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Partner In Crime, Partner In Life, Partners Forever - P.I.C final (John Winchester)

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Part 3

Warning: swearing, slight angst, gun violence

Note: Y/N - your name

Y/L/N - your last name

Y/N/N- your nickname

Summary: The Fourth and final part of Partners In Crime. The relationship between John and the Reader continues to sour as surprises pile up on top of each other, along with possible tragedy

Note: This is long ass chapter as finally conclude the story of Detective John Winchester and Detective Reader

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Week Six

Today marked exactly six weeks since you were at the doctor’s after you had gotten the call of having missed your scheduled birth control appointment. Which meant today was the day you had been advised by your doctor to finally take a pregnancy test.

You made the decision to take the test on a day that you knew Dean wouldn’t be home, so you chose; Thursday, which was Pub night, which meant you’d have the apartment to yourself until the next day.

Your paranoia getting the better of you; you make sure to lock both the bedroom and bathroom door while you took the test.

You were sitting on the closed toilet seat; lost in your thoughts, when the phone alarm went off. Taking a deep breath, you got up and reach for the test lying on the counter. “Oh, my FUCK!” you loudly cursed out at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.

“Maybe it’s a mistake” you shake your head at it, “doc spoke about false negatives, maybe this is a false positive.” Grabbing another test, you do your business again, “yeah, that’s it” you try to reassure yourself, “this one will definitely be negative.”

An hour later; you found yourself sitting on the bathroom fall, hands clutched deep in your hair as you silently stared at the three positive pregnancy tests staring back you.

This better not be happening. You thought to yourself, especially not now with how the situation between John and you were. Exhaling heavily, you got up from the floor, tossing the tests into one of the draws. Washing your hands, you then exit the bathroom and drag your butt off to bed.

When morning came, out of desperation; you decided to take the last two pregnancy tests. Definitely can’t be happening. You blankly stare at the positive tests. Grabbing all the tests, you throw them into the paper bag they were originally in and head for the kitchen trashcan to get rid of them.

You had just gotten off the phone with the doctor’s office, when Dean entered the kitchen. “Morning…” Dean yawned out, grabbing himself some coffee.

“Oh, hey…” you greet, heading to the refrigerator to grab ingredients to start on breakfast.

“You ok?” Dean looks at you with concern.

“Huh?” you look at him confused, shaking you head to snap out of your daze, you faintly smile at him, “I’m ok… just have a lot on my mind.”

“Does it have to anything to do with Dad?” Dean asks.

“What?” you ask, a bit surprised at his question. Heading to the kettle as a distraction, you start it up to make some herbal tea for yourself. “Why would you ask that?”

“Ran into Jones yesterday, he told me about the huge blowout between you and Dad just before the reassignment” Dean explains.

“Oh” you turn around to face him, “your Dad snapped at me over something stupid, can’t even remember what exactly.”

“Is that why you bailed out of the resent Pub nights? And why you guys got assigned new partners?” Dean frowned, seeming genuinely disturbed by what had he learnt.

“I thought it would be best to stay out of his way for the time being” you answer with a shrug, “we’ve been partners for the past five years now… maybe it was time for a change.”

“I’ll have a talk with him” Dean states, disappointed with his father’s behaviour, “you’re family… he shouldn’t be acting like an asshole towards you.”

“It’s fine Dean” you try to get him to drop the subject, “I don’t want you getting into a fight with your father over me.”

“But-” cutting Dean off, you respond with a stern look. “Drop it, Dean. Just let it be.”

“Fine…” Dean grumbles, “but if he does or says something in front of me that I don’t agree with; I’m putting him in his place.”

“Ok” you smile at his overprotectiveness of you.

Dean then tilts his head at you, “you sure you’re ok?”

“Yup” you answer, “why do you ask?”

“Because you’re drinking herbal tea first thing in the morning, as opposed to your regular morning coffee…” Dean points to the mug in your hand.

“Oh…” you blink at him dumbly for a second, letting out a chuckle, you respond “still detoxing…”

“Oh” Dean chuckles as well, “almost forgot about that.”

“No sweat” you smile at him.

Following Week, Monday

“The doctor will see you now, Ms. Y/L/N” the receptionist at the front desk informs you.

“Thank you…” you smile at her and head into the examination room.

“Y/N…” Doc. Davis greets you with a smile, “I take it you’re here because you had a positive result?”

“Yup” you sigh in response, throwing yourself heavily into the seat at his desk.

“Ok… So, I’ll get everything ready for the blood tests, while you get comfortable on the examining table” Doc. Davis instructs you.

“No need” you drawl out, throwing your head back against the seat, “I took five tests… they all came out positive…”

“Wow…” Doc. Davis chuckles, “then you definitely are pregnant…”

You let out a deep groan, “guess so…”

“Then in that case, I’d like to do an ultrasound to see if the pregnancy is progressing well” Doc. Davis informs you, “we’ll still be drawing blood though, just to check if everything is well with the both of you.”

“Ah… there we are…” the doctor announces, “you see that little fella there…” pointing towards what looks like a blob to you. “That’s your baby…”

You laid there dumbfounded while the doctor did his magic with the ultrasound wand. So, this is real? It’s truly happening? You’re pregnant, not only that; you’re pregnant with John’s baby… What the fuck am I going to do? John already can’t stand you at this moment, he’ll surely hate you even more for this.

“Fetal pole is present and baby seems to measuring up to date, I’d say you’re about seven weeks” the doctor informs you, “and now for the real magic…”

You’re suddenly brought out of your chaotic thoughts by loud, rapid sound waves echoing through the room. Staring at the monitor wide eyed, you turn to look at the doctor, “is that…”

“Yup…” he nods at you and smiles, “that’s your baby’s heartbeat. Strong and healthy too…” He pressed a few more buttons on the machine and then removes the wand from inside you, “you can get dressed while I go and arrange your next follow up with reception.”

Sitting behind the wheel of your car in your reserved parking bay at work, you silently stared at the printed picture of your baby’s ultrasound. My…baby… You silently think to yourself. I still can’t believe this is really happening… Oh-my-god… I’m going to be a mother…

You faintly smile at it then; you always wanted to be a mother, although this wasn’t how you had pictured it would happen… you found yourself becoming excited at this new adventure in your life. Regardless of the situation with John, this baby was yours and you planned on keeping it.

Staring one last time at the picture, you tuck it deep at the bottom of your handbag, getting out of the car to head inside.

“Hey, Y/L/N where ya been?” Jones asks as you enter the office.

Placing your bag and gun in the draw of your desk, you respond, “had an appointment I had to go to.”

Jones nods at you in responds and that’s when you notice John curiously staring at you. Please don’t interact with me right now… You silently plead. When he turns away to head in the opposite direction, you let out a sigh of relief.

Checking to see if the Captain was alone, you decide to that now was a good time as any to disclose your pregnancy to him.

“Hey, Captain…” you knock on his open office door, “could I have a word with you.”

“Sure, come on in…” he replies, “what can I do for you, Y/N?”

“Um…” you stammer a bit while closing the door, taking a seat at his desk, “I thought I should inform you; that I just came from the doctor’s and… I’m pregnant…”

“Wow…” the Captain blinks at you in surprise, “well, congratulations… you do know I have to report this to the higher ups?”

“I know, Sir” you nod at him, “I only have one requested though. Could this remain just between the two of us and the higher ups for now?”

“Sure” the Captain agrees, “I’ll assign you and Jones to risk free cases for now, but eventually you’ll be assigned to desk duty.”

“I understand, thank you, Sir” you reply getting up from your seat to leave.

“Y/N…” the Captain calls out to you before you open the door to leave, “once again; congratulations.”

You smile at him in response, “thank you, Sir.”

Once you had come to terms with becoming a mother, you drove head first into ensuring that this pregnancy would go smoothly; getting the prenatal vitamins the doctor had prescribed you and making some changes in your eating habits.

“Morning…” Dean yawned out, heading directly for the coffee as usual. “What heck is this poison?!” turning around from the stove, you notice Dean staring in disgust at the mug in his hand.

“Oh” you head to the coffee machine next to the one he had poured from, “that’s decaf…” you explain replacing the mug in his hand with the one you just poured, “this is normal.”

“Since when do we have two coffee makers?” Dean raised a brow at the two machines standing next to each other.

“Since just drinking herbal tea started making me miserable…” you answer him matter-of-factly.

“Ok… who are you? And what have you don’t to Y/N?” Dean arches a brow in suspicion at you.

“Ee…” you shrug, giving him an evil grin then, “maybe I’m her evil clone sent here from outer space to infiltrate and destroy mankind…”

“Don’t- do- that!” Dean physically shudders, looking at you bug-eyed, “you scare me when you do that… I almost believed you for a second.”

“Then stop being so nosey” you chuckle at his response.

As the days went by, you truly started feeling pregnant once the nausea had kicked in. Luckily for you though it wasn’t full-on morning sickness, so it was manageable for you to hide from everyone.

“Nah, this ain’t right!” you hear Jones moaning while going through paperwork at his desk, “we keep getting all these crap cases, with no action at all. Y/L/N, what do you think about this crap?”

“Huh?” your head pops up from behind your computer as you blankly scan the room in confusion. “I guess so…” you shrug, popping a saltine cracker in your mouth.

Jones raises a brow at you, “that all you got to say?”

“Mhm-yep…” you mumble with a mouth full of cracker.

“Are you on some sort of diet or something?” Jones suddenly asks.

Taking a sip of your seltzer water to wash the cracker down, you look at him, “why do you ask?”

“Because, you’ve been eating that flavourless crap whole day for the past few days now” Jones answers you.

“Something of the sort, yeah” you reply.

“You need to eat real food, Girly or you’re going to make yourself sick” Jones remarks in disapproval, sounding every bit the middle-aged man that he was.

“I’ll be fine…” you shrug it off with a chuckle, suddenly pausing mid chuckle when you notice; John staring at you with narrowed eyes as if he was trying to figure something out.

“Y/L/N!” you hear the Captain call out your name from his office doorway, “I need to see you for a second.”

A bit confused at why the Captain needed to see you, you enter his office with a nervous frown. “Is something wrong, Captain?”

“No. Not really” he responds with a sigh of regret, “but I’m afraid that I’ll have to bench you sooner than we thought.”

You look at him in surprise then, “what? Why?”

“The others are starting to complain about the high workload being given to them and Jones is complaining about the lack of it” he explains to you.

“I understand…” you drop your head in defeat at the fact that you could no longer avoid the inevitable.

“I’m sorry about this, Kiddo but I have to be fair towards everyone” he looks at you apologetically, “and I also have to make sure that you’re not in any dangerous situations during this pregnancy.”

Nodding at him in understanding, you get up from your seat with sigh, “guess I’ll get started on my new duties…”

“Y/N, hold on...” the Captain stops you from leaving. “There’s something I think you might be interested in. An old buddie of mine called me up recently from Tulsa. They’re opening up an O.C unit, which he’ll be captaining and he was wondering if I could recommend one of my people for the Sergeant’s position.”

“Ok…” you stare at him, a bit puzzled at where he was going with this conversation.

“I recommended you” he informs you.

“B-But I don’t have a sergeants rank” you respond, surprised at what he was telling you, “and I’m pregnant.”

“I know that…” the Captain smirks at your response, “I informed him about it all and he’s still interested in having you as his second. You’re one of my best detectives, all you have to do is take the Sergeants exam and then you’ll be set.”

“I’m honoured that you thought about me for the position” you reply, “but… I’m not sure…”

“Just think on it for a bit” the Captain suggests, “it’s a greater opportunity for you, especially now with a baby on the way.”

Biting your lip in thought, you then nod, “I’ll think about it.”

A Few Days Later

“Morning…” a still half-asleep Dean enter the kitchen with a yawn.

“Good morning, Bubble-butt…” you greet him while tenting to breakfast at the stove.

“Say… what’s this?” you suddenly here him ask out of the blue.

“What?” you turn around to find him staring at your open laptop.

“Are taking the Sergeants exam?” Dean looks up at you in surprise at seeing the opened police manual on your laptop screen.

“Maybe” you shrug, “still thinking about it.”

“Is Harris retiring?” Dean then asks you.

“Nope” you answer.

“Then why are thinking of taking the exam?” Dean looks at you confused, “unless…” his face then shows one of revelation, “are you transferring out?”

“There’s an opening coming up that I was offered” you explain to him, “but it hasn’t been decided yet.”

“Where?” Dean presses for more details, “does Dad know?”

“Can’t tell ya” you answer with a shake of your head, “at least not until I’ve decided. John doesn’t know, no body else but you and the Captain knows and I’d to keep it that way for now.”

“Ok… fine…” Dean huffs out all sulky, “but I wanna be the first to know once you’ve decided.”

With a huge smile on your face, lifting your palm up; you then spit in it and extend the hand out to Dean, “DEAL.”

“I hate it when we have to do these…” Dean pulls a face as he does the same.

“You’re the one started it in the first place” you chuckle at the look on his face as stared at his now spit covered hand.

“Yeah, but that was when we were in the academy and we were mostly drunk when we did it” Dean remarks, physically shuddering as he goes to wash his hands at the sink.

“Fair enough…” you continue to chuckle for a bit longer at him.

Thursday

“Happy- Birthday- to- you-” you entered Dean’s bedroom singing, a piece of pie with a candle in it and a cup of coffee in hand.

“Aww… thank you SIS” Dean smiles at you as he blew out the candle.

“My pleasure, Butthead…” you respond, placing a kiss on his forehead, “breakfast will be ready in 10.”

“You got any aspirin?!” Dean calls out to from the hallway.

“Bathroom medicine cabinet!” you call out in response, regretting those words the instant you said them. You had forgotten that was also the place you kept your prenatal vitamins.

“Dean, wait!” you call out, rushing to your room to stop him from seeing them, but it was too late.

“Err… what are these?” you find a surprised looking Dean standing in your bathroom holding the box in his hand.

“T-That’s nothing” you nervously answer, silently trying to figure a way out of this predicament.

“Really??” Dean arches a brow at you, placing a hand on his hip in a sassy manner, “because there’s a pregnant woman on the box and it clearly says; for pregnant woman. Y/N, are you pregnant?”

Grabbing the box with a sigh, “come on...” you nod for him to follow you to the kitchen.

“Eat your breakfast and I’ll explain everything in a minute” you instruct Dean as you get water to take your vitamins.

Grabbing your breakfast, you take a seat next to Dean, “to answer your question; yes, I am pregnant” you remark, taking a bit of food thereafter.

Dean stares at you with a blank daze for second, “was it that dude from the bar?”

You burst out laughing at his question, “honey, I’m almost twelve weeks. That’s highly impossible.”

“Ok…” Dean seems quite confused then, “do I know the guy?”

Yes. It’s your father. I silently answer in my head. With a faint smile, you reply, “No, was a once off thing.”

“So, you’re doing this on your own?” Dean responds with a frown.

“Yes” you answer.

“Don’t worry” Dean grabs your hand, “I’ll be here for you.”

“Dean, you don’t have to” you tell him.

“Nope” Dean waves his hand in the air to silence your protests, “what kind of BROTHER would I be if I wasn’t there for my SIS in her time of need.”

“Thank you” you smile at him, tears welling up in your eyes.

With a huge smile on his face, Dean excitedly hollers out, “I’m gonna be an UNCLE! Hell yeah!”

Softly chuckling at Dean’s goofiness, you allow him to hug you once more while in the back of your mind you were thinking. No, honey. You’re going to be a big BROTHER again.

Later That Evening

You were feeling miserable with your nausea kicking your ass, but no matter how terrible you felt, you couldn’t pull out of Pub night tonight; not with-it being Dean’s birthday.

You were slouched over the table, head rested in one hand as you lazily snacked on the bowl of salted pretzels in front of you.

“You ok, Y/N/N?” Sam looks at you in concern.

“Huh?” you look up at him.

“You’re aren’t eating any birthday pie” Sam points out, “you just seem to be drowning yourself in those pretzels.”

“It’s probably for the nausea” Dean remarks around a mouth full of pie. “Ouch!” he suddenly cries out when you kick him from underneath the table, sending him a death glare.

Dean’s eyes then widen when he realizes the slipup he had just made. You had made him promise to keep your pregnancy a secret for now from everyone, including Sam and John.

“Nausea?” Sam tilts his in confusion.

“Haven’t being feeling well these past for days” you quickly try to brush it off.

“That’s not good, Y/N/N” Sam looks at you highly concerned now, “have you been to a doctor?”

“Maybe if she got her ass up from that desk she’s been lazing behind then she would be healthier” John sneers out as he glared at you.

“That’s it!” you jump up from your seat, glaring down at John, “I’ve had enough of your fucking bullshit attitude towards me! I thought getting reassigned from you would lessen it, but I guess I was wrong!”

“So, you’re the reason I got stuck with that pussy of a rookie” John smirks at you vindictively, “guess you were too much of a cry-baby that you had to go run to the Captain and complain about 'mean-old John'.”

Shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, you then open them to look at John once again. “You know what, I don’t have to take this from you anymore and don’t plan doing it for long either.” Grabbing your bag, you turn to Dean, “Happy Birthday, Bub. I’m going to leave before it gets spoilt any further.”

“Seriously, Dad!” Dean glares at his father as Y/N walks away, “did you have to be such an asshole?”

“Watch your mouth, Boy” John warns him with a glare.

“No, Dad” Sam then jumps in, “Dean’s right, you were being a total ass toward Y/N.”

“I was only stating the truth” John shrugs in response, taking a sip of his drink while both his sons stare at him in disappointment.

The next day after the huge blowout between John and yourself, you made the decision to take yourself out of the picture with the Winchesters. You loved Dean and Sam like they were your own siblings but you just couldn’t stand being around their father anymore.

Whatever bit of love you had left for John Winchester had died that night, the man despised you that was clear to see. So, for your own mental health and that of your baby’s you decided to go to your Captain and inform him that you were going to take the Sergeants exam, as well as the job in Tulsa.

After weeks of completely ignoring John; avoiding any and all interaction with him, you throw all your energy into studying and finally taking the Sergeants exam. Dean of course knew about it and that you were going to take the position offered to you, but what he didn’t know; was that it was in another State, you planned on telling him once the time for you to move was nearer.

You were well into your second trimester by this time, so you had begun to wear more looser clothing in order to hide your bump while outside your apartment.

The one thing you were grateful for was that you could freely walk around your apartment without having to hide your pregnancy. After the night of Dean’s birthday, both he and Sam had apologized for their father’s bad behaviour. You of course didn’t hold the BOYS responsible for something they didn’t do, you even allowed Sam in on your secret. He of course was just as excited about it as Dean was to play UNCLE, they both also came to the decision that, John should no longer be allowed to come around the apartment, as stress wasn’t good for you and the baby.

The day had finally come and you had been called in by your Captain; whom happily congratulated and informed you that you passed your Sergeants exam, and that they were eagerly awaiting your arrival in Tulsa in two weeks’ time.

That same night, you arranged a dinner evening with Dean and Sam to inform them about your moving.

“Guys” you speak up to get their attention.

Both of them then look up from their plates to stare at you. “What’s up?” Dean curiously stares at you.

Taking a deep breath, you then continue, “the reason why I called for tonight’s dinner was to inform you that I passed the Sergeants exam and that I’m taking the new position I was offered.”

“Why, Y/N/N, that awesome!” Sam gasps out in excitement, “congratulation!”

“Thank you…” you mutter out, your eyes dropping in somewhat saddest that you were leaving behind the people that you considered to be FAMILY.

“Wait…” Dean furrows his brows in suspicious, “there’s something you’re not telling us.”

“Yes…” you sadly sigh, looking up to them again, “the position, it’s in Tulsa…”

“What?!” both of them yell out at once.

“Shh…” you tell them, “inside-voice, fellas…”

“Sorry” Dean responds in apology, “but did you just say, that you’re moving to Tulsa?”

“Yes” you answer matter-of-factly.

“Why??” Sam stares at you in confusion.

“Because it's a great opportunity” you answer, “especially with a baby on the way.”

“But that means we won’t be around when the baby is born” Dean responds, looking genuinely hurt at the idea.

“You guys can always come visitor” you try to lessen the blow for them.

“But it won’t be the same-” Dean whines out like a little child, “I wanted to witness you becoming a whale first-hand…”

You gasp out, slapping Dean up against the head, “Dumbass.”

“But I’m your Dumbass-” he remarks with a smirk.

“That you are…” you chuckle out as he gets up to pull you in for a hug.

Sam then looks at you, saddest clearly in his eyes as well, “we’re really happy for you, Y/N/N. We’ll miss you, but we understand that you have to do what’s best for you.”

“Aww… Sammy-” you start to tear up, “come over here, you big lug” you motion for him to get in on the hug.

“Does Dad know?” Dean suddenly asks and you physically finch at the question.

“Dean…” Sam scolds at him.

“It’s ok, Sam” you faintly smile at the both of them, “no one in the squadron knows yet. I asked the Captain to wait until tomorrow to make the announcement, wanted you guys to know first.”

“Are you planning on telling him about the baby?” Sam inquires.

“No” you state matter-of-factly, “he can’t stand the look of me as it is, so why should I tell him. You guys can tell him once I’m gone if you want to though, just please wait until I’m gone.”

“Fair enough” both boys agree.

Next Day

To say you were a bit nervous when entering your unit office this morning would be an understatement; today the Captain will be announcing to the entire squadron about your transfer.

You were seated at your desk for only a few minutes after stepping into the office when you noticed the Captain step out of his office.

“Attention everyone, I have a announce to make!” he calls out to the open office floor. Everyone turns their attention towards him them. “Y/L/N, can you please here” the Captain calls you over to his side.

Everyone was looking at you then as you walked over to him, you feeling quite jittery as you stood by his side. “I would like to inform you all that our very own, Y/N over here…” the Captain then pulls you into a side hug while smiling, “has made Sergeant.”

The room is then filled with clapping and cheering as you politely smiled at everyone. “Hold on, that’s not all!” the Captain speaks up for them to quiet down. “as much as this pains me to say” he pauses for second and then continues, “the next two weeks will be Y/N’s last here with us, as she’ll be starting her new position in Tulsa as Sergeant in their new O.C unit.”

There was a huge silence in the room as everyone seemed surprised at the news of you leaving, but the one person’s face that showed far more shock than the others was; John. That’s right asshole, you silently smirked, you won’t be seeing my cry-baby self for much longer.

John found himself completely stunned as he heard the Captain say that Y/N was not only leaving the unit but that she was leaving the state as well. Not being able to properly process the information, John blindly rushes out of the office in order to lower his heartrate at the panic of loosing Y/N. She was leaving… she was leaving the unit, leaving the city, leaving the state and even worse; she was leaving him…

When John finally came to his senses he was driving, where to? He wasn’t exactly sure. Still not able to process all that he had heard, John pulls over in order to call Dean.

