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Brotherly Figures part 3

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 2 <- -> Part 4

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: The boys set their ground rules for Ava joining them.

Episode warnings: None

A/N: Bit of canon divergence here. I wanted John to still be alive so I had to set it in season 1, but I also wanted the opportunity of hanging out with Ellen and Jo at some point.

I awoke in a strange bed, opening my eyes to the empty motel room. I panicked briefly that the Winchesters had abandoned me, before noticing their belongings were still strewn around the room. Then I realised I could hear the low timbre of their voices, but couldn't make out the words, in amongst the noises of the road and birds. They must be standing outside talking.

I got out of bed and padded to the motel room door. I opened it a crack and saw the boys standing right outside. They stopped speaking when they saw me.

“If you're going to talk about me, you may as well do it in front of me,” I grumped at them. Dean scowled at me but they both traipsed back in.

“Alright, we have some conditions,” Dean began, “if you're serious about wanting to become a hunter.”

“I am.”

“The first one is that you don't see one speck of action until I say you're ready. You are going to have to train for this, just like we did.” I nodded.

“My condition,” Sam said, “is that you finish high school. You can enrol in distance education and I'll tutor you, but you are not throwing your entire future away.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sam is always serious about school,” Dean interjected, a touch of laughter in his voice.

“What the hell use is high school?” I glared at Sam.

“Well, for one it'll get you into college-”

“How many hunters go to college?!” I interrupted him.

“I did,” he countered, still calm despite my agitation. “And I'm going back to law school at some point. Secondly, hunting isn’t all about swinging knives and shooting salt. A significant portion is understanding lore, doing research, knowing how to critically read what's written. All skills you develop in high school.”

“Did you finish high school?” I asked Dean.

“I didn't drop out at 15,” he countered, arms crossed. “Besides, you want to travel with us you have to convince both of us. This is Sammy's hill and he's choosing to die on it.”

“You’re serious,” I said as I glanced between them, “I have to do high school in order to travel around literally killing monsters with you two?”

“Yes,” Sam said simply.

“Fiiiine,” I sassed. Sam smiled.

“Speaking of travelling around,” Dean started, “Sometimes, we're going to have to leave you behind. Especially in the beginning, but I can't promise you you'll always be able to come in the future, either.”

“So I just have to chill in the motel room?”

“Sometimes, yes. But when I say leave you behind, I mean we're going to drop you with some of our friends.”

“Who are these ‘friends’?” I said, apprehensive.

“Hunters and hunter supporters. We used to get dropped at Bobby's when we were your age too, and Ellen has a daughter a couple of years younger than Sam. We're not going to abandon you, kid.”

“You’re not going to take me if I say no, are you?” I said, much quieter and more hesitant than I had been when challenging Sam about school.

“No.”

I bit my lip.

“You'll be safe with them,” Sam said gently, reaching out to my hand and giving it a squeeze, correctly guessing the reason for my hesitation. “Promise.”

I nodded.

“Ok,” Dean said, “Here's the plan. Sam and I are going to finish this case. You,” he looked me straight in the eyes and pointed his finger at me, “are not going to leave this room. Once we're done, we're going to Bobby's.” I nodded meekly.

“What's our cover story if anyone does see Ava?” Sam asked.

Dean looked me up and down. “How is anyone going to buy two twenty-something year old men with a 15yo girl in their room?” he muttered. “We’re going to be arrested for child trafficking...”

“I could be your sister,” I said hesitantly.

“That could work,” Sam said. “We’ll need to all be up to speed on some details about each other in case we get questioned.” Dean and I nodded.

“It’s probably a good cover story for wherever we go,” Dean said. “If we're in a town being the FBI or whatever, then you can just be my sister. People who know us know that our Mum died when Sammy was a baby, so you'll have to be our half-sister from our Dad. Explains why no one has seen you before, too. But for the love of God, don't tell him you're our sister when we find him next.”

“Ok,” I agreed. “So, what do I need to know?”

We ran through our birth dates, putting them into our phone calendars. Dean was 26, Sam 22 and I had recently turned 15. We came up with a cover story for how I'd gotten in touch with them and started travelling around, and that my mother was dead.

“Alright, we're gonna head out and finish this case,” Dean threw me the remote to the TV, “Don't break anything, don't leave, and don't talk to anyone. Capiche?”

“I get it Dean, you've said it 30 times already.”

“We’ll bring you back some food later,” Sam said.

They left. I channel surfed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

 

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Bobby didn't seem that put out when Sam and Dean rocked up with me in the backseat. “Who's the kid?” he asked as we got out of the car.  

“Orphan,” Dean replied, at the same time as Sam said “Ava”.

“Need you to look out for her for us,” Dean continued, “get her started on her training.”

“You two idjits go on a recruiting drive?”

“It was not our idea,” Dean huffed.

“Let's get inside then,” Bobby said, turning to the house, “you can fill me in on the details later.”

Sam took me to a bedroom upstairs. I could hear Dean and Bobby talking about me in the kitchen, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Sam left me to put my things in the room and went to join the others.

The men were still talking when I came down the stairs, moving quietly so I could hear them.

“I'm jus’ worried you're going to do to her exactly what your Daddy did to you boys,” I heard Bobby say, “and she ain't going to thank you for it.”

“Believe me Bobby, I know,” Dean said.

“We’re going to do it differently, we're going to do it better,” Sam said. “Besides, it's us taking her in or her going out and getting herself killed trying to hunt things alone. You saw her face Dean, she's already in this life whether we help her or not.”

“So long as you're aware, is all I'm sayin’,” Bobby replied.

There was a small lull in the conversation so I made more noise on the stairs and walked in to the kitchen. Sam looked slightly guilty, perhaps thinking about the fact they'd just been talking about me, but the others had better poker faces.

“Welcome to the family, Ava,” Bobby said. “Guess you're going to be living wit’ me for a while.”

 

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Sam got my enrolment to a distance education provider set up, putting Bobby down as my guardian. He was nothing if not efficient, although I’d been hoping we could delay or even forget about enrolling in school. He found a bunch of grading tests and made me do them, so he could work out what level I was up to in each subject. Then he drew up a whole curriculum and timeline about what I needed to study between now and the end of the school year. He was worse than my teachers.

Dean was at least more fun. He took me out and set up tins on fence posts. He offered me a gun, “You ever shoot anything?” I shook my head.

Dean showed me the basics of the gun he had then got me to have a go. I finally got one of the tins on my 5th or 6th attempt, but I think it was a fluke. “Might be something you need to work on in between all that school work Sammy's devised,” he joked at me.

On my 4th day at Bobby's, Sam and Dean took me to one of Bobby's sheds. “You ever fight anyone?” Dean asked. I shook my head. “Guess Sammy gets to be your first then,” he smirked.

“What?” I asked, incredulous. “You want me to fight Sam? I've seen you two take down vampires with a flick of a wrist, not to mention he's twice my size! I can't fight Sam!”

“Relax kid, I'm not going to set him on you. We're just going to work on some introductory moves.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“But you are going to have to be able to fight him if you ever want to be let loose on monsters,” Dean said more seriously.

“Let's not freak her out just yet,” Sam interjected.

Dean ran us through a few key moves, getting me to block Sam’s attacks and try to escape him grabbing me. I felt clumsy and weak, and was panting and aching by the end of it. I was dispirited, clearly there was so much I just wasn’t cut out for in the life of a hunter.

“Hey,” Sam said to me, noticing my mood. “You're doing great. It's only early days. Dean and I have had a lifetime of this, you haven't even had a week.” I smiled weakly at him.

“It’s uh, it's also not too late to change your mind,” he said hesitantly. “We won't judge you if you want to pull out, we can take you back to your home town and your old school.”

“No!” I snapped.

“Ok, but just remember that the offer’s there.” We walked the rest of the way back to Bobby's kitchen in silence.

Back in the main house kitchen, Bobby approached me. “I found a local teen girls self-defence class,” he said. “Might be a good way to build up some skills, and make some friends your own age.”

“Oh, umm, ok,” I said, surprised he'd been looking. “Thanks.”

“You can't have an old geezer like me as the only person to talk to.”

 

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The next day the Winchesters left. And so my life shifted again.

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Childhood Crush

Summary; Dean Winchester x Fe!OC -> Dean and Zoey grew up together, they lived across from one another when they were children and their dad's hunted together. But when time begins to move on, and they begin to see each other over and over and over again, will something grow from what they once knew?

Warning; FLUFF, spn hunts, spn level violence, fade to smut, love, swearing, long fic etc.

Dean and Zoey had known each other since they were 2 years old. Of course, she had only been a baby at the time, but same difference.

They lived directly across the street, Dean's bedroom window looked directly across from Zoey's nursery. And, as they both grew up, every night Dean would get out of his bed once Mary and John had tucked him in. Dean would crawl off his bed and kneel on his window bench, open his curtains a little and wave. Zoey couldn't see him, but he did it anyway.

Except, when he was four and she was two...everything changed. John roped Michael - Zoey's dad - into helping him. Both of the men had a fansination with hunting.

The years that followed, Zoey would stay home with her mom until Mike deemed her old enough to come with them. But, even from a young age, she knew that there had to be something better than this. Something better than watching Dean raise Sam, better than watching both boys learn how to handle weapons rather than learn how to solve 5th grade math. Better than...this life. Hunting.

However, as much as she cared for the boys, there was something that always made her closer to Sam. They understood one another. They had their love for school and a normal life in common. Whereas, Zoey and Dean...well...they butted heads more than they got along.

It had started from a young age. How to clean weapons. Who was better in the Scooby-Gang. What life was better.

But there were two key moments both could remember where everything came to a head. The first was when she was 14 and he was 16.

John and Mike had gone out on another hunt and with Zoey's mom out of the country for a business meeting, it meant all three kids were staying at Bobby's.

"And Dean will be training you."

"Training me? Why does he have to train me? I don't need training."

"Yes, you do. And Dean's the best."

Meanwhile, John was giving the same talk to Dean. But rather than talking back, all Dean said was, "Yes, Sir."

But once they finally left, Dean would come to regret underestermating her and everything that he'd known about her.

Bobby watched from the kitchen window, fixing up some grub for them to eat for the night. Sam was sat in the living room with his english homework writing up an essay to do Gullivers Travels.

Every now and again, he looked up to see Dean and Zoey talking. Well, more like...arguing calmly. But after twenty minutes, Bobby cursed loudly, dropped the plate into the kitchen sink and ran outside.

Zoey had been sparring with Dean when all of a sudden, Dean got into a readied stance and Zoey shocked him by running up the side of a car, jumping over his shoulders and within a few moments found himself on the ground with Zoey stood above him, his arm twisted and her foot on his chest.

"Boy, are you okay?" Bobby asked as Zoey eventually let him go. She had to walk away, her rage still rattling her. Bobby helped Dean up from the ground who was just as shocked, if not more, than Bobby.

"What the hell was that?" Bobby asked, turning to look at her.

"That was sparring."

"No, that was nearly killing Dean!"

Zoey looked from Bobby to Dean, making a point of repeating his words back to him. "What? I thought he could handle my 'girly' fighting. Besides, isn't what this is meant to be? Us learning how to defend ourselves against those things out there? Because apparently school work isn't as important."

There was a hammered silence between the three of them. Zoey looked down with her hand on her hips, taking in deep breaths before she finally looked up. "I'm gonna go help Sam with his homework."

Once she was out of ear shot and inside the house, Bobby looked back to Dean and checked him over. He had a small cut on his forehead from where she'd cut him or where he'd fell and cut himself. Zoey had done everything so fast, Dean just really dropped to the floor without any warning.

"I've got a kit upstairs. You know where it is. Go and clean it. Did you know she had that in her?"

Dean just shook his head but soon regretted it because only now did he realise the ammount of pressure that was inside his head.

"No. I didn't even know she could punch as hard as she did."

"She punched you?" Bobby hadn't seen that part.

Dean had to let out a chuckle. If he didn't, he wondered if he might actually cry. "Yeah, earlier. I told her to take a swing at me."

"Did you try and stop it?"

Dean just shrugged at Bobby's question. But he wasn't asking it out of worry, he was asking it because he didn't think Dean was that dumb.

"What? I've never seen her punch anything before. I didn't know she knew how to fight! You didn't!"

"Alright, get inside. Grub's almost done." And as Dean walked away, all Bobby could do was remove his cap, fix his hair before replacing the cap on his head, shake his head and mumble. "Kids."

The second time everything came to a head and when Dean and Zoey came very close to killing one another was when he was 17 and she was only 15.

Zoey had voulenteered to go with Mike and John on the hunting trip. She was done with her mid-terms and Sam had been begging her to go and, if she didn't feel anything else towards his older brother, she would have wanted to go just to see him.

Zoey sometimes wondered if she did harbour a crush on Dean Winchester but then he'd do something that would make her want to kill him, or punch him, or...she didn't know. Embarrass him in front of the girls at school so maybe he'd actually listen to her.

Dean had a habit of that. Not listening to her.

One day, Mike and John had decided to take the kids into the woods to 'train' them again. It was fucked up to Zoey, and secretly to Dean. Dean was okay with doing it himself, but John making Sam do it? Mike roping Zoey into it? No. Absolutley Not.

They'd set up different traps and senarios for them to go around to make sure they could defend themselves in the best way possible.

