#jo harvelle fan fiction

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Move On

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: MCD, angst, minor fluff

Summary: Jo Harvelle is having a hard time getting Dean to open up to her. She gets help from an unexpected stranger that is a little too eager for this to work.

Square Filled: dean/jo harvelle (2022) for @spnaubingo​

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

Jo walks into the local cafe while her crush and his brother are doing some research back in the motel room. She’s been stressing the entire walk over to the cafe because she doesn't know the drink the man she likes loves. She’s been crushing on him for a few months, and she doesn’t even know his drink order.

Thankfully, there is a line which gives Jo time to think about what she’s going to give him. Her nervous energy is what makes you look up from the book you’re reading. You’re sitting in the corner away from everyone else because you hate big crowds. You’d rather stay in and read than be out in public with a bunch of people around you.

Jo fiddles with her fingers the closer she gets to the front, and you decide she’ll be the person you help today. You put your book back into your bag and head over to her.

“Can’t decide what to get someone?” you ask, startling her.

“How did you…?”

“Honey, I’ve been there one too many times. I’ve tried ordering for someone when I didn’t know their preferences.” you laugh. “Whoever he is, get him a caramel macchiato. It’s sweet and sugary. My man really likes that stuff. He drinks it like it’s water.”

“How do you know it’s for a man?”

“You wouldn’t be acting this way for a woman, would you?”

“No, I guess not,” she chuckles.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Joanna but my friends call me Jo.”

Jo’s up next, so you let her order her drinks. The barista gives her a weird look but doesn’t comment on why she’s giving her that look. You and Jo move off to the side when she pays, and you two chat while she waits for the drinks to be ready.

“So, what do you do?” you ask.

“I own a bar with my mom. That’s more of a side gig at the moment. I travel the country helping people who need it,” Jo keeps it vague. “What about you?”

“I was kind of doing that before, but I’m really into helping others in the way a guidance counselor is.”

“Oh, you work at a school?”

“Sure,” you nod once. Jo wants to comment on your strange answer, but then she thinks about her crush and becomes nervous again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just about to meet up with the guy I really like. Him and his brother are doing some research for something they’re working on. I just know nothing about him. I want to get to know him but he won’t let me.”

“What’s his name?”

“Dean Winchester. He’s super nice and funny, but he can be a hard ass that doesn’t like to show his emotions half the time.”

“Yeah, my husband is like that sometimes. It can be a bit of a pain and it can seem like you’re putting in more work into the relationship than he is, but don’t give up on him. It’s so worth it in the end. I promise, he’ll warm up to you when he’s ready.”

“He does the same job as me so I get to travel with him and his brother, but it seems like whenever I try to get close to him, all he does is push me away.”

You’re about to answer when one of the baristas calls Jo’s name. She called her twice, but it’s like Jo didn’t hear her.

“Ma’am? Your drinks are ready.”

“Oh, thank you.” She grabs them and places them into a drink carrier. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N, but I have to go now.”

“Please don’t give up on someone like him. I find they’re the best kind of people.”

“I won’t,” she smiles.

You watch her walk out of the store and down the sidewalk until she disappears. The smile on your face falters a bit as you fiddle with your hands nervously. Jo makes it back to the motel fairly quickly, and she hands Sam the tea he likes.

“Here you go,” she says and sets the coffee in front of Dean.

Dean reads the sticker on the cup and looks at her with a questionable look on his face.

“This is my favorite drink. How did you know? I’ve never told you this.”

“There was this woman at the coffee shop who helped me. So, did you two find anything?”

“The cursed object is located in the public library across town. We’d have to wait until it closes to reach it. Apparently, it’s pretty popular in town. As soon as we get it, we need to get the hell out of this town because people will know it’s missing.”

“Let's do it.”

Dean takes a sip of his coffee and closes his eyes in thought. His hands shake slightly but Jo thinks it’s because he hasn’t eaten all day. The trio waits until it’s after closing time to head to the library. There is a back door that employees use that Sam can break into. Dean parks in the back so that he’s out of the public view just in case anyone were to drive by.

“Stay here. Holler if someone comes,” Dean says.