“Hey, Dad…” Dean answers the phone.

“Did you know about Y/N?” John immediately asks Dean.

“Uh… what exactly are you referring to?” Dean asks, treading carefully as not to accidently let slip of Y/N’s pregnancy if that wasn’t what John was referring to.

“Her moving to Tulsa” John growls out in frustration.

“Oh, that” Dean responds, “yeah, she told us about it last night.”

“Us?” John enquires.

“Sammy and I” Dean replies.

“And you didn’t think to maybe let me know about it?” John growls out at what he thought was a betray on his boys’ part for keeping him out of the loop.

“Well, you were such a dick to her lately” Dean responds, “thought you wouldn’t care to know.”

“She’s been my partner for the past five years” John snaps at him, “of course I’d want to know!”

“Didn’t seem like that was the situation of late” Dean mutters, “she believes you hate her.”

“I don’t hate her…” John whispers out softly, shocked to hear what Y/N thought.

“Well, you sure have some way of showing that you don’t” Dean remarks.

She thinks I hate her? SHIT. Truth was, that he was mad at himself for not being man enough to step-up and tell her how he truly felt about her. Truth was, John was madly in love with Y/N, something that he hadn’t left since the day he lost Mary and that scared the hell out of him. Could he open his heart up again and run the risk of having it torn out again? That was something that constantly ate at him, John feared loving someone again only to have her ripped away from him. This time though things were different, because the one ripping Y/N away from him was himself; he pushed her too far with his inner struggles, he pushed away the woman that he loved.

John lets out a heavy sigh, “I have to go, son” ending the call.

You had taken a half day from work in order to prepare for your move to Tulsa; first you went to your doctor to see to having your medical records transferred for the rest of the duration of your pregnancy, thereafter you headed to the bank.

You were standing in line, awaiting your turn when suddenly two masked men came rushing in; guns waving about. “Everyone put your hands up and nobody move!” the one robber yells out.

Doing your best to remain calm, you do exactly what they had instructed; the cop in you struggling to remain dormant as the mother in you took control, knowing you had to do everything in your power to ensure the safety of your unborn child.

“Everyone, take out your phones and wallets!” the one robber instructs and everyone obeys, “now I want you to toss ‘em on the floor and then my partner is gonna come around to collect all your jewellery and wallets! Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll shoot you!”

You do as told and when it was your turn, you remove whatever jewellery you were wearing and toss it in the bag that the robber held out in front of you.

“Hey!” the robber then begins waving his gun in your face, pointing toward the silver chain that was sticking out from underneath your shirt, “didn’t my partner just say, all of your jewellery?”

Staring down at it, you then calmly look him in the eyes, “that’s not jewellery.”

“Bullshit! Then what is it huh?!” he snaps at you, reaching out to pull it out from your shirt. “FUCK!” his eyes widen in shock once his sees your badge daggling from it.

“What?!” his partner yells out in confusion.

“She’s a fucking cop!” he responds.

“What the fuck?!” his partner begins to visibly panic, “SHIT! You got a gun on you?”

Remaining calm, you reply, “yeah.”

“Ok…” he mutters out, becoming more agitated by the second, “take it out real… slowly… and hand it over to my partner.”

Calmly exhaling, you slowly reach for your shoulder holster that was hidden inside your coat to remove your gun. As you unholster and pull it out, you suddenly hear the loud bang of a gun going off, along with those of people screaming out in fear. Your eyes are wide with shock as you feel a warm, burning sensation in your chest.

“What the fuck?!” the robber standing in front of you cries out, looking at his partner in shock and then back at you.

Slowly your eyes drop downward to your chest, and that’s when you realized; that you were the one that was shot. Your knees suddenly give out from under you as you drop to the floor, your hand clutched at the wound in order to stop the bleeding.

“You shot her!” the robber stares at his partner, “you shot a fucking cop!” He then looks down at you on the floor and that’s when he notices your bump, “FUCK! She’s pregnant! You shot a pregnant cop!”

“She was about to draw on us!” his partner yells out in a hyped panic.

“No, she wasn’t!” the robber yells back at his partner, “she was handing it over, like you ordered her to do, you idiot!”

“Well, she moved too fast for my liking. How was I supposed to know!” his partner argues back.

“Shit! This place is going to be crawling with cops soon” the robber remarks in a state of panic, “lets get the fuck out of here!”

You laid there on the cold floor; bleeding and in pain, trying your best to remain calm and not panic as the fear for your baby’s life took over. As you felt yourself become weaker, the fact that you might be dying and might never get the chance to say goodbye to the BOYS ran through you mind. But what haunted you the most was; that John would never know how much you TRULY loved him, that he would never get to meet his child. The tears were flowing down your cheeks as you fought to stay alive, but your eyes soon began to feel heavy and suddenly there was nothing but darkness.

“Where’s Winchester?!” the Captain rushes out of his office in a panic.

“I think he went to take a leak” Jones answers from behind his desk, looking confused as he watches the Captain sprint down the hallway.

“John! Thank God…” the Captain exhales breathlessly as he catches John exiting the men’s bathroom.

“Captain?” John stares at him in concern, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine…” he exhales, waving his hand, “but we need to get to the hospital…”

“Why? What happened?” John looks at him in confusion.

“There was a shooting an-” he tries to explain but gets cut off by John. “Dean?!” John stares at him in panic.

“No…” the Captain shakes his head.

“Sam?” John asks then, at a loss to what was going now.

“No, it’s not your boys” the Captain responds, “it’s Y/N, she’s been shot.”

“What?!” John stares at him in shock, all colour drained from his face, “b-but… she went home early… how?”

“She did” the Captain replies, “there was an attempted robbery at the bank that she was in.”

Not even hearing the Captain’s words anymore, John rushes to his desk; grabbing his keys and runs out of the office.

“What’s up with Winchester?” Jones asks the Captain as he watched John running out like he was being chased by the devil himself.

“Y/N’s been shot in an attempted bank robbery” the Captain explains, heading to grab his own keys.

“Excuse me…” John rushes towards the hospital emergency reception desk out of breath, “has a Detective Y/L/N been brought in? Gunshot victim.”

“And you are?” the nurse enquires.

“I’m here partner” John replies, flashing his badge at her.

“She was brought in five minutes ago” the nurse responds, “they’re working on her as we speak to save both her and the baby.”

“Baby??” John echoes, stunned at her words.

“Yes” the nurse nods, “according to medical records she’s about five months pregnant.”

Five months? The undercover job were they… that means…

John’s thoughts are then interrupted by the arrival of the Captain, along with Dean and Sam.

“Dad!” Dean rushes up to him, “how’s she doing?”

“I don’t know…” John lets out a tense breath, “I was told that they’re still working on her.”

As they all waited for the news as to how Y/N was, John silently sat in a corner; mulling over what the nurse had told him. Was I really that bad? John thinks to himself. Was he really that horrible for Y/N to decide to hide her pregnancy from him. Choosing to move to another state rather than have him be a father to her child. He knew the baby was his, there was no doubt about it. The question now was; would he ever get the chance to be a father to that child and will he ever get the chance to tell Y/N that he LOVED her.

It was well over two hours when a doctor came to speak with them. “Are you here for Detective Y/L/N?” the doctor asks.

“Yes, how is she?” the Captain asks.

“It was touch-and-go for a while but we managed to stop the bleeding” the doctors explained, “had the bullet gone a few cm’s to the right, she wouldn’t have been so lucky…”

John exhaled a breath of relief that she was ok, but then he remembered…

“And the BABY?” Dean suddenly asks, causing John to wheel around in surprise.

“You knew she was pregnant?” John stares at him in disbelief.

“Yes” Dean guiltily drops his head.

“And you didn’t tell me?!” John excuses him.

“It’s not Dean’s fault, Dad” Sam defends his brother, “she asked us not to… said we could once she had left for Tulsa.”

“You knew too?!” John looks to Sam with a betrayed face.

“Of course…” Sam stares back at him in confusion.

“I’m guessing you knew too” John glares at the Captain, “of course you knew! That’s why you benched her.”

“Look Dad, it was Y/N’s decision not to tell you and her right as well” Sam tries to make John see reason.

“What about my rights?!” John snares at him, “I had a right to know!”

Dean looks at his father in confusion, “why would you- OH…” his eyes widen once the dots have connected. “Five months ago, you and Y/N were alone undercovering… that means… it’s you… you’re the FATHER of Y/N’s baby.”

“Honestly, I’m not surprised…” the Captain chuckles out, “all my years, I’ve never seen partners so close and completely in sync as you two were.”

“I’m not surprised either” Sam smirks, John then arches a brow at him and he continues on, “I always knew she had feelings for you. I could see it in her eyes, especially on those nights you’d leave the Pub with a woman. I could see the heartbreak.”

John physically flinches at Sam’s remark, hating himself for having caused Y/N so much pain.

All this time when he was picking up random women in a quest to distract himself of his want for Y/N, he was in actual fact hurting her far worst than he could have possibly have known. John had no idea that Y/N felt the same for him as he did her. If he had known; those women would never even had been in existence for him then, she would have been the ONLY woman to exist for him. Truth be told, after having been with her… no one was good enough; no other woman could get his mind off of her. The last woman had slept with was Y/N, he had tried to get her off his mind with that blonde that evening but with just one kiss; John knew that he wouldn’t be able to get himself to sleep with her no matter how hard he tried. Because there was only one woman that he wanted and that woman was; Y/N.

“So, I was the only one that didn’t see this coming?” Dean looks dumbfounded by it all.

“That’s because you’re an idiot” Sam answers with a snicker, “and you two are as close as siblings and you wouldn’t have thought of her and Dad in such a manner.”

Dean pauses deep in thought, then nods in agreement, “true…”

John shakes his head at his sons in amusement, then turns to the doctor, “when can we see her?”

“She’s still under sedation but should come around in the half an hour or so, you can go in to see her though” the doctor answers.

“Thank you doctor…” John responds and heads for Y/N’s room.

Opening her eyes, Y/N finds herself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom.

Getting up from the bed, you look around the room, “where am I?” you ask out loudly in confusion, letting out a gasp upon catching your reflection in the mirror. “Why am I not pregnant anymore?!” you yell out in panic, clutching your middle, “where’s my baby?!”

Rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in your tracks when you’re standing in a hallway. Slowly you begin to walk it as you look at the pictures hanging on the walls; pictures of the BOYS when they were little, the ones of Dean and you graduating the academy, other pictures that you had taken with the Boys and John over the years. But it was the ones after those that had you at a puzzled shock, they were of John and you together, they were wedding pictures; your and John’s wedding. The two of you were lovingly staring at each other as you stood in front of a church, then there was a second with the Boys standing next to the two of you. The next were of a smiling John standing behind a heavily pregnant you as he rested his chin on your head while cradling your belly in the palm of his hands. The final one was a picture of you; lying in a hospital bed, John had his head rested against yours while you both were staring down and smiling at the baby sleeping on your chest.

Tearfully smiling at the picture, you reach out to touch it when suddenly you hear a sound coming from down the hall. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you move towards the sound to see what it was.

Reaching the slightly closed door, you slowly push it open and there sitting in a rocking chair across from you was; John gently cradling a bundle in his arms as he rocked back and forth in the chair.

“You’re awake…” John smiles at you, stretching his hand out, “come here SWEETHEART.”

“Is that?” you ask staring at the bundle he was holding.

“She finally fell asleep, but I think she was looking for her MAMA, that’s why she was so fussy” John replies.

“She??” you look at John in surprise as you stepped closer to them.

Just as you reached them, you suddenly felt the room begin to spin. “What’s happening?!” you clutch at your head, “John!” you try to grab onto him as you felt yourself slowly slipping away….

You let out a soft moan as your eyes slowly fluttered opened, “where am I?” remembering the shooting, your first reaction was to reach for your stomach and that’s when you realize that someone was holding your hand. “John?”

“You’re awake…” John gently smiles, lifting your hand up and kissing it.

“W-What are you doing here?” you pull your hand away, confused at his sudden change in behaviour.

“We came as soon as we heard what happened” John answers, looking slightly disappointed at your reaction towards him.

“We?” you ask.

“The Captain and the Boys are outside, only one person was allowed while we waited for you to wake up” John explains, “I’ll go get them.”

“Hey sleepy head…” Dean smiles at you.

“Glad to see you’re awake” the Captain smiles at you as well.

Looking behind him, you see Sam silently studying you with a worried look oh his face. “Sammy?”

“You ok?” he asks, a faint smile on his face as you reach out your hand for him to come closer.

“I’m fine…” you answer grabbing hold of his hand.

Turning to Dean with your over hand, you grab hold of his hand, “the ba-”

“The baby is fine…. According to the doctors; she’s a fighter, just like her mother” John answers before you could even finish your sentence.

“She??” you look at him surprised that the dream you had about the baby being girl was correct.

“It’s a girl, yes” John smiles at you.

“Guess that we’ll have to redo that custom-made onesie we had made for her” Dean suddenly remarks.

“What do you mean?” you stare at him puzzled.

“Well it says on the front; ‘My Uncles got my back, so don’t mess with me’ and at the back is a picture of Sam and I” Dean replies, “but now we’ll have to change it to; ‘My BROTHERS got my back.”

Your eyes widen at him in shock, “how did you find out?”

“Your five months pregnant, it wasn’t that hard to figure out” John mutters out, staring at you like a wounded animal.

“I think that the two of you have some things to discuss, so I’m going to go” the Captain speaks up, “glad that you and the baby are safe.”

“Yeah… we’re gonna go too” Dean remarks as well, “we’ll drop by later again.”

The room was awkwardly silent once they all had left, neither you nor John saying a word. Placing a hand on your stomach, you suddenly smile when feeling the baby kick at it.

“What it?” John looks at you in concern, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, she just kicked” you answer smiling at the fact that she was alive and well.

“C-Can I feel?” John looks to you with a pleading look.

Silently staring at him for a second, you then let out a sigh and nod at him to go ahead.

Very nervously, yet carefully, John slowly reaches out his hand to place on your stomach. The baby then begins kicking up a storm against his hand and John lets out a soft laugh of be-wonderment and you give a faint smirk at it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he stares up at you.

“You hated me…” you shrug, “didn’t think you’d care to know.”

“I don’t hate you…” John sighs out, “I could never hate you.”

“Well you’ve been treating me like shit these past months” you remark, “what else could it be.”

“I was mad at myself and took it out on you” John responds, ashamed at his past behaviour, “I’m sorry for making you think that I hated you.”

“Why were you mad at yourself?” you ask confused by what he was telling you.

“Because I couldn’t tell you how I truly felt” John answers.

“Felt about what?” you press him further.

“About you… how I felt about you” John reaches up to cup your cheek, “I LOVE you, Y/N. I have for years… since the very first day I met you.”

“Well you had a funny way of showing it” you look at him with tears in your eyes, “flaunting women in front of me.”

“I was only with them to get you off of my mind” John tells you, “I knew that we could never be because of your close relationship with the Boys. That you would never see me as anything else but your partner and the father of those that you considered as your brothers.”

“I thought the same thing about you…” you softly whisper out.

John softly caresses your cheek, “the first time, when I took you up against the wall… it wasn’t because I figured out they were keeping tabs on us. It was because I was jealous at how that asshole was flirting with you.”

“What?” you look at him in surprise.

“I couldn’t fight it anymore” John faintly smiles at you, “and all the other times after. I hated myself for using the job as an excuse but I was on cloud nine because I got to be with you. Heck, after that, no other woman could compare to you after that.”

“Until that blonde you took home” you remark, pulling away from his caress.

“I didn’t sleep with her” John responds.

“Yeah right” you snort out at him, “you couldn’t get her out of the Pun fast enough.”

“It’s true” John tells you, “we never even made it to my car before she kissed me and I realized she wasn’t you. Besides, I only struck up a conversation with her to make you jealous after the way you were flirting with that guy.”

“I wasn’t flirting him” you defend yourself, “he was flirting and I was trying not to be rube.”

“Well you slow danced with him” John looks at you accusingly.

“That’s because you brought that bimbo over to our table and I wanted to make you jealous.”

John then starts laughing, “look at the two of us… acting like teenagers; trying to make each other jealous because we couldn’t make ourselves admit our feelings…”

“We do sound kind of sound stupid, yeah…” you begin laughing as well. You then look at him with a more serious face, “so… you LOVE me…”

John grins at you, “I do… and you?”

Shyly biting into your lip, you grin back at him, “I LOVE you too…”

“That might be the second-best news I’ve gotten in a long time” John smiles at you.

“Second?” you look at him disappointed, “what was the first then?”

John smiles at your reaction, placing a hand on your stomach then, “finding out that you were carrying OUR little girl.”

Your eyes begin to tear up then as you stared at him. “Aww… SWEETHEART don’t cry…” John console you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“So, where do we go from here?” you stare up into his eyes.

“First, we get you healed up” John declares, “then you and I are getting married, so that we’ll be a real FAMILY. That’s if you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have your dumbass, yeah…” you smile at him.

“But I’m your dumbass…” John smiles back at you.

“That you are…” you respond pulling him down for a kiss.

Three Years Later

John and you stood silently on the back porch of your house as the two of your watched Dean and Sam playing with their little sister.

“What’s on your mind?” John asks, stepping behind you to rest his chin on your head.

“That I’m actually kind of glad I got shot that day” you respond.

“Seriously?” John arches a brow down at you.

“I know it sounds a bit crazy…” you chuckle, “but if it hadn’t happened, then I would have left for Tulsa and this…” you nod towards the scene in front of you, “you and me, along with Katie and the Boys, being a family… it never would have been a possibility.”

“Do you regret not going to Tulsa and taking that promotion?” John asks seeming a bit uneasy.

Tilting your head up to look at John, you cup his cheek, “of course not. I could never regret choosing OUR family.”

Smiling down at you, John reaches down to caress your belly, “how’s our little guy doing?”

“He’s doing fine, just kicking the heck out of me” you respond with a groan.

“He’s a Winchester, what do you expect…” John chuckled.

“He definitely is your son…” you chuckle as well.

“I love you, MRS. WINCHESTER…” John smiles down at you.

“I love you too, Mr Winchester…” you respond smiling as John captured your lips in a kiss.

Breaking the kiss, “how’s work?” you ask him.

“Well…” John’s exhales deeply, “it’s been some getting used to, but I’m ok with it. Things just weren’t the same without you as my partner, so I’m happy with where I am now.”

After the shooting John and you had both agreed that maybe it was best for you to retire. John out of fear of possibly losing you again with the danger of the job and because you didn’t want him to have to go through the heartache of losing another wife and having to raise your child on his own. And as luck would have it, a few months after that, Harris had retired as Sergeant and John got promoted; turns out the jerk had taken the exam years ago but chose to remain in the position he was. Luck would happen again the begin of this year, as the Captain decided to retire and he made sure to push for John to take over from him.

“Aww… you miss me that much PARTNER?” you coo at him in amusement.

“We’re PARTNERS IN CRIME, sweetheart” John grins down at you.

“And now, PARTNERS IN LIFE” you smile back at him.

John presses his forehead against yours, “PARTNERS FOREVER…”

tags: @melixson @regalbanshee

#john winchester #john winchester x you #john winchester x reader #detective john winchester #detective reader #supernatural #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM

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tuttle-did-it · 15 days

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For over 4 decades, I've thought about all the violent names on M*A*S*H. It's very obvious, but I never see anyone talking about it.

Hawkeye PIERCE (all these definitions fit, frankly)

Also HAWK, a bird of prey (also fits 'taking prey by surprise with a short chase' as he's such a whore flirt) who has an extreme personality And is occasionally prone to violence because he’s so angry that there’s not peace.

BJ HunniCUTt

John TRAPper McIntire

Charles WINCHESTER (a type of gun)

Frank BURNS

Max KLINGEr (root of the Germanic surname is Klinge, meaning "Metal blade or sword"

Father John Francis MULCAHY - in Gaelic means "Warlike"

Walter RADAR O'Reilly - a radio waves system usually used to detect weapons

I kind of love that on a show about war and violence, there are quite a few names that are violent in general, or have violent connotations.

#does anyone else think about this #i know it's really obvious but no one ever seems to talk about this #mash #m*a*s*h #hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #john trapper mcintire #max klinger #father mulcahy #charles winchester #walter radar o'reilly #frank burns #I know most of the names came from the awful books in the beginning but the writers were obviously aware of this #cos when they brought BJ and Winchester they kept with the violent names

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goodwhump-temp · 6 months

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FULL WHUMPS LIST;

Shows, movies, anime, & cartoons (Organized Alphabetically by TV Title)(pinned) - Message me if any of this is outdated!

LIVE ACTION

ANIME

CARTOONS

GAMES

Johnny Cage | Mortal Kombat

#whump #whump list #emotional whump #whumplist #anime whump

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hoboal87 · 7 months

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Don't Speak, Part 21

Pairing(s): dark!Sam x f!Reader, implied dark!Dean x f!Reader, mentions of Adam x f!Reader, dark!Dean x Claire

Characters: dark!Sam, dark!Dean, pregnant!Reader Claire, Bobby, Ellen

Warnings: dark!Winchesters, Trauma Bonding/Stockholm Syndrome, **Non-graphic descriptions of Non-Con/Rape, **Dub-Con, Violence, Non graphic descriptions of childbirth, Manipulation, Angst, **past miscarriage, Pregnancy

WC: 2.8k

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

**This is a dark!fic that includes triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

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Part 20

May

You don’t remember most of what happened after Dean confronted you and Adam. Bits and pieces shine through your memory on occasion but whatever he’d done to you–to Adam–is gone, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’re grateful. You don’t want to remember the awful things that Dean had almost certainly done to him. Your previously damaged wrist is wrapped again, your jaw is sore and your throat feels raw. You aren’t sure you could open your mouth to speak or eat, even if you wanted to.

You bring your hand to your face to feel the damage done, and from what you can detect, you’re swollen and there is at least one cut on your cheek. Groaning, you sit up, the pain briefly replaced by relief when a small kick comes from your belly.

The baby is okay, you sigh. It shouldn’t surprise you that Dean managed not to do any harm to your baby; producing an heir for the brothers has always been the goal since they took you a year ago. But whenever you think they’ve hit new lows to their depravity and ruthlessness, you or Claire learn that they have no boundaries.

As you rise from the bed, your ankle aches, no doubt also injured from Dean’s attack. You push through, needing the movement after being bed-bound, and make your way to the dressing table to grab a mirror and inspect yourself. Your reflection startles you. Bruises litter your body, two distinct handprints marring your neck, and a gash that has been crudely stitched. You wonder who had tended to your injuries. Adam, for all you knew, was dead. If Dean hadn’t killed him, surely Sam would have; he had touched what’s theirs, and the Winchesters are nothing if not possessive of you and Claire.