They were soldiers getting ready for battle.

Zoey and Dean found themselves together on a team. Mike on his own and Sam and John together. It was the first time Dean had actually seen a smile on Sam and John's face in a long time. And they were smiling together. That made Dean feel happier than ever.

But, as they got around, Zoey and Dean found themselves cornered. Or lost. They didn't really know.

"We're lost." Zoey called out to Dean as she looked around but he just shushed her.

"What? It's not like they can hear us. This is probably apart of it. Get lost in the woods and find your way out and back home safely."

Dean shushed her again. Zoey just rolled her eyes.

"I can see you doing that."

"You're not even looking at me."

"But I can feel you doing it."

"That's not the same as seeing it. To actually see it, you have to be looking at me when I do it, Smart-Ass. And you weren't doing either."

"Would you just shut up for a second? Wait! What was that?" A branch broke.

Dean moved a step more.

Another one broke.

"I think they're out here."

Zoey stood back and watched him, "Seriously?" she asked herself and rolled her eyes again before calling out; "That you, you idiot!"

Dean looked down and behind him. "Oh."

Zoey now marched towards him. "Yeah, 'oh'. Come on, the motel's back this way."

"No it's not." Dean argued. "We came from the south."

"No, we came from the west."

"We came from the south. That's south." Dean said, pointing it its direction.

They were face to face with one another now, Dean towering over her slightly.

"No. That's East. That's South. And that's West. We came from the west." Zoey corrected him.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." Zoey replied copying his tone. "You want me to make you a compass so you can see?"

Dean stared at her for a few moments before heading off in his direction.

"Where the hell are you going?!"

"Back to the motel!"

"You're going the wrong way! And they said not to split up!"

"You're welcome to join me!" Dean called back out, not looking back.

Zoey remained quiet for a second watching him walk away. He was going the wrong way and usually she would have left him but Sam would kill her if she did. So, with a loud groan, she followed him.

Dean heard her as she hurried to catch up, smirking to himself.

"You can wipe that stupid smirk off your face, while your at it."

"To see it, you have to actually be looking at me!" Dean called to her.

"Don't quote me to me. And, actually, I can see it. Every time you do that smirk of yours, it somehow makes its way into your walk."

Dean dropped the smirk and grumbled under his breath; "Smart-Ass."

"I heard that!"

It was a few months after that when all hell broke loose.

Dean was sat at the motel room table cleaning their weapons whilst herself and Sam were sat on one of the beds and she was helping him with his math homework.

"But how?!" was mostly Sam's reaction when it came to the answers. So she would go back and explain it again, and again, and again until he finally understood it.

Meanwhile, John and Mike were discussing the next case before John got annoyed and raised his voice turning to his son and Zoey.

"You don't even need that! What you need to be doing is research!"

Zoey, before realising she'd even spoken, spoke out in a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, because that's true."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"What's that meant to mean?" John asked her.

Zoey looked between John, Dean, her father and then Sam before back to John. She'd been harbouring these words for a long time. Maybe it was about time someone told him what for.

"Okay." Zoey sat up, placing her pen down and her feet on the floor. "I don't believe your research, the stuff you want Sam to do, is what he should be doing."

"And why not?"

"Because he deserves a life outside of all of this!" Zoey said with a small scoff.

"Listen here, Lady-"

No time like the present.

Zoey quickly stood up before John could finish. "No. You listen. You drag these boys around the whole fucking country their whole lives. No stability. No hope. Just plain, brutal killing. That's it. No family. No care. No love. No Life! You expect them to know everything before they've already done it and you expect the best!"

"As I should-"

"You expect them to be the best Hunters. Not students. Not kids. Not men. Hunters. Soldiers. Soldiers for your own sick and twisted crusade of finding the thing that killed your wife!"

John now stood. "Don't you dare-"

"Talk about Mary?" Zoey asked. "Why? Why should I? We all knew her didn't we? She's their mother! She was your wife! She was his best-friend. She was my mom's best-friend. Why shouldn't we talk about her? She's what this is all about, isn't she? She's why you do this, isn't it? Why you drag Sam and Dean from school to school, from hunt to hunt, with not a care whether you live or die. Whether they live or die! Because if you pulled your head out of your ass-"

"Zoey!" Mike scolded. But there was no stopping her.

"Because if you pulled your head out of your ass for just two fucking seconds, you'd realise that this isn't what Mary would have wanted for her boys! Right now! Right now Dean should be thinking about college or work-"

"He is working!"

"He's cleaning weapons! Guns! Something he's been doing since he was 7 years old. And that's only if he's not raising Sam because you can't be bothered to even look at your son's as son's rather that soldiers!"

Dean now stood up, annoyed, angry and frustrated. But at who? He didn't really know.

"Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm not here! And who said I even wanted to go to college?"

Zoey now looked at him, directly. "Yeah, but should at least get the choice."

After a quick second of silence that felt like it lasted a life time, she looked back to John and Mike.

"You both sit there, day in, day out, solving other people's issues because you can't fix your own. Right now, Sam should be in a bedroom, with a desk, worrying over his math homework there. Not in here being surrounded by crime scene photos that have been illegally obtained. I understand you think that there is a point to this, that you think that by putting yourself in danger that you're protecting others but did you ever think, just for two seconds, about the people you should be protecting? About who should come first in your life?" Zoey was now moving around the room, unable to remain still. She was too angry. Too enraged.

"You have a family." Zoey told John before looking to her own father. "You both do."

That hit home.

"What you should be doing is protecting your children, your families. You should be thinking that you have someone to come home to and if something happen to you, that there are people who would be lost without you. And I'm sorry, but none of this should be happening! God, you say that you're doing this to avenge your wife but in fact it's nothing more than an excuse to take your anger out on your children for being the ones that lived. Taking your anger out on other people because they weren't hurt. I'm sorry John, but Mary wouldn't want this! And you finding this Demon won't bring her back! She'd dead, John and maybe it's about time you accepted that!"

However, just as Zoey finished, she found herself in Dean's hands as he dragged her back and was about to pin her to the wall only, a roar ripped out from John and Mike and, sort of, Sam since Zoey wasn't about to be the one on the wall.

Instead, Zoey was dragged back but quickly flipped the control and Dean, shockingly, found himself as the one trapped.

Both were breathing heavily and deeply. Zoey's voice became calmer as she looked Dean in the eyes. His body language said he was angry. He was ridged. Stern. But his eyes. Zoey could see the truth.

He was hurting. He was breaking.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. No kid should ever have to go through what you and Sam did. But this isn't right. You and I both know it." The pair kept their gazes on one another and she felt Dean's body under her arms relax a little, so she did the same in return.

"Mary's death was an accident. Or maybe it was fate. But it couldn't be prevented. And I know that's what you think this is. Hunting: Preventing other accidents. But the truth is, when time is up, it's up. You can't stop it. You can't slow it down. It hurts but you can't just alter the world with a click of your fingers or a shot of your gun. Sometimes things happen and we have no power or control over it and letting others try and beat it out of us to say that you can...it won't work. It doesn't work." Slowly, Zoey let Dean go and stepped back.

The entire room was silent. No-one moved. No-one said a word. Not even John.

After holding Dean's gaze and seeing the truth in his eyes, Zoey turned to look at her father.

"You finish this hunt and finish all together and come home, or you don't come home at all." Zoey told him, her gaze locked on his eyes. There wasn't a raise in her voice. She was steady. Ready. She'd accepted what she had to do and it was his choice, but either way she was ready. Zoey was ready to either hold on to him or let go. It was his choice.

"I've see the fear in mom's eyes every time the phone rings. I'm not going to be apart of that fear. I'm going home. I'll either see you there or we say goodbye now and I tell mom that your not coming home. That way, she can move on and not live in fear anymore." Zoey explained. "You took vows to protect her and any children you'd have together. Are you going to break them?"

There was that silence again.

"Okay, then."

Zoey moved over towards the bed and pulled her bag out from under the bed, packed the last of her books into the bag, grabbed her jacket and swung the bag strap over her shoulder.

Zoey made it to the door, opening it up when Sam stood up. "Wait!"

Zoey looked back and was greeted with Sam's body colliding into hers, hugging her tightly. She smiled, kinda sadly, and hugged him back just as tight.

"Please don't go." Sam whispered.

"I'll be seeing you." Zoey smiled at him. The only people close enought to see her eyes were Sam and Dean.

Dean didn't move from his spot but they made eye contact as Sam stood back from the door to let her go. Zoey gave a sad smile towards Dean and a small nod before it dropped as she looked to John and Mike.

And without another look, she grabbed hold of the door handle and closed the motel door behind her. She caught a Greyhound 40 minutes later and was on her way home.

After a week, Mike decided to go home. Hunting wasn't worth loosing his wife and daughter. Zoey had made her point and she wouldn't have to make it again, ever.

John understood but cursed him out all the same. That night Mike drive home and arrived back at 7 in the morning the next day. Zoey looked at him and after a few nervous seconds on his end, she rushed to him and hugged him.

Over the years, Sam and Zoey kept in touch but with John always being by Dean's side and making a point that they should never talk to them again, Sam never told anyone.

Zoey passed her exams and headed off to college, eventually graduating as a certified Vet.

But, even by the time Sam left Dean and John to go to college, he didn't see Zoey.

Yet, Dean did.

It was about a year into Sam being at college and Dean was on his own hunt. A couple of spirits possessing a few bodies around down.

Only, with the spirits he'd miscounted, he had a job on his hands.

It was the dead of night when Dean finally broke into the family funeral-home thing and after about an hour, the attacks started coming but just as he finally, maybe, found the thing that was tying them to the world since their bodies had be cremated, a spirit come to attack him and just as they were about to throw a marble slab into his face, a match was struck and the spirts all appeared and bust into flames.

Behind the real flames, Dean saw a face he recognised. It was a little older but still held the same beauty and anger as he'd know before.

"That's the last time I save your ass, Winchester."

Zoey said no more and walked outside. Dean was quick to scramble to his feet and follow after her.

"What- Why are you here?"

"I live here."

"In...Applewood Cemetary?"

Zoey looked back to him with her eyebrow raised and rolled her eyes. "In town, idiot."

"Did you follow me here?"

"I did. Spotted you coming out of the computer room in the library. Gathered you were looking into the deaths."

"You knew there was a case here?" Dean asked. "Did you even think about checking it out?"

"I have a day job, Dean." Zoey sighed. "That I also do night-shifts on. I have others to look after, Dean."

"Not once-"

Zoey zipped around to look at him. "You could just say 'Thank you' and we can part way again."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because I'd rather not be accused of murder. Also, Sam would kill me if I let you die." Zoey pulled out her car keys and unlocked her car.

"You still speak to Sam?"

"Yeah. Heard about how it went down. Sorry." Zoey said before getting into her car. "But, you should call him. He misses you."

"He could always call me, too."

Zoey rolled her eyes and got into her car, rolling down the window before starting the engine. "You're both too stubborn for your own good. Call Sam! It will be good for both of you!" Zoey called out to him before pulling out of the cemetary and heading home.

Dean stayed in town an extra night, watching as people came in and out of the Vet practice across the street. They looked happy. Zoey...Zoey looked happy.

Dean looked to his phone again, Sams contact bright on the screen. Maybe he should listen to her for once. She had always been complaining that he never listen to her when she should.

But as he went to call Sam, his phone screen flashed.

Dad.

Maybe listening to Zoey for once would have to wait.

And he did. For another few years.

The world had almost ended 50 times over by the time Dean saw Zoey again. They'd gone from moving around motels to finally finding the Bunker.

It had been pretty quiet recently, going back to their Moster-of-The-Week hunts. And they had to admit...they'd missed it.

But it was one Tuesday morning when Dean was going filling up Baby's engine and spotted someone from the corner of his eye.

He had just been looking around, wondering if anyone was watching him. He couldn't be too careful. That was when he saw a woman. She was a few years older now, but still as beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail whilst she wore green scrubs and running trainers on her feet.

She had rushed into the gas n' sip, smiling at the person who held the door open for her. "Thank you."

Dean watched as she rushed inside and grabbed a sandwhich from the back fridges, a couple bags of chips and finally a drink before paying at the counter, running back across the street where she narrowly avoided being run over -- so many times she'd stopped Sam, and Dean, from doing the same thing when they were younger. Dean watched then as she ran inside a clinc style building.

She had a practice in Witchita? 20 minutes from the bunker?

Moments later, Dean pulled up outside the Bunker and rushed inside.

"You'll never guess who I've just seen." Dean began, seeing Sam sat in the Map Room on his laptop.

"Amy Adams?"

Dean placed the plastic gas n' sip bag on the table, unloading the food. "Zoey."

Sam looked up. "Zoey? Wait- Zoey-Zoey? Our Zoey?"

Dean nodded. "She's working at a practice in Witchita."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded again. "The lady at the counter said she came into town a few weeks ago."

"Do you know where she's staying?"

"No. My guess is in the motel down the street."

"Should we...I don't know...check in on her? I mean, we haven't seen her since...since I was, what? 18?"

Dean had never told Sam that he'd seen Zoey after he was 17 and when she saved his life. Now, he didn't know why. It just never really came up.

"I mean...we could try? But I doubt she'd want to see us again."

"Why?"

