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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Mother dragon (10); Winchesters x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all! Well it took awhile after some procrastination and minor requests being done, but it’s finally here. Okay now I’ve been thinking cause I know someone asked me how many parts there would be to this series. Well I’ve kinda imagined a number and unfortunately it’s not a lot. I guarantee it won’t be in the 20′s range, heck we may not even make it to 15 (we may idk) but right now from what I’m imagining I kinda see about 4 more parts after this chapter. But again we’ll see how this all goes out and see where it ends up being like.

Anyway as I promised all of you, here we get more of Warren’s character for this series and we finally get to hear his backstory. Plus more interaction with Warren cause let’s face it, after all I’ve written for, he needed some attention from Mama Dragon, especially after ya’ll read the first half of the story. OH AND HEY CONTEST!!! Whoever can comment the special reference I’ve made in the story (it’s a song) FIRST, will get a free cookie (and possible request) from yours truly he-he-he. Okay so I’ll stop typing and let you all read this part, WHICH I’M REALLY EXCITED ABOUT!!

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In the healing wings, Kisara now in human form sat there with Apophis, the two of them praying to the heavens above that their eggs were still safe. Thanks to Castiel who volunteered to heal her, he had assured them that their eggs were safe and unharmed.

Although had Warren gone an inch or two deeper with his cut, then the eggs would’ve been destroyed resorting in a miscarriage. Apophis thanked Castiel for all that he had done and allowed the two dragons to be alone.

“Why didn’t you call me to help you break up the fight?” Apophis asked his mate.

“I thought I could handle it myself. After all with our future boys you never know if they’ll be too rough with each other when it comes to dominance.” She stated. “I’m sorry Apophis I thought I could—”

“Shh. Shhh. I know darling, I know. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. You all are okay.” He emphasized his last point as he placed his hand on her pregnant belly and the two nuzzled each other lovingly.

*My POV*

I was frantically pacing around when Sam spoke up.

“(Y/n) you keep pacing like that and you’ll wear a hole on the floor.”

“I just need to know that Kisara’s gonna be alright. I mean I’m basically the midwife to her. If anything happens to those unborn eggs I—” I stopped as Cas finally came out from the medical wing. “Is she gonna be okay Cas?” I frantically asked.

“She’ll be alright. Both her and the eggs are fine. An inch or two deeper then there would be some problems, but she’s gonna be fine.” He assured me. I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him.

“Thank you Cas.” He hugged me back gently patting my back before I separated.

“Think it’s still a good idea to believe that he should stay?” Dean mocked.

“Dean…..” Sam started.

“No, now I may not agree with this whole thing but what that guy did. And I don’t even care of Kisara is a dragon or not. No man should ever do that to a woman. Should’ve exiled the bastard when you had the chance. You made the call (y/n) but now look what’s happened!”

“You get off my back Dean! You think I wanted this!? I DIDN’T KNOW HE’D DO THIS!!! You don’t think I don’t blame myself for what happened to Kisara? I—”

“It wasn’t your fault (y/n).” I turned to see Stephen now coming in, his arm and leg wrapped up while Deacy was helping him walk.

“Oh god Stephen—”

“I’m alright. This is just temporary. With a bit of potion work and dragon saliva I’ll be right as rain.” He assured me.

“Mum, none of this is your fault. I know that face you make whenever you think it is.” I sighed solemnly and said as I leaned up against the wall.

“Then why do I feel so lousy? It seems like I’m breaking this nest apart.”

“Warren’s had his problems. It’s nothing against you (y/n).” Stephen said.

“Uhh no offense Stephen but we’ve all got our problems. But it’s no reason to flip out, nearly kill you and attack and give a woman an emergency C-section.” Dean spoke up.

“As much as I would love to stop Dean from talking, I’ll have to agree with what he just said. How come you guys still keep him around if he’s always this violent?” asked Sam.

“It’s not his fault he’s like this. It was how he was raised to be.” Deacon explained.