Jo’s pretty new to hunting so she doesn’t question Dean’s orders. Her father was a hunter, and she grew up with him telling stories about his adventures. She knows how to shoot a gun and take care of herself if a monster were to show up, but she has a lot to learn and a long way to go.

Jo takes out her phone to play a game when she notices someone running through the backroads that go past the library. She waits for the figure to come closer only to realize it’s you. What’s the harm in talking to you while she waits? You’re a stranger, but she felt safe when she was with you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you doing out this late?” she says and walks closer to you.

“Hey, Jo! I find running at night better when the sun isn’t beating down on me. Less of a chance to get a sunburn,” you laugh. “Hey, how did it go with your man?”

“He’s not my man,” Jo blushes, “but it went well. Do you have any other advice on how to handle men like him? I want to ask him out but I don’t know how.”

“Well, my husband loves being alone rather than going out. He hates big crowds, and I’m assuming your man is like mine. So, if you were to ask him out, it’d have to be just the two of you. If you’re really serious about him, then maybe you can suggest going on a drive with the windows down to get some burgers and beer. I promise you, he won’t be able to resist.”

“What should we talk about? Like how can I get him to open up about himself?”

“You have to make him understand that you’re not going anywhere. By being alone, it will let his guard down. He needs that trust and security, and then he’ll talk about his feelings all the time.”

“How do you know so much about this?”

“My husband is the same exact way. I guess people with similar interests flock together. Plus, I’m a guidance counselor. It’s kind of in my blood to help.”

Jo looks back at the library and sees Sam and Dean make their way to the back door through the first floor windows.

“Hey, I got to go. Thank you for all your help.”

“Good luck,” you smile and take off running again.

All three of them climb into the car and leave the scene before someone sees or notices their precious artifact gone. With it safely in the box, they can rest easy knowing no one else is going to die. They’ll leave in the morning since it’s pretty late.

“Hey, Dean? Did you want to go for a drive? We can stop for burgers and beers. I’m pretty hungry.”

Dean and Sam look at each other and have one of their silent conversations. Dean shrugs and grabs his jacket. He’ll never say no to beers and burgers.

“Sure, why not?”

Your advice really works on Dean because Jo has been getting somewhere with Dean that she couldn’t get before. She never saw you again after leaving that town, but she kept your words close at heart. She wouldn’t allow Dean to push her away because she feels strongly about being with him.

He wasn’t too fond of jumping into another relationship, but the more he hung out with Jo, the more he realized that he really likes her. If she’s going to be in his life, then he can’t keep blowing her off or treating her anything less than what she deserves.

He has to come clean to her.

Dean takes her on a picnic date on the outskirts of town where there is a beautiful cliff overlooking the mountains below. Jo never expected Dean to take her here much less plan a picnic, but she isn’t complaining.

“Listen, Jo, I have something to tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t mean to push you away or disregard how you feel. There’s a reason why I’m so closed off.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Dean takes out something from his pocket and shows her a simple diamond ring in the palm of his hand.

“I had a wife before we met, but she died three years ago. She was a hunter and she joined me on a hunt. Sam was sick and couldn’t go. She died because of a miscalculation on my part. I couldn't seem to move on for the longest fucking time.” He looks at her with tears in his eyes. “Then I met you, and I’m starting to see that even though I loved my wife and still do, I’m allowed to let someone else into my life the way I did with her.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean,” she whispers.

Jo leans in slightly and Dean meets her halfway. You watch from the trees behind them with tears in your eyes and a smile on your face. You did it. You did what you said you were going to do the moment you died in your husband’s arms.

You helped him move on, and now, you can too.

Dean pulls away from Jo and starts to get the food out of the picnic basket when he notices something moving in the trees behind them. He sees his wife walking away in a white dress before misting away completely as if you never existed.

He always had a feeling you were watching over him.

x

Follow my library blog @aqueenslibrary​​​​​​ where I reblog all my stories, so you can put notifications on there without the extra stuff :)

#dean winchester #dean winchester x jo harvelle #dean x jo #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst #supernatural #supernatural fiction #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fluff #supernatural angst

[vallygirl285]

Merry Christmas to my Chestervelle mutuals! This is a story I posted a while back but figured I would repost for the holidays.