"Do you seriously not remember how it ended?" Dean questioned his brother. "She was tearing a new one into dad and then she nearly beat my ass to the ground again before she left. She looks happy, Sam."

"I say we go and see how she's doing."

"I can tell you how she's doing. She's happy."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, come on. It's not like we're dragging her back into the game or asking for her help. We want to see her."

"We do?"

"I do." Sam said. "Do you?"

Dean didn't answer right away. Did he want to see her? He hadn't thought about for in a long time and then today he saw her and...

"Fine."

And with that, they were driving around town looking for her motel. Sam went into the practice just before it shut, asking for Zoey but the girl at the reception desk said they'd just missed her but she would be back in the morning.

But, eventually, they found her motel.

"There's got to be reason she's here." Dean whispered under his breath.

"There is." Sam smiled, looking up from the laptop on his lap. "She's got her own practice here, man."

"But don't you find it...I don't know...freaky. We don't see her for years and then suddenly, she'd in the exact same town we are, no more than a 20 minute walk from the Bunker?"

Sam just smiled. "No, Dean. I don't find it freaky. It's just a fluke. Look."

Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see. "She's a renound vet. All her clients love her and so do their owners. She's got her own practice in five different states. This one is her new one. Maybe it's just fate."

"Do you not remember the last time we dealed with fate? She tried to kill us!"

"Fate tried to kill you?"

Dean, slightly embarrassingly, let out a small scream as he heard a voice from behind him. Both of the brothers had jumped and turned around to find Zoey, leaning down and looking into the car.

"Zoey." Sam said with a smile of relief.

"Hi, Sam." She smiled back before looking at Dean. "Fate tried to kill you?"

"Yes." Dean answered. "But an Angel saved us." Dean answered honestly and quickly before he looked around Zoey and found that she and they were the only ones in the parking lot. "Wait. How long have you been watching us?"

Zoey looked to her watch, estimating. "About half an hour. I was in the diner across the street when I heard your car. I've got grub if you want some. I'll be inside."

Without another word, Zoey stood up and walking into her motel room, leaving the door open for the brothers. Only, they were a little slow catching on.

So, standing in the open door way, Zoey held up a bag of food. "It's getting cold! You can either sit out their and freeze your asses off or you can come in! It's your choice!"

"Alright, alright. We're coming."

By the time they made it inside, Dean shutting the door behind them, Sam and Zoey were already hugging.

"God, you're so tall."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled awkwardly. "I kinda shot up after you left."

"I think that's an understatement." Zoey joked. "Food's on the table. I got your usual order. Chicken burger and a side salad. Got your's too, Dean." Zoey held it up. "Double bacon cheeseburger, extra onions."

"You remembered our orders?" Sam asked.

"Figured you'd both be hungry."

"How've you been?" Dean asked.

"I've been good. I heard about your dad...I'm sorry."

Dean nodded but Sam answered for him. "Thanks."

"I heard through the grape vine that you boys nearly ended the world and then fixed it again so...thank you for that." Zoey was unpacking some of her groceries into the mini fridge.

"You're welcome." Sam said just before Dean asked; "How'd you find out about that?"

As Zoey finished cleaning up the side, she turned around with a sigh and folded up the dish towel.

"After dad came back...it wasn't long until he went back out again. Just a couple of investigations here and there but he went back to it. I yelled at him. Mom yelled at him. He yelled at us. Mom kicked him out. I saw him at my graduation and he said he wanted to see me. He missed having his family. I told him it was too late. Over the years, a couple things came up and other hunters came to deal with them. Then, I got a call. Windigo attack. DOA. So, they brought him home. He had a Hunter's funeral. Bobby called me. He gave his condolances, I asked about you two. He said that you two sons-of-bitches were being a pain in his ass."

Dean chuckled. "That was Bobby for you."

Zoey smiled. "He updated me on everything and would call to check in with me once in a while."

"He never told us that."

Zoey nodded. "But he told be all about you two. Also, do you two ever stop to live?!"

Oh, boy.

"I understand him not listening to me," Zoey began pointing to Dean. "But you, Sam? Seriously?"

"Okay, okay. You may have a point."

"Oh, I have a million of them."

"But we're alive right now. Look. See."

The conversation soon turned to something else. Zoey told them all about her practice and could see Dean was still weary about the fact that she suddenly turned up in the same town as them.

They told her about everything else. About Lucifer and Michael. About meeting their Grandfather and how they're legacies. The whole story.

"Why are you living here anyway?" Dean asked, looking around. "If I remember correctly, you use to say we all needed a proper home."

Zoey nodded. "I've been looking but none of the houses are right for me. Even apartments. I went to look at one last week, the plumming was done so the toilet was in the middle of the master bedroom and that the electrics in the living room switch the oven on in the kitchen. Another, I'd be living in between a crazy cat lady and a guy who hangs outside his neighbours door, upside down. And don't even get me started on the upstairs neighbour."

"What if you lived with us?" Sam asked before looking to Dean. "I mean, you wouldn't have to pay. The place runs on magic as it is. It's warm and you wouldn't even have to have neighbours if you didn't want. There's like 50 rooms. An entire library, and we're usually away hunting. And it's warded so no-one can get in. You'd be safe. At least until you find a place you like?"

Zoey was surprised. She looked to Dean who seemed to agree with Sam. Why not? The Bunker was nice place, she'd be safe, she was just down the road from her practice and she wouldn't be living in a motel for the next year and a half.

It took some convincing but eventually Zoey agreed. It would just be like old times. Except, with less of the training and less of the whole out-of-fashion-even-for-the-70s vibe.

In the months that followed, everything ran pretty smoothly. Sam and Dean still continued on as they did, except when they came back from a hunt they actually had someone who knew how to do stitches and avoid infection.

Sometimes, like usual, Zoey would scold the both of them for getting hurt or not listening to her. She knew the lives they led meant that the chances of getting hurt were slim to non, but they could at least try.

Zoey walked to work every day and if she got back before the boys, she'd cook or if they were back before her, they would, well...Dean would.

Sam typically cooked breakfast since he was up at the crack of dawn.

But, as the months passed, it wasn't long before Zoey met Charlie.

Charlie had called. She had a week off work and she was due a major binge of tv, snacks and catch up with her two favourite hunters.

But, the boys had sort of forgot to mention that they had Zoey staying with them. And Dean couldn't have regretted it more. It would have at least avoided Zoey finding out about the Supernatural Books.

It was around 3 o'clock that Charlie got in, and after a long catch up on when she had been doing and what the boys had been hunting, they all turned as they heard the Bunker door open and saw Zoey walking down in her green scrubs and coat with her hair, once again, tied back in a messy pony tail.

"Oh, my god."

"Uh...Charlie. This is..Zoey. Zoey. This is Charlie."

Zoey smiled. "Hi."

But Charlie smiled back, although more star-struck than ever. "Oh my god. Zoey? This is Zoey?" Charlie looked to Dean who was a little confused. "This is the Zoey that beat you in training? The one you had, like, a major crush on?"

"What?" Zoey asked, looking slightly worried, flicking her eyes between the red head and Dean.

Dean flushed bright red as he walked backwards. "What? No. No. No, no. She- Huh - She's uh...She's just kidding. I - I'm gonna go and check on Sam."

"He's not cooking is he?" Zoey asked.

"What? Oh, no. We've ordered pizza."

"Oh, thank god."

By the time Dean slipped away and towards the kitchen, Zoey hung up her coat before turning to Charlie.

"It's nice to meet you. Sam told me your guys met on a hunt? Before Dean ended up in Purgatory?"

"Oh, yeah. I was working for Dick Roman at the time. Well, a Livaithan, but I thought it was Dick Roman and..." Charlie trailed off in the conversation and by the time Sam and Dean came back in from the kitchen with pizza boxes and beers, both of them stopped in their tracks.

"You guys have books written about you?" Zoey took a beer from Dean.

"What?"

"The Supernatural Books?"

"Charlie." Dean scolded.

"What?" Charlie asked, innocently. "I thought she already knew about them."

"Can I find this books?"

"They're on-"

"No. Absolutley not." Dean warned to Zoey but she just laughed and smiled back.

"No what?"

"You are not reading those books."

"And why not?" Zoey asked.

"Because it's...weird. They're weird. Look, just...promise me you won't read them."

Zoey could see a look in Dean's face that intruiged her. There was something, or maybe many things in those books that they both wanted to hide. But...she nodded.

"Fine. I won't read them."

"It's okay, I have! I can tell you everything."

Dean took hold of the back of Charlie's chair and pushed her down the hall away from Zoey.

"I'll take it that I'm not allowed to either, then!" Charlie called out from down the hall before eventually rolling herself back.

Charlie left a few days later and they all went back to how they were before. Only, there came a time when they'd needed Zoey's help.

They'd been on a hunt about an hour away from the bunker. Nothing was adding up until eventually it did.

There was a werewolf pack experimenting. On humans, babies, animals. Turning them all. Sam and Dean had called Zoey on as much information as they could get about putting animals to sleep, just for a while - like they'd do in surgery.

"Dean, I swear, if you're about to do something stupid-"

"You know me. I'm careful."

"No, you are not. Look, do you need my help? Because I can-"

"No. Zoey. I didn't call you to bring you back in."

But she went back in anyway.

Sam and Dean had found the back, gathered together for a meeting in a barn just south of town. They all fought, they all either got hurt or were the ones hurting and just as one of the wolves sent off two shots of Dean's gun, by the time the third one was done, Dean found that it hadn't hit him but he had been hit by something.

Sam came behind the final wolf, killing him dead when the two brothers turned and found Zoey lay beside Dean.

"Ow."

Dean didn't have time to think as he turned to help her get into a more confortable position and called out for Sam to get the first aid kit.

Zoey had put one in their car just a few days after she moved into the Bunker. Dean had found it on their next hunt and it made him smile.

"What ever happened to 'that's the last time I save your ass, Winchester.'" Dean was worried as he looked for the wound in semi-darkness.

Zoey felt okay. It hurt but she would be okay.

"Well, this is definitely the last time." Zoey half-joked.

She could feel Dean beside her, looking for a wound when she took his hand and placed it to where it was bleeding.

It hadn't hit anything too serious. And the bullet wasn't that deep. She was lucky. They both were.

"Can you stand?" Dean asked after a sigh of relief.

"I think."

Dean carefully helped her up to her feet. "Here, put your weight against me."

Dean got her outside to her car and sat her on the rim of Baby's trunk. "Can I?"

Zoey nodded. "Sam, can you drive my car back?"

"Sure."

Zoey gave him the keys before Dean gave his brother a reassured look. "We're okay here. Go on ahead."

Sam nodded and headed off, driving Zoey's car back to the Bunker.

"I thought I told you to stay home."

"And I thought I told you to be careful. You almost got yourself killed, Dean! I wasn't just going to stay at home and wait for Sam to tell me he's sold his soul this time."

Dean cleaned out her wound and patched it up as best as he could. "I need to clean this place out before we leave."

"I'll help you-"

"No, you will sit there and not go dying on me. I'll be back soon."

A few hours later, Dean was finished and they were back at the Bunker. They all got a good nights sleep, waking up mid-day. Thankfully, it was a Sunday and the practice was shut for the day so Zoey could sleep in without a worry.

As the day passed, Zoey cleaned her wound and patched it up but was struggling to get the bandage to stay since every time she twisted, it only hurt her more - what with the bullet having hit her side.

"Zo? Zoey?"

"In here!" Zoey called out from her bathroom.

Dean walked in further until he found her. "Sam finished the ironing so I brought your clothes- What are you trying to do?"

"This...it won't stay. Everytime I twist it just-"

Dean placed her clothes down on the bed and moved over to her. "Come here. Stand still."

Zoey stood infront of the mirror and watched as Dean pulled the bandage gently around her waist and back and forth until it was secure.

Only now did she realise she was stood in her joggers and a sports bra. It was the only was she could see the wound without her t-shirt getting in the way.

Dean tied it securely around her middle before standing back up straight and meeting her gaze in the mirror.

"Done."

Zoey smiled. "Thanks."

Only, as Dean smiled back, he looked down realising his hands were still on her shoulders and arms. But, a second later, that was when he saw something.

A scar.

Old, but still there.

Zoey seemed to notice as his gaze changed from whatever that moment was to seeing her scar. Swiftly, she moved around and smiled. "Thanks."

Zoey quickly zipped from his side and out to her room to grab a freshly warmed t-shirt.

Everything in Dean wanted to know where and how that had happened. How had she been hurt? When had she been hurt? Was if a pet with anxiety or was it something else? Was it a hunt?

But he could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. Or she would have mentioned something by now.

She kept her back to him as she put her t-shirt on. "Thanks for bringing my clothes."

"You're welcome. I- I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see you later."

Dean left after a short moment and once he did, the door closing behind him, Zoey sat on her bed.

Before he spotted her scar, there had been this feeling in her stomach. Usually, she wouldn't have cared about what she was wearing. Clearly Dean didn't. He didn't even notice. But she did. And when he looked at her in the mirror...his face when he saw the scar.

That scar played on Dean's mind for two months. He wondered if she'd ever tell him. Maybe it was nothing? Maybe it was just a pet she had been looking after? But her reaction...how she tried to hide it...it couldn't just be nothing.

But, he finally got his answer after two months when himself and Zoey were staying in a motel together.