“You’re up,” Sam’s voice fills the emptiness of the room causing you to drop the mirror, and you watch as it cracks on the ground. Your heart pounds in your chest as he strides towards you, closing the space in less than half a dozen steps. His hand cups your face gently, his thumb grazing the healing cut on your cheek, and though you try to contain yourself, you let out a small gasp of pain and his face softens.

“I was starting to worry, princess,” he says warmly, a look of concern just barely touching his hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” you murmur, a feeling of guilt deepening in your stomach. Sam wraps his arms around you.

“You understand why Dean had to punish you, don’t you, Y/N?” Sam asks, waiting for you to nod in agreement. “Do you know how much it hurt, princess, that you were hiding this–” his hand cradles your stomach “–from me?”

“Sammy, I’m–” you can’t finish your apology, sobs leaving your body instead. You’d hurt him; you’d hidden your pregnancy for months, and now he’s upset with you. “I was scared– I thought if I waited until…”

“To find out from Dean? From Claire? Why didn’t you trust me, Y/N? I stood by your side when you miscarried, didn’t I? I gave you space to heal, I was gentle with you afterwards, wasn’t I?” Sam demands, his expression hardening, sympathy slipping away.

You nod, feeling ashamed for lying to Sam. He was gentle, understanding even; he didn’t have to obey John’s orders to stay away, but he did. Even after having to teach you a lesson when he found out about you and Claire, he was practically apologetic. He told you he loved you, and you repaid him by breaking the promise that you’d never do anything like that again. If there is one thing you were still learning about Sam, it’s that he doesn’t tolerate dishonesty.

“I told you it wasn’t your fault– that I didn’t blame you for what happened and you betrayed me, you kept secrets from me.” Sam gazes down at you pointedly, as if he’s waiting for you to make another confession. Your stomach knots violently: are you supposed to admit that his father had ordered you to carry on an affair with Adam in order to conceive an heir? What does he know already? Your heart thumps harder. What had Dean told him; does he know that Adam is John’s bastard; does he care? “Anything you’d like to tell me, Y/N?”

“I’ve been– Adam and I– John–” You don’t know where to start. Your relationship with Adam was nothing at first, you were obeying your husband’s father. Sam needed an heir, biological or not. “John told me to– that I had to with Adam,” you mumble, preparing yourself for Sam’s reaction. “Before he died, he said I needed to be pregnant when you returned from your trip. I didn’t– I didn’t want to, Sam, but you weren’t–”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” He accuses sharply, and you can’t stop yourself from recoiling from him out of instinct. “You fucked that piece of trash Milligan, and I’m to blame? Or is it that I married a whore who can’t keep her legs closed? Which one is it, Y/N?”

Tears fall silently down your cheeks, “I’m sorry, Sam, it won’t happen ever again. I only love you– I only want to be with you,” you half-lie. You’d learned to love him before, you could learn again. “I’m yours.”

“Good,” he sneers. “And let me tell you what will happen if you decide to deceive me again.” His eyes darken. “I won’t step in like I did this time. Do you want to know what Dean was doing to you when I found you?”

You hesitate to answer, thinking briefly that you could fill gaps in, but the bruises on your body told all the story you needed to know. You shake your head, diverting your eyes to the floor.

“Dad isn’t here to protect you any more, princess,” Sam grabs you by the chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “Right now, the only thing stopping me from throwing you out onto the streets like the whore that you are, is that I need an heir to get what’s rightfully mine.” He jabs a finger roughly at your stomach, and Mr. Finch’s words echo in your ears. “No one is to step foot in this room, unless they are with me, until I say otherwise, understood? That includes Dean.”

“But what if–”

You hear the sound of Sam’s hand cracking against your face before you feel it. “I said, no one,” he reiterates, roughly pushing you back onto the bed, and running his hand up beneath your nightdress. “Open,” he commands, giving each of your thighs a slap. You do as you’re told, bracing yourself against the bed, hoping that this will prove your loyalty to him.

July

Weeks turn into months of being kept under lock and key. Sam is true to his word, you don’t see anyone: not Dean, Claire, Ellen, or Bobby. Sam is the one bringing you meals, books from the library when you request them, and when he’s in a particularly good mood, he accompanies you on walks around the east wing of the Manor. You spend your days staring out the window, envious of the fresh air that Claire and the few remaining servants can take advantage of.

You’re starting to grow restless. You crave interaction with someone other than Sam. Once or twice a week, muffled arguing seeps into your room from the hidden passageway that Sam and Dean still use to visit each other, but you can never quite make out what is being said. Whatever they were arguing about, it seems like Sam always won.

The only person besides himself that Sam allows into your room is the midwife, Dorothy, who visits two weeks after Dean's attack on you and Adam. She inspects your body with a raised brow, the gash on your cheek is mostly healed, and a scar has taken its place; the bruises have faded, and your ankle no longer aches, but you fear your wrist will never be quite right again. She declares you healthy in regards to your pregnancy before noting the paleness of your skin, and you silently rejoice when she recommends that you be allowed more time outdoors, to take in the air. She concludes that you and Sam should expect a delivery by the middle of September, giving you only two months left to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

Sam takes Dorothy’s recommendations seriously and tells you that night that you’ll be allowed to walk the grounds, though he will of course be accompanying you. You take your walks late in the morning, and it becomes a part of your new routine. The fresh air does you a world of good, making the isolation that Sam has you in almost bearable. Some days, you sit under the large oak, wondering if this is what the rest of your life will be like at Winchester Manor–only ever allowed to see your husband, and not his brother or your sister-in-law ever again. You want to ask Sam to allow Claire to join you as she used to, but the mention of anyone else being around you causes Sam to lose his temper. Something has him paranoid. When a gardener gets too close to the two of you one day, Sam launches into a tirade about you being taken away from him. He grabs your arm roughly, guiding you back to your room and slamming the door before moving a dresser in front of it to block anyone from entering via the main hallway.

He paces the length of your room, muttering under his breath about blood curses and demons, uncleanliness and a sacrifice that has to be made. You’re frightened, but still you reach out in an attempt to calm him. He lashes out, his eyes darkening, and he shoves you back onto the bed before pushing up your skirt with one hand and freeing himself with his other. Your instincts to fight back–which you had long ago learned to suppress–desperately try to resurface, but you know it won’t do you any good. You brace yourself as Sam pushes in, stifling a cry as he mutters ‘mine’ over and over again, in time with his thrusts. Once he’s finished with you, he tucks himself away before disappearing out of the room through the secret passage, not returning until the next morning.

His demeanor is different–the madness that was behind his eyes is no longer there–but he informs you that for the time being you will no longer be permitted onto the grounds. You want to argue that Dorothy explicitly said you needed the fresh air and sunlight, but after the incident yesterday, it’s clear that Sam’s mind is in a fragile state, and you can’t risk your or your baby’s life. You spend another week in isolation, reading and carefully observing Sam. Bouts of madness seem to slip through the cracks more and more now that you’re looking for them, and you wonder if whatever once afflicted his mother is now coursing his veins also.

That night, pained screams replace the usual silence of the Manor. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, and you hope Claire isn’t being punished for something at such a late stage of her pregnancy. Sam, unsurprisingly, is unfazed, but allows you to cozy up against him as the screams become more frequent.

“Sam!” Dean bursts through the secret passage and is striding towards the bed before you even register that he’s in the room. “It’s time.”

“And?”

“We made a deal. It’s time,” Dean insists stoically.

Sam rolls his eyes before exiting the bed, gesturing for you to join him. “Go with Dean,” he commands as Dean pushes against the wall, revealing the dusty passageway. Sam disappears out of the room as Dean grabs your hand to pull you into the dimly lit corridor.

In what feels like a matter of only seconds, you are in Dean’s room. Claire is panting in the middle of the bed, clutching at her belly and pulling on her nightdress in plain distress. As you move closer you notice a large wet spot underneath her. Dean orders you to sit in a chair beside the bed as he paces the room impatiently. You grab Claire’s hand, unsure of what else to do, and give it a tight squeeze. Claire gives you a pained smile in return. You want to give her assurance, tell her everything is going to be okay, but your words stick in your throat.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Claire mumbles under her breath, glancing briefly at Dean, and for a moment things seem to calm. “I thought– If I’d known, I wouldn’t’ve–”

“I know,” you tell her. She isn’t a malicious person, and as easy as it would be to hate her for what she unknowingly set in motion, it wouldn’t do anyone any good. “It’s okay, Claire.”

“What’s taking so long?!” Dean grunts as Claire’s breathing picks up again and another wave of contractions hit.

Sam’s been gone at least an hour. At first, you assumed he was going to wake Bobby to send a carriage to retrieve Dorothy, or send for Ellen to help. She may not have medical training but she’d gone through birth before and helped you through the aftermath of your miscarriage. You had some knowledge yourself–only a week prior a book titled The Wife’s Handbook arrived, which you immediately consumed, wanting to know everything in case of this very circumstance. During your previous pregnancy, you were able to go to Claire or Ellen with any questions, but this book gave you guidance on things you wouldn’t think to ask. Though, you’d figured it would be you, and not Claire who needed help when giving birth, worrying that Sam wouldn’t allow anyone in to see you when your time came, if his mind kept deteriorating at the pace it seems to have been lately.

“Not much longer,” Claire grunts, tears filling her eyes. You nodded in agreement; her contractions are only a few minutes apart, now. “He promised, Dean.”

“I know!” Dean focuses back on the two of you, anger bright in his green eyes. “Stay here, Y/N.” As soon as he’s out the door, Claire lets out a blood curdling scream.

You lift her soiled dress to find a head, covered in dark blonde hair, delivered. Before you can tell her to push again she’s already doing so, and you watch in awe as the baby leaves her body. You flip the baby over, rubbing her chest, and waiting for her to cry. It takes a moment, but loud, high pitched cries issue from the tiny girl’s body, and relief washes over you.

Claire reaches out for the little girl and you hand her over gingerly, holding back your own tears as Claire brings the baby to her chest. You rub your hand against your belly, knowing that in only a few months, you’ll have your own baby in your arms.

“Ameila,” Claire whispers against the baby’s head. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. I love you so much, baby girl.”

You leave Claire alone briefly, entering the connected bathroom, and grab as many towels as you can. When you return, Claire has shifted baby Amelia to her breast, softly cooing at her. You drape a plush towel over the baby, lay two under Claire, and set the rest to the side.

When Dean returns, he has Sam in tow, and there is a heavy clanging echoing behind them. Your eyes stay fixated on Dean as he approaches the bed, warmth filling his face as his gaze falls on the baby in Claire’s arms. She hands the now sleeping Amelia over to Dean and his body stiffens slightly, as if he’s afraid he might hurt the newborn. You move away from the couple, allowing the new family a moment alone. For now, there isn’t any more that you can do for Claire, she needs a midwife or doctor to assess any damage done.

Sam doesn’t enter the room much further than stepping over the threshold, and you decide to join him. Once you’re next to him, you notice that there’s a large chain in his hand leading outside of the room. Claire lets out a hiss of discomfort, and there’s a nod between the brothers after a stern look from Dean. Sam pulls roughly on the thick chain and a hoarse grunt comes from the hall. He jerks the chain again. This time, the sound of footsteps accompany another, more submissive grunt. Dirty and bruised hands reach out on either side of the doorframe, using it for leverage as a figure steps out of the darkness and into the room.

Adam.

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A Hunting Trip (Part 4)

pairing: dean winchester x reader x damon salvatore

synopsis: a crash course in self defence - *yn* finally tells dean and sam what's been going on in mystic falls. dean takes it upon himself to make sure she can keep herself safe.

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

notes: i love this chappy so much, am so happy to be back writing x

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"Just this one here."

Dean followed *yn*'s index finger to guide the impala into the driveway.

*yn* still couldn't believe that John had given Dean his car.

"Oh great, here come the million and one questions." Dean grumbled.

The rumbling engine must have alerted Sam, because he was already hurrying down the porch steps towards them. The two hopped out of the impala just as Sam reached the car.

"Where the hell have you been?" He threw his hands up in the air before perching them on his hips. His gaze firm as he glanced between the two, much like a stern mother.

"Why don't you just calm down and hold your questions till we get inside detective." Dean responded. Definitely not the right thing to say.

"Calm down?" Sam looked at him in disbelief. "I thought something had happened, you weren't answering your cell and *yn* was being all cryptic on the phone."

"Well we're here now and in one piece." Dean gestured between him and *yn*. "Although slightly traumatised."

"I'm going to explain everything, come on." *yn* patted Sam's shoulder in apology before moving past the boys to scale the porch staircase.

Sam shot Dean one last unimpressed look which Dean pretended to not see as they followed after *yn*.

"So this is your place huh?" Dean asked her as she slid her key into the front door.

"Yep, home sweet home."

The house was unexpectedly sparse. A single couch and small television occupied the living room. There was no art or pictures on the walls. Dean could see a film of dust coating the small coffee table that stood at the entrance.

It was like no one lived here.

She poked her head out of the door, scanning the quiet suburban street once more. Dean turned to look at her at the sound of the soft click of the lock sliding into place.

"I really doubt that lock's going to do much good if one of your friends wants to get in."

"Vamps can't enter a home unless they're invited in by the owner." She shot back as she placed her keys on the entry table.

"Smart ass." She grumbled under her breath as she shrugged off her jacket.

"I don't need super vamp hearing to hear you, you know." Dean remarked as his eyes slid over every inch of the house.

"I'm sorry, did you just say vampires?"

"Oh you have so much to catch up on Sammy." Dean patted his shoulder as the brothers followed *yn* down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Take a seat, you guys want something to drink?" *yn* gestured to the dining table.

"We're fine thanks."

Sam's brows had started to do that twitchy thing they did when he was anxious.

Dean turned to look at his brother incredulously. "Speak for yourself." He turned to *yn*. "I'll take anything that even slightly resembles alcohol."

She nodded knowingly, "that I can definitely do."

Dean's eyes fell on the open fridge door as *yn* disappeared behind it.

For the first time since they'd stepped foot in this place, there was evidence that someone lived here. Photos stuck under tacky mystic fall magnets were strewn haphazardly over the door's surface. He could make out photos of her and Elena in cheer uniforms and a few others with people that he had recognised around town. One of her and Damon laughing was front and centre.

None of her dad, or him and Sam, or anyone from her childhood for that matter.

"Will this do?"

Dean quickly averted his gaze as *yn* popped her head around, two bottles of beer on show.

"That'll do perfectly." A grin appeared on her face as she shut the door with her foot and came over to sit with the pair at the table.

Dean thanked her with a nod as she slid the bottle over to him. Sam looked like he was about to combust as he watched the pair take a sip from their drinks.

The silence stretched on. For the first time a look of uneasiness crossed *yn*'s features as she placed the bottle down onto the oak.

"I don't really know where to start."

The admission seemed to soften Sam's urgency. As she sat in front of them and fiddled with her fingers, it was like they were suddenly back in a hotel room, waiting for their dads to finish a hunt. Like they were trying to pretend that they were normal, even for a few hours.

"The beginning seems like a good place." His words were gentle as he studied the girl in front of him.

She bit her lip and glanced at the clock on the wall opposite her.

"Take your time, we want to know everything." Dean was the one who spoke this time, and even he had taken himself by surprise at how calm he sounded.

What was more surprising was that *yn* didn't shoot back with a sarcastic remark or roll her eyes. Instead, a grateful look flashed across her features as she nodded.

"Ok."

So, the beginning was where she started. She told them everything, from the day that her dad died to when they'd shown up. About how it was a regular job and he'd been taken by a nasty spirit and the next thing she knew, she was being moved from home to home.

She told them about vampires and werewolves and witches and dopplegangers. About humanity switches and sunlight and stakes. She told them about the Founder's Council, about the Salvatores. She told them about Katherine and the tomb vampires. She told them about Klaus, about his obsession with making an army of hybrids. She told them about the original family and the coffins, about Stefan's fixation on getting revenge on Klaus.

She did decide to leave some details out, mainly about Damon's less... morally ok decisions and the people that her friends had killed along the way. But she did tell them about her friends, about her new family, about Alaric and Sheriff Forbes, about the bonds that they had all created during this time. About the fact that she was going to a real high school now, with real teachers and real prospects of college.

The whole time their eyes did not leave her. They nodded, smiled, grimaced (a lot) and asked questions occasionally. But there was not one moment where they were not one hundred percent focussed on her. And as she talked, *yn* realised just how desperate she was to tell someone outside her mystic falls circle about what was happening. Someone from her past. Someone who could understand and sympathise with just how messed up her life had been.

As she talked, it was like she could visualise the bonds of their relationship slowly begin to repair after so many years of disuse.

"And, I think that pretty much brings it up to today."

She could feel the brothers' eyes on her as she brought the bottle to her lips and finished the remnants of the liquor in one foul gulp.

"I uh-" She watched as Sam cleared his throat, his eyes darting to look at Dean before turning to her.

"I think I'll take that beer now."

A soft smile presented itself on her lips. The chair scraped against the floor. The sound bounced off the bare walls.

"It's a lot to process."

Dean watched as *yn* disappeared behind the fridge door once more.

"If it hadn't happened to me I wouldn't have believed it." Dean's eyes never left the photos plastered in front of him as he spoke.

"So what, he literally just locked eyes with you and like... mind controlled you or some crap?"

"It's called compulsion, and yes that's what they do." *yn* corrected Sam as she made her way back to the table.

"Right sorry, he compelled you to just do whatever he wanted?"

"Pretty much yeah."

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Dean shrugged. "And if you ingest that herb you were taking about- varvin?" He continued.

"Vervain. And here." Sam raised a brow but still muttered a thank you as he took the beer and a bottle of water from her outstretched palm.

Upon closer inspection he noted the strange herb swirling around in the bottle, making the water slightly discoloured.

"It doesn't taste bad." *yn* commented when she noticed the sceptical look on his features.

"Bottoms up Sammy." Dean clapped him on the shoulder as Sam unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to his lips.

"And this really works?" He asked once he'd taken a large gulp of the liquid.

"You don't have to ingest it. You can wear it in something like a necklace and that will protect you too." She raised her wrist to reveal a bracelet dangling from her wrist.

"Me personally, I like to do both because if they yank it off you, you're screwed. Best to cover all your bases. You can incorporate into all sorts of weapons too, the stuff's a nightmare for them."

Her eyes darted between the brothers and raised a brow when she noted the looks on their features.

"What?"

"Nothing it's just uh-" Sam cleared his throat and glanced at Dean out of his peripheral. "I'm a bit confused as to why you're telling us all of this stuff. Given a lot of your friends are..."

"Vampires? You can say it." *yn* mused as she twisted the cap off her second beer. "And yes, they are my friends. But so are you. And unfortunately most vampires aren't as nice. I want you guys to be protected."

"You might want to consider getting better friends if that's what you consider friendly." Dean muttered under his breath.

"Given I'm in a generous mood, I'll choose to ignore that." Her answer made the side of Dean's lips twitch up into a smirk.

"Lucky me."

The pair locked eyes as *yn* brought the glass to her lips. He was taunting her, dangling his words in front of her like bait on a hook. Begging her to take a bite.

Her instincts were screaming at her, the words literally falling off the edge of her tongue. But the knowledge that she had to convince them to leave town was what prevented them from falling off the precipice.

"So you guys going to tell me why John's left you to fend for yourselves or what?"

"Oh come on." She continued when she saw them exchange looks. "Given I've just trauma dumped on you guys I think it's only fair you both tell me what you've been up to."

"We'd been hunting together for a few years and then he went on a trip." Dean spoke after a few moments. "And he didn't come back."

Trust Dean to include all the important details.

"That was when Dean came to get me from Stanford and-"

"Woah wait Stanford, as in Stanford University?" *yn* cut him off, her eyes growing wide.

"Uh yeah, I was studying law there."

"Sam that's amazing oh my god." *yn* breathed out, a grin spreading across her lips as she studied him.

"Thanks, I guess." Sam ducked his head down as a smile spread across his lips, unable to hide himself as her excited energy seeped into him.

"Don't be so fucking modest you dork." She laughed, "we always knew you were the nerd of the group."

She didn't miss the way Dean's small smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he studied his brother.

"John must have been really proud."

She instantly knew that she had hit a nerve when Sam's smile faltered, anger flashing across his features briefly before he regained his composure.

"Something like that."

Tension pulsated through the room as Dean pursed his lips at Sam's words. *yn* could almost see the wall go up between them.

Jesus what had she missed while she was gone?

"Anyway." Sam cleared his throat. "We went looking for him, to the town we knew he was working a job."

"No dad but there was a job. Spirit, nasty bitch too." Dean remarked, shaking his head and taking a deep drink of his beer at the memory.

"Dean dropped me back home and when I got there-" Sam looked down, a lump in his throat as he felt a rush of heat, like those flames were still licking at him, burning him from the inside.

"Jess, Sam's girlfriend, she was uh- well- she died just like our mum did."

A pregnant pause filled the room. *yn* blinked rapidly as she tried to process the information.

"Like, the exact way-"

The boys nodded solemnly.

"Fuck." She exhaled as she studied Sam. She fought the urge to reach over and take his hand.

"Jesus Sam, I'm so sorry."

"Thanks *yn*." A sad smile flitted across his features. He was unable to hide the anguish in his eyes. She knew he blamed himself for his girlfriends death. He was a Winchester, they were masters of self flagellation.

"Ever since then we've been trying to find dad."

"So what, he just took off without a word and you haven't heard from him since?" *yn* found it hard to believe that he would leave his sons without an explanation. Then again, it was John Winchester, he wasn't ever exactly going to win father of the year award.

"I've spoken to him, he gave me coordinates of another job." Dean answered her.

"That was it? No explanation of where he is?"

"That was it." No matter how good his poker face was, even Dean couldn't conceal the resentment on his face from her.

"We think he's got a lead on the thing that killed mum and that he doesn't want us involved." Sam explained.

"Right." *yn* nodded. "All the more reason for you to keep trying to find him then."

Dean's lips twitched, "trying to shake us already huh?"

"You are a pain in the ass..." She teased, "But it's not like that. I'd love for you to stay.. but you can't. It's not safe."

The mood visibly shifted. Dean's jaw tightened at her words, the veins in his hand protruding as he gripped the beer bottle. She could feel him shutting down already. So instead, she leant forward in her chair and locked eyes with Sam, praying that she could at least get through to him.

"Look, it won't take Klaus long to find out you're hunters. He probably already knows. And you two could be the best hunters in the entire fucking world, you still wouldn't have a chance against an original vampire."

She shifted her imploring gaze to Dean, swallowing the lump in her throat when he refused to meet her gaze.

"I've already lost my dad, I'm not losing you two." She twisted her fingers around each other as she tried to keep her voice steady and calm.

"You need to go and find your dad."

"Well that's ironic." Dean chuckled humourlessly.

