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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Sam, Interrupted: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,708

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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In order to figure out how Ted really died—it definitely wasn’t suicide—you needed to go to the morgue and inspect the body. It was easy to get down there, and while you were there, you kept a look out while the brothers inspected the body. If you were correct, then there should be some kind of physical cause for his death besides the ligature marks on his neck. Dean took Ted’s lower half of the body to see if there was something noticeable that would explain what was going on. Sam began feeling his head until he felt wo puncture wounds behind Ted’s ears.

“Hey, I think I found something.”

“What is it?” you asked.

“Right here,” he said, grabbing a Q-tip from a table and sticking it into the hole. It came out of the other side which meant there wasn’t anything in his head—not even a brain. “This hole goes all the way through to his brain.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked.

“Let's find out,” Sam grinned, eyeing a bone saw.

“Seriously?”

“If my theory is correct, there might not be a brain in there which means the monster we’re hunting eats it through the hole in the back of the ears that he puncture,” you observed.

Dean took a step back and let his brother cut into the man’s skull to see if your theory was correct or not. Dean didn’t want to see this so he exited the morgue and stood right outside while you joined Sam’s side to see what he was doing. Once he cut into the skull, he removed the top of it off. Instead of a brain inside, it was a small, hard, black rock like thing.

“Well, that’s not supposed to happen,” you commented.

“Guys,” Dean rushed back inside the morgue urgently.

“Look, his brain's been sucked dry,” you commented as Sam held up the item.

“That's fascinating. Somebody's coming,” he whispered.

Both you and the brothers rushed to put everything back where it was before the person entered the place. As soon as the last piece was placed, the door opened and the really happy nurse—her name badge only said Foreman—walked in.

“What are you three doing in here?” she asked.

Each of you looked at one another, unable to think of a good enough reason to be in here. Dean did the first thing he could think of and pulled down his pants, exposing everything to everyone.

“Pudding!” he yelled, raising his hands in the air.

Both you and Sam stared at him like he was crazy, but Nurse Foreman only smiled.

“Alright, come on, you three,” she chuckled.

Dean pulled his pants back up and heads for the door. He turned back to you two with a wink.

“Crazy works,” he whispered.

Shaking off that feeling, you followed Dean out the door, but not before you made strange eye contact with the nurse. It was like she knew who you were or something. Now that you knew what was happening, you needed to tell Martin about this since he might know more about it.

“Are those original Gacy's?” Dean chuckled, looking at the wall covered in clown paintings.

“I painted those,” Martin frowned.

“Back on point, please,” Sam interrupted. “Um, so, whatever this thing is, it Slurpees your brain and sucks you dry.”

“Then it makes the deaths look like suicides. Any ideas?” you asked.

“Yeah, a bad one,” the ex-hunter sighed. He led you to one of his tables before bringing out his journal that he kept with him most days. He opened it up to a specific page and showed you the drawing he did.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against—a wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice.”

“You ever tangle with one before?”

“Never. Never wanted to, neither.”

“So, how do we kill it?” Dean asked.

“Silver. You so much as touch a wraith with the stuff, and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is they can pass as humans,” he motioned to everyone in the room. “It could be any Peter, Paul and Mary in the joint.”

“So how do we find it?” you wondered.

“A mirror. Lore says a wraith will show its true form in a mirror.”

“Okay, well, we just gotta spot check every patient and every staff member,” Dean shrugged.

“Okay. Yeah. But, I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital?” Sam asked.

“Come on, it’s a perfect setting. Who’s going to believe a patient when they say they saw a. monster? It's the perfect hunting ground,” you explained.

“Okay, then we need to station ourselves near mirrors and just observe for the time being,” Sam said, taking the lead on this one.

By the end of it all, you were stationed near the entrance where people come and go, Dean was stationed next to the nurses’ station, and Sam and Martin were somewhere else that was out of sight. As you watched people through the mirror, you noticed Dean talking to someone even though there was no one there. It was strange to see this kind of behavior, especially when you thought you saw it when you two were playing checkers. It was really weird, and you didn’t know if you should go over there and talk to him about that or stick to your assignment.

As you watched everyone else, you noticed Dean stand up a bit straighter when Dr. Fuller approached him from the right side. His eyes went a bit wide as he passed by, and he made eye contact with you. He pointed to him, and you knew that you had the monster. Leaving your spot, you joined your boyfriend’s side.

“You think it’s Dr. Fuller?” you asked.

“I saw him through the mirror, Y/N. It’s him.”

“Who were you talking to earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean who were you talking to? There wasn’t anyone by your side.”

“Dr. Cartwright. She’s assigned to my case. Come on, we need to go find Sam,” he urged, leaving your side.

“No, she isn’t,” you frowned, following him from behind.

There was no one here by that name so you wondered why he was saying these things. It didn’t take long to find and locate Sam and Martin, and it took even less for Sam to raid the nurses’ station to get four silver letter openers.

“Alright, I had to raid three nurses' stations to get these,” he handed them off. “They're only silver-plated, but they should work.”

“Thanks—”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wendy, the girl who kissed you before, march straight to the group.

“No, Wendy, not again—” She walked right past you and shoved Dean against the wall and kissed him.

It was a long kiss, but she pulled away eventually. Everyone was shocked at this, so Sam didn’t know what to do when she did the same exact thing to him.

“I want them now,” she said to you. “I like men now. They’re… larger.”

“Hm,” Dean shrugged at his brother when the woman walked away. “You’ve had worse.”

“Fuller is on call tonight, so we'll have to hit him after lights out,” Sam changed the subject. “All three of us.”

“What? No,” Martin shook his head.

“Martin, we gotta get past security, past the orderlies, and then cut the boss-man's throat, okay? It's gonna suck start to finish, but we could use the backup.”

“Oh, I can't. I can't,” he shakes his head and begins to walk away.

“We know what happened in Albuquerque,” you blurted out.

“You don't know the half of it,” he stops and turns. “God, I used to be just like you three. I used to think I was invincible, and then... well, I found out I'm not.”

“Martin, you're still a hunter.”

“No. I'm not. I'm useless. Why do you think I checked myself into the Hotel California? I'd give anything to help you three, I would. But, I-I can't. I'm sorry. I can't,” he sighed and walked away from the group.

“It’s just us three, so come on,” you said, leading the group to Fuller’s office which was empty.

After searching it, you noticed his car keys was still here which meant he was still in the building.

“He's still in the building. Sam takes the west wing, Dean the east, and I'll take the north.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded.

After exiting the office, you three took your separate ways. Since the entrance to the north wing was closer to the east than the west, you went with Dean.

“I have a weird feeling with this one,” you expressed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I didn’t get any weird vibes from him when we met him. The only person whose given me the monster vibes is Nurse Foreman, the really happy nurse.”

“I know what I saw, Y/N. Dr. Fuller is the wraith.”

“I don’t think so,” you whispered.