She was checking in on one of her other practices since the very first client of hers had another pet and only wished to see Zoey. A puppy with a broken paw.

Dean decided to go with her since Sam was going to see Elieen for the weekend, so he would have just been on his own.

"Hey, how was it?" Dean asked as Zoey came in after almost 14 hours of being out of the room.

Zoey collapsed onto the bed. "All done. I have to go back in and check on him in the morning but he's sleeping for now. I need a shower but I don't want to get up."

Dean chuckled. "Well, there's chinese in the fridge if you want some."

Zoey was up at that. "Ooh."

She hadn't eaten since this morning.

Around 2 hours later, she had eaten and found the energy to have a shower before she finally came back out in her pjs. She hadn't put her jumper on yet since her hair was dripping wet.

Dean watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and towel dried her hair. And that was when he spotted it again. The scar.

"Dean."

"What? Sorry." Dean realised he'd been staring.

"You can ask, if you want to."

"I didn't know if you'd want to tell me."

Zoey moved her hair back and moved her shirt, showing him. She called him over and he sat beside her on the bed.

"How'd it happen?"

"About two years after I last saw you." Zoey answered. They were both so close to one another than it caused them both to speak just above a whisper. "There were a couple hunters in town. They had a spirit case. They called me and begged for my help. I got there and one of them was bleeding out. But, they hadn't burnt the body yet so the spirit was more pissed than ever. It threw me against a tree before I came crashing to the ground. Threw in a book of matches and then saved the guys life."

Dean traced a finger, gently across the scar, scared he'd hurt her. But she just smiled and whispered; "It doesn't hurt."

Dean chuckled softly. "Sorry."

The scar finished at the back of her neck and as Dean's finger stopped at the top, he looked to Zoey.

There was that look again.

It was the same look they had shared before he noticed the scar in the first place.

Their eyes searched one anothers for a small moment before they flicked to the lips and back up. Before either of them knew it, they were moving in closer and finally met in the middle.

Their lips met in a soft kiss. Gentle. New. Unfamiliar yet...like forever. Like they had done this forever. That it should be done forever.

They both pulled back, their foreheads pressed against the others, their eyes still shut.

Wow.

Eventually, they opened their eyes and found they were both smiling. And it wasn't long until they kissed again. Zoey's hand was placed gently against Dean's cheek whilst the hand that had play at the top of her neck moved around and held her in closer. They each smiled into the kiss.

This is what they had been waiting for.

The passion behind the kiss, they could feel growing. Dean pulled her flush against his chest before they found their bodies moving for them.

Slowly, Zoey found herself on her back, Dean crawling to be over her body before he was above her.

They both pulled back in need of breath.

Just simply looking at her was enough to make her blush. Dean moved a strand of her hair from her face and behind her ear before he let his hand rest of her cheek. Even in partial darkness, he could see her loving blush. But that wouldn't have mattered because he could feel her smile and blush through his palm.

Slowly, he moved back down. Looking from her eyes to her lips and back again for confirmation, she nodded before Dean kissed her again.

Zoey hands pulled him in closer by his face, feeling the kiss deepen, and deepen and deepen.

It wouldn't be until the next day that either of them would talk about it, but even when they did, they already knew the answer.

Zoey's alarm went off at 6 and Dean groaned.

"Sorry."

She quickly shut it off and lay back down, Dean moving himself to hold her closer against him. He was like a human heater for her as he did so and she didn't want to leave.

"Wait." Dean grumbled when she tried to move.

But, as much as she wanted to stay by his side, she had a puppy to check on.

So, she used her initiative to make sure she could get out of bed. Even if what she was about to do would make her want to stay.

She leaned up and pulled Dean closer kissing him, his arms around her becoming more secure as she made sure he stayed down until finally, she kissed him a final time and rushed off the bed.

"Hey,"

Zoey just laughed and rushed into the bathroom. "You're welcome to join me!"

A while later, they both left the bathroom, this time Dean wrapped with a towel around his waist and Zoey in some fresh scrubs.

"Wait."

Dean pulled her back in before she left, and kissed her. "Be careful."

"I thought I was meant to be saying that to you." She smiled.

Zoey kissed him again but slowly backed out of his arms and rushed to the door. "I'll be back soon."

It got to around mid-day when Dean strolled into her practice. No-one was in since the place was shut for the day so, he called out and heard Zoey call back.

"Back here!"

Dean came through carrying a couple of sandwiches and coffee. "Thought you could use a break."

"Ah," Zoey smiled, closing the cage of the kitten she had been checking over. "You are a life saver. Both literally and metaphorically."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you, you know, since you took a bullet for me?"

"I don't mind hearing it."

But Dean kissed her instead. The kisses peppered a little and she smiled. "Even better."

"Coffee."

"Thank you."

"So, Sam called. He said he and Eileen are gonna be staying at the cabin for a few more days so I was thinking maybe, before we go back to the Bunker I take you somewhere." Dean smiled.

Zoey looked at him as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Oh, god. You're not about to kill me, are you?"

Dean chuckled, "No. Just...once you've finished up here meet me back at the motel."

Zoey smiled and leaned over to kiss him. She placed down her coffee and wrapped her arms around Dean, him doing the same with her with his hands on her hips.

The pair shared a kiss that only deepened. Both Zoey and Dean smiled into the kiss before they let go, but they still held onto one another, smiling.

They'd both waited a life time for this.

Eventually, Zoey shut the practice for the night and met Dean outside the motel. He'd picked up food for both of them and had already packed the car up.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep." Zoey smiled before Dean pulled her in for another kiss, not that she minded.

Dean drove the few hours towards their home town. As much as Dean wanted to avoid this place years ago, he'd found a happy memory to focus on now.

Eventually, he pulled into a small field and turned to his side. Zoey was fast asleep in the passenger seat, her head against the bench.

He watched her for a moment. She looked so peaceful. He felt peaceful. Right now, there was no worry. There was no hunt or moster of the week. It was just them and no-one else. Nothing else. Just them and a billion stars in the sky.

Gently, he shook her awake.

Zoey fluttered her eyes open and looked around, a little confused.

"You are going to kill me."

Dean just smiled. "Come with me."

"Okay, but if you kill me? Sam will kill you. And so will all my clients."

"Just come on."

Streching, Zoey got out of the car and followed Dean from where he grabbed the blanket from the trunk and lay it down on the ground a little further away.

However, as she looked around Zoey realised where they were.

"We're in Lawrence?"

Dean nodded.

Zoey joined him on the ground and lay her head on his chest as he covered them both with another blanket.

They lay there in silence for a while, looking above and watching the stars.

"When I was a kid, I'd get out of bed every night to wave at you from my window." Dean admitted as they lay there.

He hadn't hought about it in years until last night.

Zoey moved herself so she lay her head on top of her hands that lay on his chest, so she could look at him.

"Mom would tuck me into bed and the moment I heard her door close, I'd bound out of bed and sit under my window and wave to you. Every night."

Dean now looked to her. Zoey could tell every word he'd just said was the complete truth.

"I knew you couldn't see me but I waved anyway."

Zoey smiled and leaved over to kiss him. It felt different than the others. More...intimate. More...thankful. After all this time, she might never have grown up across from him. They might never have met. They might never have fought or loved. They might never have had this life together.

"Thank you for telling me that." Zoey said, her voice quiet.

"You were my first crush. I was so embarrassingly in love with you."

"I thought I was a pain-in-the-ass?"

"Oh, you were that, too." Dean teased. "But you were still you. You could beat my ass to the ground within three moves. Better than any damn hunter I know. And you were right, that night, about what you said before you left. We shouldn't have gone through that as kids, but...for some reason, part of me is glad we did, because I got to be with you. And Sam. After all of it...you and Sam made it worth it."

Zoey could only smile.

Even when she was younger, as much as Dean never listened to a word she said and always did the opposite of what he probably should have done...he was here. With her. And, once she took away all the moments of him being her very own pain-in-the-ass, maybe he was her childhood crush too.

But they were both more than that, now.

They were grown adults. They were living their lives, and sometimes it would be more dangerous than the typical life, but they couldn't focus on that right now. They didn't need to focus on that right now.

All they needed was each other. And they couldn't have been more happier.

Zoey moved closer, the kiss starting out soft and slow before she whispered against his lips. "I love you, Dean."

He pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I love you, too."

They both smiled lightly before moving in closer and sharing a kiss. Zoey's hands came to his face. She could feel the stubbled beneath her hands. Dean's own hands pushed through from her cheek to the back of her head, through her hair. His other hand was against her hip as she moved upwards and straddled his hips.

A moan came from the back of Dean's throat as she did so. Zoey pulled him closer and he soon found himself sitting up, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

All they needed was one another. And they would have, for the rest of their lives.

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[hahahahahangst]

S(a)mbody that I used to know (Be The Young 17)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

A/N: I am not 100% about this one... But I say “fuck we ball it”. Also no I cannot leave Emily alone for 10 whole seconds. Deal with it hehe

S(a)mbody that I used to know

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end Always the end

They didn’t talk about Emily’s powers much after that. Dean was clearly scared of them, especially about how she opened the door without touching them, and kept denying any usability of them. “I can’t help it.” He said. “They make me shiver.”

Emily and Sam kept going along well, not a cloud crossing their sky, although Sam didn’t take very well Ava’s death. In one of the first cases they worked after Ava, Emily found him drunk in their room, rambling about how he couldn’t save one of the victims and couldn’t save Ava. He also had a couple of observations on her and Dean which were, as Dean had put it, interesting. 

“If you just sat down and talked about it, you’d find out you actually like each other! Do it, do it now. I’ll close my eyes so I don’t hear you.” He had said, alcohol clouding any little clarity Sam had ever had. With a giggle, Dean and Emily had helped Sam to bed. 

“Don’t even think about it.” She said to Dean, leaving the room. 

Then, one day, she was awakened by Dean’s nervous voice calling her name. 

“Emily, wake up!” He shook her one last time as she opened her eyes. She saw her back as he frantically filled his bag. “Hey! We have to go, come on.” 

“What’s happening?” She sat up and noticed that the other half of the bed she was sleeping in, where Sam was supposed to be, was empty. “Where’s Sam?” 

“Exactly. Where is him?” 

“I don’t- Wait, did he leave?” 

“To hell if I know. He doesn’t tell me anything these days, it’s all about you and how good it is to have a sibling who listens.” Dean was bitter. 

“What are you, jealous?” 

“Yeah, we don’t have time for you to give me a therapy session. Do you know where he is or not?”

“Of course not!” 

“Emily…?” 

“I don’t fucking know! Wait, let me call him.” She took her phone from the floor next to the bed and quickly dialed his number, which quickly went to voicemail. She looked at Dean, who had been standing in front of her bed, hands on his waist. Emily jumped out of bed and quickly got ready. As they crossed the street, Dean dialed another number on his phone, the fourth since she had woken up and waited for an answer. After briefly speaking with Ellen, he hung up again, but just as he was about to say something, Emily’s head started to burn. He kept walking, but she stopped and moaned, in pain. She stumbled towards the closest wall. 

“Emily! Is everything okay?” 

“No- give me a second.” 

“What’s-”

“I said give me a second!” She repeated, clutching her head with both hands, extraneous images forming in front of her. As she finally reached the wall and was able to lean on it, the images became clear, the pain not getting any milder. 

Sam was sitting on a bed, in a motel, somewhere. He was staring numbly at the wall, covered in blood. She tried to look up to tell Dean, but more details appeared. 

Motel, a blue building, Twin Lakes, Wisconsin. Room 109.

When she finally opened her eyes, chest bent on her knees, Dean was towering over her, worried. 

“I know where he is.” 

“Who, Sam?”

“Yes, Dean-ugh…“

“Okay, easy now, what did you see?”

“Sam, he- he’s in Wisconsin.”

“Wisconsin? What-” 

“I don’t know, okay? He’s in a motel in Twin Lakes and…“ She exhaled, hesitating. “I am not sure, but I think he was covered in blood.”

“His blood?” 

“I don’t know.” Emily stood back up. “Dean, I have a bad feeling about this.” 

“Okay, let’s go.” He started walking towards the car and in less than a minute they were on the road. “Emily, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. It’s just my head.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Just.. drive, would you?” She answered, nervous. Dean’s expression hardened but he, indeed, kept driving and didn't argue with her any longer. Having visions was extremely exhausting: Emily felt her whole body as tired as she would have been if she just spent the whole day running, yet she could not sleep because her head still hurt. 

Nervous, she kept shifting in her seat, Dean’s gaze falling on her every time she would. 

“Emily, he will be fine.”

“I know. I’m just worried.” 

“I know.” With those words, the car started going faster. 

They reached their destination and nervously started walking through the narrow hallways, trying to find the room Sam was staying at. They almost passed it, Dean stopping Emily from her jacket as she walked. He knocked. “Sam, it’s me!” Not receiving an answer, Dean intensified his knocking. Emily, disturbed by the noise, moved him away and just tried to open the door. When she opened it, Sam was sitting on the bed, in the same exact position she had seen him earlier. 

He turned to Emily and Dean, who had been standing in the door. “Oh, hey.” He said, empty voice. 

“Sam, what’s going on?” Emily walked into the room, Dean closely following, and crouched next to Sam, trying to understand if he was hurt. “Are you bleeding?” 