*yn* frowned at his words. "What are you talking about?"

"He led us right to you."

"He's been leaving us clues - coordinates." Sam clarified when he saw her confusion.

"In his journal and stuff. There was a whole section on Mystic Falls, about all the mysterious animal attacks and missing persons."

"You think he knew?" Her question illicited a shrug.

"He knew something supernatural was going on. Hard to say if he suspected vampires."

She nodded, her mind was now racing even faster than it already had been. Not only did she have to worry about Klaus, but she also had to worry about word getting out in the hunter community about what was going on here.

"You have his journal?"

Sam nodded. "I'll go get it."

All she could do now was see what sort of information John had collected, what was available for hunters to find that would lead them to the town.

Dean wordlessly fished out his keys and handed them to Sam. His green eyes locked with hers as he did so, and *yn* swore he could read her mind in that moment.

She pushed the chair back, letting it scrape loudly on the wood. She could feel Dean's eyes still on her as she disappeared from view to pull open the storage cupboard under the staircase that led up to the second floor.

The shoe box was in plain sight. She reached up on her tippy toes and plucked it from the top shelf. Stepping out from underneath the stairs allowed her to examine it in the natural light.

It was tattered from age, the nike logo faded and discoloured. A layer of dust encased it. It was heavier than she remembered.

She placed it down gently onto the dining room table. Dean looked at her quizzically as she pulled off the lid. Particles of dust launched at her face, almost as if they were angry for being disturbed after so long.

"I saw you looking at my photos on the fridge." She spoke as she pushed the box towards Dean.

"You think I don't have photos of my dad, of you."

She watched as Dean brought the box closer to himself and peered inside.

"I didn't want to have to explain who any of you were to people who asked."

It also pained her to look at them.

He pulled out a stack of old photographs as she sat down once more. Her eyes never left his face, trying to gage his reaction as he sifted through the grainy faces.

A genuine smile spread across his lips as he chuckled. His mood did a 180. "Holy hell, I forgot how dorky you and Sammy were."

He flipped the photo around and sure enough there was a photo of a young Sam Winchester and *yn* Kitson.*yn* felt her cheeks flush as she snatched the photo from his hand for a closer examination.

Sure enough, there stood her and Sam, cheesy grins on their faces, dressed in matching Star Wars costumes. Sam as Luke Skywalker and *yn* as Han Solo. It was clear that the costumes had been made with whatever was available, her dad's belt nearly dwarfed her entire midsection and the pants were rolled up to her ankles so she wouldn't trip.

Despite her horror, she couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Christ, letting me go out like that has got to be considered some form of child abuse."

Dean chuckled as she placed the photo back down onto the table. "I remember you literally begging me to borrow my vest for that stupid costume."

"You should have said no, you would have been doing me a favour."

"And miss out on the opportunity to reminisce on your dorkiness years later? Hell no."

She shook her head, unable to wipe the smile off her face as Dean continued to sift through the photos.

"Oh my god."

"What?!" She was up and out of her chair, rounding the table to get a look at the photo that had made Dean's eyes bulge.

"Oh my god." She echoed as she slid into the chair beside him and peered over his shoulder.

"That is criminal." She gasped.

"What's criminal?"

The two twisted around in their seats to see Sam standing in the doorway. They glanced at each other before bursting into laughter.

"What? Show me!" Sam demanded as he stormed forward.

"Hey!" Dean protested as Sam reached over and plucked the photo from his hand. "I wasn't finishing admiring that."

*yn* covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter as she watched Sam study the picture.

"Oh my god." His face grimaced in disgust. "Burn this please."

"No, you look cute!" She protested.

"Cute is not the word I would use." Sam grumbled as he came to sit opposite them.

"Yeah sorry *yn*, gotta agree with Sammy on this one." Dean grinned as he reached over and grabbed it back from Sam.

"Dorky, loser, nerd, comes to mind though."

*yn* couldn't stifle her laughter any further as she looked at the photo once more.

It was a probably 10 year old Sam Winchester, his fringe even thicker and curlier then it was now, his two front teeth missing as he grinned wildly. He was holding some sort of science project in his small hands.

"Not much has changed in the dorky department."

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. "What like you wouldn't have some embarrassing pictures in here?"

"Me? Pfft please, I never went through an awkward phase."

This time it was *yn*'s turn to roll her eyes.

"Yeah right."

"I was too busy with all the cheerleaders to go through one."

Spurred on by his words, she leant forward and flicked through the photos. A very young Dean Winchester, hair plastered up into an obnoxious quiff and gleaming with hair gel, wearing a leather jacket far too big for him, was beaming back at her. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she plucked the photo from obscurity.

"You may not have gone through a dorky phase Winchester, but you definitely went through one just as embarrassing." She held it up triumphantly, dodging Dean's grasp as she held it out for Sam to take.

Sam let out a bark of triumphant laughter as he studied the photo, clutching his chest as he threw his head back in a dramatic fashion.

"Oh c'mon, I'm sure it's not even bad."

"Hm, I'd call using what looks like a whole tub of hair gel to style your hair pretty bad."

*yn* snickered at Sam's words.

"Give me that." Dean grumbled, snatching the photo from Sam's hand.

"Dude this is not even that bad." He protested, although *yn* didn't miss the way the apples of his cheeks turned a slight pink.

"Wasn't this his James Dean phase?" *yn* queried. Sam let out a howl of laughter.

"Oh my god how could I forget about the James Dean phase." Sam could barely get his words out as he laughed. "He'd pretend that lollypop sticks were cigarettes."

Dean's cheeks turned pinker. She almost felt sorry for him.

Almost being the key word.

"And remember that little walk he'd do."

"Hey, the man's a legend alright." Dean protested as they both burst into a fit of giggles.

"He's the definition of cool. Style. Class."

*yn*'s brows raised at Dean's words, biting her lip to stop the giggles escaping as he glared at her.

"I still think it's embarrassing." Sam remarked.

The brothers continued to bicker as *yn* resumed flicking through the photos. Her fingers stilled when her dad's smiling face suddenly stared back at her.

She was wrapped in his burly arms, her pudgy fingers clasping his neck. Pink bow in her wispy hair. A toothless smile and bright eyes aimed at him. She would have been no more than 2.

Grief hit her like an unexpected tidal wave.

She blinked as she felt hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The pad of her pointer finger brushed over his sun worn features. The werewolf inflicted scar on his left temple.

Dean's eyes involuntarily darted to her. He went to turn his attention back to Sam when he noted the tightness of her features. The veins in her hand were revealed from her grip on the photo. He recognised the emotion on her face instantly. One that he was all too familiar with.

"So where's your aunt?"

Her eyes met his, widened from the surprise of being snapped out of their focus. They softened almost instantly, and for a moment there was a look of gratefulness on her face. Like she understood what he had done. In a blink her face morphed into one of unreadability. It happened so quickly Dean almost doubted he'd even seen it at all.

"My aunt?"

Dean frowned at her question. "The one you said you lived with? Is she at work or something?"

"Oh. Right."

Her eyes darted between the two brothers. She may be good at hiding her emotions, but Dean was better at seeing through it.

"*yn*."

"She uh, she's... well, she's dead."

"Dead?" Dean balked. "What do you mean dead?"

"Like... the tomb vampires got out and she died of an 'animal attack' sort of dead." Guilt was written all over her features as she spoke.

Two bewildered expressions stared back at her.

"It's ok.. really! It wasn't that sad, it was a while ago and to be honest she was kind of the worst so-"

"I'm not worried about you being sad, I'm worried about who the hell has been looking after you all this time."

Annoyance flashed across her features, "I don't need anyone to look after me."

"Who lives here?"

"Me."

"I mean, who else lives here?"

"No one."

"No one? So you live here all by yourself?"

"Yes, that's what I meant when I said I live here."

Dean and Sam exchanged bewildered glances.

"I'm at Elena's most of the time, I pretty much live with her."

Now it all made sense. The dust. The lack of furniture. Why it felt like no one really lived here. Because no one did.

"So you don't have a guardian? Any sort of parental figure?"

*yn* bristled at his questions. She was starting to become quite irritated.

"Ric is my guardian technically, Elena and Jeremy's too."

"Ric? As in the former vampire hunter we saw drinking with your vampire boyfriend last night? Yeah, sounds like a great role model."

"Dean." Sam warned.

"What? I'm merely stating the facts."

"I thought we were passed the whole judging, making assumptions, just being an asshole in general thing."

She held his gaze. Her eyes glowering with annoyance. She radiated stubbornness. It made Dean falter.

"I'm only asking because I care about you."

Her resolve wavered, a crack in her mask appeared that allowed Dean a glimpse. He saw a flicker of sadness.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

The shrill voice of Taylor Swift rung out through the room, preventing Dean from a response. She really had to change that ringtone.

*yn* avoided Dean's intense gaze as she fished her phone out of her pocket and glanced down at the caller ID.

"Excuse me." Was all she muttered before pushing out of her chair.

She didn't answer until she was upstairs with the door shut. "What do you want?"

"Well hello to you too." She could hear Damon's amused smirk through the phone.

"This better be good, you're interrupting precious bonding time." She grumbled as she flopped onto her bed.

"Things going that well with dumb and dumber huh?"

She huffed at his question. "All I'm going to say is I hope it went better for you with Ric's doctor friend than it is for me right now."

"Yeah funny you mention that, I'm just leaving his flat now."

She frowned, "Why?"

"To check if there was a bunny on the stove." As he spoke she picked up her childhood toy and sat it onto her chest. Buffy the plush pink horse stared back at her unblinkingly.

"That bad huh?"

"She vervained me when I accused her of killing her ex boyfriend, then the little psycho blood jacked me."

"She what?" *yn* sat upright. Buffy tumbled down the side of the bed. "Are you ok?"

"Fine, just a little miffed. Although, somewhat pleased I got to say 'I told you so' to Ric. Just as I predicted. Diagnosed psycho case."

"Great, just what we need."

"Yep, add it to our list of never ending problems." Damon drawled, "I was actually calling to see how it was going on your end with your second favourite set of brothers."

In that moment a memory surfaced. She snatched it before it could disappear once more. As he spoke she swapped the phone to her other ear and hastily leant over to pull open her bedside table draw.

"I think I'm making progress." She rifled through the stacks of paper and trinkets. She froze as her fingers found its target.

"Well that's something."

She pulled it out, hidden deep in the drawers depths. She plucked it out like a prize. A treasure amongst trash.

"Keep me updated, yeah?" She could faintly hear Damon's question on the end of the line.

"Will do." *yn* heard herself mumble as she twisted back onto her back and stared up at the photo.

"I gotta go. Talk to you later." And with that she snapped her phone shut and tossed it onto the bed beside her.

She held the paper up in her hand, stretching it above her head so the ceiling framed it. A photograph. A special one, kept apart from the others in the box in the room below her.

Luke Kitson, *yn* Kitson, Sam, Dean and John Winchester all beam back at her. The only photo of the five of them together. A perfectly dysfunctional family.

She smiled softly, letting the pads of her fingers glide over the young faces. Frozen permanently in time. None of them held a clue as to their fates. Where they would be in 8 years time. She wished she could somehow transport herself into that photograph and stay there forever.

Her anger towards Dean fizzled. Like it always did. She traced his grainy features with her fingernail.

She knew then that she had to do whatever it took to keep them safe. Even if it meant biting her tongue and quelling her anger. If it meant stretching the truth so they felt safe enough to leave her here and go on their way.

She let out a shaky breath as she pressed the photo into her chest, clutching it like she still did with Buffy when she couldn't sleep.

"I promise I'll keep them safe dad."

Sam turned to look at Dean once they heard a door shut above them.

"Oh don't give me that look Sammy."

"What look?"

"The little disappointed puppy look you've managed to master."

"You could have been a bit nicer."

"Oh come on!" Dean threw his hands up in the air. "The girl's living in a house all by herself in a town full of vamps, you expect me to be happy about this crap?"

"No, and I'm not happy about it either, but acting like this isn't exactly going to help things."

Dean muttered under his breath, leaning forward to press his elbows into his thighs so he could run his hands over his stubble.

"What the hell are we supposed to do?"

There was a static pause as Sam studied him before answering. "I think we should do what she says."

"You want us to leave?" Dean blinked dumbfounded.

"Look, if what she says is true, we stand no chance defeating these.. original vampires or whatever they're called. It'd be a suicide mission." Sam answered him, lowering his voice as he spoke.

"If we find dad we can get his help to come back and stop this."

Dean shook his head. "So what, we're supposed to just leave her here? With these-" He cut himself off, his eyes darting to the stairs before looking back at Sam. "These monsters?"

"I don't think we have a choice Dean."

"She could come with us."

"And what? Sit in a hotel room while we go work jobs? C'mon. You know that would never happen. It's pretty clear she wants to stay."

Dean frowned, rubbing his stubble stressfully as he racked his brain for another solution. There was a part of him that wanted to grab her and throw her in the back of the impala and drive away with her. But he knew he could never do that. He could never take away her freedom, her choice. Besides, she'd probably scratch his eyes out if he even tried.

"The longer we stay here the harder it's going to be to find dad."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he looked up at Sam through his long lashes. "Is this about finding dad to help *yn*, or to get to him before he kills whatever killed mum and Jess?"

Sam flinched at Jess' name. His lips thinned into a firm line.

"We have a chance to kill the son of a bitch Dean. I'm not losing that. Not for anyone."

There was his answer. Dean sat up in his chair and leant back, his forehead creased as he studied his brother.

This wasn't the Sammy that he knew. The doe eyed, puppy like Sam Winchester who wanted to help everyone and anyone. No, this was a Sam Winchester who had a hard shell casing beginning to form around him. One that was driven by revenge and bitterness. One that was much too like John and Dean Winchester.

But despite all that, Dean knew his brother was right. They had no choice. If they stayed, they might all end up dead. At least this gave them time to reconvene and plan.

"Fine." Dean relented. "We go find dad, kill the son of a bitch, but then we are getting our asses back here and getting *yn* out."

"Deal." Sam nodded.

"But we ain't leaving until I give her at least some basic training. Who knows when she even last held a damn shotgun."

The staircase creaked before Sam could reply. The two sat up, trying to look as natural as possible as *yn* wondered back into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that, it was Elena." She spoke, waving her phone in the air before sliding it into her pocket. She seemed to return to the room in a much better mood than when she had left it.

"Everything ok?" Sam asked her, a smile on his features.

*yn* glanced at him before looking over at Dean. A strangely friendly smile was also on his lips.

"Yeah, just friend drama." She answered as she slid into her chair.

Each party seemed to be in a much friendlier mood, but the other could not quite work out why.

Her eyes landed on a photo amongst the pile, a genuine grin spread across her lips as she pulled it towards her.

Bobby Singer stared back at her, a rare smile on his face. A five year old *yn* Kitson sat beaming on his lap.

"Do you guys still see Bobby?"

Fondness washed over her at the memory of the grumpy older man. He'd always had a soft spot for her, and her for him.

"Yeah of course." Dean nodded.

"Hey, when this business is done with our dad why don't we swing through here and pick you up and we can all take a road trip to see him?"

*yn* looked up from the photo in surprise. Her eyes flickered to Sam who was nodding encouragingly.

"That sounds like a great idea." He agreed.

She glanced between them, trying to decipher what they were trying to say. "Does this mean you're leaving?"

"Yeah, well we talked about it and we think you're right. It's probably safer for everyone if we go." Sam was the one to answer her.

Her lips parted in surprise. Dean could tell that she had not thought it would be that easy. She turned to look at him and he could tell that she was reading him, trying to find the hidden motive behind their unexpected decision.

He did his best to keep smiling. If she could read him, she did not let on, a smile instead spreading across her lips. One that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"There is just one condition though." Dean finally spoke up.

"What's that?"

"Self defence training." *yn*'s brows shot up to her hairline.

"Self defence training?" She echoed. An amused smirk spread across her lips when he nodded.

"What? Don't think I can handle myself Winchester?"

"Just want to make sure you haven't gotten rusty that's all." He shrugged. There was a glimmer in his eye as they studied each other.

"Well we wouldn't want that, would we?"

A twig snapped underneath Dean's boot. A raven cawed in the distance.

"You sure no one's around?"

The two brothers stepped into the clearing that *yn* had directed them towards.

"Yeah, Ric, Elena and I come here all the time to train." *yn* answered from behind them. A loud thump made them swivel around.

"What the hell is that?"

The two brothers looked down at the duffle bag *yn* dumped down at their feet.

"Things I defend myself with."

They watched as she bent down. The teeth of the zipper parting echoed through the woods, bouncing off the old trees.

"What are we looking at right now?" Dean queried, his brows raised as he watched her pull out a shot gun.

"Well this one is loaded with wooden bullets, excruciating and a pain in the ass to dig out." She chucked it onto the grass.

"This one shoots mini daggers." Another thud.

"This is a vervain grenade."

Thud.

"Oh and this crossbow is pretty handy too."

Thud.

"And I think that's all I've got at the moment, Ric has some more back home."

She glanced up expectantly when she got no response. Their jaws were slack as they stared at the weapons laid out in front of them.

"You made these?" It was Sam who finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, I mean Ric thought of most of 'em but I helped... fine tune the final products I guess you could say." She picked up the shotgun, popping it open with ease and glanced down into the chamber.

Sam raised a brow and looked over at Dean. He didn't need to verbalise his thoughts. It was written all over his face. "What was that about her not being able to hold a shotgun?"

Dean shot him a glare before clearing his throat, "well that's all very impressive but sometimes we don't get the opportunity to grab weapons."

*yn* eyed him sceptically as he took a few steps back to move into the centre of the clearing.

"What about your hand to hand?"

She tried to hide her smirk as she placed the shot gun on the ground. She rose to her feet and dusted her hands off on her jean shorts.

He didn't need to know that Ric had been training her and Elena for months. Or that she never stopped training, even after her dad died.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and dumped it onto the ground, leaving him in a grey t-shirt. It was loose, except for around his biceps that bulged as he tensed. Her eyes darted to his hands, watching them curl into fists. His rings gleamed back at her.

She swallowed and forced herself to move her eyes back to his face. The last thing Dean Winchester needed to see was her checking him out.

She stepped forward so she was only a few metres from him.

"You know vampires have super speed and strength right? I don't think this sort of training is going to be much use."

"Just humour me." He answered her, a small smirk twisting up onto his lips. There was that gleam in his eye again. Challenging her. Provoking her.

"I wanna see what you're made of Kit."

Kit.

It felt like eons since someone had called her that.

"Hurry up Kit!"

"Put your back into it Kit."

"That's my little Kit."

"I love you Kit."

The nickname unlocked so many memories from her past. It didn't even feel like the nickname belonged to her. Like it was someone she'd known in her past life.

It felt so foreign to her ears that her brain took a moment to process it.

"C'mon Kit, what are you waiting for?"

Dean's voice brought her back down to earth. This time, the nickname nestled into her ear and made itself home again. It sparked something in her. A determined look settled onto her features.

Dean's eyes sparked when he saw her face morph. He held back his grin as the pair began to circle each other. They danced around each other, both of them holding their breath to see who would make the first move.

The snap of a twig was all it took. *yn*'s eyes must have shifted for no more than a few seconds. But it was all the time Dean needed to lunge forward and take her by surprise.

She stepped back and moved to curl her knuckles into a fist but he was already on her. Calloused hands gripped her forearms and twisted her around. She grunted as a knee pressed into the backs of her legs causing them to involuntarily buckle.

He used his bodyweight to push her down onto her stomach, twisting her arms and pinning them to her back in one fluid movement. She squirmed under his firm grip but she knew it was pointless. She was trapped, like a fish in a net. A fly in a spiders web.

She let out a grunt of frustration as she tried once more to writhe out of his strong grip. She could almost feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as a rush of warm air puffed onto the shell of her ear.

"Just as I thought, rusty." His voice was deep and amused. She gritted her teeth as he released her from his grip, chuckling to himself as he watched her get up onto her feet. Her breath was slightly ragged as she locked eyes with him, her jaw clenched.

Her ringtone blared through the woods. She tore her eyes from Dean and hurried to her bag. Damon's name illuminated the Caller ID. Her finger hovered over the accept button. She stole a glance at Dean who was already studying her intently. She flipped her phone shut.

"You don't need to get that?"

"Not important." She answered as she flicked it to silent and shoved it into the depths of her bag.

She rose to her full height and marched back into the centre of the clearing.

"Again."

After an hour, her body was aching and bruised. It was screaming at her to give up. And she might have done, if Dean hadn't just lunged at her for what must have been the 12th time and finally left his stomach exposed.

She stepped forward and punched him square between his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. She jumped on the opportunity instantly, kicking his feet out from underneath him. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, she pushed him to the ground and straddled his torso. A wild grin spread across her lips as she pinned his arms above his head.

Victory was hers. Finally. There was a triumphant look in her eye as his body stilled underneath hers, admitting defeat.

A smirk appeared on his lips as his hands settled on her thighs. His chuckle sounded like gravel. He winced as she intentionally pushed down onto the area of his stomach where a bruise was already starting to form.

"Well played Kit."

The praise affected her more than it should have.

She felt her cheeks flush as the pair locked eyes. The pad of Dean's thumb brushed against her skin. It left goosebumps in its wake.

"I'm spent." Sam groaned from behind them.

She finally broke eye contact, ducking her head down as Dean's hands flew from her thighs.

"Can we have a break now?" She asked as she rolled off him and glanced over at Sam.

"Please." Sam agreed as he collapsed against a tree. He seemed oblivious to the interaction that had just occurred.

"Great." *yn* rose to her feet and began to stretch her aching limbs. She could hear Dean getting onto his feet behind her.

"These weapons really work?" Dean spoke after a few moments of silence stretched through the clearing.

He had her crossbow in his hand. "Yeah, they've been useful before."

"And this one shoots stakes?" He brought it up to rest on his shoulder.

"Yeah, that ones a personal favourite of Ric's." *yn* answered as he watched him settle on a tree as a target. One eye closed as his finger rested on the trigger. Then he pulled.

There was a whoosh as a blurry figure snaked past her. The stake never found its target. It was stopped by a hand. A gaudy ring waved back at her. As did a smirking Damon.

"Uh oh, vampire not staked."

She blinked and he was gone. Firm hands gripped her shoulders before the stake had even hit the ground. A hard body pressed against her.

The band of the gaudy ring that was staring back at her only seconds ago was now pressing into her throat. Her face was guided to the side, exposing her skin. Fangs lightly scraped the side of her neck.

"Pretty girl gets killed instead." He murmured, his lips only millimetres from her skin. His fangs brushed her as he spoke.

Her face flushed and her heart pounded against her ribcage. This was so not the reaction she should be having to this encounter. She was certain Damon could hear the way her pulse was pounding. All she could do was hope that he assumed it was out of fear.

