming my initial assessment about him. He is a player! Sam only rolls his eyes and quickly checks the last cube.

"Here you are. It's not much but it has a bed and a bathroom. The kitchen is that way. Ahm… the main area is…" "I'm familiar with the layout, Dean." "Oh, yeah. Of course you are. I'll leave you to it then. Tell me if you need anything."

I close the door and go back to the library. Sam is waiting for me there.

"She is not staying here! I don't trust her and I don't think it's safe for you." "Sammy, you heard her. She is not dangerous. And obviously, she can not go back to Europe until she fixes the bunker." "Don't tell me you believe her!" "Oh, I do! I think she knows what she is talking about. But I also know that you are going to do your own research about everything she said. And… we don't have a choice anyway." "Dean, what are we going to do if she is telling the truth?" "If she's telling the truth we will have nothing to do. And when the time comes, she is going to stop me. If she's telling the truth, and she can stop me, I'm not leaving her side." "I'm not letting her kill you! I'll find another way. There is always another way." "Maybe not this time, Sammy. Maybe not this time…" "I'm not letting you die! You understand! I am not! Even if I have to kill her to stop it…"

I'm alone for the first time since I killed the werewolves. It had been just this morning. I look at my watch… just 14 hours ago and it feels like a lifetime. Days like this one tend to feel endless. Days that set your life on a path ending with your demise. I stare at the date. Isn't that ironic? October 11. Exactly 6 months to my birthday. Exactly 6 months until I'm 33. I had known for almost 15 years that my 33rd birthday would be my last one. And I may have said many times that I have accepted my fate and my destiny but the fact is, I haven't realized the full meaning of that until now. In less than 18 months I'm going to die. I'll never see my family again. I'm never going home. This is where it will end. And I finally know who will be the monster I'm destined to stop... And why… He is not a monster at all. They had told me about the reasons Dean had taken The Mark. He had done what he needed to do and now he is wearing one of the most dangerous marks on his arm. It will not be his fault. He is just going to lose control. And all hell will break loose after that. This is going to be harder than I imagined…

I have been standing at the edge of the bed, lost in my thoughts, for almost an hour. My abdomen starts to hurt again and that pulls me out of my head. I start rummaging through my bag in a search for some painkillers. I get out some clean clothes and the medicine kit. Thank God I have packed some of the good stuff. The witches are pretty good with all the pills and lotions and things. I change my bloodied jeans with clean ones and I remove the plaid shirt. The bandages on my stomach are tight and I wander to the bathroom to use the mirror to remove them and clean up the wounds. I manage to remove all of the dressings and look at my abdomen for the first time since the attack. It's bad. And really huge. "The four blood lines". The prophecy is right on point again. Well, I thought that this 'blood lines' are going to be something else entirely… some old family lines or something like that… but… well… the prophecy is like one big riddle… I take a breath and open the jar with the lotion. This is definitely going to leave a scar no matter how good the witches' magic is. I hear a knock on the door and before I can answer, Dean is entering the room. "I just want to check if you need… Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't realize…" "It's ok. Just give me a second to… Fuck…" In my attempt to hurry I poke at my wound too hard. "Let me see that." Dean is standing on the doorway of the bathroom. He turns me around to face him and examine my shredded stomach. "It doesn't look infected. That's the good news. But it will definitely leave a scar. What's that?" He asks when he sees the jar with the strange looking content. "I'm not exactly sure." I admit. "Something the witches had concocted for situations like this. It should speed up the healing process. But yeah, I think this will leave some scars. At least, I know for sure, it's not going to kill me. That's your brother's task…" He looks at me with amusement and puzzlement in his green eyes at my attempt at joking. Oh, those eyes… I'm definitely in trouble… "Too soon?" I ask with a smile. "You are… something else!" He chuckles.

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AN: Hey! I hope you like the story so far!

Thank you for all the support! I get exited for every like, comment and reblog.

This story has been in a work for s long time, mostly in my head. So I decided to write it down just to get it out of my mind. I always had an overactive imagination they say.

So... The story was collecting dust for a while but I kept going back to it and revisited it from time to time.