“No, no- I don’t think that’s mine.” Emily and Dean exchanged a quick glare, apprehension growing higher. 

“Sam, what’s going on?” Asked Dean.

Emily looked at Sam. Something was not right, it felt off. From his behavior, she was expecting to feel fear, maybe a little bit of panic, but all she could feel -and she was sure, it was coming from Sam- was anger. Lots. 

Keeping that weird piece of info to herself, she watched Dean leave to get some food. The second the door closed, she stood back up and sat on the bed, next to Sam. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked, stroking his back over his shirt. Sam nodded weakly. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Here-” Emily retrieved Sam’s bag from the corner where she had thrown it while entering the room and handed him a shirt. ”...You should probably take a shower and get changed.” 

While Sam was in the shower, Dean came back from his supply run. “How’s he doing?” 

“I don’t know, I-”

“What do you mean? What about your telepathy thingy?” The sound of the shower getting closed interrupted them. A minute later, Sam came out of the bathroom with clean clothes. 

“Did you find out anything?” He asked Dean, drying his hair with a towel. 

“You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora.” He explained. “Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.” 

Sam and Emily scowled at him. “Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?” Said Sam, nervously rubbing his head.

“I don't know. But you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with.”

“Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?”

“Sam, I am sure you did nothing wrong.” Said Emily. “This is not about what dad said.” 

“She’s right.” Said Dean. Sam and Emily looked at him, almost surprised. “I know, I didn’t think I would have ever said it, but- She’s right. Let’s not jump the gun, what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Just me and Emily, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and…“

“West Texas?” Intervened Emily. “It’s been- what, like one week?” 

“That’s the last thing. Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month.”

“Okay.” Said Dean, suddenly moving towards the window. “Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so…“ He pulled back the curtains, revealing a bloody handprint on the window.

Sam finished drying his hair and they left, trying to retrace Sam’s steps. “How did you guys know where I was anyway?” He asked as they walked back the same corridor Emily and Dean had just walked through. 

“I had a vision.” Said Emily, gazing out one of the hallway windows. It had started raining. As they arrived out the door, Sam looked around. 

“Recognize anything?” 

“Not really- wait.” He stopped, staring at the garages in the back of the motel. “Try to open that one.” He pointed to the second door. Dean started trying to pry it open, but Sam stopped him, pensively taking a key out of his pocket. Emily gave him a worried look, which turned into surprise when he took out a key from his pocket. 

After opening the door, Dean revealed an old car, most likely stolen. Sam, nervous, opened the door of the car, but suddenly froze. 

“What?” Asked Emily, also approaching the car. Inside, a she saw that the backseat was covered in blood. “Sam, what the hell have you done here?!” She picked up a bloodied knife. 

“You think I used this on someone?” Asked Sam. Emily and Dean exchanged another apprehensive look. 

“We're not thinking anything.” Said Dean. 

“Dude.” Added Emily. “This isn't even the most disturbing part.” She picked up a pack of cigarettes. “Really Sam? Menthols?” She took a disgusted sniff at the pack before throwing it back at the bottom of the vehicle. He grimaced, equally disgusted. 

“Here.” Said Dean, picking up something else from the bottom of the car. “Gas receipt. Few towns over.” 

After closing the garage door, they went to the Impala and drove to the gas station. 

Dean looked inside the store. “You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar', deja vu vibes?” 

Sam shook his head. They all left and walked inside the store, but the clerk immediately look at them, angry. 

“You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops.” He pointed towards Emily and Sam, who had entered slightly after Dean. Emily pointed at herself, confused.

“You talking to me?” Her mind started to wander around, trying to guess on which occasion she had entered the store and why the clerk would be so angry at her. 

“No, the tall guy! Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging.” Said the clerk, who had the phone already in his hand.

“This guy?” Asked Emily. “What, you drinking malt liquor? Who are you?!” 

“Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head.”

“This guy?” Repeated Dean. 

“What, am I speaking Urdu?” The clerk started dialing something on the phone. 

“Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-” Tried to say Sam. 

“Tell your story walkin', pal.” The clerk interrupted him. “Po-po will be here in five.”

Dean approached him. “Wait, wait, put the phone down.” He said. “Sam, go wait in the car.”

“But Dean-” Emily glanced at Dean and started walking Sam towards the door. 

“Let's go, come on.” Sam reluctantly walked back to the car. Emily giggled. 

“You find this funny?” 

“Just the part where you are basically an unhinged version of me, at least you were when you came here.” 

“I don't even remember doing that.” 

“I know.” Said Emily, suddenly serious again. “That's the not funny part.” 

Dean came out of the store soon after. They started driving again. 

“What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like Emily than you.” Asked Dean. 

“That's the same thing I said.” Shrugged Emily. 

“Emily, wait- Dean, turn down that road.”

“What?”

“I don't know how I know, I just do.”

Dean turned down the road Sam had just pointed to, which ended up being someone's property. The house had plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras. Whoever lived there was very careful about their surroundings. 

They sneaked around the house. The first thing Emily noticed was a broken window. Then, Sam pointed at a disabled alarm. 

“Sam, I'm starting to be seriously worried. Why were you here?” 

“I- I don't remember.” 

“Alright, no panic, okay?” Said Dean, walking in the middle of them and approaching the broken window. “Let's see what's inside.” 

Emily soon regretted entering the house. There was a strong scent of blood and it also smelled a little bit of dead body. The vision they came across when they entered the bedroom was even worse. 

“Holy shit.” Emily covered her mouth the second she entered and turned back out when she saw the body on the floor. His throat was cut, blood pooling all around him, his eyes still staring, terrified. 

“Dean, I did this.” Said Sam. Emily wasn't looking anymore. She was standing in the adjacent look, trying not to vomit for both the scent and the amount of blood she had just witnessed. It wasn't like it was the first time she saw blood. But when it was human it always hit differently. Maybe it was for the good that she never became a surgeon. 

As she thought that, she heard Sam and Dean grow more alarmed.

“What else do you need?” Asked Sam. “I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood…“

“I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?!” Asked Dean. “Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something! By the way, he doesn't have any ID.”

Even then, as Sam looked at the dead body he seemed convinced to have killed, Emily couldn't feel anything coming from Sam. Did he suddenly learn how to control his powers? Or was there something else going on. 

“Emily, come here, you might want to see this.” Said Dean's voice. Taking a big breath, Emily came back into the room. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking her up and down. 

“Yeah, it's just the stench, it's horrible.” 

“I thought you were used to it.”

“Well, turns out I'm not!” She said, bitter, getting closer to the screen. “What did you find?” 

“Surveillance tape, yogurt. I think they might tell us what happened here.” 

Dean started the tapes, which showed Sam entering the room and violently killing the person who lived inside. Emily didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and waited for Dean to say something. Before he talked, he looked at her, probably expecting her to have an opinion, as she usually did.

But not that time. Emily didn't want to have an opinion. She had built an image of Sam as the calm brother, the one to speak to when something was wrong, the one who would have listened and the one who wouldn't get drunk so he could drive her and Dean back safely. 

Seeing him killing someone suddenly reminded that he was, just like Dean, trained like a soldier. That all the calm he showed was just a choice and if he wanted to kill, he would be able to kill. And he did. 

So Emily stood there, staring at an indefinite point in front of her. Dean started talking. 

“Alright listen. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?” Sam nodded. After finding a letter addressed to the dead man, Steve Wandell, Dean resolutely took the computer's hard drive and smashed it onto the floor, making Emily flinch. “Wipe your prints, then we go.” He announced, tossing Sam a rag. 

They silently got back in the motel. Emily still had not said a word and Dean had become progressively more nervous throughout the silent journey. “Emily.” He called.

“Uh?” She answered, pensive. 

“You haven't said a single word for hours. Should I be worried about you too?”

“What?” She sat straighter in her chair. “No, I'm just thinking.” 

“Alright.” Dean glared at her and then closed the motel door. “We get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror.” Sam looked at him, silent. Emily raised her eyebrows, not really liking the solution provided by Dean, but nontheless gathered a t-shirt she had left on the floor. “Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it.” Emily stuffed her shirt in her bag, expecting Sam to answer Dean. When he didn't, Dean called his name again. “Sam, say something!” 

“Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?” Repeated Sam, stern. “Murder, Dean. That's what I did.” Emily stopped preparing her bag to look at him, frowning. 

“Maybe.” Stuttered Dean, looking for words. “Hey, we don't know, it could have been a shapeshifter!” 

“Dean, come on-” Said Emily, aggressively closing the zip on her bag. “We saw the tapes, there was no eye flare.” 

“Yeah, but it wasn't him! I mean it might have been you, but it wasn't you.” He pointed at Sam.

“Dean, that doesn't make any sense.” Emily sat down on the bed. 

“Emily, what side are you on? Do you really think Sam did it?” 

Emily didn't answer. She didn't want to think about Sam being able to commit murder just like that. She wanted to find an excuse, a possibility, but nothing made any sense. Every scenario she made up in her head didn't comply with reality: Sam could have done it. But still, it was weird. Why didn't he remember anything? And why did her powers suddenly stop working with him? The weird, white noise coming from Sam was unusual. Especially in a situation where she was sure, Sam would have been full of emotions. “Emily?” Repeated Dean, looking for an answer. 

“I don't know, okay? This whole thing… very weird if you ask me. But- Dean, if you need to find an excuse for what Sam - or Sam’s evil twin - did, at least- at least find a good one, okay?!” 

“Listen-” 

“Dean, she's right.” Interrupted Sam, frowning. Emily leaned on the separator between the door and the room. “For the last few weeks I've been having... I've been having these feelings.” 

It wasn't true. Emily knew that if he did, she would have felt them. It was the first day in a long, long time she was not connected with him. Sam sat down on the bed and Dean quickly followed. 

“What feelings?” He asked.

“Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. I’ve been feeling…“ He raised his hand, pointing at Emily. She recognized that description. She felt the same way, all the time. She had always thought it was because she had lost her mother, her little brother, that it was because John and Dean were absolutely unsustainable people to have around, but what if it was something the demon had done to her? But then, there was the fact that Sam had not been feeling any of that. Or at least not as intensely as he was describing. 

Or, maybe he had learnt how to block her out all of a sudden. 

”...just like I do.” Concluded Emily. “Well, that doesn’t make me any less worried.” 

“You never told me this.” Said Dean, nervous.

“I didn't want to scare you.” As Sam said that, Emily raised her eyebrows and with a big exhale, pushed herself away from the wall and stood in the middle of the two beds. 

“Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for us. And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before, too.”

“Wait- you’re saying that…“ Intervened Emily. “All this time, I’ve been angry because of that? The demon is just trying to turn me into a killer?” 

“Yeah, I thought you might agree with me.” 

“I’m not agreeing with you- Sam, what’s going on? Why are you blocking me out like that?” 

Sam seemed surprised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You don’t? Because we’ve been basically sharing the same brain for months. What’s up with that now? Where did that go?!” 

Sam stood up, looking at her. His expression was intelligible and Emily wasn’t able to understand his intentions until she got hit in her face. Losing her balance, she hit her head on the wall behind her and quickly passed out, not really able to decipher what was happening around her.

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[fangirlingfromdownunder]

In-Air Comfort

Summary - You comfort Dean through his fear of flying.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x OC Andre (platonic)

Warnings - minor swearing, fluff, mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1,167

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too.  

Sam had taken off across the country in the Impala leaving you and Dean stranded in Chicago. You don’t know when he left, but when you woke up that morning all his stuff was gone along with Dean’s beloved Baby. 

You had spent the last half hour trying to calm down your boyfriend, and reassure him that his brother and his car would be ok. When he finally settled down he called up the telco company while typing away on your laptop trying to get Sam’s GPS location. A few minutes later he hangs up and calls out for you. “He’s in Tampa, Florida. We’re gonna have to hot wire a car, start packing while I do that.”

“You know how long it’s gonna take to drive to Tampa? Why don’t we fly, he’s got Baby there so no point in having two cars anyway.”

“Fly? No thanks. Who cares about having two cars, I’ll just leave the other one in Tampa when I get my best girl back.”

“Your best girl? I thought I was your best girl?” You stroll over to your and Dean’s bed and take your laptop from Dean, searching for flights to Tampa. “There’s a flight in two hours and we can get two seats next to each other. I’m gonna book it. Sam could go anywhere by the time we drive there, this way we have a better chance of catching up with him.”

“I’m not flying, Y/N.”

You can feel his body tensing beside you, so you put the laptop aside and crawl into your boyfriend’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his nose. “Ok, spill it, handsome. What’s so bad about spending a few hours on a plane next to me?” 

He sighs as he wraps his arms around your waist and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come on, baby, use your words. Something’s up and it’s more than just Sam disappearing in your car.” You kiss the top of his head and run your hands through his hair. When he continues to stay silent, you say, “wait! Are you scared of flying, baby? My big strong warrior is afraid of spending a few hours in a big metal bird?”

He sheepishly nods, his head still against your neck.

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll be right there beside you holding your hand the entire time. You can squeeze my hand and cuddle me as much as you want. We could even join the mile-high club if you want,” you say with a smirk, even though he’s not looking at you. After that comment though he places a kiss on your neck as he slowly pulls back.

“If that’s on offer then I may have to overcome my fear.”