"You guys gotta work on your hunting skills."

*yn* knew how it looked, how Damon intended for it to look in front of Dean and Sam. But what they didn't see was how gently he had shifted her neck. How he had just brushed his thumb along the curve of her skull, almost in a way to communicate that he wasn't going to hurt her.

Dean's face had hardened as he aimed the crossbow at Damon.

"Alright ease up cowboy." Damon raised his hands in mock surrender but didn't make an attempt to move from behind *yn*. His makeshift shield.

"I'm just trying to make this training exercise as realistic as possible."

"Dean it's ok." *yn* reassured him. "This is just Damon's sick idea of a joke." She sneered.

Dean's eyes darted between Damon and *yn* for a few moments before he reluctantly lowered the crossbow. She could see Damon's smirk widen.

"You think my humour is sick? Why thank you."

She rolled her eyes and shoved him off her.

"You're an idiot."

He grinned at her as his fangs slid back into his gums and the veins under his eyes shrunk.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him before he could open his mouth again to spew out another taunt.

"You weren't answering your cell."

It was an accusation, not an explanation.

"I turned it off." His eyes narrowed at her answer.

"I need to talk to you." He glanced over at Dean and Sam, "in private." She rolled her eyes once more but nodded.

"And remember boys, special vamp hearing if you wanted to have a little gossip session about me while I'm gone." He turned and shot them an obnoxious wink.

She didn't wait for a response from Sam or Dean before she grabbed Damon's arm and dragged him off into the woods.

"Oh come on *yn*, why so grumpy." He teased. She gritted her teeth and finally came to a stop once they were out of ear shot of the boys.

"You rocking up with your fangs out isn't exactly going to help me convince them that they should leave me here, is it?"

This time it was Damon's turn to roll his eyes. "Alright I'm sorry, I was just having a little fun."

She sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest. "How's it going with them anyway?"

"Good actually, they've agreed to leave town."

"Really? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Huh." Damon nodded, his lips pursed, "probably good timing actually."

"And why's that?"

"Well... I sort of had a run in with Klaus."

"What? What happened?" All annoyance directed towards Damon flew out the window.

"He got the coffins back."

"Shit." She cursed under her breath. "So we're all screwed then?"

"Well... I did manage to hide one before he got there."

She blinked in disbelief. "The locked one?"

"Yep." He popped the 'p' as he nodded. "Let's just say he wasn't too pleased with me."

"So we still have leverage." She breathed out, "that's good. Although he's probably going to be twice as murderous now."

"Oh, I think he's going to have bigger things to worry about for a while."

Her eyes narrowed at his words, "and why's that?"

A smirk twisted up onto Damon's lips as he leant into his jacket pocket. She took a step back, her eyes widening at the object.

A white ash dagger stared back at her.

"Is that...?"

"You bet it is."

"Damon what the hell did you do?"

He shrugged. "I thought it was time for a brotherly reunion."

"So you're telling me we've now got two original vampires running around Mystic Falls?"

"Elijah hates Klaus. Wants him dead."

"We thought that the last time and look what happened."

Damon huffed. "This is different, Klaus broke his promise and stuffed him into a wooden box. The dudes pissed. And if Elijah's pissed, it means we have a chance to get him to work with us to finally put a stop to Klaus's little tirade."

*yn* sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You better be right about this."

"When am I ever wrong."

She shook her head, a ghost of a smile spreading across her lips as she looked away. Her eyes involuntarily dragged back into the direction of Sam and Dean.

"You want to get back to your training Kit?"

The nickname falling from his lips made her jerk her head back at him.

"That is what they call you, isn't it?"

"Were you spying on me?" She hissed.

"I had to find you from the sound of your voices. I didn't have a choice but to listen in." He shrugged innocently. If looks could kill, he'd be very much dead right now.

"I did arrive in time to see you tackle hero hair 2.0 to the ground."

"Are you done?"

"It was kind of hot."

She felt her cheeks begin to burn.

"Alright now I'm done." He grinned. "I'll leave you to it, gotta go tell the baby brother my genius plan."

She watched him take a few steps before he suddenly turned back around to face her. All traces of humour had left his face. She jutted her chin up to look at him as he marched towards her.

"Don't put your phone on silent again." A breath caught in her throat as he raised a hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze had softened as he studied every inch of her face.

"I hate worrying that something's happened to you."

In a blink he was gone.

"Fuck." She murmured under her breath.

*yn* spent the time it took reaching the clearing to collect herself and push thoughts of Damon to the back of her mind. By the time she reached the boys, she was the perfect picture of calm and normalcy.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah." She nodded, "friend drama."

Dean nodded. She knew that he didn't believe her.

"So-" She cleared her throat. "Do you guys want to keep training?"

"It's getting kind of late actually, we should probably get going soon." Sam answered her.

She felt her heart plummet to the ground. She knew that they had to go, but she wasn't ready for it. They'd just got here. They were just starting to reconnect, to mend those bonds that had eroded over the years.

Even though she was practically limping from their training session, it had been some of the most fun she'd had in a long time. Giggling as Sam and Dean bickered, or trying to contain her laughter when she'd accidentally kneed Sam in the groin. It felt so natural. So familial. Almost like her dad was about to pop out and call them in for dinner like he used to all those years ago.

Surely it wouldn't hurt if they stayed just a little while longer. Like Damon had said, Klaus was distracted.

"Why don't you guys stay the night?" She suggested, glancing between them hopefully.

"We could grab some dinner and then you can head out in the morning."

The boys exchanged dubious glances.

"C'mon you can sleep at mine, I'm sure you must be sick of motel beds."

That seemed to be what tipped them over the edge.

"Alright that sounds good, thank you." Dean spoke, shooting her a tight lipped smile.

A grin spread across her lips, "great! Let's get something from the grill. I think it's burger deal night." She spoke enthusiastically as she picked up her duffel bag.

"Ooh! I call shotgun!" And with that she hurried off towards the impala, leaving the boys trailing after her.

"We're not playing any Taylor Swift." Dean called out to her as she neared the car.

She rolled her eyes, "I know you don't actually hate her."

"Oh really? And how do you know that?"

The car lock clicked.

"Because no one actually hates Taylor Swift. It's impossible."

Dean muttered something under his breath as the three of them piled into the impala. Sam's knees were practically up to his face as he forced himself into the back. Dean slid the key into the ignition.

"Do you still have that ACDC tape your dad used to play all the time?"

Dean's fingers froze in place. He turned to look at her.

"You still listen to ACDC?"

"Yeah. Of course I do. Why do you think I chose the name Young?"

Dean thought he might pass out as realisation hit him. "Like as in Angus Young...."

"Yeah..." She looked at him puzzled. "Do you guys still not use those sort of fake names?" She glanced over her shoulder at Sam.

"Yeah we do it's just..." Dean trailed off, bringing her attention back to him.

"Anyway-" He cleared his throat, "I have it, it's already in."

His answer made her smile grow wider. "Well what are you waiting for Winchester?"

He shook his head in disbelief before twisting the key in the ignition, letting the impala rumble to life. He pressed a button and the beginning of Back in Black started to blare through the speakers.

Sam internally groaned.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." She leant back in her seat and kicked her feet up onto the dash as Dean pulled out onto the road.

Sam's brow raised when Dean didn't say a word. If that had been him, he'd have been told to get out and walk.

Dean grinned and began to tap his fingers along the leather of the wheel, his head bobbing in time.

"Back in black, I hit the sack - come on Winchester!" She exclaimed when she didn't hear Dean's voice, hitting his chest playfully.

Sam blinked in disbelief as Dean began to join in, the pair of them shouting at the top of their lungs. Dean cranked the music louder.

"Oh my god." Sam mumbled to himself.

"There's two of them."

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deancasbigbang · 6 months

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Ten Years Gone

Author: Labgeek2002

Artist: Keikakudom

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Past Castiel/Michael

Length: 78707

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Detective Castiel (Supernatural), Criminal Dean Winchester, Group Homes, Protective Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester's A++ Parenting, BAMF Castiel

Summary: While closing the biggest case of Detective Castiel Novak's life--bringing down Chicago's notorious Luguino crime family--everything gets put on hold when he catches Dean Winchester, his childhood crush, breaking the law. Soon after he snaps the cuffs on Dean, Cas' world is turned upside down as he's led down the dark path of organized crime and police corruption. With no one he can trust, will Cas learn to rely on the man who once brought comfort and protection, or will he find betrayal around every corner?

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most-hated-blorbo-bracket · 8 months

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any chance of an updated list?

Of course!!

Also, this is the NEW and FUCKING IMPROVED LIST, I alphabetized it so it’s even better than before >:3

Currently, we have 340 unique characters (if I counted right) and 487 total submissions. The top three most submitted fandoms are Homestuck, Danganronpa, and One Piece, excluding submissions that were spelt wrong or spelt differently. The top three submitted characters are Haiji Towa, Vriska Serket, and Stella Goeta (stella has so many submissions it’s funny)!

Finally, this is the raw, unedited list of characters submitted so far. Just because they are here doesn’t mean they’ll be in the tournament; it just means they’ve been submitted, regardless of media or what character they are!

as always, list under the cut!

This first list is for characters with two or more submissions. Characters who have three or more submissions will get first dibs in the tournament!

Akechi Goro

Akio Ohtori / Himemiya

Anakin Skywalker

Ansem the Wise

April O’Neil (2012)

Ardyn Izunia

Ayin

Azula

Bill Cipher

Boston

Bramblestar

Buzz McCallister

Caillou

Chibiusa

Childe

Cici

Cullen Rutherford

Darkstalker

Dazai Osamu

Dio

Dio (Zero Escape)

Donald Trump

Donquixote Doflamingo

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Drannus

Eichi Tenshouin

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Eridan Ampora

Evan Hansen

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Glenn Quagmire

George Wickham

Greg Heffley

Haiji Towa

Happosai

Her Imperious Condescension

Higashikata Josuke

Huey Emmerich

Ibara Saegusa

Izzy Hands

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Jin Guangyao

John Gaius

Julia Mazzone

Junko Enoshima

Jurgen Leitner

Katsuki Bakugo

Kokichi Ouma

Kristoph Gavin

Kromer

Kusaka Masato

Kylo Ren

Kyubey

Lance Dubois

Le’garde

Live Action Buggy

Makima

Mal

Marvin Falsettos

Meenah Peixes

Merlin

Micah Bell

Michael

Minoru Mineta

Mr. Bungee

Pierce Hawthorne

Pierre

Princess Daisy

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Regal Farseer

Ronaldo

Rose Quartz

Santa Claus

Sasuke Uchiha

Scrappy Doo

Sentinel Prime

Shiver

Shou Tucker

Simon

Simon Laurent

Sosuke Aizen

Spamton

Stella Goetia

Teddy / Kuma

The Maverick

The Metatron

The Once-Ler

Thistleclaw

Tony Stark

Tsumugi Aoba

Ty Betteridge

Val Velocity

Viren

Vriska Serkat

William Afton

c!Dream

Ōchi Fukuchi

The next list is for characters only submitted once. If you want these characters to have a higher chance of being added to the tournament, feel free to submit more propaganda for them!

Absalom

Abyss Sibling

Adam

Agamemnon

Airy

Akane

Akito Shinonome

Akito Sohma

Alastor

Alexander Hamilton

Ali Lectric

All For One

Aloise Trancy

Anatole Kuragin

Angel Dust

Anne Hathaway

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Aranea Serkat

Ashfur

Astarion

Asuka

Bella Swan

Ben Jackson Walker

Betsy Wolfe

Billy

Billy Hargrove

Black Pete

Blackbeard

Blitzo Buckzo

Booker

Box

Bro-Strider

Buck Cluck

Buzz (cheerios)

Byakuya Togami

Caesar Clown

Caliborn / Lord English

Captain Kuro

Cersei Iannister

Chloe Bourgeois

Chris McClain

Chrollo Lucifer

Cicero

Clara Oswald

Coco

Cozy Glow

Cynte

Damian Wayne

Dan Moroboshi

Dean Venture

Dean Winchester

Detective Saracusa

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Disembodied Voice

Don Flamenco

Dr. Henry Miller

Drew

Duke

Edelgard

Elias Ainsworth

Elon Musk

Equius Zahhak

Erebus

Eric Cartman

Erlina and Brugaves

Eugene Coli

Every Single Country In 1993

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

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Five

Five Pebbles

Floch

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France (Hetalia)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

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Georg Weissmann

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Haiji Senri

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Henry the Eighth

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Il Dottore

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Itsuki Shu

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Jacopo Bearzatti

James T. Kirk

Jayne Cobb

Jiren

Joe Destefano

Johnny

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Jonathan Groff

Judith Ford / Natalie Cook

Judo

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Ken

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Kusunoki Muu

Kyouichi Saionji

Ladd Russo

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Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Mori Ougai

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Ms. Valentine

Muu Kusunoki

Muzan Kibutsuji

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Nagito Komaeda

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Natsumi Sakasaki

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Nickel

Nikola Tesla

Noor Pradesh

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Orochi

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Paul Von Oberstein

Pencil

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Quiche

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Rafe Cameron

Randy

Raven Queen

Rebecca Costwolds

Redd White

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Roger

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Roland

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Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sakazuki Akainu

Sandy

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Sheldon Cooper

Shen Jiu

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Shinonomes (both)

Shredder

Sigma Klim

Silver Spoon

Skizzleman

Slayer

Solf J. Kimblee

So Sejima

Splinter

Stark Sands

Steven Universe

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Subara Akehoshi

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Teruhashi Makoto

Teruteru

The Eleventh Doctor

The Entirety Of Homestuck

The Groke

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The New Ninja

The Old Palace Master

The Operator

The Pale King

Tim Drake

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Touichiro Suzuki

Trishna

Tumblr Staff

Valens Van Varro

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Victor Frankenstein

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Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Volgin

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Wen Chao

Whiteout, Clearsight, and Benjamin

Will Shuester

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Woodes Rogers

Xisuma

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Yu Ziyuan

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Zhou Zishu

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destielomegaversebigbang · 7 months

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When The Bough Breaks

Author: NiksFics

Artist: Demonicsoulmates

Rating: Explicit

Summary: An abandoned baby. A missing Omega. A race against time. Detective Castiel Novak loves working for the Lawrence Police Department’s Special Victims Unit, fighting for justice for those who can’t fight for themselves. When an abandoned baby turns up, he figures it will be an open and shut case - find her parents or place her with Social Services. What he doesn’t expect is a DNA match to reopen a cold case - the case of a missing, and presumed dead, Omega. A rare male Omega at that. Time is ticking as Castiel races to find answers. Where did baby Emma come from? Why does he feel a connection to her? And just where is Dean Winchester?

Warnings/Tags: Rape/Non-con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/Lydia (dub-con), Dean Winchester/Alastair (non-con), Mentions of past Dean/Benny, Mentions of past Dean/Lisa, Mentions of past Dean/Cassie, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Emma Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, MPREG, Depictions of birth, Kidnapped Dean Winchester, Police Officer Castiel, Anal Sex, Anal fingering, Rimming, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Knotting, True Mates, Graphic depiction of the rape and murder of an infant - but it doesn’t happen, it’s just used as psychological torture

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Smoke Eater - Part 6

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

🔥 Series Masterlist

Word Count: 7,000 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort

Part 6: “Just Casual”

A few days after the house fire that claimed the life of Paul Richardson, father of two, Chief Bobby Singer was joined in his office by Detectives Winchester and Novak, along with his resident Squad Captain and Truck Lieutenant, Benny and Dean.

“The Richardson fire has officially been determined an arson,” Bobby revealed.

“They found a time-delay incendiary device hidden in the attic. No fingerprints. But that’s not even the odd thing,” he said. “The medical examiner found a brand mark on his wrist that was inconsistent with his other burns. Which is why you’re here, I reckon.”

Bobby directed his gaze at both John and Cas, who didn’t look surprised to hear this news.

Dean raised a brow. His gaze shifted to his father, but John only met his stare for a moment before he answered Bobby’s unspoken question.

“We’ve been investigating a series of murders in the area over the past six months,” John said. “Each victim died in their home, with the same brand somewhere on their body. Typically the wrist, or the back of the neck.”

“So we officially have a serial killer turned arsonist on our hands,” Bobby concluded. His attention shifted to Benny and Dean. “Keep this close to the vest, but keep your eyes open.”

“Arsonists are hard to catch,” Dean said, looking to the detectives. “What do you know about this guy?”

Cas glanced at John. The older man could feel his stare, but had to ignore it for now.

“Not much as of yet,” John said. “Right now he’s a coil of smoke, if you’ll pardon the phrase. Our psychologist says he’s most likely a white male, statistically speaking. College educated, or at the very least intelligent, efficient, and so far, he thinks every step through. Like he said, no prints. But the brand is a message.”

“To who, and why, is what we’ve been trying to figure out,” Cas added. “We think that’s the key to pinpointing a suspect.”

“Really,” Dean said. He raised a brow and crossed his arms. “Six months, and that’s all you’ve got?”

“Dean,” John started, but the Lieutenant shook his head.

“Come on, Dad. I know you. Who is this guy?”

“Dean, this is the best I can give you right now, but believe me, we’re working on it,” John said, that tone that boded no further argument.

Bullshit, Dean wanted to shoot back. But he held his tongue for now. He knew that John wouldn’t budge. Instinct still told Dean that his father was holding something back though.

As the men filtered out of Bobby’s office, Dean held Cas back for a moment.

“Watch the old man’s back, all right,” Dean said. “He’s got a penchant for being reckless.”

Cas gave him a wry, pointed look. “I’m doing my best. Winchesters are a stubborn lot.”

Dean smirked and walked out with him. Meg was headed inside, having just come in from an ambulance call. She smiled when she saw her boyfriend.

“Hey, lover,” she greeted. And she smacked his ass in front of God and the entire Rescue Squad, who liked to sit outside the firehouse and play cards at their table.

Ramirez and the others smirked and called out their customary whoops and cat calls. Dean smirked at the actual blushing discomfort that tightened up Cas’s face and shoulders.

“Dinner tonight at Casablanca’s, right?” Meg asked, unfazed by the catcalling peanut gallery.

“Right,” Cas said stiffly. But he still brushed her cheek with his thumb in affection. “See you later.”

“Yep,” she nodded, though she shot Dean a wry brow. “What? I stole your boyfriend. Get over it.”

She continued on her path back inside the firehouse, leaving Dean and Cas to stare after her in annoyance and begrudging fondness, respectively.

Dean turned to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Good luck and Godspeed, my friend. That woman’s fuckin’ terrifying.”

Cas gave him a lazy salute as he walked away. He found that John had already started up their police car. He was in the driver’s seat, as always, with a hand resting casually on the steering wheel.

Dean typically sat in much the same way. Cas thought both men were more comfortable in a car than anywhere else in life. Except, maybe, the precinct and the firehouse.

Cas slid into the passenger seat and gave his partner a knowing look.

“I still think you should tell Sam and Dean what’s really happening here,” he said.

John looked over at him with an almost unreadable expression. But they had been partners for a few years now; long enough for Cas to get a read on the older veteran.

“I understand why you want to keep them out of this, but now this guy is starting fires. Here, in Dean’s district,” Cas pointed out. “Wouldn’t it be safer for him if he had clearer eyes walking into the next one?”

If, God forbid, something should go wrong on the next call Dean responded to, John would never forgive himself. Both he and Cas knew this, but John never answered his partner’s question. He didn’t want his sons getting their noses in this just yet, even if it meant the worry he saw in Dean’s eyes.

So he put the car in “drive” and peeled away from the firehouse.

Trying to match your schedule with Dean’s was a challenge you two were trying to figure out. Though you’d fallen into a pattern of talking on the phone to fill the void when you two couldn’t meet.

Even after almost two more weeks and a third date, you were pleasantly surprised that you and Dean still had plenty to talk about. You told him more about your childhood with your grandparents, while he told you funny stories about him and Sam growing up with their dad, though he was often gone while working on cases.

It was family friend and Fire Chief, Bobby Singer who looked after them whenever John couldn’t, or his old partner Jody Mills, or even Ellen Harvelle, owner of the Roadhouse.

The more you learned about Dean, the more invested you became. And he listened to you when you went on tangents about new recipes you wanted to try out (as long as he got to be your official Taste Tester).

You two argued, playfully and fervently, about music. And you’d been creating a list of old shows the other hadn’t seen, but absolutely needed to.

Dean had suggested Dukes of Hazzard, for example, while you suggested Smallville. You each only agreed to put up with this list if you two watched it together. (Needless to say, there would be some marathon binge watching in your future.)

You particularly took notice though, when Dean invited you to join him at the Roadhouse to meet Cas, one of his best friends, and his girlfriend Meg. You’d invited Andréa to come along, and even Dean’s friend Benny, who she’d also been seeing ever since that night at the Roadhouse.

Apparently, the couple had their own plans.

You tried not to feel some type of way about her brush-off, but your friend had been increasingly distant since she met Benny Lafitte. However, you supposed you couldn’t judge. You hadn’t been calling her as much either, ever since you met Dean.

You knew that if you kept dating him, some adjustments would have to come in your life. You also promised yourself that you’d never be someone who forgot your friends for a man…even for a man like Dean Winchester.

Tonight, however, you’d come directly from work to meet him at the bar. It made more sense than to make him come pick you up from your house, so you sat with a ginger ale while you waited. He’d promised you via text that he was on the way, just stuck in traffic.

Okay, drive safe. 😘 Don’t speed, please.

You knew how he liked floor the Impala with that damn lead foot of his.

No promises. 🏎️

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were smiling unconsciously as you read his reply.

You were soon knocked out of your thoughts when a smooth voice said your name. You looked up and to your right, and there stood a familiar face. The man greeted you with an easy smile as he sat down next to you.

“I thought that was you,” he said. He reached out his hand and re-introduced himself. “Gordon Walker. Not sure if you remember me.”

“Oh, yes! Of course I do, Gordon,” you smiled and shook his hand.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said. His dark eyes subtly took you in from head to toe in your skirt, heels, and blouse. “Though I’ve gotta admit, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Ah, right,” you said. “Well—”

Before you could explain, Gordon held up a finger as he noticed your drink of choice.

“Oh, wait a sec. Let me get you something stronger than soda,” he said. He started to flag down Jo, but you shook your head and made a cutting motion with your hand.

“Uh, no, that’s okay,” you said. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“What?” Gordon asked.

It was getting busy in the bar, making it loud enough that you could understand why he hadn’t heard you. You leaned over towards his ear.

“I’m good for now, thanks,” you said, raising your voice a bit. Gordon leaned in even closer and chanced resting a hand above your knee.

“You sure?” he asked. He gave you a smile that was all smooth sex appeal and confidence, without being arrogant.