I'm not too good with words. I have always been thinking more in pictures. And then I started to experiment with different AIs for image creation - mostly trying to break them and test their limits. But eventually, I realized I can create images for my story and I got overly exited.

That's how we are now here.

I'm still learning how this thing is working, so excuse all the mistakes I'll inevitably make along the way.

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Chapter 4: The Order

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: After episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

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

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

"Checking biometric data…" a male voice comes from the car's speakers. "Identity confirmed. Hello, Emilia. Loading your last destination…" "Change the destination to mission location." I say to the computer. "Destination changed. 40 miles to the target, which is 64 kilometers" the computer announces. "Yeh, like I don't know that already." I mutter under my breath. "Seatbelt." I say to Sam. "What?" He is looking at the car's dashboard with astonishment. "Put the seatbelt on." I repeat and he looks at me, realizing that I already have mine in place. He puts his on and I start the car. After 10 minutes of driving in silence, Sam says. "When you said a car, I didn't imagine that. I have never seen anything like this." Well… I can not deny that the matt black Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Rubicon is kind of impressive and with all the customizations it is not something you can see every day.

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"How is it that it recognizes your voice commands? And it shows everything in both miles and in kilometers." Despite everything Sam just can't hold back his curiosity. "It's a voice assistant. And I made some improvements before I came here. On top of everything else that was done to it." "What do you mean?" "Well… You don't think I have only one gun and a couple of knives, do you?" The pain is getting worse with every minute but I keep my focus on the Impala in front of me. "So… there are more weapons here? Is that why you so desperately wanted us to get it?" "No, damn it!" I'm starting to lose my temper. "I wanted you to get it, because there are things in this car that can not fall into the wrong hands. So they are protected. And if someone has the brilliant idea to try to steal that car it will protect itself. I stop for a second and when I see the look at Sam's face I know that he has no idea what I'm trying to say. I sigh and continue. "There is a self destruction mechanism… It will blow up." He is finally looking at me with understanding.

"So… What do you have?" "I suppose pretty much the same as you do in the Impala. For example…" I press several buttons on the dashboard and after a couple of seconds the console between the front seats opens, revealing a shotgun and 2 boxes with 12 rock salt buckshot each. "I'll have no problem handling a ghost." I push the buttons again and the shotgun disappears. "And what about that?" Sam looks at the bag in the back seat. "Those are my clothes." I smile.

I park the Jeep in front of the bunker. Dean is already out of his car and is coming to us. I take a breath and pull out the key from the ignition. I climb out of the vehicle without any grace and almost stumble on the ground. My legs are wobbly and the pain is making everything fuzzy. But I straighten my back and resume my stand with my hands clasped behind me. Sam grabs the bag from the backseat and emerges from the other side of the vehicle. The brothers start walking and I follow. Dean is in front of me, Sam is behind, never lowering his gun.

"So… talk!" Dean commands me and gives me two pills and a glass of water. I take the pills and swallow them. I'm sitting in a chair in the main area of the bunker. Sam had insisted on taking me to the devil's trap room, but Dean deemed it unnecessary, so, as a compromise, I was cuffed to the chair.