“Does that mean I can book the flight and we can go get Sam and Baby back?”

He kisses you and nods his head reluctantly, you kiss him back before reaching behind you for your laptop to book the seats. Once your tickets are secured you kiss your boyfriend one last time before getting up to finish packing up and ordering a ride to the airport. When you are almost done Dean drops a heavy duffle on your bed. “What do you suppose you do with these, my frequent flier?”

“I have my contacts.”

“You do realise this bag is full of knives, guns and various other weapons?”

“I know. Just trust me.”

“Fine, but if we get kicked off the plane then just know that you will never get me in an airport again.”

You saunter over to your panicking boyfriend hugging him tightly, “have a little faith in your girl, would ya, Winchester.”

He just shakes his head and chuckles, kissing you as you hear a horn outside, “that’ll be our ride, handsome.” He pulls away and takes your hand in his, carrying his duffles over his other shoulder. He carefully loads your bags into the trunk of the black SUV you ordered, but when he comes back around the side of the car he catches you hugging the driver who is dressed in a flight attendant outfit. Dean clears his throat loudly causing you to pull away.

“Dean, this is my old hunting partner, Andre. Andre, this is my boyfriend Dean.” You walk over to your boyfriend and reassuringly squeeze his hand. “Andre’s a flight attendant now; he helps fellow hunters get around the country. So, yeah, I told ya I had it all under control.”

Dean just nods, eyeing off the slightly shorter, leaner man. “Alright, that’s quite enough overprotective jealousy from you,” you say glaring up at your boyfriend, “Andre has a boyfriend. Speaking of how is Romeo?” you ask Andre.

“He’s amazing as ever. I told him about hunting. It was rough after that but once I assured him I’m not in the big leagues anymore he calmed down. He still isn’t exactly happy about me doing this part either though.”

“He’s just being protective. He loves you. This one can be the same at times,” you squeeze Dean’s hand again, smirking. “Now come on, we better get a move on before we miss our flight.”

You hop in the back of the SUV with Dean as Andre jumps back in the driver's seat. You notice a smug smile on Dean’s lips when you opt to sit with him instead of riding shotgun with your friend. Seeing this, you lean into him and whisper, “you really have nothing to worry about, I love you.”

After not too long you pull up in the staff car park around the back of the airport. You and Dean take a duffle each and Andre takes your arsenal. Andre walks through the back entrance after pointing you in the direction of the passenger’s check-in. 

You make your way through check-in and security almost without a hitch, until Dean gets the secondary pat down thanks to his nervous demeanour. You poke fun at him, earning yourself a pat down as well. But thanks to Andre there’s nothing on your bodies to find. The security guards let you go and grab your luggage to make your way to your gate. You still have 20 minutes to boarding so you stop by a cafe and get your caffeine fix and a sandwich for Dean, knowing his hanger would set in if he didn’t eat soon. When you return to the gate with the coffee and sandwich he thanks you and offers you a bite of the sandwich which you happily take, before letting him finish the rest himself. 

It’s not long before you are boarding and getting comfortable in your allocated seats, you let Dean have the first choice. He opts for the aisle so he could get up and walk around if he needed to, which you are glad about because you wanted the window anyway, not that you planned to pay much attention to anything besides the handsome man beside you. 

When the plane starts taxiing down the runway he grips your hand tight, while lowly humming a Metallica song. You squeeze back, reaching your other hand over to rest on his thigh. “I’m right here with you, baby. Just squeeze my hand.”

The flight continues smoothly, Dean’s hand never leaving yours. Eventually, you even rest your head on his shoulder, sporadically kissing his neck, to provide more comfort and distraction. Once the wheels are on the ground in Tampa he leans over and kisses your lips. 

“Thank you for not making fun of me,” he says against your lips.

“Hey, never. Everyone’s scared of something, there’s no use making you feel worse. Plus, you always do the same for me.”

“I know I don’t say it as much as I should but I love you, sweetheart.”

“I understand why you don’t. It’s ok. You show me that you do every day. And anyway, I say it enough for the both of us.”

Once the plane’s completely stopped Dean stands up and grabs both of your bags from the overhead compartment, knowing you’d struggle to reach it. He takes both bags in one hand and your hand in the other, leading you out of the plane. 

“It’s officially over, you’re back on solid ground,” you say, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand. 

“Can we stick to driving from now on?”

“But how are you gonna take me to Bora Bora for our honeymoon then?” you joke. 

“We’ll take a ferry,” he says matter-of-factly, not arguing with the suggestion of a marriage in the future. This makes your heart flutter. 

You’ve always known that Dean isn’t the type to ever walk away from the good fight, but you’re okay with that, as long as keeps you by his side. You also know for all legal intents and purposes he is dead, but you figure that if you could be married by a certain angel it would mean so much more anyway. You haven’t shared these hopes with Dean yet though, of course. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to scare him off, plus you know he’d want to be the one to do the asking. 

The second you’re out of the airport gates you call Andre to get your bag back, Dean already calling Sam to get his car back. Unsurprisingly though, he doesn’t get a response. 

Andre meets you guys in the pickups section in another black SUV from the airport rental company. He drives you to the motel where Dean had last tracked Sam to. Dean lets out a deep sigh of relief when he sees Baby in one piece. Andre pulls up beside her and lets you both out. 

“I hope I hear from you again soon, let me know when you and your Boo are gonna tie the knot. Dean and I will be the first on the guest list.”

“For sure! The same goes for the two of you. Take care!” He drives off waving.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

A/N - Let me know if you want part 2 to find out about what's going on with Sam, and remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

#dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff

[dontknowanyclevernames]

Hey, would anyone like to do a Supernatural (TV Show) Rp?

I’m only interested in doing CC x CC so no OCs. I enjoy platonic and romantic pairings. This list is just some pairings that I’m more interested in doing but I’m definitely up for suggestions. I’m also a sucker for rare pairings. I’m not picky with plot ideas.

Pairings

-Dean Winchester x Castiel

-Sam Winchester x Castiel

-Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester (platonic)

-Sam Winchester x Gabriel

-Dean Winchester x Gabriel

-Adam Milligan x Michael

-Castiel x Gabriel

-Castiel x Crowley

-Dean Winchester x Crowley

-Dean Winchester x Arthur Ketch

-Arthur Ketch x Michael Davies

-Sam Winchester x Balthazar

-Anna Milton x Ruby

-Charlie Bradbury x Gilda

-Charlie Bradbury x Jo Harvelle

-Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves

-Charlie Bradbury x Hannah

-Hannah x Anna Milton

-Jo Harvelle x Anna Milton

-Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills

-Meg Masters x Ruby

-Ruby x Anael

-Castiel x Anna Milton

-Meg Masters x Castiel

-Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

-Dean Winchester x Anna Milton

-Dean Winchester x Bela Talbot

-Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod

-Sam Winchester x Bela Talbot

-Sam Winchester x Ruby

-Castiel & Jack Kline (Any Rp with Jack will be platonic ofc)

-Dean Winchester & Jack Kline

-Sam Winchester & Jack Kline

Muses

-Castiel

-Dean Winchester

-Samuel Winchester

-Jack Kline

-Gabriel

-Adam Milligan

-Michael

-Michael Davies

-Arthur Ketch

-Crowley

-Meg Masters

-Ruby

-Hannah

-Anna Milton

-Jo Harvelle

-Bela Talbot

-Claire Novak

-Kaia Nieves

-Charlie Bradbury

-Donna Hanscum

-Anael

#supernatural #spn rp #spn #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #roleplay #roleplaying #ships #destiel #sabriel #megstiel #other ships #bxb #bxb roleplay #bxb rp #gxg #gxg rp #bxg

[castielli]

How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader.

MASTERLISTS:

MOVIES/TV SHOWS

KDRAMA/KPOP

OCs PROFILE:

@nathan-ocs

Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock/Venom

Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

#x male reader #shadowhunters x male reader #Harry Potter x male reader #maze runner x male reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them x male reader #divergent x male reader #jumanji x male reader #white collar x male reader #Shazam x male reader #it x male reader #train to Busan x male reader #squid game x male reader #move to heaven x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #supernatural x male reader #shameless x male reader #criminal minds x male reader #NCIS x male reader #Wednesday x male reader #riverdale x male reader #Pedro pascal x male reader #patrick bateman x male reader #Brooklyn nine nine x male reader #Barbie x male reader #Detroit become human x male reader #male reader #la casa de papel x male reader #suits x male reader

[book-place]

Waiters? - (Winchester brothers x sister reader) Your brothers don’t think that it’s a very good idea for you to go on a date. But there’s nothing they can do about it… or so you think

Battle for the Bed- (Winchester brothers x sister reader) After a long and tiring hunt, you and your brothers want nothing more than to just sleep… but there’s only two beds

The Older Sister- (Archangels x sister reader) Michael and Lucifer get a visit from someone they haven’t seen in years

It’s Only Temporary- (Crowley x reader platonic) He wasn’t going to get attached, that’s what Crowley promised himself when he temporarily took a child in

Life With The Novak’s- (Au!Human!Archangels x OC sister) Having five siblings made it so that life was never boring for Astrid Novak

Home- (Winchester brothers x sister reader, Castiel x reader platonic) Throughout the Winchesters entire lives, there was only one place that brought back as much memories as it did for them. Both good and bad

Journey to the Dungeon- (Crowley x child reader, Winchester brothers x sister reader) Boredom often times leads to adventure, you appeared to have learned this quicker than most

Of Cats and Angels- (Castiel x child reader, Winchester brothers x sister reader) Finding a cat on the side of the road with your babysitter angel… what could go wrong?

↳ Arts and Crafts Disaster- (Castiel x reader platonic, Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader) Cas is back to babysit again

Anger in the Bunker- (Winchester brothers x sister reader, Castiel x reader platonic) You’re acting unusually angry, and Sam thinks he knows why

You From the Future- (Dean Winchester x reader platonic, Sam Winchester x reader platonic) When Dean looks at you, it’s like looking into a mirror of his past

Group Costumes- (Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader) When Sam and Dean bring you to a costume store, they wish they knew what was to come

A Brothers Job- (Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader) Your brothers are always there to protect you, no matter what, no questions asked

Where You Lead- (Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader) Ever since you first came home from the hospital, you and Dean had an unbreakable bond

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #supernatural #masterlist

[rp-partnerfinder]

Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

About Me: 21+. She/Her. EST (GMT-5). I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I do, however, like to stick to Tumblr for plotting and don't give out my Discord handle until I'm sure we'll be writing together. I write in third person, past tense and usually around 200-400 words. I do not double and work full-time Monday through Friday so daily replies will not happen. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. It all depends on how my work week is going. When it comes to plotting, I generally like to hear back from people within 2-3 days. When it comes to writing threads, I don't mind just 1 reply a week.

What I'm Looking For: I recently started a rewatch of Supernatural and would love to get some threads going. I'm only looking for MxM ships at the moment. Mainly canon x canon pairings but I will take OCs into consideration. I'm open to discussing whatever as far as plots are concerned. As long as the idea makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it. I prefer romantic pairings and don't mind/encourage writing smut/NSFW topics. But, if you'd like to keep things clean and/or platonic, I'm okay with that.

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Alastair - Dean

Arthur Ketch - Mick, Dean, Gabriel, Cas

Azazel - Sam, John, Lucifer

Balthazar - Sam, Cas

Benny Lafitte - Dean

Chuck Shurley - Sam, Dean, Lucifer

Crowley - Dean, Bobby, Cas, Lucifer

Dean Winchester - Alastair, Ketch, Benny, Chuck, Crowley, Gadreel, Cas, Garth, Lucifer

Gadreel - Dean, Sam

Lucifer - Dean, Sam, Chuck, Nick, Cas, Crowley, Azazel

Mick Davies - Ketch, Sam

Special Note: While I'm open to writing against an OC for any of them, I'm particularly interested in doing so with Chuck or Lucifer and have vague plots in mind for either of them against an OC.

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

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#21+ rp #supernatural rp #supernatural roleplay #mxm roleplay #mxm rp #mxm #roleplay #rp #roleplay search #rp finder #roleplay finder #1x1 rp #fandom rp

[rphunter]

Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

About Me: 21+. She/Her. EST (GMT-5). I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I do, however, like to stick to Tumblr for plotting and don't give out my Discord handle until I'm sure we'll be writing together. I write in third person, past tense and usually around 200-400 words. I do not double and work full-time Monday through Friday so daily replies will not happen. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. It all depends on how my work week is going. When it comes to plotting, I generally like to hear back from people within 2-3 days. When it comes to writing threads, I don't mind just 1 reply a week.

What I'm Looking For: I recently started a rewatch of Supernatural and would love to get some threads going. I'm only looking for MxM ships at the moment. Mainly canon x canon pairings but I will take OCs into consideration. I'm open to discussing whatever as far as plots are concerned. As long as the idea makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it. I prefer romantic pairings and don't mind/encourage writing smut/NSFW topics. But, if you'd like to keep things clean and/or platonic, I'm okay with that.