It was undoubtedly attractive, but you were more shocked than charmed in your blush. You instinctively leaned back when you felt his hand on your thigh. Your hand clenched on the counter.

While your brain scrambled to figure out a response that would successfully remove it (without snapping rudely like you were itching to), a hand slipped along your lower back.

You jolted a bit in your seat with a flare of unease, until you turned your head and found Dean.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and dropped a kiss at your hairline. He also clapped a heavy hand on Gordon’s shoulder and squeezed. The other man graciously got the hint and leaned back, withdrawing his hand from your thigh.

“Hi,” you said, finally able to breathe a bit easier. You gave Dean a smile, and he returned it.

He looked over at his friend with a sharper smile. “Hey, Gord. How’s your night goin’?”

“Good.” Gordon nodded, now with a knowing gleam in his eye. “Though I’m sure your night’s gonna go better.”

You weren’t sure how to take that remark, considering the way Dean reacted with a tighter expression and pursed lips. Then, they flickered at a smile.

“Well, we’re meeting up with Meg and Cas in a minute. You should join us,” Dean said. Even though his tone wasn’t so very inviting. The two men seemed to have a wordless conversation between the lines that you couldn’t decipher.

Gordon shook his head, but raised his drink. “No worries, you guys hang. I’m leaving in a few.”

“All right. Let us know if you change your mind,” Dean said. He thumped Gordon once more on the back, more friendly this time.

Dean’s other hand slipped around your waist. He tapped you on the side.

“Come on, I’ve got us a table. It’s quieter,” he said.

You nodded and slid out of your seat. You offered Gordon a polite smile, even if you’d rather not.

“Have a good night,” you said.

The other man’s smile was less flirtatious and more polite this time as well.

“You too,” he said.

Dean helped you onto your feet, like the gentleman he was, and he continued to lead you away from the bar with a hand on the small of your back. You instinctively pressed against his side to squeeze past the throng of patrons.

When you reached a high-top table in the corner, he pulled out your chair and held your hand as you climbed up in your skirt. You thanked him with a more genuine smile. Though once he was seated next to you, you leaned towards him and laid a hand on his arm, which rested on the table.

“I tried to tell him I was waiting for you. He took me by surprise,” you whispered.

Dean’s brows rose, but his face soon evened out with a smile. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t know about us,” he said. “He was shootin’ his shot…a bit aggressively. Sorry about that.”

“Oh…it’s okay. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” you replied. Though butterflies ran through your belly when you considered what us meant.

You noted his frown at what you’d said though, and so you aimed to change the subject.

“But Cas and Meg know, right?” you asked.

Dean nodded. His frown started to lift. “Yeah. Cas is one of my best friends. Meg is…well. She’s the little sister I wish I didn’t have.”

You shook your head in amusement. Then you let out a squeal as Dean hooked a foot around the leg of your chair and brought you closer. He stopped you from becoming too unbalanced by wrapping an arm around your waist. You clenched your hands into the open panels of his plaid shirt, and his charming smile greeted you.

“Hi,” he said.

You laughed. “Yeah, you mentioned that earlier.”

“Well, I’m doing it right this time,” he said. And he dipped down for a lingering kiss.

Across the bar was Jo Harvelle, doing her job behind the counter. She poured five shots in succession and doled them out to a party of frat bros without even looking.

Her eyes were drawn to the back corner of the bar, where you and Dean sat closely together, exchanging whispers and the occasional steamy kiss.

“Mind your business,” came Ellen’s whisper in her ear.

Jo whipped her head to glare softly at her mother, but she saw Ellen’s point. It was both obvious and pathetic of her to stare.

Despite the unease making her feel a bit sick to her stomach, Jo went over to Gordon down at the end. His sympathetic smile bothered her; she knew then she hadn’t just been caught by her mother.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” he remarked.

“What?” Jo said. She began wiping down his area of the counter. “Would it kill you to keep it in the glass?”

Gordon gave her an amused look as he sat back in his seat. His tumbler of whiskey was drained.

“Look, I’m sorry, all right?” he said.

Both of them knew he wasn’t apologizing for the spill.

Jo’s brows knitted together, mostly in annoyance. “Again, for what?”

“I know it’s gotta be hard to see him actually moving on,” he replied.

Her lips pursed, and her eyes darted to the back of the room again. She stared for a moment at the side of your face.

“Knowing him, whatever it is won’t last,” she muttered.

Gordon hissed at the "burn," with a deep chuckle. She knew her words weren’t kind, but it was how she felt.

“That may be,” he allowed. “But he’s not just chasing tail anymore. That’s what scares you.”

Gordon dropped a nice tip for her next to his glass. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and left Jo with the churning in her gut.

Cas and Meg finally arrived a few minutes later.

Dean knew you’d been to the Roadhouse before, but this was different. You were meeting some of his friends, and he realized how much he wanted you to. He felt…comfortable around you. And he wanted his friends to know you, and to like you.

“As you know, Meg’s our Paramedic in Charge over at 25,” he began, gesturing at the woman as she got settled in her seat.

You admired her long brown hair, tall boots, and black leather jacket. She seemed to ooze confidence and dark charisma as she tossed you a smirk.

“Guilty,” she said.

You smiled back. Dean gestured at her boyfriend next, clad in a beige trench coat, slacks, and blazer.

“And Cas, who bravely suffers being my dad’s partner on the job.”

Cas nodded wryly at the introduction. His dark hair and blue eyes were striking, you could admit. His tie was loose and slightly rumpled. Along with the stubble coating his face, he was handsome, if a bit scruffy. It was hard for you to believe he’d earned the top scores his year in the Police Academy, but you supposed that looks could be deceiving.

“What’s that like?” you asked with a smirk. “From what I’ve heard about John Winchester, he sounds like he’s a bit of a hard-ass.”

Dean barked with a dry laugh. “An understatement.”

“He has a crab-like shell,” Cas agreed. “But he has a soft center where it counts, not unlike his sons.”

You turned to Dean with a more teasing smile. “Aww…”

He rolled his eyes, even though his arm, which had been draped across the back your chair, now dropped to curl around your waist.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Columbo,” he remarked at his blue-eyed friend.

Always had to get the last dig in, it seemed, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little along with Meg at Cas’s expense.

“You guys all seem really close,” you said. It was nice for you to see.

Dean shrugged like it was no big deal. Or rather, like it was commonplace.

“Well, maybe family ain’t just about blood,” he said.

Meg rolled her eyes. “Ugh. What a friggin’ sap.”

“You love it,” Dean grinned. She smiled, begrudgingly.

Family ain’t just about blood.

You liked that sentiment as well. It seemed to be true here.

Even Ellen Harvelle treated Dean like a son when she came over to greet your table. She kissed his cheek and gave Meg and Cas’s shoulders a squeeze. Even you got a warm hand on your shoulder when she introduced herself.

“Welcome, hun. I understand it’s not your first time here, but if you got any questions on the menu, you let me know,” she said.

Dean shot you a conspiratorial smile, and it got you wondering what he was about to do.

“I mean, I don’t know why you don’t put the order in for chili fries the second you see me come through the door,” he teased. “Come on, Ellen. How long’ve I been coming here? Since before I had a license?”

Ellen narrowed her eyes and flicked the side of Dean’s head, regardless of his flinching protest.

“Don’t you go sayin’ that so damn loud,” she reproached. “You never drank underage at my bar.”

His eyes averted with a smile, in a way that told you Ellen was a damn liar. You bit your lip to try and hide your smile.

“Anyway, I’ll get your damn fries—”

“And a beer,” Dean interjected. She rolled her eyes.

“And a beer. Four?” she pointed at the rest of you, and you, Cas, and Meg nodded in agreement.

“All right, four beers. Anything else, darlin’?” She looked at you with a mother’s charm.

You looked up from the menu and unconsciously smiled.

“Um, sure. Can I get the chicken sandwich?”

She patted your shoulder. “You sure can.”

Ellen then took the rest of their orders without writing a thing down. You were impressed by her memory. At the end though, Dean didn’t let her go without a hand on her arm.

“Thanks, Ellen,” he said with a more sincere smile.

“A-huh,” she replied, with all due sarcasm. But there was a fondness in her eyes that was hard to miss when she playfully grabbed the back of his neck. “Knucklehead.”

A giggle escaped you, and Ellen tossed you a wink before she went to put in the orders and get the drinks.

Conversation flowed easier when the alcohol came. One beer became two, and even three (four, for Meg). By then, you were sure it was one beer too many for yourself, but you didn’t want to be the odd one out. You were mostly listening to the three of them bounce back and forth between reminiscing with old stories and roasting one another mercilessly.

It was hilarious and entertaining, but you were trying not to get caught in the crosshairs of the volleying. Inevitably though, Meg’s attention turned to you with a certain sly smile.

“You must be real special,” she remarked, gesturing at Dean. “He usually doesn’t bring his girls around here, where he actually likes to hang out. Guess that’d mean he’d have to see ‘em again with the lights on.”

You blinked in surprise.

“Meg,” Dean’s voice cut like a warning.

Your eyes widened as you took in the change, his deeper voice, his more serious gaze, versus Meg’s nonchalance. Even Cas gave her a chiding look.

“Not sure I want to know what that means,” you tried to joke.

But you could guess. It was fairly obvious.

You glanced over at Dean, whose lips pursed. Before either of you could say anything more, Meg chimed in.

“Oooh, is this gonna be your first fight?” she teased.

Dean’s brows furrowed with a glare. “That’s enough.”

“And that’s our cue,” Cas nodded. He’d already slipped out his wallet as soon as his girlfriend started talking. He left a generous few bills to cover their half of the night, plus tip, and got up out of his seat. He claimed his coat and then encouraged Meg off her chair.

“What? I’m not done with my beer,” she protested.

“I think you are,” Cas said.

Meg scoffed, but she allowed his manhandling as he wrapped a supportive arm around her waist.

“You’re not the boss of me, Clarence,” she snipped.

“Certainly not,” he agreed. “But you’re a lightweight. Time to go home, before you insult the entire bar.”

“You’re no fucking fair,” she groused, hitting his chest over his jacket. Cas leveled you and Dean with a long-suffering look of apology.

Dean waved him off with a “no sweat it” look and a shake of his head. Meg annoyed the shit out of him sometimes, especially when she was drunk. He turned to you with a sigh.

“Again, sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d have to apologize for my friends more than once tonight,” he said.

You shook your head. “It’s...okay. Overall, they were really fun.”

Dean scoffed. “I don’t think Cas has been called fun even once in his life.”

You smiled in amusement, but Meg’s words still swirled around in your head like heady wine.

“Dean,” you began, but your attempt to broach the issue was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He gave you an apologetic look and fished in his pocket for his phone. His brows rose when he saw the caller ID.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I gotta take this,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay—” You’d barely nodded when Dean was up and out of his chair, heading out of the bar. You could still see him through one of the faded glass doors as he held the phone up to his ear.

It was late, and quieter now. A blonde server came to take your plates, and you actually remembered her.

“Oh, hi! Jo, right?” you asked. She hesitated when you spoke, but she bobbed her head.

“That’s me,” she said. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I met your mom. She’s really nice.”

Jo uttered a wry laugh as she stacked the plates and silverware. You helped her collect the silverware and empty beer bottles.

“Yeah, when you get her good side,” she replied.

You smirked at that, remembering how Ellen snapped back and forth with Dean. You had no doubt that woman could be a pistol if you pissed her off.

“Well, it's nice here,” you admitted, once again taking stock of the décor. The music, the warm lighting, the good food… “It’s cozy.”

Jo’s smile quirked to one side as she paused.

“Well, it’s been in my family for three generations of Harvelles,” she said. “This was my father’s favorite place in the world.”

You caught the note of melancholy in her words, in her eyes.

“Was?” you echoed. She met your gaze and nodded.

“He was a firefighter,” she said. “He died on the job.”

You dimmed considerably. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Jo only nodded.

“How did he…” Your curiosity got the best of you, but you soon shook your head and backtracked. “Never mind, you don’t have to explain.”

“It was a fire that wasn’t properly vented,” Jo answered your half-spoken question. Her blue eyes were heavier. “He got caught in an updraft…but he actually worked at Firehouse 25. He was their brother. That’s why this’ll always be their place.”

You processed that with a slow nod of wonder.

“It’s good that you and your mom will always have that support,” you said eventually. “Even though…it might be hard too, to always be reminded.”

Jo’s lips quirked again. “It’s more the first one, but…sometimes the second one. A lot of these guys have known me since I had braces. It’s hard to shake that perpetual little sister thing.”

You smiled at that. “Yeah, I’d imagine that gets old real quick. A bunch of over-protective older brothers.”

“Overbearing, more like,” she scoffed. You laughed.

Unconsciously, you glanced over to the front of the bar, where you saw Dean still on the phone. You remembered the second date you were meant to have, when he was late due to a five-car pileup his team responded to.

You remembered that night he called you for the first time, after a long day he didn’t want to tell you about. He’d let you distract him instead. All the while, it had you wondering what he’d seen. What he’d responded to that day.

Had it been another car accident? A fire? What made someone as upbeat and funny and smooth as Dean seem to lose all the life in his voice?

Though while you were lost in your thoughts, Jo was watching you.

Jealousy roiled inside her, unbidden. She didn’t want to hate you, because unlike the girls Dean usually messed around with, you had some self-respect. Jo heard Meg’s snide clips at you earlier, and no one could fake the surprise in your eyes. Unless you were just that good a damn actor…

But no, she didn’t get that vibe from you.

It didn’t mean she had to like you though.

“You’re right to think twice,” Jo said, earning your attention back with a swivel of your head. “What Meg said…she wasn’t wrong. Dean’s broken a few hearts, if you catch my drift.”

Just a few well-placed words, Jo thought. She realized then that she had the power to twist the wrench here, widening the gap between you and Dean. Feed your doubts.

She didn’t have to feel bad about it if it was the truth.

And yet…she saw the way your gaze fell. The disappointment setting in, the anxious clench of your hands on the table. You glanced over at Dean again out of the corner of your eye.

Jo realized then just what she was doing, not just to Dean, but to herself.

You’re not some petty bitch, she dully reminded herself.

“But,” she found herself adding. You raised your gaze back to her. Jo let out a subtle breath.

“It’s not always his fault,” she admitted. And maybe she was speaking a bit too much from experience. “The job demands a lot from him.”

Slowly, you nodded. You looked pensive, but not like you’d made up your mind.

Fine, Jo thought, as she collected the dishes and left your table.

She didn’t know if she wanted to sway you one way or the other on taking a chance on Dean Winchester.

While you were talking to Jo, Dean was taking his father’s unexpected call.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” he said.

“Hey, son. How are ya?” John’s voice was gruff and tired. Dean frowned to hear it.

“I’m good. I’m out right now, but did you need something?”

“Have you responded to any fires lately?”

“You mean like the Richardson fire?” Dean asked pointedly. “No, haven’t had one since. And no cattle prod brandings either.”

“All right, good. Just checking in.”

Good? Dean thought. John would be chomping at the bit for a new arson. If he was “just checking in,” then he was worried about something. Is he worried about me?

“What’s going on? Is there something I need to know?” Dean asked in suspicion. This was why he had taken the call. “Seriously, you can tell me. I’m not even gonna bitch at you like Sam does.”

John chuckled. But then he hesitated. Dean knew he’d hit on something.

“Dad?” he pressed.

John’s sigh was a heavy one. “Okay. What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.”

Dean’s brows furrowed in trepidation. “Okay, fine. What the hell is it?”

“Richardson, the father of two?” John reminded. “He was a lawyer, linked to a money laundering scheme through a company called Stull Storage. It’s an old company, dates back to the seventies.”

“Okay…”

As John continued to explain, the more confused Dean became…

About 30 years ago, John Winchester had been a young, but promising officer in the Narcotics division. He’d married young, and by then was just barely clearing the five-year mark. Already he had the house he’d inherited from his wife’s parents, a four-year-old son, and a newborn.

Stull Storage’s units were used by a drug ring that John had been trying to infiltrate, undercover. Those units had stored cocaine, illegal weapons, and other flavors of contraband, mostly from South America (and back).

“We got close to breaking that case, once, but after the fire…I transferred out of Narcotics, as you know,” John said.

Dean knew the real story there. After his mom died, his father went into a spiral, trying to find whoever set that fire—even after the Fire Department found no evidence of arson. John had eventually been forced out of Narcotics. He requested Homicide.

As he’d told Dean once when he was extremely drunk: I seem to do better at my job when the bodies are already dead.

“Now I know that I was right about your mother’s death,” John said.

Dean released a shaky sigh. “Aw, man. Not this again, Dad. For Christ’s sake.”

“There was something wrong about that fire, Dean,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over Dean’s objections. “I just didn’t find the connection…until now.”

Dean muttered a curse under his breath. His gaze fell to the ground. Sam was usually the one who drew a hard line at hearing any more about their mom’s supposed murder, but now Dean had reached the end of his tether. It was too much.

He glanced back through the glass doors to make sure you were okay. He saw you talking to Jo, and he frowned at himself.

Here you were, waiting on him back in the bar, and his dad was calling him in the middle of the night, chasing ghosts again.

“Look…it’s been my whole damn life with this.” Dean held the phone to his ear with one hand, and rubbed at his forehead with the other. “I just can’t do this with you anymore.”

“Dean, listen,” John urged. “You wanna know what I’m digging into, this is it. I got Mary’s file unsealed.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “What? Thought you couldn’t do that without new evidence and a court order.”

“Well, I’ve got the evidence…maybe I was a bit impatient with the court order.”

Dean rolled his eyes. His father liked to play a little fast and loose with the rules.

“At the time, the medical examiner dismissed it. She’d been burned…” John paused on a deeper breath. “But I saw it. Mary had a burn on her wrist. It was the same brand found on Richardson. On Jerry Stillwell, CPA. Amanda Waller, journalist. It’s all connected, Dean. How they’re connected to one another, I’m not sure yet. We’re still digging…but I do know this. Richardson was a message.”

Dean’s back hit the wall of the Roadhouse. His brows furrowed as he struggled to digest everything John was saying.

“A message?” he asked. “To who?”

“To me, I think. Those kids, and their mother…you got ‘em out alive, but they weren’t meant to,” John said, his voice sounding heavy. "The wife told me her husband was erratic when he got home, holding his wrist. He'd been burned before the fire. He wouldn't say what happened...then they smelled the goddamn smoke."

"Shit," Dean replied. He leaned heavily against the wall, pressing a hand to his forehead. There was an ache starting between his eyes.

“Yeah," John agreed. "The drug ring I was investigating, when I was in Narcotics. I was getting close. And I mean close. I was about to get the Big Kahuna. The kingpin of the whole operation…and then the house fire.”

Fuck. Dean wiped at his mouth anxiously as he realized what John was saying. Fuck.

“He burned me, Dean. He must have,” John said. Meaning, the drug lord he was trying to pin down somehow discovered his identity. “Your mom paid the price of that.”

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked. His hand holding the phone was starting to tremble.

“I still don’t know his real name. Workin’ on that one too,” John said. “But they called him Azazel.”

When Dean eventually hung up with his father and returned to you at the bar, he saw you brighten. But you soon dimmed with a tinge of worry. Something of his thoughts must’ve shown on his face.

Shit. He tried his best to school his features.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said, grasping your shoulder. “I’ll take you home.”

“I met you here, remember?” you asked.

Dean paused, then shook his head. Get it together, asshole.

“Right," he said. "Well, I’ll walk you to your car. Let me just pay real quick.”

After he sorted out the bill (he didn’t know that you’d slipped in an extra $30 in Cas’s stack for your part), he led you out, saying goodbye to Ellen and Jo while you went.

You hesitated when the two of you got to the car. Something wasn’t right with him. And both Jo and Meg’s words still rolled back and forth through your head.

“Dean, are you okay? Who was it on the phone?” you asked.

“I’m fine. It was just my dad, called to have me take a look at his car. We were just arguing about our schedules…I’m sure you can relate,” he replied, trying at a smile.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. Though he was nearly convincing, he was also shifting on his feet, hands in his pockets. His gaze roamed away from yours, above your head and over your shoulder.

“Um, I might’ve had a beer too many,” you said with a half-chuckle. “Could you walk with me for a bit? Just until my head clears enough to drive.”

“I could take you home,” Dean offered.

“And leave my car here?” you asked. In a public parking lot behind a bar?

You shook your head and pointed down the road.

“Just there and back…but if you need to go, I guess I could just sit in my car for a while.”

Dean shook his head with a frown. He couldn’t tell you that a damn serial killer was on the loose.

“No, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s a relatively safe neighborhood, but not so much at night. Not by yourself.”

He laid a hand on your back to start walking with you, but his hand soon fell back to his side. You glanced at him, but he looked straight ahead, unusually quiet and reserved.

It felt like he was checking out of this night with you. Like he just wanted to usher you into the car and leave. Did he just not want to deal with what Meg said?

Letting out a breath, you tried to see if you could broach the subject.

“It was nice to meet some more of your friends,” you said, and with a nervous laugh, “even if it did get awkward there at the end.”

Dean finally looked over at you.

“We never exactly talked about what each of us was looking for,” you said. “What we were really doing here.”

You stood your ground, but you tried not to look censuring. Just open to whatever he might have to say. Even so, unease churned inside you.

Dean sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “Look, she wasn’t exactly wrong about me.”

You considered that with a nod, biting the inside of your lip.

“When was the last time you were in a relationship?” you asked. Dean gave a humorless huff of a laugh. This really was the last thing he wanted to get into tonight, but he had a feeling he had no choice.

“A few months ago, for about a minute,” he said. “But uh, before then…never.”

Together, you began to cross the street while the cars on either side waited at the red light. Pedestrians had the right of way for the next 30 seconds. You looked over at him and steeled yourself.

“Dean, is this is something casual for you?”

“Define casual,” he attempted to joke (or to deflect). Though the bravado fell the moment he saw that look on your face: tight and disappointed…and hurt.

He reached for your hand, but you weren’t having it. You slipped away from him and continued walking at a more brusque clip, even in those platform heels.

“Okay, hold on.” He quickly followed after you and tugged you back by the hand. It had you both stopping in the middle of the crosswalk.

Dean squeezed your hand and peered into your eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry. Don’t close up on me,” he implored. “…Please.”

Despite your better judgment, and your pursed lips, you waited. Something told you this man didn’t often say please.

“The truth is, I’m trying to do something different here with you. I don’t think we would’ve made it to date #4 if we were just casual,” he said. “I’m not playing games either.”

You wanted to trust that he was serious. Once again, your mind and your heart were at odds; the former told you to be wary, while the latter told you to trust the earnestness in his eyes.

Your heart won. “Okay, Dean.”

“Yeah?” he asked, with hopeful brows raised.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

You finally smiled. And you leaned up, resting a hand against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His stubble was coarse, but familiar against your lips.