#jo/dean #jo harvelle #dean winchester #chestervelle #chestervelle fan fiction #chestervelle fanfiction

[fromkenari]

NASCAR, Pabst, chicks with perky nipples, Hot Pockets, flash bang salutes, and Slashdot -- all were easily in the top ten things Ash was thankful for this year. And last year. And the year before that one.

He was a simple man, really.

So, to celebrate this time of thanks giving -- his feet were put up, a cold one was in his hand, and a selection from his most stimulating reading material laid open on his lap. Days just didn’t get much more relaxing than this.

“Ash!” a woman barked, breaking the silence of the empty bar.

Now, normally, the inherent command in that particular voice would have warranted Ash's rapt attention, but today? Hell no. This was a holiday and therefore, his day "off."

Ash twisted his profile toward the sound; his eyes sliding away from the near-impossible and arousing angle of Ms. Jersey Vine’s pose on a foldout deck chair. “Yes, ma’am?” he slowly drawled over his shoulder.

Propping the door to the back half of the Roadhouse was Ellen Harvelle with her plaid sleeves rolled up and hair held loosely in a handkerchief -- apparently, it was a cleaning day. “You hungry?”

“I ain’t full,” Ash offered with a slight shrug of his pale shoulders.

“Jo’s cooked a meal--that bird Ethan trapped, potatoes, and some rolls.”

“And a pecan pie!” a second voice chimed in and garnered his full attention.

Ash felt the need to clarify his previous answer. “Hell then, I’m famished!”

There was a flash of a crooked smile and flick of an unruly mane when Ash quickly abandoned his roost. The gravelly sound of Ellen’s laugh was punctuated by the muted slap of the forgotten magazine hitting the bar.

“Your hands clean?” Ellen asked, fixing Ash with an incisive look as he passed through the doorway.

“That depends on your definition of 'clean.'”

Jo snorted, but her mother raised a brow. “Wash up,” Ellen cautioned evenly, “or no pie.”

Ash immediately detoured toward the double sink and cleared his throat to catch the attention of the young blond wearing a flowered apron. “Hand me that soap there, Jo.”

With a smirk, the green Lava bar was lazily tossed in his direction. “You’re such an easy sell, Ash.” Jo chided as she carried a stack of tall plastic cups to a long oak table with place settings for five.

Ash cast Jo a wayward glance as he scrubbed until his knuckles were raw. “My eBay history would agree with that statement.”

17 years, and I'm still all speed-writing and dialogue. Anyway, I wrote this character study on Ash from Supernatural on Livejournal in December 2006.

#ash spn #ellen harvelle #jo harvelle #supernatural #holy shit it still holds up #and still sounds like i wrote it #fan fiction #spn fic #out of credits

[baezdylan]

🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝

for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love

OOOOOOO I LOVE!!!!! ten emojis -> ten blogs

everything's under the cut ⤵️

@a-dash-in-the-middle resident holden caulfield (just kidding, dash is todd anderson 🥰) you can't NOT like her blog because it is genuinely the most interesting, fantastical, versatile place on earth. it's like if the maze from the shining was starring in a fantasy or sci-fi film instead of a stephen king adaptation. the award for the most original tag essays goes toooooooo. dash always has something thought-provoking and brilliant to say. (even though she doesn't see it that way, but that's why she's todd) maddeningly creative. book recs are her weapons. if you check out her blog you'll probably encounter a bunch of dragons she adopted. (also her son is logan huntzberger 👀)

@brian-ur-bruh THE LEGEND!!!!! steve the hair harrington has nothing on jules. fiercely unique, KILLER MUSIC TASTE, wonderfully artistic and all in all an exceptional person. i call jules jules because of julian casablancas, need i say more? worships the only band ever aka the clash (here's the famous side blog: @capital-radio-three) fantastic guitar player!!!!! (did this amazing cover of "someday" with his band which he should brag about waaaaay more than he does)

@all-seeing-ifer JO MARCH OF TUMBLR!!!!!! the only person who i would trust with jo and laurie. talking with isabel is like sitting on the porch of your childhood house with your best friend, sharing a drink and feeling content with how everything turned out in the end. poetic watching the orange orange orange sunset kind of thing. just pure comfort and all things theatre. never fails to bring a smile on my face and continues to amaze me with their indescribable kindness and cleverness.