“Look we get it. His parents were killed in front of him, sold to a bunch of fighters and made to be their circus monkey. Sammy and I were raised to be hunters ever since we were kids. Our own father acted more like a drill sergeant than a father. He was hardly ever there for us.” Dean sneered.

“That’s only part of Warren’s story.” Deacy spoke up. We all looked to him.

“What do you mean part?” Deacon sighed heavily and helped Stephen sit down and he walked over to the other side of the room.

“They say time heals all wounds. Whomever spoke that up was full of bullshit. You four each have known some ounce of pain that can never be forgotten, right?” we all nodded. “Well to us dragons that pain is eternal. What Warren went through was—” he sighed once again before lowering his head.

“Deacy, tell us. I know you’ve wanted to tell us for some time now. So come on out with it.” I told him softly but still using my mom voice.

“Four years ago; when we first heard about Warren in Germany. The three of us, Apophis, Stephen and I tried to convince him we could give him a home. A home away from all of this, Warren being blinded by arrogance, pride and bloodshed refused our offer, by telling us there was no way out for him. The next day we watched his latest fight. And he was born to be a fighter. The Germans called him to be the ‘greatest supernatural fighter’ there ever was. But of course all kings get dethroned. It was a fight with a demon that finally brought him down. Not just any demon, a knight from Hell to be exact.”

“After his loss, the owners of the fight then decided that they would be willing to give Warren a second chance since he had bought them so much profit.” Stephen continued.

“You see in those fight rings. It was survival. You don’t fight, you die. You lose, you die. But to Warren; being as rare a creature as he was, they decided to give him the ultimate punishment. So on the coldest, rainiest night of the year they took Warren to the edge of the river and left him there at the base. They told him that they would take him back, if he could break free of the chains he was bound in. Warren tried to break free of the chains, but they wouldn’t budge. Of course they weren’t dumb, they knew that iron chains forged in dragon fire were the only thing to keep dragon’s wings pinned. It was freezing cold and the river kept rising. Warren pleaded for his life, but the owners just watched him, right through the night. By morning; the river was flooded. And when Stephen and I found Warren, he was barely alive.”

Oh my god. I—I had no words. As Deacy explained this story I even saw the brothers and Cas just stare at my son in shock.

“Two weeks of rest thanks to Kisara and myself and we saw him back on his feet. But his hearing was never the same again. He never wants anyone to know but—he’s almost totally deaf.” Stephen explained solemnly.

That was the ultimate bombshell. But it explained everything. That explains why Warren didn’t stop trying to kill me when Deacy shot that fire blast. It explained why he didn’t hear that acid spitting dragon yesterday sneaking up on him. A dragon without hearing is—hardly a dragon at all.

“So, is that why he’s so—you know? Volatile?” asked Sam cautiously.

“That’s not the half of it.” Stephen immediately piped in. “All of this was barely a month before our first encounter with some dragon trappers. It was on a scouting mission and he didn’t hear any of the machines operating as they took out each of our scouts one by one.”

“The cold truth is, is that for the selfishness and greed of humanity. Warren is now the last of his kind.” Deacy hissed out.

God. Poor Warren, he has been through worse than hell. I mean hating humans for forcing you to be in a fight ring is one thing, but when they’re the reason for losing a part of yourself, and just watching you suffer, that’s just…..unforgiving.

“Jesus.” I heard Dean mutter.

“So you see why we tried to protect him. Most of the other dragons even here from day one thought he was too much of a fighter, a bad influence on the younger dragons. But we know that he’d never be accepted anywhere else, and with his recklessness and bloodlust, he could fall like every other dragon and end up getting himself killed or caught by hunters.” Stephen stated.

“It’s also because of his disability, isn’t it?” asked Cas.

“Yes. We thought that at least here he wouldn’t be sympathized and could at least have a chance of living a normal, peaceful life after such a rough upbringing.”

“Okay, it’s been a long night, you all should get some sleep.”

“Hang on, there’s something else we need to discuss.” Stated Dean. “That dragon from earlier today, what was that dragon and I thought all dragons had to obey the Alpha?”