Dean turned his head and leaned in for a proper kiss. His hands found the curve of your waist and brought you closer against his chest. You both sunk deeper into it, your lips gliding as your head tilted into the kiss…

Until a horn honked loudly, making you both jolt at the sound.

The streetlight was green, and several cars were waiting for you to cross. You snorted in amusement, leading Dean to grin down at you. He tugged you back into step with him across the street.

Again, you hesitated at your car. Dean was more himself as he’d held your hand all the way back.

He now held your car door open while you threw in your purse. But when you turned back to him, you still saw something brooding behind his eyes.

You drew near and grasped the open edges of his shirt. This man wore a lot of plaid when he was out of uniform, always with an undershirt. Tonight it was green plaid on gray, complete with some faded jeans and a pair of boots. This was the only “casual” way in which you wanted Dean.

“Hey,” you started.

“Hmm?” he replied, holding you by your arms.

“I get that we haven’t known each other all that long. So you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” you said. “But did something happen when you stepped out? When you talked to your dad?”

Dean paused. His eyes, a pale green under the streetlamp, flicked to yours.

“I just want to know that you’re okay,” you said. “And if you’re not, that’s okay too.”

After a moment to blink in surprise, your earnestness got to him. His grip moved down your arms, and he took one of your hands. His dad’s warning echoed through his mind.

What I’m about to tell you, you don’t fucking repeat. Not to anyone, you understand me? Not even your brother.

Dean knew his dad didn’t make demands without a reason, even if he wasn’t typically so forthcoming with them. But Dean drew enough courage to be as honest as he could be. You deserved that much, after everything you'd put up with tonight.

“My mom died...when I was about four,” he said. “It was a house fire.”

Your eyes widened. All this time, you’d assumed his mother had passed away. You hadn’t expected that, though. You squeezed his hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. Dean just shook his head.

“It was ruled an accident. Really they just didn’t have much evidence either way,” he continued. “But uh, my dad’s been obsessed with the idea that it wasn’t. That someone started the fire on purpose… Well, today, he might’ve found his proof.”

He held your gaze for as long as he could, but in the end, he just couldn’t. His chest was tight. Saying those words out loud made them real, and he wasn’t sure of how to handle it.

“Oh, Dean,” you said, starting and stopping, as you struggled to formulate a response that wasn’t just “I’m sorry,” or “Are you okay?”

He clearly wasn’t. You also didn’t want to give him platitudes like, “That’s crazy,” or the ever-inspired: “Wow.”

Or some other variation of what you’re supposed to say. You wanted to give him something honest. Something real.

So you curled your hands around his arms, earning his gaze.

“You must be reeling right now,” you said. “Do you think he’s onto something this time?”

“I don’t know what to think,” said Dean. “I’ve been pressing him for answers, but…honestly? I wish he hadn’t told me a damn thing.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You were surprised that he actually confided in you with this. But the only thing you could think to do was lean up on your toes and slip your arms around his neck. You hugged him, warm and tight.

You couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling, but you just wanted him to know that someone was there for him. You were there for him.

Dean eventually hugged you back. He held you, reassuring you as well as himself. He blew out a cathartic breath, and his hand came up to cup the back of your head. His lips tugged upwards.

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” he said.

A smile spread across your face. Your fingers soothed through his hair gently. You pressed your lips into his neck.

“I aim to please,” you said against his skin.

Dean smiled more fully at that. The new warmth in his chest warred against the roiling in his stomach. Despite his best efforts, his smile faded.

His mom’s killer was still out there.

The thought was haunting his mind, and he knew it probably would for many nights to come.

So for now, he’d just hold you a bit tighter.

AN: 🥲 I honestly didn't mean it to end so angsty, but Dean finally got some much-needed hurt/comfort there! What did you think of how Jo handled her jealous side? And Gordon "shooting his shot" lol.

Coming soon in Part 7, we finally get to a huge milestone between these two lovebirds, with a side helping of baking shenanigans. 😏❤️‍🔥

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“Ey, ey!” he raised a warning finger with his free hand. “You’re about to take this to a new level.”

You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. “So?”

Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.

He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.

Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.

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minalblood · 4 months

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I'm back and I'm so sorry! I won't make any promises for the last 2 ep of the Winchesters, but I will be reviewing/rewatching them anyways just ... who knows when, I dont!

But let's get started on You've got a Friend 1x11.

I hopefully will be a bit less rambly since O have a draft of my thoughts already written for this and its less... as Im watching (i can post that too if yall wanna but dunno if ull understand my handwriting)

We begin where we left off and I love that we have this scene of them needing to clean up, adds realism, adds dimension to the world. Love also that we begin with Lata being the Lata we all love - dejected in this case about her chimera paw was ruined. Queue Carlos with the teasing. The 2 of em banter a bit before Mary redirects us all to the matter at hand.

And Mary has come a long way in these episodes, because she may not join the banter (still closed off somewhat as opposed to Carlos and Lata's easy repartee) but she is going off of it and adding them into her area of interest.

But all stops when John come in blood soaked and in shock - Mary instantly worried he might be hurt, but nope, not this time.

I am so happy to see them portray the actual shock and numbness John is feeling, then the guilt and sadness, just all the reaction to Kyle's death really. And considering the survivor's guilt John is lugging around, it makes it even more heartbreaking. I also love seeing that Mary is the level headed one here - she,.imo, is clearly pushing down the grief to focus on John's issues here, hell we see very little of her grieving in this episode and everytime we do, she's quick to redirect that feeling into action - sometimes into violence point blank. She does it here, asking what the Akrida could want, she does it even moreso with Millie, where she does open up a bit since Millie is offering comfort, but then it turns into Millie coming with a plan which directly leads to Mary wanting to storm the police station guns blazing and the ep ends with Mary and John discussing Kyle (also god Mary looks absolutely exhausted here, fuck) but Mary derails it by saying they need to find Dean instead. She's def not allowing herself the moment to deal with Kyle's death which may prove relevant when discussing next episode.

I'd forgotten this ep was the Lata episode. Like ep 8 was Carlos', this one is Lata's. And god does it hurt.

1st, move the feather boa, Carlos!

2nd, I do genuinely believe Lata and Maggie were together. Everything in this episode points that way to me (but especialy the sweetpea nickname) We'll round back to this though.

The other thing we note in the sequence in Maggie's room is how close Carlos and Lata are to each other. Which we knew, but I always love seeing it again in action.

Before we continue with the emotional core of this ep, we have to get back to plot with Betty! I love Betty..I also can't blame her for being ....hesitant to say the least. Like imagine what she's seen so far: the guy who, before leaving to the marines illegally, proposed to her, is suddently interacting with, apparently, imfamous Mary Campbell, who is seen at several murder/investigation scenes suddenly appears ro have killed someone? And she already knows John had anger issues before hand. Like i get her here. And still shes trying to be nice while doing her job.

Which leads me to the next part, her job. So the detective... he's wording (even with him being really Akrida) echoes a lot of corrupt cop rethoric which only gets further emphasized when he later threatens to have John... killed 'accidently'. And, on top of them, speaking pf policw corruption even a 'good cop' like Betty becomes complicit simply because of the power the Akrida gained via the detective role cuz she was unwittingly helping them throughout.

But god, was John a bit too cocky here. (My notes have this marked as "this is why you let villains monologue, John!"). Especially since he actually doesn't have any info on Dean. (Love that we see the pic of Dean, missed him) l.

Meanwhile Lata and Carlos have found the bracelet and it's fucked them over. Also, I fucking hate the shadows thing, very creepy. Also also it reminds me of the daeva that Meg uses in s1 of SPN. I'm also reminded of SPN with the story the detective tells John about how they'll get rid of him - SPN's own crooked cop ep featured exactly this sorta plan too, but in killing Dean.

Really though, the main thing I found interesting upon rewatch is just how much Lata is our Dean mirror in this one. Specifically, in getting targeted by the bracelet she's forced to relive a trauma (Sania's death) via Carlos acting as substitute, only this time she succeeds where prior she thought she failed (which lemme make clear, no, Lata was at no point and in no way at fault, but she did internalize that guilt - much like Dean tends to internalize guilt) . Which Dean, much like Lata ends up doing when getting involved with this universe, ends up reliving a trauma (his parents death - Mary especially) of something he failed, in his mind, to prevent/save via rescuing this universe's Mary. And much like Lata, who can't undo what happened to Sania, but can "begin to make it better" (the Hey Jude line just hit me so I had to use it), so too can Dean. It won't change what happened in his life, wont save his mom, but it will help him heal nonetheless.

Adding to this Maggie? Who opperates as a Cas parallel here - she was Lata's person, who shared everything with Lata but Lata couldn't in turn for fear of judgement/shame, who notably is dead and thus Lata can't ever reveal her secret to. Well, it hurts is what it does.

But watching this I noticed another interesting thing though, for all that the bracelet seems to work like Osiris (pulling on the guilt the person feels is most agregious), the bracelet actually seems to want the wearer to get out. Carlos is taken just as Lata begins wondering which secret it's trying to make her face and is sent to Sania's room - direct answer. Then later,.even more blatant, using Maggie's face, tries to get Lata to disclose the secret, but Lata talks around it instead til the creature takes her too.

It seems like Erebus had a test for his warriors, one he wanted them to win.

Throughout all of Lata's story, I was seething. I truly hate her family and Carlos was 100% saying exactly what I was thinking.

Another thing I appreciated though, about Carlos, is the emotional maturity. Yes they were dying and yes it was urgent that Lata disclose her secret but Carlos made certain to reassure her throughout. Tried to give her as much space as possible.

In other thoughts, Lata's mom making that "vs family" distinction, uuuh it rattled sth in me only to them have Lata say "my parents would never look at m the same way"? In the Dean Winchester show? God, the echoes of John's shitty parenting were deafening. Bur yes to eveything Carlos said. It truly wasnt Lata's fault.

And I adore also the ending conversation between Lata and Carlos (both wearing blue and god I want Carlos' coat) because yes, this kind of stuff shouldn't be forced out on anither persons whim. Lata doesn't have to tell John and Mary anything, it is her story to tell, but also yes, Carlos is right to reassure her that if she wants to share it with them, they'll likely react well like he did. And yes the reason this particular scene hit so hard is partially personal, but because of that it drove me insane in SPN where there was a tendency for people to push other to open up at their own whim (and yes, Sam did it often to mutiple people, hounding them until they cracked and spilled whatever trauma they were trying to deal with but then have nothing to give in return, no comfort or even really reaction, and yes he most of all did it to Dean a lot and it did puss me off) So yea, love this episode for the Lata and Carlos of it all!

Also I have a few questions, when Millie was trying to convince Betty about the supernatural, at one point she said "it's not like-" and cut off. She was trying to defend against the accusation of 'playing make believe). Also, Betty says sth like "Mary, I expected.this from" with relation once more to her not believing in monsters soooo.... has Mary ever been taken in under suspicion of being delusional? Was Millie? Or John?! I've questions ok i need y'alls opinions on this one.

Also, I would've soo cracked if the Akrida asked about Dean, cuz I def miss him a lot and id fucking gush about him at that point.

Anyways, that's it for this one. See you guys next time where we'll be clowning (have I mentioned I hate clowns?)

@noybusiness thanks for push earlier this month, i needed that a lot and thanks for the support for this rewatch ❤

@shallowseeker thanks the new posts, been inspiring me to get back to writing this ❤

#spnwin #spnwin rewatch #spnwin 1x11 #also yea it wasnt much shorter than my usual #which is a problem since it fucking 3.30am here and ive work tomorrow #oh well #it was fun tho

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Riddles and Vices.

Chapter 2. Vexing riddles.

Tuesday night at Hawthorne House consisted of a simple dinner before Avery, (with Libby and Max) and the Hawthornes went into the living room to watch the evening news. It was an odd tradition that they had, because over half the time no one was really watching the news.

Avery tried, but Jameson usually was distracting her with a new riddle to solve and she had a hard time resisting. Xander and Max were gone to this world as soon as they were huddled in their own corner. Something was bound to be taken apart. Avery would bet 100,000. Not that that was a lot of money since she was a billionaire. Nash and Libby were two lovebirds curled up on the love seat. Talking quietly amongst themselves. And Grayson, well he probably watched the news the most out of all of them, but since his nose was usually stuck in a book, that said a lot.

And so, every Tuesday, unless they had an event or charity gala to go to, that was how that night was spent. Some would say what a waste of electricity if you weren't even going to be watching the TV, and Avery would probably agree. And often after an hour of this, she usually did turn it off, but tonight was different.

Maybe she was so caught up in Jameson's riddle or listening to Xander and Max goof off that she forgot to do it. But if she had, they never would have seen the breaking news that would cause all of them to go down a long and frightening adventure no one had asked for.

"So heiress, you have a riddle for me?" Jameson Winchester Hawthorne was trouble. But in Avery's eyes, the good kind.

"Maybe." she replied, giving him a sly smile. "You have been vexing me with yours, so I should be given a turn."

Jameson smiled, and it could be described as wicked or enthralled. "Well, vex me then Heiress, I'm waiting."

Before she could, the Tv all of a sudden blasted out: "BREAKING NEWS!!!" startling everybody.

Xander and max jumped from in the corner they were at. Nash and Libby, who had fallen asleep on each other, jolted awake. Eyes frantically scanning the room. Grayson was so startled his book fell from his hands, falling to the floor. And Avery and Jameson knew that Avery's vexing riddle would have to wait.

All eyes were glued to the screen, as they watched in horror to the terrorizing account.

"We are standing to an abandoned house where 20 year old Jacob Rothchild was found brutally murdered. Son of Millionaire John Rothchild, founder of the Rothchild engineer university. His son disappeared two days ago. His parents thought he was staying with girlfriend, but when they found he had broken up with her, and he hadn't been seen in 24 hours, a search has been underway. An anonymous tip sent us to this house where the body was found. Cause of death was a gunshot to the forehead, plus many other injuries."

The reporter kept going on, but Avery didn't hear him. Who would do something so awful? She looked at the others, they all seemed in shock like her.

"Listen!" Jameson exclaimed, turning the TV up louder.

"Something we found next to the body was a piece of paper with a sort of code written on it. I have my best detectives working on it. But we do know who signed it.

The sue tree heirs.

"Interesting name." Jameson commented.

"It's a code." Grayson said, confident at what he was talking about. "It's an anagram."

"Gray's right." Xander said and Jameson nodded.

"How do you know?" Libby asked.

"Their Hawthornes." Avery answered, "They can solves riddles better then anyone."

"Well not anyone." Jameson said, looking lovingly into Avery's eyes.

She smiled back.

"We can solve it." Jameson said. "If it is an anagram it won't take long to decode." He looked at his brothers. Nash shook his head, but the others nodded.

"Well, heiress," Jameson said, "looks like we have another riddle to solve. He smirked. "Vexing riddle."

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the grandest game #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #libby grambs #Riddles and Vices #Killers #mysteries #detectives

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@sastielcreationschallenge | @ladylilithprime

↳ Prompt: Word prompt: crystal / Dialogue prompt: "How did we end up here?"

Word Count: 1424

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Castiel and Jimmy Novak Are Twins, Witch Sam Winchester, Shapeshifter Castiel, Familiar Castiel, Dreamwalker Translocation, Background Canonverse Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves

Summary: Sam Winchester, former hunter and practicing witch, had seen a lot of strange things in his life both before and after meeting his familiar and husband, shapeshifter Detective John Castiel Novak. Some cases, however, still had the power to surprise him.

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THE TREES WERE made of metal.

This seemed to be a bit of an odd thing to fixate on, given that he had no idea how he had come to be in this strange grove of unfamiliar trees with leaves that sparkled and glowed in every color of the rainbow like fragments of a prism or a stained glass window, but it was the detail his attention kept returning to. Bronze and gold trunks with curls of silver bark shavings and the occasional flash of spindley copper like new growth stretched out in every direction beneath the canopy of crystal leaves.

"Damn, Toto, we sure ain't in Kansas anymore!"

Sam Winchester bit back the urge to roll his eyes as he turned his attention to his older brother. Dean was crouched down, examining the ground beneath them more than the weird metal trees, which had Sam glancing down as well. The ground, such as it was, appeared to be colorful sand in similar shades as the crystal leaves of the trees, which probably meant it was shattered remnants of leaves that had fallen who knows how long ago. Points for an established ecosystem, then, if far beyond anything he had ever seen or read about.

"Still not a damn dog, Dean," an irritated, smoke-graveled voice huffed from Sam's left. Police Detective John Castiel Novak stepped into Sam's view, momentarily distracting him with the sight of his husband's shapely backside and powerful thighs encased in the black leather pants he usually wore on his days off. A hand extended down and Sam sheepishly met Cas's knowing smirk as he accepted the hand up. "And I'm Sam's familiar, which should really make him Dorothy in this case."

"Pretty sure I'm covering Glinda the Good Witch," Sam piped up dryly, his voice mercifully more steady than he felt. "Which is good since none of us have any convenient ruby slippers to get us home with."

"You're also the only one here who qualifies as a cute animal companion," Dean pointed out, his tone more fond than snarky which was definitely a testament to how long they'd been friends since the disastrous catnapping case where the brothers had met Cas and his twin brother Jimmy. A lot of antihistamines and some dedicated hours of research spent pouring over Sam's and their Uncle Bobby's books to create a potion that would cure Dean's cat allergy had definitely not been wasted as Dean now tended to think of Cas as another brother, albeit an occasionally furry one. "I'm just the dumbass who gets swept along by the storm all the time!"

"Quit flirting with my husband, jerk," Sam said mildly, mostly to hear Dean squawk "bitch!" back at him and get Cas to pout at him like the chaos-inclined cat he was. "How did we end up here?"

"Um," a very unfamiliar voice piped up meekly, drawing three sets of eyes to a thin-faced, willowy girl of about sixteen or seventeen with warm brown skin and thick black hair. "I think that was my fault. I'm sorry!"

"Steady there," Cas said, though it was hard to tell if he was speaking to the girl or to a suddenly very tense Dean. More obviously to the girl, he went on, "How about you tell us what happened and then we'll decide if an apology is even necessary? Helping people with supernatural weirdness is kind of our thing, after all."

"You feel different..." the girl mumbled, studying them with a wary eye. She swallowed, then straightened. "My name is Kaia Nieves. I'm not from this world... but I don't think I'm from your world, either."

"Dimensional shift or multiverse?" Sam asked interestedly. Kaia blinked, then frowned pensively.

"Both?" she said hesitantly, tilting her head to one side. "The place we're in now is technically a dimensional shift, but it's also a multiverse shift because there used to be another me here."

Used to be. Sam exchanged glances with Cas and Dean, his brother relaxing a bit and coming to stand at his shoulder, letting Sam and Cas take point for now. Arranging his expression into one of gentle concern, Sam asked, "What happened to her?"

"She left when the worlds broke open," came the disquieting answer. "All of us got shuffled around, the connections disturbed and distorted, and there was this spear..." She trailed off, rubbing at her chest, then visibly shook herself. "Time moves differently between the worlds, so it's hard to say how long I've been here versus how long I've been gone in my world. I can't contact any of my alternates anymore and I don't know what that means. Before you three showed up, I was trying to reach out to my world's Sam Winchester for help getting home." She offered a tentative, trembling little smile. "He was nice, and even if he couldn't help himself he'd probably know someone who could."

"Fair enough," Dean hummed. At the looks he got, including a surprised and wary one from Kaia, he huffed, "What? Sam's the smartest guy I know, not to mention the only witch I trust unconditionally. Makes sense for you to reach out to him. Not sure about me and Cas, though..."

"Cas is obvious," Sam disagreed. The shapeshifter was bound to him through the familiar bond and their wedding vows which, thanks to Loki's interference, were a lot more involved than a standard human church ceremony. Wither thou goest and all that got a bit more literal when it came to Cas and Sam being able to find each other across the Realms. Apparently that covered alternate dimensions, too. "As for you, the last thing I remember before waking up here was doing the mental hitchhiking thing to help you track down that crooked guy using department resources to hide his illegal human chophouse. Since my mind was already in your body, it stands to reason that your body got dragged along with the rest of me."

"That might be why you all got pulled here physically instead of just me connecting to you," Kaia ventured carefully. "If you were already sharing headspace and I accidentally hijacked your connection..."

"It's the most plausible explanation," Sam agreed, then grimaced and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Unfortunately, the physical relocation without warning means we're here with just what we had on us at the time, no preparation or supplies that we weren't already carrying."

"Which means... what?" Dean asked, frowning.

"We have ourselves, whatever weapons you and I are carrying, and my emergency scrying kit," Cas filled in, shooting a reassuring smile at Kaia when she flinched at the mention of weapons. "So we have at least three able-bodied fighters in case there's' anything dangerous here, and we've got a very basic set of tools for Sam and Kaia to use and hope it's enough to augment the scan for either the Sam of Kaia's world or another Sam who's a bit more prepared for an emergency transdimensional rescue mission."

"What he said," Sam chuckled, feeling a wave of relief at the mention of the scrying kit. He hadn't been sure if Cas was carrying it - they'd been home with Cas standing guard over Sam's body while he did his mental walkabout with Dean, after all - but that definitely gave them at least something to work with.

"I'm really sorry," Kaia said again, ducking her head.

"You got nothing to be sorry for, kid," Dean told her, shaking his head. "You were in trouble, you reached out for help. Ain't nothing wrong with that, and it ain't your fault we weren't properly prepared for a situation like this. You okay?"

"Sorry," Kaia choked out, wiping her eyes. "Sorry, I don't mean to.... You're just a lot nicer than my world's Dean is."

"You sure you don't wanna just skip your world and come back to ours?" Cas asked with a raised eyebrow as Dean clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the curse Sam knew he wanted to growl. The questions provoked a fresh burst of tears from Kaia, but also a small laugh and a headshake.

"I need to get back to my world," she said, sniffling. "The way I got shunted here, my girlfriend probably thinks I'm dead, and I don't want to make Claire suffer that any longer than I have to."

"That's a sentiment we can all get behind," Sam assured her, holding out a hand and smiling when she tentatively took his hand with hers. "Cas? We've got work to do."

=End=

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we could be more | dean winchester | 8

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

THE USUAL SUSPECTS

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ROLLING IN THE DEEP - ADELE

“Miss Ivonne Rainer.” A dude with black hair and green eyes stepped into the room, holding a case file. He was around my age, well built, and judging by the confidence, high up in the precinct. He was also, now that I mention it, sexy. “You’ve got a very chequered past, by the looks of it.”

“I’m not playing chess, mate, so just cut to the chase.” I retorted, tapping my watch. “You’ve got 48 hours, so why not tell me your name so we can move things a bit quicker?”

”Detective Sergeant James Rhodes.” He showed me his badge.

“Where’s the bad cop, eh?”