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Alastair - Dean

Arthur Ketch - Mick, Dean, Gabriel, Cas

Azazel - Sam, John, Lucifer

Balthazar - Sam, Cas

Benny Lafitte - Dean

Chuck Shurley - Sam, Dean, Lucifer

Crowley - Dean, Bobby, Cas, Lucifer

Dean Winchester - Alastair, Ketch, Benny, Chuck, Crowley, Gadreel, Cas, Garth, Lucifer

Gadreel - Dean, Sam

Lucifer - Dean, Sam, Chuck, Nick, Cas, Crowley, Azazel

Mick Davies - Ketch, Sam

Special Note: While I'm open to writing against an OC for any of them, I'm particularly interested in doing so with Chuck or Lucifer and have vague plots in mind for either of them against an OC.

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

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#takexthisxlight #supernatural roleplay #supernatural rp

[spnexploration]

Brotherly Figures part 4

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

---

Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

---

It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

---

“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

.

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@leigh70

@malindacath

@ellie-andthemachine

#supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #fanfic series #dean winchester fic #Sam Winchester fic #dean winchester #sam winchester #brothers #teen!OC #platonic supernatural #supernatural #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #teen reader insert #teen reader #supernatural x sister!reader #spn x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Wealey, George Weasley, Tom Riddle

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

#Aced it #fanfic #x reader #platonic #romantic #it 2017 #it 2019 #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #harry potter #supernatural #spn #south park #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwcc #marvel #avengers #toh #the owl house #tua #the umbrella academy #writing #requests open

[sweet-heart-jack]

Fandoms I write for ( as of right now)

Supernatural

Characters

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Adam Milligan

Andy Gallagher

Castiel

Anna Milton

Gabriel ( the trickster)

Benny lafitte

M e g masters

Kevin Tran

Crowley

Jack kline

Mary Winchester

Brooklyn nine-nine

Jake peralta

amy Santiago

What I'll write

Ships ( no wincest )

Poly

Oc's

Angst

Fluff

Platonic

Plus size

What I won't write

Smut

Adult x minor ( no 21 year old x 16 Year old)

Incest

Sh ( I'm not that educated on sh and I don't wanna offended anyone)

Sa

Hi I'm not that good at writing so please don't be rude too me I'm trying to learn so if you don't like my writing scroll don't be rude- @river-rat69

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#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #Castiel #adam milligan #Andy Gallagher #Kevin tran #jack kline #supernatural Crowley #meg masters #benny lafitte #gabriel supernatural #anna milton #brooklyn nine nine #Jake peralta #amy santiago

[marvelwitchergilmore]

A Winchester’s Daughter 3/?

This is a SPN X OC X B99 TIE-IN

Maya is a 17 year old cop who is on the hunt for the dad, only, when she finds him, she also finds out the world in which he comes from.

Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack’s stay seemed to last a little longer than they had expected. 

After two days, Sam found a case. Well...Maya did. 

It was around 2 in the morning when Maya got a call from the station. She tried her best to stay quiet since Sam was fast asleep in Daisy’s office and Dean was fast asleep on the sofa. 

Since Cas and Jack didn’t really sleep they had taken to touring the city at night. 

“What time is it? Is everything okay?” Dean asked, sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. 

He could just about make out the silouette of his daughter as she strapped on her side-arm. 

“Everything’s fine.” Maya whispered. “I’m on call. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

However, those couple of hours turned into Maya coming in through the door around 7 in the evening. 

“Hey,” Sam said, slightly bouncing from the coffee. “Whoa. What’s wrong?”

Maya didn’t talk, she just shook her head, lifted her hand, walked towards the sofa and sat down. 

“Kid?” Dean asked. 

Still no answer. 

Dean and Sam looked worried to one another before looking back to Maya. 

“Hey, talk to me. What happened?” Dean asked, sitting on the coffee table, tapping her knee to try and get her attention. 

Maya sighed and sat up. “This is gonna sound stupid, but do you know anything about witches?”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

For a week now, they had been hunting the witch. 

Terry - along with a very frightening Amy - had managed to contact an agent in the FBI. Someone who Terry was in the academy with. 

Thankfully, this Agent knew a thing of two about what went bump in the night. They managed to issue two badges, with the Director’s approval, for the Winchesters. 

Granted, they had been hunted by the FBI once upon a time. But when the Director’s own daughter ended up with a poltergiest in her apartment and was saved by two Hunters, they were a little happier to hand over two badges to the boys. 

But, even with the upside that the FBI would lay off the brother’s for a while, there was still a downside. 

Maya was on the case with them. 

And she got hurt. 

“Lay her down in here.” Daisy directed as Dean carried his daughter’s unconcious body in his arms. 

Dean lay Maya down in her bedroom, Daisy moving around Maya’s folders to make room. 

“What happened?”

“Well, we killed the Witch. But not before she could get to Maya.”

Daisy looked to Jack. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“We don’t know. It all depends on her.”

“On her? What--” Daisy looked around confused. This might be normal for them, but not for her. 

“She’s trapped in her own mind.” Cas explained. “The spell the witch cast..the only person who can break her out is, well...her.”

“Okay, then it should be easy.”

Dean shook his head. “Not if she doesn’t want to leave.”

“Why wouldn’t she want to....” Then it clicked with Daisy. “She’s living in her memories. They’re her greatest hits, aren’t they? That’s why you look worried.”

They nodded. 

“Can’t- Can’t you do anything?”

Cas nodded. “I can. I can go into her mind and try and snap her out of it. It’s our best shot. But, I need permission.”

“Take me with you.” 

That was all Dean said, but Cas knew what he also meant. 

Cas didn’t like doing this without the actual person’s permission, but Maya needed to be saved. So, pressing a hand onto Maya’s shoulder and onto Dean’s arm, his eyes glowed and seconds later, they found themselves inside Maya’s mind. 

It was all black and empty at first, but they could hear all her memories. 

Slowly, as Cas reached out, the space around Dean began to change. It went from black and noisy to brown oak wood with walls surrounding them and plenty of pictures hung on the wall. 

“She’s in here.”

Slowly, Dean and Cas walked down the hall before turning the corner into the living room. However, they found no-one but a woman. 

She had a look of Maya, but it wasn’t her. 

Suddenly, however, the Hunter and Angel turned when they heard the sound of a plates clanking together. 

That was where they found Maya. 

“Kid?”

Cautiously, Maya turned around. What was her dad doing in her dream? 

“Dad?”

“Oh, thank god.”

Before Maya knew what was happening, she found Dean hugging her tightly. “You know me? You know who I am? You know who we are?”

“Yeah, of course I do. But...why are you in my dream?”

Suddenly, this was no longer feeling like a dream. 

“This isn’t a dream, Maya. This is your memory.”

“My memory? Why would you be-” Then it clicked with Maya. “The witch. Oh, my God. I remember. She-She yelled something and then I blacked out.”

Dean nodded. “There’s not much time to explain but we need to get you out.”

“Okay, how?”

“You need to break yourself out.” Cas told her. 

“Break myself out? How?”

“We don’t know.” Dean answered for the both of them. 

“Well...has this ever happened to you two? What did you do?”

“We’ve...”

But Dean’s comment that he was about to say was cut short when the woman by the sofa smiled, leaned forward and picked up the plate. The plate that Maya had beside her just a second ago. 

“Thank you, honey.”

Dean got a thought. “Remember when I died?”

“Which time?”

“Roy and Walt?”

Cas nodded but Maya cut in for a moment. 

“Okay, the fact that you have to specify is concerning.”

“Sam and I...we basically lived through our memories until we could get out. What if that is what this is?”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Maya, do you remember what happened after this?”

“I...”

Suddenly, loud coughs came from the sofa and Maya rushed forward. She picked tissues from the box before holding them in front of her mom who pressed them to her nose and mouth. 

“Mom, you need a hospital. Please, I can call grandma and she can help drive you-”

Maya’s mom shook her head. “No. No, it’s just a cold. I promise, honey, I’m fine.”

Maya’s mom leaned back but Maya stayed where she was, crouched beside the couch, watching her mom. 

“This was two months before we found out.” Maya explained, everything becoming a little clearer now. “She’d had this cold for a week but part of me knew it wasn’t right. I remember that night I came down the stairs, she had fallen asleep on the sofa and I looked in the trash...” Low and behold, Maya found the used tissues in the trash can beside the sofa. “Blood.”

Maya didn’t say much after that. Just stood up, wiped her eyes and moved away from the living room. 

“I need to leave.”

Except, as Maya headed for the front door, it seemed to open into another memory. And a change of clothes. 

“Come on, honey. You don’t want to be late for your graduation.”

Maya’s mom left from the doorway after Maya gave a small nod and a smile. 

“She looked like death warmed over.” Maya told Dean and Cas. “She tried so hard to put on a brave face. I remember...I remember, we went to Argo’s after this. She ordered a slice of apple crumble and a slice of pie for me.”

By the time they made it downstairs, the found themselves in a large hall. Maya was walking onto the stage, Cas and Dean in the audience. As much as it saddened Dean (and Cas) to see Maya go through her memories, he did a smile a little as seeing his daughter be handed her diploma. 

This continued for a short while longer, going through some of Maya’s memories. Seeing her at birthday parties, first making friends with Daisy, Cas having to hold back Dean once Dean spotted a guy in Maya’s class walk up to her to ask her out. 

But Maya was called away by a teacher. 

And suddenly, with the whole place spinning, they landed inside a house covered in photo’s and and picture albums. 

Maya felt like a dagger was being stabbed through her heart. 

“What...what is this?”

“Maya?”

All three of them turned around at the sound of someone calling out to Maya. 

Her mom. 

Her mom was lay in bed, sat up, but even Dean and Cas knew it wasn’t good. 

“Maya?” Her mom called out again. 

“Promise you’ll stay with me?” Maya asked, looking to Dean. 

Dean nodded. “Promise.”

Maya could already feel her heart breaking with every step she took closer. 

With care, Maya listed one foot off the floor and sat beside her mother facing her. 

“Honey, I am so proud of you.” Maya’s mom began. 

Maya tried her best to smile but the tears were already trying to fight their way out. 

“I know. You’ve already told me.”

“And I love you. So much. So so much.”

Tears came from both mother and daughter, but her mom still smiled. 

“Oh, honey.” Maya’s mom placed a hand to her cheek whilst Maya’s two hands gripped onto her mom’s other. 

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I have lived my life and it couldn’t have been better. I watched my beautiful intelligent daughter grow up.” Her mom made sure she was looking into her eyes. “You have his eyes.”

Maya’s mom smiled. “He would have loved you, I just know it.”

Maya ducked her head, more tears falling. However, her head lifted when she felt something be placed into the palm of her hand. 

“Mom-”

“You don’t have to, but in case you wanted to.” Her mom told her. “I don’t know if it still works, but it’s his.”

“No, mom-”

“I’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

More tears fell. 

“My beautiful daughter, Maya.”

Sobs escaped Maya’s lips as she gripped onto the napkin note and her mom’s hand. 

Maya tried her best to force a smile but struggled. Her mom was fading and with each second, the sound of herown heartbreaking - for the second time - echoed in Maya’s ears louder than ever. 

“It’s okay. You can go now. I love you, mom.”

“I love you, my beautiful daughter, Maya.”

Her mom’s voice slowly faded away as her soul began to leave her body. All that was left was the sound of tears falling, Maya’s escaping sobs and the sound of Dean’s boots across the floor as he picked up his daughter and held her tighter and closer than ever. 

Before they knew it, they opened their eyes and found themselves back inside Maya’s bedroom. 

Maya was sat up in her own bed, Dean sat facing her, still holding her. 

Sam, Daisy and Jack were all confused but followed Cas out of the room as he waved his hand towards them all. 

Cas closed the door on the father and daughter to give them their space. 

“Is she okay? What happened?”

Meanwhile, inside the tears didn’t stop. 

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m here, kid. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Dean reassured her. “I’ve got you, kid.”

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[hahahahahangst]

Sweet dreams (are made of this) (Be The Young 6)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

Sweet Dreams (are made of this)

Everybody's looking for something

Emily’s stomach dropped. She had not seen John in almost a year, but he somehow looked much older than she remembered. She did not move. Dean, instead, immediately lost any interest in the fight he and Emily were having and walked to hug his father. Emily glared over at Sam, who was also standing still, shocked. “Dad?” Was the only thing she could utter, still trying to process his presence. Every single question she had died in her throat together with the fight she was having with Dean. Sam dropped his duffel on the floor, making the weapons clank on each other. John walked past him and straight to Emily, who he drew into a hug. She frowned, surprised. John wasn’t a big hugger. Especially not with her. Sure, he had never been actively mean, but he surely had not shown any signs of treating her like a real daughter.

Dean spoke as the familiar beer and sweat scent made its way into Emily’s lungs from John’s clothes. “Dad, it was a trap. I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

John let go of Emily. “It’s all right. I thought it might’ve been.” Emily, free from the hug, crossed her arms in front of her, nervous. 

“So… you were there?” Asked Dean. 

“Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive.” John looked around. “She was the bad guy, right?”

Dean and Sam answered in unison. “Yes, sir.” When Sam didn’t hear Emily’s voice, he turned towards her. He gave her a worried look, but John started talking again, capturing his attention. 

“Good. Well, it doesn’t surprise me. It’s tried to stop me before.”

“The demon has?” Now Sam’s attention was undivided. For a second, Emily recognized the same anger he had seen in him the first weeks after Jessica had died. 