Approaching the entrance to the north wing, you were about to separate when you heard Sam’s screams come from all the way across the hospital. Both you and Dean booked it out of there to get to Sam. When you did, you noticed him struggling with Dr. Fuller. The doctor was clearly terrified since Sam was much bigger than he was, but that wasn’t the most pressing thing. His arm was cut due to the silver letter opener, but he wasn’t in pain at all from it. Rushing over to Sam, you grabbed his arm when he raised it to stab the doctor.

“Sam! It’s not him!” you yelled. “Look at his arm. That cut's not burning!”

Sam, once he realized what he’s done, he dropped the blade on the ground. Looking behind you, Dean widened his eyes in realization that he was wrong about this. Dr. Fuller was clearly scared of what was going on, so he didn’t move from his spot even after Sam was off of him.

“It’s not him,” you repeated to yourself which meant the nurse was.

There was something really off about her.

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banshee1013 · 5 years

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Through The Looking Glass

A little something for my Family Business Supernatural RP Twitter family.

Don’t worry, gals - we’ll go on our hunting trip with the boys soon. First, gotta lay some groundwork...

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I think… I think I've actually figured it out.

How to get to Dean's world. To Sam, and Cas, and Jack.

And maybe even get them back here, too. But, one thing at a time.

A mirror stood propped against the closet door in my spare bedroom. Standing in front of it, I wonder if I have the strength, and the courage to try.

Maybe not - but I certainly have the will. This is something I've wanted since… well, a year ago, when I first discovered this universe existed.

And even more so after meeting them, talking to them - even if only through the "magic" of Twitter.

Yeah, "magic" - because that doesn't exist in this world. I can't draw a sigil, light a concoction on fire, and mumble some Latin to make it happen.

It's going to require more… MUCH more.

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@Redbanshee: Hey Dean… are you there?

@DWImpala67: Yeah… what's up? Are you ok?

@DWImpala67: I mean, you never DM me…

@DWImpala67: Cee? You ok?

@Redbanshee: Yeah, I'm here. Sorry, just… trying to figure out how to approach this…

@Redbanshee: Out with it, I guess. So, I've figured it out… I think.

@DWImpala67: Figured what out?

@Redbanshee: How to get there. To your world.

@DWImpala67: Uh. That's not possible.

@DWImpala67: … is it?

@Redbanshee: It might be. I guess we'll find out. Where are you?

@DWImpala67: At the Bunker. Why?

@Redbanshee: And Sam? Cas? Jack?

@DWImpala67: Jack and Sam are. Cas is still not back from Heaven.

@Redbanshee: OK… ok. Just… head outside the Bunker, ok? By the door.

@DWImpala67: … why?

@Redbanshee: Because, for the first test, I don't want to try to breach the Bunker's defenses. I can visualize the outside well enough, and it's safer.

@Redbanshee: Dean? Still there?

@DWImpala67: Yeah, I'm still here.

@DWImpala67: I just don't know how you're going to do this…

@Redbanshee: Well, if it works, I'll explain how it happened.

@Redbanshee: No sense in talking about it if it doesn't work.

@DWImpala67: Ok, I'm outside now.

@Redbanshee: OK. Here goes nothing…

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I started to prepare myself, visualizing the outside of the Bunker, as I'd seen it a million times on the show.

I checked my phone - Twitter was still up, the DM to Dean still active. Do I have everything? I'm going to a place where monsters - real-life monsters - exist. But I'm entering at a relatively safe place with that world's greatest Hunter waiting for me, outside a literal fortress. I should be ok, at least for this trial run.

Then I thought of something…

"Alexa… what time is it in Kansas?"

"It's 7:54 pm"

OK then.

I closed my eyes and focused hard on the image in my mind. I envisioned the position of the sun, how it would be dipping toward the horizon and heading into late twilight. I imagined the smell of the dust and brush outside the Bunker door, how the gravel and dirt would crunch under my feet… and walked toward the mirror.

I walked into the mirror…

… and miraculously, through it.

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I felt a tingle, like the prickle of course hair, across my skin. The brush of the carpet turned into the crunch of dirt, and kicked up a dust cloud I could smell as I stumbled slightly at the change of footing. The air was cool and dry, and a light breeze brushed a lock of hair across my face. The light through my closed eyelids changed hue, going from the pale white of LED lights to a golden glow.

My eyes were still closed when I felt two hands on my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks.

"Holy crap… Cee… is that really you?" Dean's deep, gravelly voice, right in front of me.

I opened my eyes to a flannel-covered chest an arm's length away. Blinking, I slowly looked up… and up, damn he was tall… and found myself staring into the face of…

Jensen Ackles.

OK, a way more world-weary version, with a few more worry lines and a fresh cut at his temple from the vamp hunt he had just returned from. Eyes wide, the fading sun catching them and sparking them ivy green. Mouth slightly agape in surprise. But the resemblance was UNCANNY.

"Wow. I guess Jensen really *was* born to play you…"

The hands at my shoulders squeezed, hard, as if to test my solidity. I flinched, and convinced I wasn't a figment of his imagination, his hands lifted and hovered briefly before falling to his sides as he continued to stare, wordless.

I was not yet convinced I was here. I reached up and poked him in the shoulder… HARD.

He was solid, all right… and as he was not prepared for it, I actually managed to knock him a little off balance.

"Holy shit.". Both of us, at the same time.

The next thing I knew, my face was buried in his flannel shirt, his arms wrapped around me in a tight hug.

I wrapped mine around his waist and might have even bounced a bit. "Ohmygod Dean!" I might have squealed a little. "It's… it's really you… YOU!"

We broke the hug and finally I saw it, live and in concert - that soft, sweet, beaming smile, his eyes crinkled in the corners.

"C'mon… we gotta talk about this… how the hell… Sammy's gonna lose his shit!"

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me into the Bunker.

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The walk into the Bunker was surreal - the grunt from Dean as he hefted the heavy outer door open, the scrape of metal as it closed. The tap of shoes on metal as we climbed the spiral stairs down. The squeak of the inner door hinges as it opened, and again as it closed.

The sight of the glowing map table, the ancient radio and electronic monitoring equipment. The hum in the air I felt more than heard.

Sam Winchester, standing in the archway leading to the Library.

Sam. Fucking. Winchester. Staring at me like I were a ghost.

Like Dean, he was the spitting image of Jared Padalecki, the actor that portrayed him. But Jared's soft smile and puppy-dog eyes were gone, replaced by ones with a harder edge to them.

Not that I can blame either of them - I know the things they've seen, and fought, and endured.

Dean's hand at the small of my back urged me down the stairs, and Sam met us at the base. He grew taller, and taller… and taller, as I descended and by the time I reached the last step I was craning my neck back in order to meet his puzzled hazel eyes.