"In 1878, after significant changes in the geopolitics map of Europe, the Men of Letters desidet to drastically change too. There was the revolutionary idea to work side by side with the hunters and with the Witches' High Council. The British chapter, however, was strongly against this idea. They started a vicious campaign to stop it at any cost. There were massacres of witches and there was a real threat that the situation could escalate and restart the witch-hunts. So the British chapter of the Men of Letters was allowed to separate itself from the other parts. The leaders of the American chapter saw their opportunity and also negotiated their autonomy. The Order was formed in Europe and Asia. The headquarters of The European Division of The Order is in Prague in a bunker just like this one. There are other smaller bunkers in other countries. The European Division is also responsible for the Middle East. The Asian Division's headquarters is situated in Japan. The British chapter of the Men of Letters isolated themselves and the Americans had their freedom too. An agreement was signed. The three separate organizations will not interfere with the work and the government of each other in fear of starting a new dark ages. However The Order and The American chapter of the Men of Letters continued to work together and exchange information, knowledge, and technologies. Until the Americans were wiped out overnight. A protocol was activated automatically and locked down all the bunkers in the States and an observation system was started so that The Order was notified if there was a threat to any of the facilities. Over the years, members of The Order were sent to investigate different signals, but they were always insignificant events or nothing at all. There were a couple of demonic break in attempts but none of them were successful. About three weeks ago we received a signal that this bunker was attacked by demons. So I was sent here to investigate and, if needed, to neutralize the threat and secure and lock the bunker again. I never found what had triggered the alarm but I figured if you were here you had handled it." I finish my explanation. The boys exchange looks between themselves. They obviously know what has triggered the alarm. "Nice history lesson." Dean snorts. "What about the part about you killing Dean?" Sam asks. "Well... That's another history lesson." I declare and Dean rolls his eyes. "My father's side of the family is something called 'Warriors of the Fates'. In every couple of generations, a member of my family line receives a prophecy predicting their lives and usually the task that they're given. In most cases, something that will change the course of history. I have received such a prophecy and everything it predicted had happened. The last part, the most important part, says that I will be the only one that will be able to kill some unstoppable dark monster." "And how do you know that that monster is Dean?" Sam asks. I look at Dean's arm and that's the only answer he needs. "He may never become like Cain! He may find a way to resist this mark and to control it." Sam protests but his brother doesn’t. I stay silent. How am I supposed to convince Sam that his brother will become something unspeakable? If I was in his place, I would never believe it. "Sammy, we both know that this is not true." Dean answers instead of me. "I already went down this path. And the fact that she is here just confirms the inevitable." "And I brought you back. And I'll do it again. As many times as I need to. We have no proof that you are the thing she is supposed to kill. It could be not related to us at all. We are talking about a prophecy for God's sake! A prophecy! It might not be real at all!" "Really? You believe that?" "And since when do you believe in prophecies? In destiny? In all this 'someone already decided it and we have no choice' bullshit?"

"I know it will all start when I'm bounded by 64 and four blood lines." I say softly and my words stop their argument.

We are all silent for a long time after that.

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Chapter 3: The stand-off

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

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

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: After episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

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

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

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I pull out my gun and point it at the woman in front of me. Sam does the same. She doesn't even flinch. She stands motionless and expressionless in front of us. "Not now, obviously!" The annoyance in her voice is evident. "At least, now I know which one I'm supposed to kill…" She mutters. She is looking at my arm. The right sleeve of my shirt is now to my elbow, revealing the red mark there. "... and which one is going to kill me…" She looks at Sammy. "Not now… like I said." I hesitate for a moment but slowly lower my weapon. "Dean! What are you doing?" Sam hisses at me. "Well, she insists that she is not going to kill me now. At least, let's hear what she has to say." I say to my brother. Then I turn to the woman in front of us. "So, you know what this is?" I point to my arm. "Yes, I do." She replies with a well trained emotionless voice. She waits for a while and when she sees that we are expecting a clarification, she continues. "This is The Mark of Cain. It turned Cain himself into a demon. I suspect, at some point, it will do the same to you. It will turn you into an unstoppable dark monster, only I can kill…" The last part sounded like a well memorized phrase, a one that was repeated over and over again. "What is that supposed to mean?" Sam asks impatiently. "I will explain everything when we go back to the bunker. But right now, I need you to go grab my car." "What do you mean, go back to the bunker?" Sam asks. "We are not going to grab your car!" I exclaim. She looks first at Sam, then at me, takes a deep breath, and suppresses her obvious annoyance.

"I need you two, to go and get my car." I repeat slowly. "It can not sit there for anyone to stumble upon it. It's kind of unsafe to leave it there. Someone might try to take it and… Well It's not exactly safe to try to do that. I can not go further. Like I said earlier, there is something wrong with your bunker. As you know, those things are running partially on magic, so it has bound me to itself and until it's fixed, I can not go further than 64 kilometers from it. That was what the nose bleeding was all about." The Winchesters look at me with confusion and disbelief. "I'm not going anywhere. Believe me. I can't. Even if I want to." Sam is still pointing his gun on me. "I'm not leaving you out of my sight!" He declares. "You can disarm me, if it will make you feel better." They exchange looks, realizing that I still have all my weapons. And, I hope, they appreciate the fact that I have not attempted to use them. Dean starts walking to me. "I have a gun on my waistband," I start "and a knife, another three throwing knives in my right boot and a dagger in my hair. The keys to my car are in my left pocket."