”With Dean Winchester. Good cop’s with Sam, and the even worse cop is with you.”

”I feel special. Flattered.” I smiled sarcastically. “Why are you holding us?”

”Your buddy Dean is being held on charges for suspicion of murder.”

I frowned, leaning forward. “Murder?!”

”You sound genuinely surprised. You should’ve gone to acting school.”

”Who could he have murdered?”

“We’re getting onto that.” He replied, opening a file and giving me a once over with a hint of red on his cheeks. I smirked a little, leaning back in my chair. “Let’s just look through your file first. I’ve got a lot of research on you, Ivonne. You’re 27, born in ‘79 in Jersey to Michael Rainer and Audrey Rainer neé Singer. You went to a good primary, got a score of 174 on your LSATs, an almost perfect score on your SATs and scored a full ride to Princeton on the course of economics while trying to help your younger sister Quinn battle cancer, which ultimately failed.” I gritted my teeth. “But, here’s the catch. One year after your admission, you were forced to drop out due to your father’s untimely death, a murder which was never solved. Do you want me to continue?”

I stayed silent.

“Tough crowd. About a month after your father’s death, you were the centre of an open and shut case eight years ago in which your brother Carter descended into insanity and killed your family by sticking knives into their throats, and also killed your mother’s unborn child. However, in defence, you shot him after he tried to do the same to you. You were proven innocent after a CCTV recording placed Carter as the killer of your sister Lily and your mother. You went off the grid, but then conveniently seven or eight years later, you were kidnapped by your boyfriend Xavier Jackson, but you broke free, wrestled for his gun and shot him twice, killing him. Your witness? Sam Winchester.”

“You done relating my life story?” I scoffed. “I’ll admit it, you’re cute and this macho, intimidation act is as well, but if you’re aiming to take me out to dinner after this, you’re gonna have to take a step back and reassess the situation.” He looked taken aback, and I nodded. “I’ve met people like you before, Serge, and I know exactly how to deal with them.”

“We’re here to discuss Dean Winchester.”

”And so far all you’ve done is relate something that isn’t important and check me out.” I smirked. “Get on with it, will you?”

”Why I listed every bit of your family history is because one thing doesn’t add up.” He put down the file. “How you ended up with the Winchester brothers. You have no connection to them. Your family had no contact with the Winchesters. So how did you end up with a man who’s charged with assault, murder and grave desecration and his brother?”

“I found them.” I frowned, pulling out my dad’s journal. “Read about John, Sam and Dean Winchester, knew I had to find ‘em. I had a stalker after me. Not anymore, but Dad’s journal knew that they could help me and they did.”

”What about Tony and Karen Giles?”

”Anthony Giles was a friend of John Winchester.” I explained. “I went with Sam and Dean once they found out that he was dead, throat slit with no trace of any bad things happening in Giles’ life to make him do such a thing.”

“There you go.” Sam gave Dean and I a cup of coffee while Dean handed Sam a paper while I dried my hair with a t-shirt. I was wearing a baggy black cashmere jumper with jeans, my necklace around my neck as usual.

“Anthony Giles.” Dean stated.

“Who’s Anthony Giles?” I asked, leaning in with my hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“He’s a Baltimore lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out.”

I read the paper, raising an eyebrow. “Room was clean, throat was slit… but no DNA or prints.”

”Keep reading. It gets better.”

“Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant.” Sam muttered.

“So either someone tampered with the tapes, or…”

“There’s an invisible killer.”

“My favorite kind. What do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?”

“I’m not Scully. You’re Scully.”

“No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman.”

“You two are idiots, more like.” I sighed. “Let me dry my hair, then we’ll head out.”

“C’mon, Beanie,” Dean laughed, “you look good with wet hair.”

“Then again, it doesn’t feel great in cold air.” I winked. “Maybe next time.” I rifled through my box of IDs, buying my lip. “Who are we today?”

“Insurance investigators.”

“I’ll get my suit from the Mustang.”

“But, if you think about it, Dean couldn’t have murdered Tony, being at my house, right?” I asked.

“You’re right.” He nodded. “Tell me what happened next.”

“We went to see Karen, to help her keep herself together. And boy, she was fallin’ apart.”

Karen Giles sat on her sofa, sniffling and wiping her nose on a tissue. “Insurance. I totally forgot about the insurance.” She whispered, holding back the fifth wave of tears.

“We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation. You understand.” Sam pressed on, and she nodded. I forgot to mention, we were insurance investigators.

“Sure.”

“So, if you could tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died.” I asked, sitting down next to her.

“Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that, that he had to work late. That was it.” Karen recounted, and I nodded.

“Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?”

“No, like I told the police, I… I have no idea.”

”Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you? In the days before his death?” Dean asked.

“Unusual…”

“Yeah, like… strange?”

“Strange?”

“Y’know, like… weird noises, visions-“ I cleared my throat, stopping Dean.

“He had a nightmare the day before he died.” She whispered, and Carl wrote it down on my flip notebook, and I was loosely holding the pen to give an impression that I was writing and not a magic pen.

“What kind of a nightmare?” Sam frowned.

“Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed, he blinked and she was gone, I mean, it was just a nightmare.”

“Did he say what she looked like?” Dean asked.

“What the hell difference does it make of what she looked like?!”

“Our company’s thorough, Mrs Giles.” I smiled, stepping in to save Dean’s butt. Again. “We’d like to get a detailed description of the days prior to the incident so then we can make a good analysis. As many details as you can spare, if that’s ok.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, calming down, while Carl wrote down ‘good job’ on the paper. “He said she was pale, and she had dark red eyes.”

“Thank you for your time.” I gave Karen a side hug, giving her my fake calling card, but had my burner phone number. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I told Karen to call me if she had any problems and then we set off.”

“Doesn’t explain why you broke into Anthony Giles’ office.” He persisted.

“Okay, look, Karen called us later, said that there was some stuff that she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in- like, a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff. She gave us the key. It wasn’t a break in.”

“Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here.” Sam gestured.

“Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was showing.” I read out, sitting at the computer.

Dean whistled. “What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?”

“Yeah, maybe. I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed.” Sam shrugged. I found something at the printer, whipping it out.

“Take a look at this.” I showed it to them. It had the word/thing ‘danashulps’ written all over it. “Dana Shulps.”

“A name?”

“A name that’s everywhere.” Dean chuckled. “Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

Sam checked the desk, shining his torch down. Then he breathed on it, revealing the word Dana Shulps. “Well, I think we’ve crossed over to a whole new level of weird.”

“Tell me about it.” I typed quickly, trying to crack the password to Giles’ computer.

”Maybe Giles knew her.” Dean suggested.

“Or it’s the name of our red-eyed mystery girl.” Sam shrugged. We went through available files, I scoured the internet, hacked into police databases, but…

“Nada.” I grimaced. “No girl name Dana Shulps ever died a horrible death or even existed. The surname Shulps isn’t even a name.”

“So what now?” Dean groaned.

“I’m a few clicks away from unlocking Giles’ laptop.” I clicked my tongue. “There could be something in his personal files.”

“How long?” Sam asked.

“Fifteen minutes, give or take. Carl, lend a nib.” Carl started helping, while I counted down the seconds until-

There we go.

“Seriously?” Sam sighed.

Dean’s fart noises.

”Your story checks out.” Rhodes nodded, closing the case. “But fact remains that Dean was found at Karen Giles’ murder scene.”

”Fact remains that Dean Winchester saved my life.” I frowned. “On multiple occasions, won’t specify which, and if that warrants anything, it warrants a hell lot of respect and favours. Come on, Serge. You’re smart, it’s obvious. You’re probably the type of guy to take one look at who you’re dealing with and say whether they’re guilty or not. And you’ve taken a long, hard look at Dean. At me, maybe even Sam. Give me your honest opinion. Do you think any of us are guilty?”

”No.” Rhodes admitted. “Facts don’t add up. Dean wasn’t holding a weapon when they found him. He wasn’t present at the murder of Tony Giles. No prints, no DNA, just him conveniently at the scene. But I’ve got nothing else to work with, unless something else is at play here, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because a murder isn’t that clean cut.”

“What if it was something else?” I shrugged.

“What are you suggesting?”

“At the crime scene, we found two words written over and over. Dana Shulps.” I showed him the printed paper. “Help me figure out what this means. If you find Dean guilty after this, go ahead, arrest him, put him on trial and get him in prison with a lifer, but for now, consider the fact that he’s innocent.”

James sighed, conceding. “Fine, but it has to look like I’m interrogating you.”

“Not so much of an even worse cop, huh?”

“I bend to reason. Now, Dana.” I wrote down the name, staring at it.

“Best thing I’ve got is an anagram.” I shrugged, tapping a pen on the table.

“Scramble it, then?” We both wrote down the words in different ways, switching things up, thinking, until I got something.

“Ashland sound familiar?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Ashland’s a street name.” A woman knocked and walked in, and she looked to be in her late forties. Her badge read ‘D. Ballard.’

“Detective Ballard.” Rhodes’ demeanour switched up, turning to Ballard with a smug air. Wow, that was quick. Smoother than butter. “How’re things going with Sam Winchester?”

“Story matches Dean’s. How about Rainer?” Ballard replied.

“We’re getting somewhere.” He smirked, glancing back at me. “Miss Rainer and I were having an intense heart to heart, but story still matches the other two’s. Though, I have to say, tough customer. Not sure Pete would be able to keep his cool for long if he had her.”

“I doubt it too.” She nodded. “Keep at it, we can only hold ‘em for 48 hours.” She left, and Rhodes switched again, turning back to me with an easy smile.

“How’d I do?”

“You lie almost as well as I do.” I grinned. “Am I turning a good boy soft?”

“Cut the bad girl act, Rainer.” Rhodes chuckled. “Yeah, I have to admit, I was checking you out, but I can look through a guise if I see one.”

“Again, flattered.”

“You’re a hard case to crack, aren’t you?”

“I like to give people a challenge.” I wrote on the paper. “Get this to Dean and Sam, any way you can without being spotted. They need to know.”

He took the paper, standing up. “I hope to God that you’re right, Rainer.” He left, leaving me to contemplate all my life decisions.

”Trust me, I hope so too.” I sighed.

Rhodes came into my room later, looking grim. “I got you a ticket out, but Dean’s decided to confess. You might wanna come watch.”

“Confess to what, though?” I asked, picking up my leather jacket and putting it on.

“That’s what I wanna find out.” We went into the interrogation room, where they were setting up a camera.

“Beanie.” Dean grinned upon seeing me. “Are you ok?”

”I’m doing fine.” I nodded.

”Your boyfriend decided to confess, sweetheart.” One detective smirked. “Speak directly to the camera, and state your name for the record.”

Dean faced the camera, a smug smirk on his face. Wait, I know what he’s going to do. “My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius.” Here we go. “I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit.”

”Excuse me?” Ballard scoffed.

“You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?” Dean shrugged. “Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled. You remember ‘REDRUM’. Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments... other times, it's anagrams. See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there.”

“You arrogant ass.” Detective Sheridan hissed. “Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes.”

”I’m not joking, Ponch.”

”You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis!”

“Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me.” Sheridan lost his temper, hauling Dean up by his collar and slamming him against the wall. I was going to step in when Rhodes held me back, other officers jumping in to help.

”Pete!” Ballard gasped.

“That’s ENOUGH!” Rhodes yelled, stopping everyone. “I’ll cuff him myself, just go return to your jobs. Rainer, you stay with me.” Everyone left, leaving Dean, Rhodes and I alone.

“Well done, you locked me up.” Dean grimaced as he looked down at the cuffs now around his wrists. “Whatcha gonna do, gloat?”

”Ask you two if this Casper thing is real.” The answer took Dean aback, and he blinked at Rhodes, wondering why. “I talked to Rainer. The facts don’t add up, and a spirit seems most obvious when it comes to a murder with no prints or DNA.”

“Beanie, you sly fox.” He chuckled. “She can talk her way out of anything.”

”Long story short, yeah, it is.” I nodded. “Shifter is real too, all of the likes of it are.”

”So, Ashland?”

“Street name.” Rhodes nodded. “Why this spirit is trying to tell us that, I’m not sure.”

”The girl died there.” Ballard stepped in, and Dean sighed, rolling his eyes and opening his mouth to speak. “Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all.”

“I want to know more about the stuff you were talking about earlier.” She gulped.

“Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up.”

”Let’s pretend for a moment that you aren’t entirely insane.”

“Mhmm.”

”What would one of these things be doing here?”

”A vengeful spirit? Well, they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt 'em.”

I noticed something on Rhodes’ wrist, and I took out, pushing up his sleeve.

“Where did you get these?” I asked.

”These weren’t there before.” He gulped, looking freaked. Ballard pulled up her sleeve too, showing the bruises.

“You two saw it, didn’t you?” Dean frowned.

“How did you know?” Ballard gasped.

“Because Karen had the same bruises on her wrists. And I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos he's got 'em too, it's got something to do with this spirit, I... I don't know what.” He paused, staring at Ballard’s stunned expression as she turned away. “I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?”

“You think we’re going to die.” Rhodes breathed.

“You need to find Sam.” Dean urged. “He can help, and so can Ivonne.”

”You’re giving up your brother.” Ballard stammered.

“Go with Beanie. She’ll find Sam and they can help figure this out. You can arrest him if you want, or you can let him help you.”

“Lead the way, Rainer.” Rhodes agreed, and I immediately walked out of the door, both of them following.

I knocked on Sam’s door at the motel. “Jim Rockford? It’s Tabitha from room service.” Sam opened it immediately, spotting the two behind us. “They saw it. This is James Rhodes and you know Detective Ballard.”

”Get in.” We all got inside, and Sam hugged me before turning to the other two, holding their wrists. “These showed up after you saw it?”

“Yeah.” Rhodes nodded.

“You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you.” Ballard shakily told us, but we shared a look.

“Fine. Arrest Sam, then.” I shrugged. “After we save your life. For now, just trust us to do this, ok?”

“She’s right, Diana.” Rhodes vouched, and she conceded. I gave him a thankful smile, pulling out Sam’s folder of crime scene photos and booking photos.

“Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?”

“She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just... a lot of blood.” Diana stammered.

“Alright.” I showed them the photos. “I’m gonna flick through these one by one, and you’re gonna tell me if you recognise her.” I went through the photos one by one, and then Rhodes cleared his throat when I stopped at one.

“That’s her.” He nodded.

“Yeah.” Diana agreed.

“Claire Becker? Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago.” Sam frowned.

“But we don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after us?”

“Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?”

“Pete, Diana and I did.” Rhodes gulped.

“Did you bust her? Any of you?” I asked.

“I did, but I got her a shorter sentence than she was going to get.”

“It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body.”

“What?” Diana coughed.

“Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest.” Sam explained.

”Of course it is.”

“You guys go and have a glass of water. Keep an eye on each other. Ivy and I need to talk.” The other two went into the room behind us so Sam and I could have a chat.

“Rhodes seems to be taking it well.” I smiled. “Ballard, not so much.”

“I think Rhodes is taking it well cause of you.” Sam smirked, and laughed when I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think I don’t see the sparks. Dean would’ve already commented on it.”

“He’s a man of the law.” I sighed. “I have more fake IDs than I’ve had birthdays.”

“Maybe that’s the danger of it. Forbidden love-“ I slapped him across the head with a piece of paper. “Ow, okay, okay!”

“You better not mention to this to Dean.”

“I think he knows.”

We walked into an abandoned warehouse, my gun drawn just in case.

“A firearm?” Rhodes scoffed.

“It’s licensed, so untwist your boxers.” I smirked.

“So what exactly are we looking for?”

“We’ll let you know once we find it.” Sam informed, then we split up, searching for a possible place to hide a body. I scaled the wall, knocking on it to try and find a bit of hollow wall that I could bust open-

“Sam!” I heard Diana yell, sounding scared. “Sam! James! IVONNE!” All three of us came running back, and we found Diana alone.

“What happened?” I asked. “Did you see Claire?”

“She, she was here.”

“Did she attack you?” Sam questioned, looking around.

“No, she was just… reaching out to me. She was over there by the window.“ There was a shelf blocking the window, so Sam and Rhodes got to work and moved it, revealing the word ‘ASHLAND SUP’.

“I’m guessing the SUP started the word supplies.” I grinned, then followed the reflection to a wall on the other side. “Sam, did you bring the sledgehammer?” Sam held it up, so I took it and started cracking a hole the wall. I peered in, and nodded. “Yep. There’s something here.” Sam joined me and helped me tear the rest of the wall open, revealing Claire Becker’s body.

“God.” Rhodes breathed.

“Something about this is bothering me.” Sam frowned.

“You’re digging up a corpse.” Diana pointed out.

“Digging them up is pretty par for the course. But why would a vengeful spirit lead us to her corpse?” We bent down to take a look, and Diana reached out, touching the necklace.

“Does it mean something to you?” I asked.

“That necklace. It’s rare, custom made on Carson Street.” She pulled out the same one from her neckline. “I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me.”

“Now this all makes perfect sense.” Sam nodded, piecing it all together.

“What does?” Rhodes frowned. “Apart from Pete killing Claire.”

“Claire’s not a vengeful spirit, she’s a death omen.” I explained. “She’s not killing people, she’s warning them that they’ll die by the same hand she did. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is.“

“Detective, how much do you know about your partner?” Sam asked.

“Oh my god.” Diana gasped.

“What?”

“About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product.”

“Someone like a heroin dealer. Someone like Claire.”

“I’m going to make a phone call, find out where Dean is.” Rhodes stood up, pulling out his phone and walking to another corner. “If we’re right, he could be next.”

“Did you bring the Mustang?” Sam asked me, and I held up my keys.

“Yeah.” I nodded, then turned to Claire’s body. “We’ll catch him.”

Rhodes came back, looking freaked again. “Pete just left with Dean. Said he had to be transferred and just took off. He’s not answering the radio, either.”

“We need to cut him off.” I grimaced, cocking my gun. “He’s in a county vehicle, so we need to access the lo-jack and find the route. Let’s go!”

I was driving with my pedal to the metal, with Diana and Sam in the back and Rhodes at the front with me.

“Tell me.” Rhodes turned to me with a smile. “How does a girl like you end up in a job like yours?”

“What do you mean, a girl like me?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re smart, quick on your feet, obviously good with a gun. You got almost perfect scores on your LSAT and SAT, got into Princeton, practically a shoo in almost anywhere. You could’ve been great on the force, instead you’re hunting the impossible.”

“Hunting the impossible seems like a better option, in my opinion.” We reached the GPS location of the county vehicle, appearing behind Sheridan just as he was about to kill Dean.

“Pete!” Diana yelled. “Put the gun down!”

”Diana?” Sheridan gasped. “How'd you find me?”

“I know about Claire.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Put the gun down!”

“Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster.”

“Why are you doing this?” She asked.

“I didn’t do anything, Diana.” Sheridan lied, while I flicked down the safety pin on my gun.

“It’s a little bit late for that.”

“It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice.”

“You had a choice, Pete.” Rhodes frowned. “Instead you killed an innocent woman. Then why Tony and Karen?”

“Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything.” He reasoned. “It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked.”

“How many more people are going to die over this, Pete?”

“There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag.”

“Hey!” Dean barked, but backed away when the gun was turned on him. I rolled my eyes, ready to pounce, but with a gun trained on Dean it wouldn’t be wise.

“No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you.” I gave Diana a look, but she put her gun down. “Thank you. Thank you.” Sheridan turned to Dean, but then Diana quickly picked up her gun, shooting Pete in the stomach and making him fall, giving Dean time to roll out of the way.

“Then why don’t you buy me another necklace, you ass?!” She hissed, before she was tackled herself, and Sheridan got up, instantly going for the gun, facing off Rhodes and Sam. However, Claire showed up behind Sheridan, making him turn around and gasp in horror as she smiled, giving me time to pull the trigger and shoot him in the back. He fell to the floor, more permanently this time, and Claire gave me a nod before disappearing.

“Hell of a shot.” Rhodes breathed, glancing to me.

“Thanks.” I smiled. We gave Diana time to mourn her partner, then she came back to us.

“You doin' all right?” Sam asked, concerned.

“No, not really. The death omen Claire, what happens to her now?”

“Should be over. She should be at rest.”

“So, what now, officers?” Dean asked.

“Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed.” Rhodes explained.

“You’d take care of that?” I smiled.

“I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped.”

“You sure?” Sam blinked.

“Yeah, they’re sure, Sam.” Dean urged.

“No, I mean, you could lose your jobs over that.”

“Look, we just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night.” Diana sighed. “Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for the three of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in.”

“Do you know where my car is by any chance?” Dean asked.

“It’s in an impound lot on Robertson’s.” She gave Dean a look. “No. You’re not stealing it.”

“Of course not.” I smiled, patting the boys on the shoulder. “We’ve got my Mustang, and we’ll improvise. We’re good at that.”

“Clearly.” Rhodes grinned, and Dean and Sam shared a look.

“We’ll meet you at the car.” Dean smirked, dragging Sam with him. Diana had slipped off, leaving me and Rhodes.

“This’ll be one heck of a story to tell.”

“I bet.” I laughed, storing my gun in my arm holster. “Just leave out the part of the death omen and people won’t call you insane.”

“That sounds best.” He chuckled. “You’re a really hard case, Rainer, you know that, right?”

“I’ve heard. Well, I’ve better get going.” I smiled, then pulled my car keys out of my pocket. I stared at them, then raised an eyebrow. “Wait, I have my keys. If I have them, how are the boys in the-“ My focus was thrown off course by a pair of lips on mine, an arm wrapping around my waist. I dropped my keys because of the impact, forgetting about them and cupping the nape of his neck, the other arm hanging loosely around it. I could feel his smile, tilting his head-

“HAUN HAUN! YOU GOT THE GIRL, OUI OUI?!” I pulled away, turning to where Dean was.

“DEAN WINCHESTER, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” I yelled, then stepped back from Rhodes. “Sorry about them.”

“Nah, you’re good.” He picked up my keys and gave them to me, kissing me again quickly and then my hand. “It’s gonna take a lot to forget you, Rainer.”

“Don’t worry about that, Serge, nobody can forget me.” I handed him a note with my burner cell number. “Call me sometime. If I don’t pick up, I’m hunting another demon. And, uh, call me Ivy.”

“Then call me James.” He took the note, pocketing it. “I’ll lead the cops off your trail. Just go, and don’t die, cause those two will need your help. You’re a smooth talker.”

“I guess that solves the mystery of why I joined them in the first place.” I smiled. “See you around, James.”

“You too, Ivy.” I walked back to the Mustang, unlocking it and getting in.

“You boys are idiots.”

“I like him the best.” Dean smirked. “Cool dude.”

“Yeah, we love a rogue officer.” Sam teased.

“Shut up, you two.” I groaned, flooring it and waving goodbye out of the window to James, who was watching me leave.

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