I thrust my hand out, grinning like an idiot. "Hey, Sam, it's me… Celina, from Twitter…"

Ignoring my outthrust hand, he gave a tentative squeeze of my arm, testing much like Dean had - then pulled me into his giant hug. I thought he was going to suffocate me for a minute as my head barely reached his ribcage, and discovered that, yes, breathing was still a required activity here which probably ruled out astral projection. I happily squeezed him right back, then broke the hug to catch my breath.

He grabbed my shoulders, holding me out at arm's length. "But…h- how?" he stammered.

Dean clapped a hand on his shoulder and led the way past the map table and into the Library.

"That's next on the agenda."

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I was sitting at the table in the Library. THE. BUNKER. LIBRARY.

I swirled the glass of whiskey Dean had poured for me. Raised it to my nose and inhaled the heady aroma before taking a long pull. It burned my throat as I swallowed, and it was *delicious*.

Confirmed, once again - all five senses present.

Sam sat at the table across from me, laptop open, fingers tapping against the keys. Dean sat on my right, his own glass already empty. He rose and walked to the trolley where the liquor was kept up to pour himself more, and after consideration, brought the entire bottle back to the table. Sitting back down, he tipped another finger's worth into my glass.

"Thanks." My gaze took in the room, noticed the quiet. "Where's Jack?" I asked to no one in particular.

"In the Dean-Cave," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Watching 'Star Wars' for the umpteen millionth time."

"Oh cool! Can I go see him?" I started to rise from the chair.

"Not so fast," Sam said curtly from behind the laptop, and Dean reached for my arm, pulling me gently back to my seat.

I got it. Like good dads, they wanted to vet the relative stranger who miraculously appeared on their doorway before exposing him to me. I totally agreed - especially since I was still unclear how this all worked, and wouldn't have the slightest idea how to explain it to him how I got here, anyway.

I also knew his first question would be if I were there to take him to Disneyland as we had talked about - another thing I didn't have an answer for - yet.

Sam looked up from the keyboard and switched to full interrogator mode. "Ok, so… HOW did this happen? How are you here?" He gestured toward the laptop. "There's nothing in the lore about traveling between universes that doesn't require a powerful witch and archangel grace."

I took another swig of the whiskey to gather my thoughts. How to explain this?

"I walked through a mirror," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You walked… what? Like 'Alice in Wonderland' or something?" Dean asked, skeptical.

"Yeah, I know what it sounds like… but that's what I did. " I turned to Dean. "What did it look like… when I came through?"

His eyes unfocused, recalling. "There was… a… shimmer, sorta like, I dunno, light… bending around something." He scowled, uncertain.

"That's… impossible." Sam declared. "Something like that would *have* to require some form of spell - and we know for a fact that doesn't work in your world."

I nodded in agreement - I knew they had already experienced that lack when Balthazar had thrown them into my world several years ago.

"That doesn't mean there isn't… power there, for lack of a better term." I paused, trying to find the words. "It's belief… believing in something *so strongly*, that it comes into being."

"Tulpa." Dean and Sam said simultaneously. A grin flashed across my face, hearing the fandom squeal in my head: "I love it when they talk in unison!"

I shook my head. "Can't be. A Tulpa is a real thing… creature?... here, but not where I'm from. This was *literally* the power of… positive thinking."

I thought of all the self-help gurus making millions off this idea - "The Secret", et al. Jesus, could they be right?

I mean, I've tried visualizing winning the lottery for *years* to absolutely no avail. Of course, would help if I actually bought a ticket. The Lord helps those who help themselves, or something.

"So you're trying to tell me you just… WISHED your way here?" Dean demanded, incredulous. "Like… friggin' OZ? Clicked your heels and said 'There's no place like home'?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his expression - brows furrowed and lips downturned to a frown, as if outraged at the idea.

His scowl deepened at my laughter, but Sam snorted.

"Wow, Dean… that's two literary references in under 5 minutes. That's gotta be a record!"

"Shut up!"

Sam laughed again, turning back to me.

"Walk us through what you did," he said patiently.

So I did. I told them about visualizing the Bunker grounds and the door, focusing on it, and walking through the mirror… "Oh, and Twitter. I had a DM open to Dean when I did it." I shrugged. "I thought it might act as a sort of… I dunno, GPS?... to guide me here."

"Well, that begs another question, " Sam mused. "How do you get back?"

My brain stopped for a moment. I hadn't stopped to consider *that*. HAHA, oops. "Uh… I dunno?"

Dean rose from his chair to glare down at me. "You… wished yourself here, without an exit plan?" he growled. "A WORLD FULL OF MONSTERS, and Chuck breathing down our necks?"

"Dean…" Sam interjected as I involuntarily backed away at his tone.

Yeah, just as intimidating in person, if not more so.

"I don't believe this!" Dean threw his arms up in exasperation.

"I'm s-sure it's not that hard…" I stammered. "Maybe just, uh, kill the Twitter feed, or… just stop believing…"

But that was going to be difficult. I have living, breathing, SHOUTING proof that it was ALL REAL, and all RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

And it would be bad news bears if killing Twitter was the key - what if my battery died while I was here? Would I just pop out of existence, and back to my world?

Actually, that could come in handy if it were the case, and a pack of monsters were after me. But what if it happened and I didn't want to leave?

What if I ended up in some… limbo somewhere?

I was snapped out of my musing by Dean's hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, kiddo." he sighed. "I'm just worried about you. You're not safe here."

That was the crux of the outburst, wasn't it? Dean's overwhelming need to keep everyone SAFE. I smiled wanly up at him.

"Well, only way to find out is… to try it." I reached into my pocket for my phone… and realized with a jolt - of course I wouldn't have signal here. Verizon might exist in this universe, but I sure as hell didn't have an account with them. A check of the signal indicator confirmed my suspicions.

I showed the phone to Sam before Dean snatched it out of my hand to look for himself. "Well, that's just great." He pinched his nose with his fingers.

"Dean, we'll figure it out…" I said, reaching a hand to tug at his sleeve. "I.. I’m sorry. Please don't be mad… I didn't know how else… I had to try it to see if it would work!"

My eyes betrayed me, leaking several tears.

Dean took a deep breath, and sighing it out, sat back down. "I know we will," he said, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. Seeing the tears, his face fell and he reached to wipe them away.

"Hey, hey… none of that. It's gonna be ok, kiddo, I promise."

I had to laugh at that. "Kiddo, huh? I'm older than you, sonny."

Dean smirked. "No way… and it doesn't matter because you're new here, so you're still a 'kiddo'."

Sam matched Dean's smile, and reached over for my free hand. "Besides… it's really good to see you!"

"It's… amazing to see you guys, too. You have no idea…" Dammit. My eyes were betraying me again.

Sam released my hand and came around to the other side of the table. Leaned over to hug me, his chin on the top of my head, arms wrapped around my shoulders.

Dean grabbed my recently freed hand and squeezed both, then pulled me up, Sam rising along with me. Dean pulled us both into his arms and I found myself squished between them.