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He takes the gun from the holster in the back of my jeans and looks at me, realizing that my hand was only centimeters away from it this entire time. Then he takes the knife next to it. And those from my boot. I'm not attached to the gun, but with every knife he takes, I feel more and more exposed and naked. It's a strange feeling. I'm not at all defenseless without them but my blades are not just weapons for me. He checks me for other hidden weapons and when he reaches for my hair to take the dagger I told him I have there, he looks at me with confusion. "May I?" I offer. He makes a gesture for me to pull it out myself and takes a step back. No one has said a word since he started the task of disarming me.

I slowly lift my right hand to my hair and reach for the top of my Dutch braid where a blue pin is nudged in. I pull out the small dagger from there. What seems to be just a hairpin being actually the hilt of the dagger. With one move, I rotate it in my hand so I'm holding the blade, and offer the handle to Dean. And when he takes the last knife from me, I resume my posture with my hands clasped behind my back. "So… you like blades." he chuckles. I barely suppress my smile. He had realized that I'm not a threat to them. At least not at the moment. And he is turning on the charm. He is a player and he does the flirting without even realizing it… He is going to be а trouble. I can see how he can go under my skin really quickly. Keeping him away will be a very hard task but I'll have to do it as long as I can. "We are still not leaving her alone here!" "Ok… listen…" My patience is running out. "Like I said, I'm working for The Order…" They haven't heard about The Order… Great… "It is like the next-level Man of Letters kind of organization… I'm not here to harm you… I promise!" "You expect us to believe you?! You just threatened to kill my brother!" "For God sake! Not now! There is this prophecy that I'm going to stop a monster! And since this happened… I assume it will be your brother! But he is not a monster yet! Right!?" This is getting really frustrating… "I'm completely disarmed… And… If it is going to make you feel better… According to that same prophecy… You are going to kill me… So… Go get that car already!" "We obviously need to get the car! Do you have a better idea?" Dean grunts. "In fact, I do." Sam says not looking away from me even for a second. "Call Garth. Make him meet you at the cabin and take that damn car." "I call him?! No no no, if someone is staying with her, it's me!" "She threatened to kill you! If anyone is going, it's you!" "Sam is right." I try to stop their argument. Fucking man… Why are they always being such drama queens! Go get the car before someone blows themselves up trying to steal it. "I can not kill him. I'm not planning to try, but I literally can not." "Where is all of this coming from, actually?" Dean asks. "Like I said - a prophecy…" "A prophecy!? You are kidding me! Really!" "Yes really. And I can assure you, it is real. And I will tell you all I can about it, after we are back in the bunker." He rolls his eyes, looks at his brother's determined expression and pulls his phone, going back to the Impala.

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Sam is pacing, 10 meters in front of me. I'm standing still, not moving even a muscle. "So… a prophecy, huh?" "Yes." "And the bunker is broken?" "Yes." "And it bound you to itself?" "Yes." "And you can fix it?" "Yes. Duct tape or WD-40." I snark. "What?" "Nevermind! It was an engineering joke."

After almost an hour, we hear the Impala coming back and I recognize the sound of my Jeep. Earlier, I had to authorize the opening of the car's door and the start of the engine with a fingerprint, through my phone. Soon we see the two cars emerge from behind a curve on the road, followed by a third one. Garth's ride back, I suppose. When the cars stop, a tall skinny guy hops from the Jeep, looks at me and yells "Awesome ride you have there!" and he goes to the last car and leaves. Dean looks at me. "Had she even moved?" He wonders out loud. "Not an inch." "Let's go!" Sam points with his gun for me to go to the driver side of my Jeep so I do so. The painkillers are starting to wear off. And the pain in my abdomen is getting stronger and stronger. I grit my teeth while I'm climbing into the driver's side. The Winchester brothers are quietly arguing for a moment and then Dean storms back to the Impala and Sam sits in the passenger seat next to me. He is still holding his gun pointed at me. And I'm starting to get tired of this.

Chapter 4: The Order >>

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