“Good questions for another time, right now there are more pressing issues that need to be discussed. For now all four of you back to your chambers.” Deacy stated.

“Hold on Deacy—”

“He’s right Sam. What Warren did—it’s unforgiving and mustn’t be put on hold.” Said Stephen. As much as the brothers wanted to disagree and protest, Cas managed to just give them a look and it made them stop talking.

While I was back in Deacy’s room I couldn’t help but think about Warren. His entire story, his upbringing, and all that had happened today. My brain was so full of things buzzing around that all I could do was toss around in Deacy’s bed. That was until I heard the sound of dragon wings flapping.

I looked out the entrance and saw the familiar black and reddish wings of Warren flying out of the den. Quickly grabbing my suit and putting it on, I did the one thing my instincts were telling me to do.

Follow him.

I silently stalked out of the den as I could hear the dragons all gathered around by the stream all discussing the matter of Warren’s exile or whatever they chose to do to him.

Once I reached the outside of the den, I proceeded to climb up to side entrance till I got me a good altitude to take off. Of course I had to dodge and hide from the flying scouts that were circling the den and make sure to be as quiet and still as possible since they would immediately see or hear me if I even made a squeak.

When they finally flew on ahead, I opened my wings and jumped off and thankfully there was a nice current to send me flying and I just flew on ahead, hoping to find Warren before he got too far away.

It must’ve been about an hour or so till the currents decided to force me to land. I landed by a tall cliffside and I could hear just ahead of me the sound of a waterfall. I walked on ahead figuring that if Warren would’ve stopped, he’d come for water cause who knows how long till you find fresh water that’s not near a civilized population.

I crouched down and slowly stalked towards the edge and soon saw the stream and low and behold Warren was there in dragon form drinking from it. His deep rumbles could be heard all the way from up here.

I just watched him silently as he drank his fill before lifting his head up and I could hear him sniffing the air. Oh shit! I quickly ducked beside the cliff to quickly hide from him.

*3rd Person POV*

As Warren drank his fill, he couldn’t help but smell something familiar. It smelled like his Alpha but at the same time had other scents mixed in. Cologne, gunpowder and…..dead dragon skin. Warren quickly turned around only to see no one there. He growled thunderously low before reverting to his human state.

When (y/n) slowly peeked out, she was surprised to see Warren was gone. Slowly and carefully she scaled down the cliff’s side and arrived at the lake. She went over to the very spot where Warren once stood and couldn’t help herself as she placed her hand right where his mighty dragon paw was. And compared to the imprint on the ground, her hand was about the size of an ant. However she was unaware that behind the waterfall, Warren stood there ready to defend himself by any means necessary.

His wings lowered and his hand glowing red hot ready to burn whomever it was that was following him, though he had a pretty good idea who it was based on the scent. He waited and waited before finally springing out letting out and heading straight for (y/n).

*My POV*

I heard something break through the waterfall and as quick as I could I rolled out of the way and Warren slid across the ground, his wings extended and his hand burning red hot. Once he saw it was me, he stood down but his hard blue eyes glared daggers right into my soul.

“Why did you follow me?”

“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt.” I simply answered. He chuckled icily and said.

“For what? Just to gloat some more on how you were better than me? To flaunt your killing before me? Just because you killed the acid spitter and probably the first being to ever kill those bastards?!”

“Warren you got me all wrong.”

“Oh do I?” he snapped.

“Yes. You may think I’ve been trying to steal your spot of being the Beta, or abusing my power being Deacy’s mom.”

“Then why would you face that dragon alone so irresponsibly? Only a rotter would face those dragons on their own without knowing what to do.”

“You wanna know why I stepped in? The truth. It’s because I know how important you are to my son!” He just looked at me before turning away shamefully and he said.

“Not anymore. After what I did to Kisara, he’ll banish me. Just like everyone’s wanted of me.”