I've had photo ops like this, with their doppelgangers. Those were awesome.

This was SO MUCH BETTER.

Dean released us, and Sam let go as well. We were still standing there when Jack walked in.

"I heard shouting… oh, hello!" He waved at me, a happy, if puzzled, smile on his face. "Who are you?"

"Oh… hi Jack…" I said weakly, as Sam said "Jack! Uh… I thought you were watching 'Star Wars'?"

Jack turned to Sam. "I was, but the movie ended and I was putting on the next one when I heard shouting, and I came to see what it was." He turned to Dean. "I thought it was Cas… is he home yet, Dean?" A worried frown creased his innocent face.

"I'm sure he's fine, Jack," Dean said reassuringly. Jack smiled, of course believing him. "I'm sure you're right." He turned back to me, and his head cocked like a puppy, expectantly, awaiting an answer to his earlier question.

No sense in putting it off… besides, he was just SO adorable and I unbelievingly happy to see him. "Hey Jack… you're not gonna believe this, but it's me… it's Celina. From Twitter."

His head cocked the other way, expression puzzled. "But… how can that be?" He turned to Sam. "You said we couldn't go to where our Twitter friends were…"

"We're still trying to figure that out, Jack…" Sam said calmly. "But it's real. It's really her."

"It's really me, Jack." I walked slowly around the table, approaching him, my hand held out to him.

For the third time, I found myself poked and squeezed, before being squished.

"Is it true? Is it really YOU?" he asked excitedly. "Does this mean we can go to Disneyland!?" He was practically bouncing at this idea, and I couldn't help but laugh.

And I totally called it with the Disneyland thing.

"I dunno, Jack, we'll have to see. This was just an experiment and we're still working out the details," I smiled up at him, grabbing his hands and squeezing. "but I sure hope so. We would have SO MUCH FUN!"

Jack smiled winningly down at me, eyes bright. "We would. I hope we can go."

"We'll work on it, Jack, I promise," Sam said. "Why don't you go watch your movie so we can get back to work figuring this out?"

Jack looked at me forlornly. "Will you be here when the movie is over?"

"I don't know, sweetie," I said hesitantly, then smiled back up at him reassuringly. "But I promise I'll say goodbye before I go, if I can."

"Okay!" He gave me another hug. "It was so good to see you! Bye!" He turned away and headed back to the Cave.

I turned back around. Sam and Dean looked at me expectantly.

"So… what now?" Dean inquired, looking at me, then at Sam. Sam shrugged.

"Since I'm here…" I hesitated. Was it too much to ask? Too bold? I took a breath…

"Wanna tour?" Dean asked, beaming.

"HELL. YES!"

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Dean led the way, Sam following. He took me to the armory, but refused to let me fire any weapons ("Later, kiddo." "Dean… I'm OLDER THAN YOU!" "Yeah, whatever…"), the infirmary, the gym ("Wow, you have a gym?" "Yeah…” "Surprised you actually found your way here, Dean…").

Then a short series of steps to the garage. Dean flipped on the lights… and there she was.

Dean's Baby, gleaming in the light of the overheads.

"Oh… wow." I breathed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dean beaming at her like a proud papa.

"Well, you gonna go say Hi, or what?" He gave me a gentle shove toward her.

I approached her slowly, reverently, like the holy artifact she was. The Most Important Object In The Universe. Grazed a hand over her fender, and reaching the driver's side door, leaned in the window.

The initials on the back window deck.

The army men in the ashtray.

I could imagine the Legos in the vent.

I reached in and brushed fingers over the front seat leather. I glanced up over the roof, to the two men standing in the Bunker doorway.

Dean leaning against one of the shelves, grinning at me like a fool.

Sam leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded, eyes rolling. "You're worse than he is!"

Dean laughed and sauntered over to join me at the door, leaning in next to me. "Pretty awesome, right?" I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Gently moving me back, he opened the driver's side door with a flourish and a small bow, sweeping his hand toward the driver's seat.

"Go on, try it out." He faked a frown. "One time only deal."

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, I slid into the seat. Placed my hands on the steering wheel. I couldn’t reach the pedals, obviously.

I bit my lip to keep from crying, and glanced over at Dean. His smile was soft, holding out a hand to assist as I climbed out of the seat, and reached behind me to close the door. Still holding my hand, he led me to the trunk. Fishing the keys out of his pocket, he opened the trunk lid, the inside emblazoned with protective sigils, and raised the false floor, propping it up with the sawed-off shotgun.

I've seen the contents of this trunk hundreds of times, but nothing prepared me for the reality.

Burlap bag filled with salt. A flask marked with a cross - Holy water, of course. An ancient-looking urn full of what could only be holy oil. Several different varieties of religious artifacts. Machetes, and daggers made of several different metals and materials.

The grenade launcher.

"So, you guys almost done with the idol worship? I'm STARVING" Sam huffed from the doorway. Dean glanced at me and rolled his eyes. I snorted and Dean laughed as he lowered the false floor and closed the trunk lid.

He draped an arm over my shoulders. "Sam's right, we need some grub." My stomach took that moment to loudly grumble to accentuate his point. Dean laughed again. "Ok then. Any suggestions?"

"Any chance I could get one of your famous cheeseburgers?"

Dean grinned and gave me a squeeze. "Hell yeah! Let's go!"

We headed back to Sam and the door into the Bunker. Sam flipped off the lights and followed as Dean led us to the kitchen.

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While Dean made the burgers, Sam asked me what it was like, to live in a world without monsters? I explained to him that we still had monsters, but ours were harder to find since they looked just like us, and even harder to get rid of because of it.

What about angels, or demons? Nope, none of them either - although every organized religion wants you to believe otherwise.

"I'm really bummed I missed meeting *your* angel, though…" I said sadly. I was not about to admit the gigantic crush I had on him… or rather, the character as portrayed on the show depicting their lives.

But… Sam and Dean were *exactly* as they seemed on the show… so one would have to assume Cas would be as well. I gulped, and figured it was probably a good thing he wasn't here so I didn't have the opportunity to make a COMPLETE fool of myself.

Dean served the burgers, Sam grabbed the beer, and we sat around the table in the kitchen. The burgers were phenomenal, the beer cold, and the company was, in a word… AWESOME. I had to stop for a moment to take it all in - sitting in the kitchen of the Bunker, with Sam and Dean Winchester, eating burgers and drinking beer. It was all so surreal.

Sam, noticing my glazed look, nudged me. "Hey, you ok?"

I blinked and refocused, then smiled at him. "Yeah… yeah, I'm great." I waved a hand around the room. "It's just… this." I grabbed his hand, then reached across the table to take Dean's. "You… both of you. I can't believe I'm here…" I swallowed down a wave of emotion. "I can't believe it's real…"

The hand holding Sam's started to tingle… then my arm, and the rest of my body. The smell of the kitchen and the burgers began to fade…

"CEE!" I heard Dean's voice shout. "HEY! Hey…c'mon, come back!"