@paradigmx soooo easy to talk to. real cool (XTC FAN!!!!!!) and insightful. crazy smart. understands my detail-oriented craziness. will probably end up enriching your watchlist. you thought fox mulder was a fictional character? no, it's @paradigmx

@nightofthelivingpoet THE ROBERT TO MY ZOË!!!!!!! once accidentally bullied her into making a little women side blog. we are both rory gilmore-coded and will probably be crazy about academics all over your dash. say weird stuff like 🌌i love studying🌌. gracie's blog -> an enchanted forest. 99% sure that my rob pattz here is a time traveller. (it's ok i am too 🤭)

@quaffles-with-syrup MY PARTNER IN FANDOM CRIME!!!!! you might be familiar with stephen king's it, but only the two of us GET it yk? the ben hanscom to my stanley uris. immaculate energy. can change the world just by existing naturally. made out of bookish-ly real magic and correct opinions.

@wilsoncology UNDERSTANDS MY LOVE FOR MEDICINE, I AM SMILING SO BRIGHT RN!!!!! i just think of our likestorm-ing sessions and my day is already made. showers me with pictures of lisa cuddy which is the most you can do for tumblr user jochase really. wonderful artist, wonderful scientist, makes amazing edits, reblogs amazing content. don't think they realise how cool they are, but no worries i'll make the entirety of tumblr write poems about my fellow rsl enthusiast so it's fine <3

@crystalclrs is into everything i'm into, i make a profession out of stalking beth's blog (it's not my fault it's basically an art gallery????) could singlehandedly fly the tardis, i'm sure of it

@jonismitchell just thinking about arden's writing is making me tear up :") (check out her substack) every single word that she's written and i read is a part of this captivating, relatable, heartfelt mosaic of all things exceptional i keep in a special brain pocket of mine.

@freakwiththeknifecollection my daily dose of comfort is completely dependent on emily!!!! brighter than a sunflower, kinder than peeta mellark and as cool as jo harvelle. 🥰

#💌restless wind inside a letter box💌 #ask game #this is such a jo ask game the ultimate emma woodhouse move #you all better follow each other

[milfycas]

Help! I’m trying to remember a fic I read on AO3 but can’t find it. Basically it’s deans first relationship with a man (yay destiel) and Jo is extremely jealous and try’s to break them up. At one point Jo kisses dean and they get in a huge fight because he’s with castiel. All else I really remember is Cas has a nice house with a pool and Jo comes over in a skimpy bikini.

#supernatural #fan fiction #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #jo harvelle #ao3

[whatdoyouthinkmyjobis]

Hunters on the Hellmouth

masterlist

first chapter

previous chapter

AN: Inspired by events in BTVS 7.22 “Chosen.” Here’s a cheat sheet for keeping track of the Potentials.

Thank you for coming with me on this journey. If you think this story was worth five years of my life, please reblog any part of it (or every part of it).

Warning: Character death. Gore.

Chapter 43: Awake

Beautiful, Spike thought. No wonder she didn’t want to come back.

He felt warm and light, like he was floating in tropical waters. Beyond his closed lids, he could sense something bright, but he couldn’t will his eyes to open. He was happy. Peaceful. Heaven had to be even better than this; although, he didn’t expect to experience it. Hell was waiting, but it could wait another minute.

No. Spike tried to move. The soft warmth that embraced him held him tighter. It felt reassuring. He wanted to go back to sleep.

He had to get up. He had to go somewhere. Where?

Comfort gripped him. He was light. Floating. Guilt-free. Was this righteousness?

Spike groped around his mind for something solid. A feeling. A memory.

Where was Buffy? That had to be it, didn’t it? Spike tried to picture her face. Her downturned eyes alight with laughter.

His throat grew dry as he dwelled on her. His skin felt like it would crack. If he lost focus for one moment, he slipped back into warmth and security.

The sharp slope of her nose. The alluring angle of her neck. The lilac smell of her skin.