“Okay I admit Stephen did admit that you do come off as—” he glared right at me daring me to finish that sentence. “Complicated. But listen, I get what you’re going through—” he snorted out coldly as he placed his hand over his face as his laughter got colder and colder. Suddenly he came right up into my face and said.

“You don’t know a thing about me. I’ll commend your bravery for coming after me but now I’m giving you one last chance to turn back and go to your friends and son. If you don’t I’ll be sure to finish what I started when I first brought you here.” He then took off flying.

But of course if there’s one thing about you haven’t figured out about me and if there’s anything I’ve learned from the Winchester brothers, it’s how to be stubborn.

I tried my best to not be seen by him as I continued to trail behind him even as the sun started to rise and morning finally came. Of course Warren tried to throw or blowout as many fire balls as he could trying to get me to go away but I was persistent. Plus I even got to check off that the suit was dragon fireproof thanks to the scales Deacy had added.

I don’t know how far I walked just to keep up with him but I knew that we were as far away from the den as possible as we were now out in the open meadow. As I continued to follow behind him, finally he landed before me and he demanded.

“Why must you keep following me?!”

“Persistence. And I promised myself that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“Since when? All I ever did was threaten you why would you make a promise to protect me!?”

“Because you and I aren’t so different Warren.” He scoffed but I continued, “Look, I know what you’ve been through, survival or die. Trust me I had to fend for myself when I was just 10 years old. And yeah that may not mean much to a dragon, but to us humans I didn’t even know what having a credit card was at that age. I lost both my parents, I had to watch them die at the hands of Vampires, and unlike Stephen I never found the nest that killed them. I had to live with the guilt of losing them every day because I didn’t do anything to fight back. The same way you couldn’t have prevented your scouts, your brothers of the same species from being killed because of you losing your hearing.”

“Damn it Stephen.” He muttered angrily.

“Deacy also told me the truth. But don’t go blaming them. It’s because of them you at least were given a home. No one else would’ve taken you in, right? Or you’d be dead because you’re practically deaf. You wouldn’t hear any trapper or hunter coming your way right? They saved your ass Warren, and I’ll be damned if I just let you fly away and get your dumbass killed!”

If I was going to get through to Warren, I would have to resort to using my mom voice that I had to use with Deacy or the boys whenever they got out of hand. And Deacy sure did give me practice especially once he got to his teenage phase. Plus if Warren wants to have a verbal battle, I’ll give him one.

With my eyes almost going as cold and strong as his eyes, his eyes softened slowly and he seemed to back down and lower his guard but only slightly. At least with those signs I knew I was getting somewhere with him. I took a step forward but little did I know that that would be the biggest mistake of my life.

Suddenly the ground opened up from underneath us and the two of us fell into a 10 feet deep hole. From above I heard the sound of steel bars closing up at the top. Soil and dirt poured down on top of us. Both Warren and I groaned and he looked up and growled.

“Damnit! Dragon trap.” He slowly got up while I groaned trying to turn myself on my back. For some reason I kept hearing this beeping sound.

“What is that?” I saw Warren stand up and he flew up about halfway up the hold before hissing out.

“Shit! Sensory tracker. Now Percy’s gonna know exactly where we are and send his dragons to collect us.”

“Wait….a dragon hunter has dragons?”

“I know you wouldn’t expect it, but yeah. And you had the privilege of killing one of them yesterday.”

“Wait, you mean those acid spitters? They belong to him?” I asked. He flew back down towards me and said.

“Yeah.”

“But how? I mean how does he control them? I thought all dragons could turn into a human state to hide themselves from people like us.” Warren sighed heavily

“All of us can, but those dragons are in a class of their own. If used the right way, their poison can be used as a mind control serum. And Percy—he’s cracked the formula. He’s built himself an army of not only trappers and hunters, but at around 14 of those dragons. Throughout our years encountering them, we’ve only managed to kill 4. They’re not easy, and they’re relentless. And thanks to their own poison they’re slaves to Percy’s will.”