I felt sharp pressure on my arm, and the room began to solidify again. Sam's hand squeezing my upper arm, Dean pulling on the other.

"OK… ok, I'm back." I shook my head to clear it. I felt two sets of concerned eyes on me.

Squeezing Dean's hand, I met Sam's concerned gaze.

"Well… I think I figured out how to get back…"

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"So let me get this straight," Sam stated, all business. "you felt yourself being pulled back when you began to question the reality of being here?"

"Yeah… I guess? But I've tried repeating it, and haven't been able to." I sighed.

"OK, so," Dean asked, "what do we do now?"

I smirked at him. "Any more vamp nests nearby? Would love to go see if choppin' up some fang is as easy as it looks on TV."

"NO." Dean growled. "HELL. NO." I threw my head back and laughed.

Sam scowled. "Seriously… we have to figure out how to get you back home."

I sighed. I knew he was right, and there were still so many unanswered questions.

For instance… was the passage of time different here?

"Dean… what time is it?"

Dean glanced at his watch. "Goin' on 11… why?"

So I've been here three hours… what if that were three WEEKS back home… three MONTHS… YEARS…

I felt the panic growing… but it couldn't be that big of a time difference. I talked with these guys on Twitter practically *every day*, and there was no indication that time passed any differently here than there. If anything, it was only a matter of minutes, certainly less than an hour or two.

"OK…" I breathed to calm down and focus. "Here's the deal..." I thought back to the tour we took of the Bunker. I didn't recall seeing any floor-length mirrors - this might present a problem. "Are there any mirrors… like, big ones? Floor-length?"

"Yeah… in the gym." Sam answered.

"Ah, right. So… I'm gonna go say goodbye to Jack like I promised. Then I'm gonna do the opposite of what I did to get here - stand in front of the mirror and visualize the room I came here from." Took a deep breath, let it out. "But I'm gonna have to do it alone, and it has to be quiet. I have to focus, and you guys being there will keep pulling me back."

Sam nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He stood and offered me a hand up from the kitchen table, drawing me to my feet and leading me out of the kitchen to the Dean-Cave, with Dean taking up the rear.

I peeked inside. "Return of the Jedi" was playing, Jack sprawled on the couch like your average teenager, fully engrossed in it. I grinned, thinking I should introduce him to the Star TREK movies next.

"Hey, Jack…" I said loudly over the din of the battle on the screen. Jack lifted up to peer over the arm of the couch, saw me and waved, smiling happily. "Hi! Have you come to watch the movie with me?"

"No, I'm sorry, Jack… I have to go. I came to say goodbye, like I promised."

Jack fumbled for the TV remote to pause the movie, and came to give me a hug goodbye. He then stood back with a somber look on his face.

"Did you figure out how to get back home?"

"I think so. I'm going to go try it now." Before he could ask, I offered, "And if it works, I'll start working on how to get you over to my world so we can take that trip to Disneyland, ok?"

He beamed. "Okay! And we'll still talk on Twitter, right?"

His smile was infectious, and I beamed back at him. "Of course! I'll talk to you tomorrow." He waved goodbye and went back to watching his movie. I turned and left, a smile still on my face, but it vanished when I looked at the boys.

It was time to say goodbye.

And I was suddenly so very tired. I stumbled, and Dean caught me as I fell.

"You ok?" Hands on my shoulders, a worried frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah… just… really tired. I think there must be some sort of energy drain by being here as well." I took a deep breath, rolled my neck and shoulders to rouse myself.

"Ok… let's get you to the gym and get you home." Dean guided me down the hall, hand on my back in case I tried to fall again.

We reached the entrance to the gym, and I sighed. "OK guys, this is where you get off."

Dean snorted, and Sam rolled his eyes. "Really, Dean? What are you, twelve?"

"Hey, she started it!" he choked, trying to hold back the laughter, and I couldn't help but laugh with him. What an idiot… and I loved him. I reached up on tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck to give him the biggest hug I could muster and a kiss on the cheek. He hugged back, hard, briefly lifting me off my feet before setting me back down.

Giving me a kiss on the forehead, he let me go.

"It was really awesome seein' you, Cee," he said, his voice rough, the green eyes bright. I smiled into them and patted him on the cheek.

"We'll do it again soon, ok?"

Then Sam spun me around to say his goodbyes. After a giant moose hug and a kiss to the top of my head, he leaned down to look me in the eyes.

"You focus in there, ok, and you get home safe," he said, his voice cracking.

"And you DM us the second you get back, you hear me?" Dean insisted.

"I will. First thing." I grasped each of their hands for a final squeeze. "See you around, boys."

I turned and walked into the gym. Turning, I take one last look at Sam and Dean Winchester, standing in the hallway. I blew them a kiss and closed the door.

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Silence. Not even the hum of the hidden electronics in the walls to break my concentration.

I focused on the feel of the carpet under my feet, the hue of the LED lights in the bedroom… I *did* have the lights on, right? Yeah… the sound of the ceiling fan whirring.

I closed my eyes and walked toward the mirror.

I walked into the mirror…

… and once again, through it.

Again, my skin tingled, and I stumbled briefly as my feet left the rubberized floor of the gym and onto the low pile of carpet in my spare room.

I opened my eyes. I was home.

First thing I did was look at the clock - 9:23 PM. Converted to Kansas time - no time difference between here, and there. Good to know.

My phone began to beep repeatedly, as messages stockpiled while I was out of signal range began to arrive. I ignored them and fired up Twitter, to do as I promised.

To let the boys know I made it back.

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@Redbanshee: DEAN! SAM! I made it back!

@DWImpala67: Oh thank G… UGH. We gotta come up with a new saying for that.

@DWImpala67: That's awesome! I'm so glad you're safe.

@ItsSam1983: That's great news, Celina. I'm so relieved!

@Redbanshee: That was… something, wasn't it?

@DWImpala67: Yeah it was something all right…

@DWImpala67: It was CRAZY. INSANE. DANGEROUS.

@DWImpala67: …and it was awesome to see you, and now that we know it works and you can get back home, I hope you come to visit again soon.

@ItsSam1983: What my brother said. It was foolhardy, but also amazing, and awesome to see you in person.

@Redbanshee: I can't wait to do it again, I had THE BEST TIME. And I'll have sweet dreams about those burgers, Dean…

@Redbanshee: Speaking of dreams, I'm about to pass out here on the floor, so I'm gonna hit the hay. Can you tell Jack I'm ok, and I'll work on the Disneyland thing?

@ItsSam1983: You bet. Don't be a stranger.

@DWImpala67: Go get some sleep, kiddo.

@Redbanshee: UGH WITH THE KIDDO THING.

@Redbanshee: … but I love you anyway. :)

@DWImpala67: … I know. :)

@ItSam1983: Rest well, Celina.