A cry of agony replaced his peace. If felt like a hot wind would tear his skin from bone if it didn’t cook him alive first. Everything felt unbearably hard.

With herculean effort, Spike opened his eyes. He fell to the ground, scraping his palms against the sidewalk, coughing as if he’d been buried in sand. Even the fading sun felt too bright.

Hello, said a voice in his head. I am relieved to see you.

“Me too, Feathers. You weren’t going easy on me, were you?”

No, I did my best to suppress you. We’ve been wandering around Sunnydale for hours.

Hours? He had to get faster at breaking through. Hours was long enough to lose everything.

Spike, we’re not alone.

Spike could feel it behind him. He got up slowly and turned to see a Bringer -- an eyeless spy -- a few paces behind him. “Enjoying the show?”

It drew a blade from its belt.

The glint of a knife failed to stir any emotion. The creature may as well have brandished a toy for all the alarm it raised in Spike. Who was a Bringer to a divine being like him?

The Bringer charged. Spike raised his hand, catching the creature by its head. A second. A cry. A corpse, eyes burned out from a glimpse of the horribly holy.

Spike’s second tussle with Castiel was shorter, though no less draining. As he pushed himself back up off the street, the sun gave one last gasp before giving up to night.

Night in Sunnydale.

Spike looked around to get his bearings. Storefronts, old brick buildings, and -- he let out a sharp laugh when his eyes landed on the ‘67 Impala. “Were you just aching to see your mates?” he asked his angel passenger.

No. As you’ve grown stronger, I’ve found you more and more difficult to steer.

The lights blazing in the Winchesters’ apartment window flipped off. A minute later, the purring of an engine stopped. They were turning off the generator for the night lest it attract vampires and Bringers.

The sound of Spike’s beating heart would attract monsters, too; not that he needed to worry. Rather than have a brawl in the street, he decided to head up the stairs and drop in on the Winchesters.

A few minutes after Spike had knocked, the locks clicked open, and Sam threw open the door, embracing Spike in a bear hug.

“Where were you?” Sam asked before shouting back into the apartment, “Guys, it’s Spike!”

You seem surprised by Sam’s affection, Castiel said.

“Come in. We’re just doing research.” Sam smiled warmly.

Buffy appeared at the end of the short hall, a faint flush on her cheeks, a large grin on her lips. “Thank god, you’re okay! You freaked us out with your disappearing act.”

She cares about you, Castiel said.

Shut up! Spike batted at the better angel in his mind.

Sharing his mind -- his darkest fears and dirtiest secrets -- with any creature was Spike’s least favorite part. He’d rather remember his cruelest kills then have another being picking at his scabs.

Inside, the candle-lit living room looked cozy. Homey. Dean and Bobby gave brief hellos before returning to scour through books Spike himself had studied many times. He knew exactly what they were looking for. “Still trying to find an escape route?” he asked Sam.

Sam nodded somberly. “They’re determined. But I’ve read through all the books we have, and there’s not a single chapter called Sam Gets To Live.”

“Not funny,” Dean grumbled.

Sam looked at Spike and shrugged.

This is where Sam and Dean live? Castiel asked. For some reason, I expected more neon beer signs.

“You want a beer?” Dean asked.

“I’ll get some.” With a downcast look, Sam didn’t even wait for a response. “I don’t feel like looking at books right now.”

Spike sat in an armchair across from Bobby. Buffy had reclaimed her seat on the worn leather couch beside Dean. She looked happier than she had in weeks. It wasn’t a leap to imagine them gathered around a dinner table, Bobby carving a turkey, Dean bouncing a blonde baby on his knee, Buffy -- surrounded by family and friends -- glowing with happiness.

He imagined the scene with Sam, of course. Whenever he tried to imagine Sam gone, sacrificed to the Hellmouth to save them all, it broke the spell. In that scenario, Spike imagined Dean hollow-eyed, sour beer on his breath, looking for a fight every night. He imagined Buffy rescuing Dean over and over, trying to save him from his own depression until it finally swallowed him whole.

Spike couldn’t let that happen.

Buffy’s eyes kept darting to him. Finally, she gave up on her book. “Where did you go? Jo said you got all weird and left.”

“Just needed to think,” Spike said.