“Jesus.” I slowly pulled myself up and leaned myself against the wall of the hole. “Is there any way of melting those bars?” Warren flew up and tried to melt the bars with his hands but they didn’t melt.

“It’s no use, iron-forged in dragon fire metal. We’re pretty much sitting ducks until those dragons come to collect us.”

“But they won’t be able to melt the bars right?”

“Not even close. Their acid can melt practically anything, including that type of steel forged metal. That’s why we never try to fight them off with our own fire.”

“What do you mean?”

“Their acid is practically flammable, when combined with any type of fire…..”

“It causes a chemical reaction. In other words ka-boom.”

“Bingo.” Warren bluntly stated as he slide himself down on the ground.

“Well we can’t melt the bars, can’t cut through them nor unlock them. So our best bet is to dig ourselves out.”

“Yeah that’s crazy in itself. We’re exactly 10 feet under, even if you could dig out, you’d suffocate less than a minute once the amount of dirt closes in on you.”

“I once had to dive 12 feet underwater just to save a kid from a ghost. I was in that water for 6 minutes before I finally took hold of the kid and swam him back up to the surface. Plus we can’t just sit here and wait. We’d be giving Percy what he wants, and I’m not gonna go down like that.” I began feeling around the walls trying to find a soft and easy diggable spot.

Once I met with soft soil, I began to use my bare hands to dig through the thick wall of soil and rock. Grunting and sweating from the intense heat that was coming down into the hole. It was then I saw Warren kneel down beside me and he began digging alongside me. I looked at him in awe, never did I think that he’d actually help me out with something. I thought that he would’ve just sat there and watched me dig, but there he was, helping me try to dig a way out.

I don’t know how long it took, but judging by the lighting and coloring of the sky, it looked like it was the start of the afternoon, maybe late morning.

When we finally managed at least a slightly big enough hole for me to dig the rest of the way out, I said.

“Okay, I’m gonna try to continue digging up at an angle. Hopefully no rockslide happens, and…..” suddenly I was dragged away from the hole by Warren. “Whoa what the hell was…..” He placed his hand over my mouth and directed his eyes over to the hole.

Suddenly pounds and pounds of rock, dirt and soil collapsed in and closed the hole up.

My eyes widened and I looked up at Warren as he removed his hand from my mouth.

“Don’t get used to it.” And there was the stubborn, human-hating dragon once more. But at least there is kindness buried somewhere deep in there. Very deep.

The hours ticked by and right now the sun was going pink and purple and I knew from my years of being outside, the stars would soon be up. With no other way out, Warren had fallen asleep around late afternoon and had been asleep since then, while I just sat there trying to think of a way to get out before those dragons came.

It was then I heard the sound of whimpering and moving soil. I looked in front of me to see Warren tossing and turning in his sleep. His face pained in fear as he was groaned and crying in his sleep. Now knowing the entire truth of Warren’s past, he must either be reliving either the torture he had to endure in the ring, or relive nearly dying in the flash flood.

My mother instincts took over as I slowly approached Warren. I silently crawled on my hands and knees so that I wouldn’t disrupt him and cause him to panic due to his PTSD. Once I reached him, I cautiously reached out and stroked the tuff of his curly blonde hair and whispered.

“Shhh, shh. It’s okay Warren, relax. You’re no longer there, Deacon and Stephen saved you.” But he still didn’t stop grunting or crying. I even saw tears falling down onto the ground wetting the soil. Ohh the poor guy. But then an idea suddenly came to my mind.

I know it’s childish but it helped Deacy every single time when he’d have nightmares as a dragonling. I sighed softly and kept stroking his hair as I softly began to sing.

Look to the stars,

My darling baby boy.

Life is strange and vast

Filled with wonders and joy.

Face each new sun

With eyes clear and true

Unafraid of the unknown

Because I’ll face it all with you.

*Warren’s POV*

All I kept seeing was nothing but water. I tried to break free but I couldn’t. My ears began ringing until they finally popped and I felt myself drowning. That was until I heard a voice, it—was singing to me. Suddenly my dream faded and I opened my eyes to see Deacon’s mother hovering over me.