@Redbanshee: Hey Sam… call me Cee. :)

@ItsSam1983: You got it… Cee :)

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FIN

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adventuresloane · 5 years

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Lup, Raven Queen, Barry, Ango and totally Ren. ;) maybe sloane also! For the HC meme❤️

(for this meme)

Kat this is……SO many oh my lord. I’m gonna put most of theseunder a cut!!! You’re a doll tho thanksfor all the asks.

Lup:

A) What I think realistically: I love the idea that,contrary to popular belief, she’s the younger twin! When they were kids, Taakowould always be the one who had to get her out of the trouble she got herselfinto. Taako’s always been a bit more pragmatic, but Lup just couldn’t standdisrespect towards her or her brother and would always address it. She stood upto people and probably bit off more than she could chew a number of times,meaning Taako had to help her out of a tight spot.

B) What is fucking hilarious to me: Lup at one point had apretty major crisis in her life because she loves to cook for people anddesperately wanted to show her affection for Barry by cooking for him, but.This man has lived off late-night hot pockets out of his laboratory microwavefor years. He doesn’t have a palette. One time she overheard him call ketchupspicy and she just kind of stared at the wall for five minutes. She spent manyan evening slaving over recipe books to try to find SOMETHING decent that thisuncultured man would actually enjoy.

C) What is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict onfriends: She’s got…a number of lingering issues after her release from theumbrella. There’s a lot of talk about how she develops claustrophobia, andwhile I think that’s certainly true, I think another thing that leaves hershaken is the utter darkness inside the staff. Before she was able to get herpowers back to create fire, the darkness in there must have been absolute andchilling. Imagine how long she lay there entirely blind and unable to make outanything. I don’t think she can sleep with the lights off anymore. She alwaysat least leaves the hall light on outside the bedroom, but even that’s notenough much of the time, and she often plays with a little fireball in herhands until she can’t keep her eyes open anymore, so that she knows there’sstill light where she is.

D) What would never work with canon but the canon is shit soI believe it anyway: Griffin says that the Legato performance was the firsttime the rest of the IPRE crew realized that Barry and Lup were in love butcome the fuck on. These guys??? They’re so incredibly obvious and crazy foreach other. Even if they didn’t tell their family explicitly EVERYONE knew forYEARS.

Raven Queen

A) Every raven in Faerun is at her beck and call. The birdshave a bit of magic to them inherently and find it easy to slip from plane toplane. She’ll dispatch them to carry messages or keep an eye on things for herand report back. She VERY rarely comes to the mortal planes, but you can alwaystell when she’s on her way. Thousands of ravens circle together tightly in thesky, their iridescent wings shining, and from the almost blinding andotherworldly shimmer a portal forms through which she comes.

B) Has motherly instincts towards Kravitz but no concept ofwhat being a parent to a former mortal actually entails. At what age does onestop picking up mortal children? 35? Her idea of mother-son bonding is enactinga blood oath. She’s trying her best.

C) Kravitz became her “ward” of sorts when he begged andprayed to her for months on end to spare his sick mother and take his lifeinstead—he made a brave trade and she respected him for it, hence his positionas a reaper.

D) She grants Magnus a “limited” amount of extra time livinghappily with Julia in the afterlife but honestly do you think she’ll ever makethem stop living in that little cabin? Heck, do you really think she’s going tokeep their friends from leaving the sea of souls to visit them whenever???She’s willing to turn a blind eye to their little party for the rest ofeternity.

Barry

A) He is just……so visibly huggable tbh. You look at him andyou’re like, “That’s a man who’d be good to just hug for a little while. Chubbysoft belly. Just a teddy bear of a man.

B) The boy is a classic academic research scientist, whichis to say a damn mess. He’ll periodically crop his hair short but then won’tbother to get it cut again for months on end because he’s too busy, so it growsout all wild and looks a mess. He has one (1) mug he keeps on his desk and likenever washes because it’s always filled with coffee anyway. Shows up to work ina stained T-shirt because it’s not like anyone’s paying attention to him whenhe’s locked up in his lab all day anyway. Grody science man.

C) Next to Taako, he’s the one who takes the longest toforgive Lucretia, and I sort of think he never completely gets over what shedid. Unlike everyone else in the IPRE crew, he was deliberately isolated fromthe rest of his family AND HE WAS AWARE OF IT. That’s fucked up, and he learnedto hate Lucretia for awhile, and that’s not the kind of thing that can beerased as soon as Story & Song is over. He can barely look her in the eyefor awhile.

D) He does NOT have a mullet do not to my boy dirty likethis.

Angus

A) All this debate over Magnus or Taako or Lucretia orwhoever the fuck adopts Angus post-S&S? Screw that noise. It’s not like anyof the adult figures in his life AREN’T walking disasters as individuals—it’sonly together that they’re sort of capable of functioning. That’s why he haslike twenty parents and splits his time between like five different houses,inside each of which he has his own room and where he is welcome at all hoursof the day and night. That kid is living the dream.

B) Absolutely drops f-bombs on purpose knowing that it willscandalize the adults he talks to. This boy is a delight and has never doneanything wrong but he is NOT the innocent little one everyone thinks! Sneakyboy!

C) Gotta be honest, I don’t have the heart to actuallyimagine Angus having any suffering inflicted upon him, BUT I do like the ideaof Taako being lowkey terrified every time he goes off on his own/tries toconduct an investigation that has a chance of being dangerous. He tries not toshow it and definitely plays it cool when Angus comes back safe every time, buthe’s got so very few people he feels really connected to and he doesn’t want tolose one of them (again).

D) Controversial, but he remains a shrimpy nerdboy foreverand does not get to be buffer than Magnus sorry.

Ren

A) Hot take: she’s a soft butch. My evidence? I know a bunchof butches named Ren and also she just gives off those Lesbian Vibes. Butch Ren2k19.

B) She is…small. Just so short, even by the standards ofelves, which are on average smaller than humans. It might be partly because she’sa Drow, since I personally headcanon that they don’t grow quite as big, buteven then she’s just. A little creacher. She has to use a spoon to knock downthings from shelves that everyone else in the tavern can easily reach. Cassidyjokingly uses her head as an armrest.

C) Her family is definitely still around and definitely wereoutside of Refuge when the barrier was created around the town and they justhad no way whatsoever of contacting her. They aged while time didn’t touch her.

D) This is more in opposition to D&D lore than to theTAZ canon, but I personally don’t like to think that Ren ever faced anyprejudice for being a dark elf. The whole idea of the Drow being cursed and 99%of them being evil is, imo, very tired (not to mention racist), so I just don’twant that being a part of her story. I think maybe Underdark elves have a bitof a reputation in the surface realms for being kind of staid and dour, so inthat way Ren defies some conventions by being her bubbly self. But aside fromthat, she never had an issue with anyone thinking less of her or hating her forbeing a Drow.

And fuck it, I know I did Sloane already but I have gothbirb headcanons coming out of my ass so I’ll do her again.