Sam returned with an armful of beers. “We’re glad you showed up when you did. We were thinking about sending out another search party.”

“For me?” Spike asked with genuine surprise.

“The whole lot of us went Marco Poloing for you for a few hours.” Buffy’s eyes were soft and glowing. “You’re important to us. Sunnydale at night? Come on.”

You’re important to us. Her words sent a warm ripple through Spike’s body.

You still love her, Castiel observed.

Seriously, I don’t need a highlight reel, Spike shot back. I love her, yes, but I don’t crave her. And she doesn’t need me. Dean will take care of her just fine.

“You missed Castiel’s funeral,” Buffy said.

“Not Cas,” Spike and Dean said in unison. They locked eyes for an awkward second before Dean added, “Jimmy, his vessel.”

“Got an inside look, thanks.” Spike sipped his beer. It was warm, but he didn’t mind.

Was the funeral nice? Castiel asked. Jimmy deserved something nice.

Spike sighed internally. “I’m sure everyone ‘ad a good sniffle.”

Sam nodded. “We weren’t sure about his religion, so Keisha sang some hymns, Rachel recited the Mourner’s Kaddish, and Maya made a flower garland for his remains for good measure.”

That sounds lovely, Castiel said.

Bobby snapped his book shut and tossed it on the pile near where Sam was sitting on the floor. “Where are those new books you brought?”

Sam pointed to a duffel against the wall. “They aren't going to have an answer either.”

“Still worth a look,” Bobby grumbled as he got up.

It didn’t seem fair, not that the world ever had been. Sam was a good man. Kind-hearted, smart, sensitive, self-sacrificing. Why was he Lucifer’s chosen vessel? Spike knew about the demon blood Sam had been fed as a baby. It was one of many revelations he’d made when they’d been captured by Lucifer’s minions months back. But why did the Devil want someone so good?

“I’m glad you made it back,” Spike said, looking at Dean.

“Now we’re just waiting for the Apocalypse.” Sam sipped his beer ruefully.

“Not what I meant,” Spike said.

“We’re not ready, anyway,” Dean said, glaring at his brother.

“Sure we are.” Sam returned the stare. “We have the key to the cage. We have a location to open it. We even have get away cars all ready for the girls. All we need is Michael.”

Michael will be here soon. I can feel him.

“And a way to save you,” Buffy said quietly for Dean who was a mix of clenched teeth and red eyes.

“What if,” Spike asked tentatively, “Michael comes soon. Tonight, maybe?”

Dean turned to him with unmasked alarm. “Why tonight?”

Spike shrugged. “I figure if the equivalent of Heaven’s bell’op can bring you two through, there’s no way the reigning angel can’t find a way through with ‘is vessel.”

I am not a bellhop. I’m a warrior class. Heaven doesn't even have bellhops.

“Then I say yes, and we end it,” Sam said firmly.

“No,” Dean said, quietly.

“What’s the point of opening the cage if we can’t get Lucifer in?”

“Goddamnit, I will push the asshole in myself before I let him possess you!” Dean snapped.

“You ain’t strong enough to hold the Devil, anyhow,” Bobby said calmly, resuming his study in the old plaid armchair.

“Then I’ll get ready!” Sam countered, weakly.

“Ready?” Spike asked.

Sam sighed. He seemed more and more beaten as the conversation continued. “To strengthen my body for an angel as strong as Lucifer, well, I’d,” he scanned the group and dropped his eyes to his hands, “I’d have to drink a bunch of demon blood.”

“How much?” Spike asked, aware that wasn’t the comforting response.

Sam shrugged. “A whole demon, maybe?”

Spike took a long final pull of his beer then stood up. “Right. I’m going to leave you all to family business. I need to see if Jo taped Passions for me.”

What’s Passions? Castiel asked.

Everyone in the room looked at him just as quizzically as Castiel sounded.

“It’s dark out there, boy,” Bobby noted.

“I’ll drive you.” Sam quickly popped up and grabbed the car keys from a tray.

Spike bit back his urge to protest. It would have looked too suspicious.

They care about you, Castiel said.

Stop, please, Spike begged.

I just think that you should be fully informed before committing to this decision. People will miss you.