“It knows I’m close.” Explained John. “It knows I’m gonna kill it. Not just exorcize it or send it back to hell… actually kill it.” Emily’s attention was raised. She took a step forward, finally getting closer to the group. She exchanged a look with Sam, trying to figure out how their dad was planning on killing a demon. However, the only one who expressed all their doubts was Dean. 

“How?” To that question, John smiled. 

“I’m working on that.” 

“Let us come with you!” Said Sam. Dean sharply turned towards him, giving him a warning look. “We’ll help.”

“No, Sam, not yet.” Replied John. He paused for a second as if he was expecting an answer. “Try to understand: this demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don’t want you caught in the crossfire. I don’t want you hurt.” 

“Dad, you don't have to worry about us.” Insisted Sam. 

“Of course I do.” Sighed John. “I'm your father. Listen- Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight.” Emily instinctively looked over at Dean who was staring at their father. “It's good to see you again. It's been a long time.” Sam and John hugged. Dean quickly looked back at Emily, who crossed her arms again, looking away. As soon as Sam and John separated, the Daevas were back. Emily lost track of what was happening immediately, her body being thrown through the bathroom door. Immediately, the shadow demon scratched her, leaving deep marks on her abdomen and arms and making her scream in pain. In the mess, she heard Sam say something and then, a bright light invaded her room. A hand grabbed her in the white and started dragging her out. Unable to see, she let the hand, which she recognized as being Dean's, lead her out of the house. The first person to talk as soon as they were out was Sam. “We don’t have much time, as soon as the flare runs out they’ll be back.” He looked at their father, probably expecting him to enter the car. As they discussed whether they should be joining forces or not, Emily started losing perception of her surroundings. Her heart was beating so fast she was almost able to hear it, and her hands were starting to go numb. She knew what was happening, it was a panic attack. She tried to get Sam's attention, but he was way too busy in his discussion and before she knew it, Emily was sitting in the back of the car. The argument kept going between Sam and Dean, but she lost pieces of it, occasionally losing consciousness in a combination of the panic attack and the wounds she had, which were bleeding all over the seat. The fight subsided and Emily, short of breath, was finally able to get Sam’s attention. He turned, seemingly calm. 

“Are you ok?” His face turned extremely worried as soon as he focused on her face. 

“Do I look like-” Dean hit a speed bump and Emily stopped talking, groaning in pain. “Do I look like I’m okay?!” Emily tried to lift a hand off her wound and saw it covered in blood. Her breath went even shorter, cutting off her air supply completely. She started coughing repeatedly. 

“Dean…“ Sam turned back towards the front of the car, finally realizing what was going on.

“What?” Exhaled Dean, nervously holding onto the steering wheel.

“I think we should stop.” 

“We need to get out of this town, I cannot stop now!” 

“Dean, she’s having a panic attack.” 

“Great,“ he groaned. “And what good is stopping going to do?” 

“It’s-It’s fine.” Emily was able to blurt, scowling at Dean. Soon, however, the disturbed breathing made her feel nauseous. She covered her mouth with her hand. 

Sam quickly picked up on that. 

“Dean, stop the car.”

“We are not far enough, we-” 

“Do you want her to puke in the car? Because that’s what’s about to happen.” Said Sam, raising his voice to overcome Dean’s. The car soon came to a stop. 

Sam rushed out to help Emily, who was able to keep her mouth shut just long enough to kneel on the ground and vomit. Sam helped her hair back. 

“It’s alright, we’re safe now.” He said, patiently waiting for her to recover. Dean kept the engine on, nervously looking around and tapping on the steering wheel.

While sick, Emily grabbed Sam’s wrist, looking for some contact. 

It was long due, Emily thought as she realized she was unable to open her hand, the tension in her nerves too much to let her do so.

“Sam, we need to go!” 

“Enough, Dean, she-” He tried to move away from her to go speak to Dean, but her grip was firm. She looked at him, her breathing and gagging still weirdly covering her sobbing. All Sam could see was a prayer to not leave her. Not then, not there. It felt like the whole world was crashing on her, she would have done anything to not be let go. Sam's arm felt like the only thing keeping her from falling in an enormous pit, from falling straight to hell.

”...Dean, your sister is sick, care to show some compassion?” He said, looking back at the car. 

“I’m trying to save her life, care to collaborate?” Dean signaled them to get back in the car.

”...She just vomited two days worth of food, she is bleeding-” 

“Yeah, and we’ll all be dead if we don’t leave! Look, there’s a motel one day from here, we can-” 

“YOU CAN GIVE ME FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!” Yelled Emily with a terribly distorted voice. Sam immediately stopped talking and took a step back, frightened. “Good god, Dean, when will you ever be worried about the right thing? When?!” She stood up and weakly threw a fistful of dirt and gravel in his direction, finally letting go of Sam’s wrist. He started massaging it immediately. Emily looked at him doing so, realizing he had hurt him, gagged and then turned around to vomit again. 

“Does she look like she can travel one day to you?” Sam whispered behind her. 

“What do you want me to do? We are not safe here!” 

“To stop behaving like a complete asshole!” 

Emily, who was hearing all of it, slowly turning the panic into anger, turned around, cleaning her face with the back of her sleeve. She felt dirt mixing with her tears, vomit and snot and spreading on her entire face, scratching her.

“Shut up!” She pointed to Dean. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” 

Sam looked at her, worried, while she fell back on the ground and kept crying. Unable to calm down, she started nervously slamming her hand on the floor, moving dirt and gravel and cement pieces around. Sam sat next to her and stopped her hand, which somehow made her cry even more. That was when she heard the engine of the car finally stopping. Dean appeared over her. 

“Alright, enough now-” he said, forcing her off the floor. She cleaned the back of her jacket with his hand and dragged her towards the car. “Sit down, let me see.” He forced on the car seat and crouched in front of her. Then, he lifted her shirt to see where she was wounded. He grimaced. “Yeah, you’ll survive.” He pulled the shirt back down. “Are you going to throw up again?” Emily scowled at him. 

“Dean, come on…” Sighed Sam. “Five minutes. Just five.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Five minutes, then I’ll leave, with or without you.” Dean walked around the car and sat on the hood. Sam, instead, helped Emily out of the car. 

“You see what I mean now?” She cried. “An unaffectionate son of a bitch.” Sam sighed. 

“Yeah. I see.” He quickly glared at Dean. “Sorry, come here…” 

The second she landed in Sam’s hug she realized how long it had been since someone had hugged her genuinely. Since she had last felt a hug. 

The hug was the last thing she felt before she woke up in a motel room. All the panic and the breakdown were gone, but were replaced by a horrible sense of hunger and thirst. She also had a terrible headache, and her nose, which she didn’t recall being painful, hurt. All the wounds the daeva inflicted also were painfully stinging for the sweat she was covered in. 

The first person she saw was Dean. He was sitting at the desk, looking at the opposite wall, and was reading an old-looking book. 

“Good morning.” Emily tried to say. All she was able to let out was a groan. But it was enough for Dean to notice her. He looked surprised. 

“Look who’s awake.” he said, standing up. He filled up a plastic cup with water and sat on the bed next to her. He handed her the cup. “Are you feeling better?” She took the cup and drank it.“Terribly thirsty…” Emily gestured to him to bring her more water.

“I bet, kid, you’ve been out two days.” She stopped the cup in front of her lips, raising her eyebrows. “Thought you were gone for good for a second.” Emily moved the cup away from her mouth. 

“I mean, if I am here it means my heart and lungs worked the whole time.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean dead, Emily, I meant gone gone, like Girls, Interrupted gone.” 

Emily squeezed her eyes, trying to recall the last minutes before she fell asleep. She kept drinking. “Well, while you are awake, it’s time to change that bandage.” He walked towards a duffel bag in the corner. “Those things got you good.”

“You’re the one who looked at it and said that I was going to survive.” She commented, bitter. 

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I? You’re here.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Who do you think sewed you back? Because it was not Sam for sure. He was busy keeping you still.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“You put up quite a fight.” Dean grabbed his duffel.

“Dean, I was sleeping.” Emily scoffed. 

“Yeah, sure.” He said, sarcastic. “Not sure what you mean by sleeping but that was not sleeping. Look.” He rolled up his sleeve, showing what looked like claw marks on his forearm. “I had to punch you in the nose to stop you.” 

“Well, that explains the pain.” She said, touching her nose and grimacing in pain. “Sorry I hurt you.” She apologized. “But I would lie if I said you didn’t have it coming.”

“That’s true.” He said, coming back to her with a half empty bottle of whiskey and an old t-shirt. She looked down at her abdomen to see a winchester-style “dressing”, which consisted of dental floss and an old t-shirt.

“Good god, Dean, who did this? Frankenstein?” 

She commented, moving her brother’s hands away from her body. “No, put that stuff away.” She pointed at her backpack. “Go in my bag and take out actual medical supplies.” He did so and, surprised, took out some actual medical thread, disinfectant and bandages. 

“Where the hell did you get this?”

“The vet?” She said, bitter, trying to sit down. She groaned, in pain. “God, I never felt worse in my life.” Emily rubbed her face. 

Dean ignored and walked back to the bed, took away the t-shirt and slowly cut the dental floss away. She hissed in pain. 

“Okay, uh- pass me that bottle and a q-tip.” She cleaned her wounds, trying to hold back the pain and groans with the little strength she had. She then had him pass her the stichting supplies, but once she tried to hold the curved needle, she realized how weak she actually was. Holding the needle made all her nerves tingle and it felt as the heaviest thing she ever picked up. Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to do it?” He asked. She nodded and gave him the supplies. 

Sam came back in the room while Emily was swearing at Dean, who was in the process of sewing her back together. 

“You are a fucking butcher, be more delicate, would you?” 

“Emily, you’re awake!” He said, smiling. “How are you feeling?” Asked Sam.

“Dean broke my nose-” She answered “...and then sewed my skin together using dental floss.” She reached for her cup on the nightstand. “So, I am probably about to die.” 

“As you can hear, Sammy, she’s back to being a bitch, which means she will be fine.” As he said that, he intercepted her arm trying to hit him behind the head. “Stand still, or the scar will be even worse.” He smirked as Emily could do nothing else but lay there. 

“So…“ Started out Dean a little later, almost done with his job. ”...pre-med, uh?” 

“Come on, do you really want to do this right now?” 

“I’m just curious, you know.” He handed her a bottle of water, which she drank almost all in one chug. “Never knew you wanted to do that.” 

“Never knew you were interested.“ she answered, staring at the ceiling while her brother started covering the stitches. He gave her a disappointed gaze, making it clear he did not appreciate the bitterness. Emily sighed. “I was trying to get into Stanford.” She blurted out. Sam turned towards her. 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Yep. Worked all my life for it.” 

“How was it?” Asked Dean, still busy medicating her.

“Well…” she started, thinking back to her previous life. “I was in the process of writing my acceptance letter when- Well, when it all went to shit.” She explained. 

They stayed silent for the following ten minutes while Dean finished patching her up. 

“Are you feeling better?” Asked him. She nodded and he helped her sit down properly. 

“Here-” he said, dropping a brown bag next to her leg. “Eat something.” The smell of cheap fast-food got to her and she quickly made her way in the bag and took out a hamburger. It was kind of soggy, but to her hungry stomach it looked like the most delicious thing ever.  

“Okay, I’ll go steal some meds for you, sit tight okay?” Said Dean as he left the room. Emily smiled as he left and absentmindedly looked at the door, still vaguely smiling even after it closed.

Dean left and she was left alone with Sam. 

“Are you okay?” He said, raising Emily from her trance.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She immediately stopped smiling. “Thank you for being on my side the other night.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled. “But to be fair, it was Dean who actually managed to patch you up.” 

“It doesn’t matter, Sam, you-” Emily sighed. “You stood up for me… nobody in this family had done it before.” 

“Yes, but… why?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean… if you and Dean solved whatever problem you have going on, you two could just… get along.” “Me and Dean don’t have a problem.” Said Emily, cleaning her face from the hamburger crumbles with her forearm.

“Then… What happened? I know I already asked you this, but I still did not get an answer from either of you.” 

“I am not sure I am following you.” Emily asked, surprised, taking another bite. 

“I mean, you always fight for the littlest things. And as far as I understood from dad, this has been going on forever.” He looked at her. 

“Ugh…“ She brought her hands to her face. ”...I guess there’s always been some tension, you know? He’s always been a dick.” Emily shook her head.

“So you're telling me… That there is no real reason?” 

“There’s plenty of reasons, Sam.” 

”...like what?” 

“Are you asking for a list?” She said, bitter. 

“No, just…why?” 

“I’ll give you one reason: Dean is an asshole.” 

Sam stayed silent for a while. 

“Do you want to know what the real problem is?” 

“How would you know?” 

“I know Dean, and I have been looking at you.” 

Emily was skeptical. “Go ahead I guess.” 

“You are just too similar.” 

“Shut up.” She said, scoffing. “Me and Dean are two different breeds.” 

“Not entirely, I mean, just think about how you deal with feelings.” 

“Which is…?” 

“You don’t. And that is part of the problem.”

“I deal with my feelings!” 

“Is that how you ended up sleeping for three days after having a nervous breakdown that had you throw punches around while sleeping?” 

She decided to let it go. She moved the covers away from her feet and sat there for a while, looking at the terrible stitching job Dean made on her abdomen and regretting ever letting him touch her with his butcher hands.

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