A) Tbh I like to think that her alias is something she put alot of thought into and something she identifies really strongly with. Like,ravens are obviously just objectively cool and fit the goth aesthetic she’sgoing for, but also I think growing up in Goldcliff (which I picture as beingjust like the American Southwest) she had a lot of experience observing themand felt kind of a kinship with them (and probably fed them to get them tofollow her around tbh). In some folklore, ravens are considered shapeshifterson account of how the sun reflects off their wings and makes them look likethey’re changing shape. I think that by assuming the persona of the Raven, shebecomes something more than what she appears to be, and it’s a bit of escapismfor her. (Also, ravens are known to be family-oriented and mate for life sothat proves fitting later on…)

B) It kinda breaks my heart whenever people draw her (orhalf-elves in general) with shorter/smaller ears than full-blooded elves,because in my head hers are long and twitchy! She’s pretty good at hiding howshe feels and not giving away too much with her body language, so her ears don’tnecessarily move around a ton to express how she’s feeling, but they doinvoluntarily react to sound, e.g. perking up when she hears a sudden noise.Hurley finds this adorable and exploits it to no end—like snapping her fingersnext to one of Sloane’s ears and then the other to make them pique alternatelyuntil Sloane finally gets fed up.

C) This is kind of more of a headcanon for half-elves ingeneral, but I remember seeing a post awhile back that said something along thelines of “D&D cryptid: a half-elf with a good relationship with theirfamily.” It was funny, but it did get me thinking: what’s a good narrativejustification for this? One of the answers, I think, is that half-elves grow ata rate that must be completely bewildering for their elven parents. They reachmaturity at around 20, compared to a full-blooded elf becoming an adult ataround 100. There’s probably a lot of potential for friction there as elvenparents are unable to handle or understand their kids as they mature soquickly. Plus, most half-elves don’t outlive their elf parents, and knowing you’remore than likely going to bury your kid one day has got to be hard. I think allof this was sort of the situation for Sloane growing up, and it was the sourceof a lot of the isolation she felt as a child.

D) She has big biker energy and actually prefers motorcyclesto battlewagons and that’s the tea.

LAWD this was a lot. Hope you like them!!!

#i typed this in a word doc initially and it was almost 2000 words fsdkjbvkgbdlj #starlight seeker #ask meme #headcanons #lup #barry bluejeans #angus #ren #raven queen #sloane #blupjeans #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #my txt

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 7 years

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The Heist and the Rescue - 13x08 Coda

Summary:

The look of exasperation on Asmodeus’s face when he stops in front of Castiel’s cell is comical. Castiel throws a tired glance his way before returning his eyes to the floor.

“Castiel. I need to borrow you for a second.” Castiel snorts, despite his efforts to stop it.

“‘Borrow me’? Like I have a choice in the matter.” A smirk tilts the corner of Asmodeus’s mouth.

“You’re learnin’. Your human keeps calling, I need to know what to tell him to get him off my back.” Castiel turns his eyes back to Asmodeus, squinting at him in the process.

“Why on Earth do you think I’d tell you that?” Asmodeus hums and waves his hand, stepping back while one of his demons unlocks the door to the cell and steps inside brandishing an angel blade.

“Because you value your life, especially since you just got it back. You can either tell me and be done with it, or you and I can have some fun.” The look on Asmodeus’s face sends a shiver down Cas’s spine, but he stares the Prince down defiantly anyway.

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“Hey, Cas, just callin’ to check in. Sam and I don’t have shit on Jack, we’re hitting walls left and right. Call me back and let me know if you’ve got somethin’. Let me know if you’re okay.”

· · · ✤ · · ·

“Cas, it’s been a few days and I still haven’t heard from you. Give me a call back and let me know what you’re up to. I hate it when you go radio silent, man, come on. Just… call me.”

· · · ✤ · · ·

“Cas, call me. Please. I’m worried.”

· · · ✤ · · ·

The look of exasperation on Asmodeus’s face when he stops in front of Castiel’s cell is comical. Castiel throws a tired glance his way before returning his eyes to the floor.

“Castiel. I need to borrow you for a second.” Castiel snorts, despite his efforts to stop it.

“‘Borrow me’? Like I have a choice in the matter.” A smirk tilts the corner of Asmodeus’s mouth.

“You’re learnin’. Your human keeps calling, I need to know what to tell him to get him off my back.” Castiel turns his eyes back to Asmodeus, squinting at him in the process.

“Why on Earth do you think I’d tell you that?” Asmodeus hums and waves his hand, stepping back while one of his demons unlocks the door to the cell and steps inside brandishing an angel blade.

· · · ✤ · · ·

He sighs as he cleans his gun for the second time in a week, glancing over at Sam quickly as he walks into the kitchen.

“I think she’s clean.” he says, with a smirk on his face. Dean rolls his eyes at the jab, setting the gun on the table.

“Anything on Ketch?”

“No. Checked every hospital in a fifty mile radius. Nada.” Dean sighs, shaking his head.

“Crazy son of a bitch probably pulled the bullet out with his teeth.” Sam chuckles. “What about Jack?”

“Talked to Cas, he’s got nothin’. It’s like… I-we gotta find something in the lore or wait for Jack to make a mistake.”

“Yeah, well, mistakes are what I’m worried about.” He clicks his tongue when his phone rings, eyes narrowing slightly when he sees it’s an unknown number. “Yeah.”

“Dean Winchester.”

“Who’s this?”

“I have something you might be interested in.” He glances at Sam, rolling his eyes and continuing to clean his gun.

“Nah, we’re happy with our cable provider, thank you.” He cleans his hand off and reaches for his phone to turn off, his hand freezing when the man on the other end speaks again.

“What about your nephilim?” Dean clenches his jaw slightly, staying silent. “Word on the street is, he’s gone rogue.”

“Yeah, what street is that?”

“Hell street. Hell avenue. Just Hell, really.” Sam wags a fingers over the phone, mouthing the word demon in Dean’s direction. Dean’s pretty sure if his eyes rolled any harder, they’d roll out of his head. “What if I told you I had a way to find your boy? Meet me at Smile Diner at 12:45.” He glances at Sam, sighing quietly when he sees the younger Winchester sit up straighter.

· · · ✤ · · ·

The drive to the diner is wholly uneventful, to Dean’s delight. The meeting with Bart is… well, it’s a meeting with a demon. Sam takes a few hours to research the half of the spell they got while Dean wanders around the Bunker with his phone in hand, ending up in the shooting range. He sighs quietly, putting his phone away and slipping on a set of headphones and glasses, loading his gun.

When he finally makes it back to the library, Sam’s authenticated the spell, which only makes Dean sigh harder.

“A demon, Sam? We never have luck with demons, they always stab us in the back. This is a bad idea. We can figure out another way to find Jack.”

“We need to find him, Dean. Before something bad happens.”