They’ll miss Sam more, Spike shot back as he and Sam descended the stairs. Anymore heart-warming details you feel like sharing?

I think Jo might be interested in you. Romantically.

Thanks.

“Thanks for the offer, Sam, but I’ll walk back,” Spike said once they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“That’s insane, Spike. The town is crawling with vampires and Bringers.”

That was his hope. “Look, I can’t explain it to you, but I’ll be fine. Just stand in the stairwell for a while and pretend you drove me.”

The determination on Sam’s face was clear. “You’re my friend, Spike. I don’t want you to get killed.”

Spike patted Sam’s shoulder and smiled. “As my friend, could you just trust me?”

After a moment, Sam nodded.

“Thanks, and Sam? Don’t say yes. No matter what.” With that warning, Spike turned away into the night.

“Watch out boy she'll chew you up / (Oh here she comes) / She's a maneater,” Jo sang along with the music as she flipped through a stack of CDs. The best part of crashing in this stranger’s home was the owner's extensive collection of 80s music, some of it even on vinyl.

Not long after the Harvelles arrived in Sunnydale, they, Andrew, and several Potentials had moved out of Buffy’s house and into an unoccupied brick ranch two doors down. Her mom, she’d noticed, spent her days fussing over all the girls and baking. So much baking. Jo knew this was a stress tick, but she wasn’t going to argue about fresh cornbread muffins.

Jo split her time putting on a brave face for the girls and quietly sobbing into a beer in her bedroom. She’d been given a second lease on life only to have it jerked away again. The painful memory of having her guts ripped open by a Hellhound was still hot and putrid, and the idea of going into another situation like that with the burning knowledge of what could happen made her newly healed stomach turn.

For the first time in her life, Jo Harvelle wanted to turn tail and run. Thankfully, that wasn't a problem for today. They were in a stalemate until the Winchesters found a way to spare Sam, or until Michael arrived.

She leaned back on her elbows and looked at the Potentials she’d been charged with. The youngest, fifteen-year-old Rachel, danced carefree to the Hall and Oates song currently blasting through the stereo. Like Jo, Rachel had lost her father at a young age, and she’d already seen her share of bodies here in Sunnydale. She’d survived the battle at the winery, yet she still danced.

How could Jo turn her back on a girl like Rachel?

Jo got up to dance with her until the stereo shuffled to the next song -- “Purple Rain.” Betje and Lara -- two of the strongest, most experienced girls who had both witnessed the murders of their Watchers -- stood looking out of the big picture window.

“Vot do you think they are doing?” Lara asked, arms crossed protectively. She was not one to express much other than rage.

Betje combed her fingers through her short blue hair. “No idea.”

Jo joined them peering out into the street. In the moonlight, she could made out dozens of figures looking back at her house, at Xander’s, at Buffy’s. At every occupied home remaining in Sunnydale. At this point, they were used to vampire spies, but this was the first time she had seen the creepy robed Bringers.

Jo shivered slightly. “They can’t get us in here,” she said for herself as much as for the girls.

“This isn’t our house.” Betje was all business.

“But it’s warded,” Jo reminded them. “Let them look. They can’t get in.”

The cd player shuffled again and belted out the first chords of “Bad Reputation.”

A cunning grin spread across Betje’s face. “Let’s give them something to watch.” She jumped into the middle of the room, dancing with Rachel who played air guitar. Betje sang along at the top of her lungs, for the moment, carefree.

Willow felt confident the Potentials would not destroy the house. Well, not her Potentials anyway. Ever since That Day (Buffy’s possession followed by the angels’ visit and Hecate’s appearance tended to be referred to only in whispers and ambiguities), Willow had been teaching her quartet of magically-inclined Potentials how to cast a protective shield spell. None of them were top tier fighters, but shielding the others could prove useful.

They’d started by trying to keep a paper crane still while Willow blew magical gusts of air at it. The cranes had flown all around the room. After weeks of practice, not only were Ella, Alma, Ju and Eva able to keep the cranes still, but they could also work together to cast a shield the size of a car; with Willow’s help, the size of a house.