It was her that was singing so angelically. The only other person who sung like that to me was my mum. Seeing her like this from the rays of setting sun gave her this motherly aura and now I began to understand why Deacon was so protective and caring for her. Because she was caring for him.

By the end of the song, she softly smiled down at me and stroked the hair that had clung to me from my sweat. Before I could say anything, she suddenly looked up and even with my nearly deaf ears I could still hear the sounds of dragon wings.

They’ve come.

“Listen to me; when they break those bars, I need you to fly as fast as you can back to the den.” She told me urgently.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t turn back for anything. Once you get there give this to either Sam, Dean or Cas.” She handed me her dragon helmet and I said to her again.

“Hold on, what about you?”

“I’m gonna be your scapegoat.”

“Scapegoat? Are you joking?!”

“Look there’s no time, as soon as those bars are melted I’m gonna provoke one of them to send their tail down so I can crawl up and get out of here. Then once they’re gone, you get out of here.”

“You’re bloody insane you know that?”

“Been told that once or twice. But promise me, whatever you do. Do not tell this to Deacy. He can’t get involved. Stephen told me what he planned to do to him, I’ve known for over a week about this guy and refuse to allow him to hunt my son any longer.” It was then we heard the growls and snarls of the acid-spitters.

Suddenly one of them tried to break through the bars as it roared and snapped its jaws at the bars trying to bite through it. We both went up against the wall and that’s when she took out a knife and carefully aimed it at the dragon that was trying to bite through the bars. When it lodged itself into its neck, it reared and cried in pain before glaring down at her.

“Yeah c’mon you ugly bastard. Show me your tail, give me the tail, give me the tail. C’mon, c’mon hit me. Hit me!” It first melted the bars with it’s acid which made the two of us jump as far against the wall as we could. Once the bars melted away, a tail began to repeatedly poke downward trying to reach us.

A knife came out from underneath her wrist and she mouthed out for me to go as she roared and quickly stabbed the tail which sent her right up with the four acid-spitters.

*My POV*

Suddenly I was lifted up and I found myself surrounded by 4 of the acid-spitter dragons. I tried to take my knife back but apparently I had dug it so far into the skin of the tail, it was practically embedded into it. The four dragons snarled and glared at me as I chuckled nervously before quickly raising my free arm and tested out the paralyzing needles I had installed.

With just a click of my bottom wrist, I can eject out small needle-like mini-darts filled with paralyzing drugs enough to take down an elephant (curtesy of my ‘stealing’ days when I was younger and rummaged through some hunter equipment). However the needles did little to nothing for these guys as the dragon who I was stuck to, suddenly whipped it’s tail sending me flying several yards away.

I rolled along the grassy ground as the 4 stalked towards me, baring their fangs and saliva dripping from their mouths.

“Time to go.” I muttered quickly as I took off running as fast as I could. I could hear either the sound of thunderous footsteps or wings flying above me.

I zig-zagged as best as I could to try and avoid them, acid was literally raining down from above me and I was about an inch from being disintegrated like the toons did in ‘Who framed Roger Rabbit.’

Suddenly one of the dragons slide in front of me blocking my path. It reared itself up before slamming down trying to pin me down but thanks to my quick thinking I managed to roll underneath to get to it’s soft underbelly.

Thank god I listened to Apophis when he said the best way to attack a dragon minus it’s wings or tail is to go for the soft underbelly, so taking activating my under knife once more I managed to slide and make a deep, long cut along it’s stomach which forced it to drop dead.

I continued racing on ahead trying to reach the trees that were just ahead of me. Suddenly I felt something lightly pinch my neck. At first I thought it was a bee sting or even a mosquito bite, that was until I suddenly felt my legs turn to jelly and I just collapsed right there on the ground.

Shit, I’ve been hit.

My vision was growing fuzzy within seconds and I could barely breathe. I saw the three remaining dragons surround me and then my vision went black.

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