· · · ✤ · · ·

Bart’s lair is, well… not really a lair. He just borrowed a factory.

“Grab can locate the vault room, but the only thing that can actually open it is the blood of a man who’s been to Hell and back. Tell me, Dean, do you know any men like that?” His body tenses in response to the question, memories of his time in Hell flooding his mind.

“Sure Sparky, Sam and I both. Demons have been to Hell and back too.” Bart rolls his eyes, a smirk on his face.

“Demons are demons, Dean. And you’re the only one out of the two of you that actually went to Hell. Sold your soul, whole shebang. You’re the only one here who’s actually been to Hell and back.” Dean swallows back the bile in his throat, steeling his face. He tugs his sleeve up, plastering a smirk onto his face.

“Well here. Why don’t you just take it, and then you can give us the rest of the spell.” But of course, nothing could be that easy for the Winchesters. Bart gives them some bullshit about curveballs, which doesn’t convince Dean at all. Much to his surprise, Sam is the first one to turn away. Dean’s suspects it’s more for show than anything.

“Put it another way: take the deal or I give the spell to Asmodeus. I’ve made a copy of your half, obviously. Did I neglect to mention that he’s looking for your boy too?” Dean’s shoulders sag and he lets out a quiet breath. As much as he’s against this, they can’t let Asmodeus get the spell, they’d have another apocalypse on their hands.

That’s how, two nights later, Dean ends up squished on the floor of the Impala with Smash, hidden under a blanket. Sam heads up to the house while he and Smash head into a barn on the property. Everything goes swimmingly, until he helps Smash narrowly escape a dart to the side of her head. Shrike shows up and she bolts, unsurprisingly. Dean sighs, turning to Shrike.

“My brother, where is he?”

“Alive, far as I left him. Thought he was a demon. Guess Bart’s got humans doing his dirty work now.” Dean hums at that, drawing his gun and cocking it.

“Well, looks like gun beats knife, so, how about you hand over the safe and then we’ll all be home in time to watch Game of Thrones.”

“I’m more of a book guy.” Shrike walks toward him, so Dean empties the whole magazine into him, which does nothing. Shrike raises the knife, freezing when Sam bolts down the stairs.

“Dean! He’s immortal!” Dean glances at Sam, turning and punching Shrike in the face.

· · · ✤ · · ·

They manage to make it out unscathed, by their standards. Smash gets on a bus and, despite the fact that they lost the second half of the spell, Asmodeus can’t get it either. He and Sam hang out in the kitchen drinking their beers before Sam heads to bed and Dean spends a few hours wandering the bunker. He checks the storage rooms and the comprehensive, albeit very faded log books to see if there’s anything in their storage rooms that might help find Jack. He comes up empty, like he’d expected. He sighs softly, scrubbing a hand over his face and heading to bed.

· · · ✤ · · ·

“So, Castiel, have you changed your mind yet?” Castiel heaves a breath, wincing from the blow to his ribs.

“Fine, alright. I’ll give you what you want.” Asmodeus smirks, motioning for the demon to step away from Castiel.

“Go on, then. What do I tell him?” Castiel sucks in a few deep breaths, slumping back against the wall.

“Tell him I’m looking into a lead in Poughkeepsie and I’ll let him know if I find anything.” Asmodeus raises an eyebrow at him, digging Castiel’s cell phone from his pocket.

“Poughkeepsie?” Castiel nods, sliding down the wall to sit.

“It’s one of the few towns devoid of any supernatural beings. He won’t be concerned for my safety if I’m there.” Asmodeus nods, satisfied with the answer. Castiel expects him to leave when he calls Dean, but the smug bastard stands right there, phone hovering over his ear, using his voice to trick Dean. Not that it matters, Dean will know something’s wrong as soon as he hears what Asmodeus says.

“Hello, Dean. I’m sorry I’ve missed your calls, I was traveling and let my phone die. I’m looking into a lead in Poughkeepsie, I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

· · · ✤ · · ·

“Hello, Dean. I’m sorry I’ve missed your calls, I was traveling and let my phone die. I’m looking into a lead in Poughkeepsie, I’ll let you know if I find anything.” Dean’s eyes widen at that, sitting up quickly and snapping his fingers in Sam’s direction.

“You’re in Poughkeepsie?” Sam raises his eyebrows. Dean mouths the word Cas back at him, and he can see Sam’s muscles tense.

“I am. I think I might have found something to help locate Jack, but I need to have a look first. I don’t want to get your hopes up.” Dean’s jaw clenches, but he clears his throat quietly, nodding.

“Right, yeah. Okay. Well, call me whenever you can. Good luck with whatever it is, man.” He presses the button to end the call, shooting a wary look in Sam’s direction.

“Poughkeepsie? He really said that?” Dean nods slowly, his mind churning.

“Yeah. Yeah, you know… I don’t think it was Cas, though. I mean, Cas has a car charger in his car now, he wouldn’t just let his phone die. And it’s not like him not to answer, even if he can’t call he’ll usually send a text or one of his stupid emojis. He sounded… off when I talked to him in the car, after the whole thing with Ketch. Just… the way he talked, it didn’t sound like Cas.” He sets his phone on the table, eyes widening. Sam raises his eyebrows.

“What? What is it?” Dean groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“God, we’re fucking stupid. Who do we know who can look and sound like someone else and who’s also looking for Jack?” It takes him a moment, but Sam’s eyes eventually widen.

“Asmodeus. Shit, you think it was him and not Cas?”

“I mean, it makes sense. If he asked Cas what to say so we wouldn’t be suspicious, he could’ve slipped him the Poughkeepsie thing, made up some bullshit.”

“Yeah, but… I mean, he knows Poughkeepsie means drop everything and run, right? Why would he give us that code word?” Dean rolls his eyes at that.

“Cause he’s a self-sacrificing son of a bitch. Can you figure out where his phone is now? If Asmodeus is still using it, we should be able to track it.” Sam nods, pulling his laptop toward him and pulling up the tracking data for Cas’s phone.

“This is… weird. It’s bouncing all over the place.” Dean scrubs a hand over his face, sighing.

“Alright, well… Can you look at previous days? See where the last reliable signal was? Maybe we can figure out where he was headed based on that.” Sam nods slowly, pulling up the data.

“Looks like it was… Tiverton, Rhode Island.” He pulls up a map, turning the laptop toward Dean. Dean pulls it closer, his eyes scanning the screen.

“I… I know where he is. Crowley’s old lair, wasn’t it in Falls River?” Sam nods.

“As far as I remember, why?” Dean glances at Sam over the laptop, his hand already reaching for his gun.

“It’s ten minutes from the last place Cas’s cell pinged before it went haywire.” Sam raises his eyebrows as Dean shuts the lid of the laptop, standing and walking to his room, shouting over his shoulder, “Grab your gear, let’s go. Anything and everything that can take out a demon. Let’s carve some devil’s traps into bullets, too. We’re getting Cas back.”

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