A warm cup of tea in her hands, Willow left her mini coven as they tried to teach Margo -- who showed no magical skills at all -- how to levitate a pencil. This was the perfect night for turning in early with a book.

For a moment after she opened her bedroom door and saw Dawn making up a cot, Willow was surprised. Ever since the Potentials had arrived, Dawn had bunked with Willow and left her room to Giles. In the three weeks since That Day, Dawn had been staying with her sister at the Winchester’s apartment.

But now the boys were back in town.

“Hey, Dawnie! Just like old times, huh?” Willow said, sweetly.

Dawn groaned and flopped onto her cot.

“Oh, sweetie! Bummed about being left behind?”

“Not really. This is way better than crashing in Jada’s apartment.” Dawn propped herself up on her elbow. “It’s just -- Did you ever find a shirt that you used to wear when you were a little kid, and you couldn’t believe you were ever that small? That’s how the house feels.”

Willow sat on the edge of her bed. Pajamas and books would have to wait. “What do you mean?”

“I mean there aren’t any old times. I feel like this whole Apocalypse thing, especially That Day, sort of ripped time into before and after.” She added quietly, “Like when Mom died.”

“Things will settle down again, you’ll see. This is what? Our seventh Apocalypse? Things get rumbly, we knock them down, things chill out for a bit. It’s the circle of Sunnydale. Once the Potentials go back home, everything will feel normal again.”

Dawn shook her head but said nothing.

“You know, no one’s wanted to claim Buffy’s room if you want a big bed all to yourself,” Willow said with a pleasant smile.

“Nah, I’d rather crash with you if it’s okay.”

Unzipping her bag, Dawn pulled out a familiar pair of sushi pajamas and Mr. Gordo. She hugged the plush pig to her chest. “Assuming we all live through this, do you think Buffy and Dean are going to get married?”

That question threw Willow for a loop. She still hadn’t processed Buffy’s pregnancy revelation -- something she was sure Dawn was in the dark about. Married? “Where does that fall on the scale of not normal?”

Still playing with the pig, Dawn grinned. “Not all change is bad. So if we’re in a before/after situation, it’d be cool if one of those events was actually, you know, nice. Besides, a proposal after the adrenaline rush of saving the world would be super romantic.”

“Pretty sure Buffy would prefer a nice dinner. Minimal fighting.”

“I guess. That sounds like her, too.” Dawn set Mr. Gordo on her pillow. “Was there a line for the bathroom?”

Dean stripped before quickly dashing under his covers. “Ahhhh!” He’d missed the feel of his flannel sheets against his skin. His pillow that smelled faintly of Buffy’s shampoo. His bed. His home.

Returning to the road life after months in Sunnydale felt like ripping open a scab. Every little thing he used to think of as a quirk of the life -- the stale smell of cigarettes in the room, bad coffee, bumpy mattresses, scuzzy gas station bathrooms -- got under his skin. Needling reminders that he was far from home. Far from Buffy.

Apparently, he didn’t hide his irritation well. At one point, Sam had popped in Dean’s favorite Led Zeppelin tape and suggested they not speak until the state line.

But now he was home (for a little while at least) and waiting for the woman of his dreams to come to bed.

He could feel his length stiffen the moment she stepped into the room. Her hair was clipped up, exposing her long neck. Wearing only one of his t-shirts, she shivered slightly as she climbed into bed.

“Is it warm enough to have the windows open?” She scrunched up her nose disapprovingly at the small crack letting in the night air.

“We could get warm.” He grinned boyishly and removed the clip from her hair. Her tousled waves cascaded over her shoulders. “I never get tired of that.”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. “You know, I dreamed of you every night you were gone.”

He’d dreamed of her too. It was their wedding day. With Sam riding shotgun, Dean was trying to get to the church; only they kept stopping to save people. With each turn, another monster. Another innocent. Eventually, Dean’s tux was splattered with blood. He wasn’t sure if he ever made it to the altar, but he knew it was the first time in his life he’d dreamed of getting married.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he said.

The first flaming bottle crashed through the window.

Screaming wrenched Willow from her sleep. Before she could dash downstairs, a molotov cocktail smashed her window, breaking on the frame and catching fire. She yanked the flaming curtains from the wall and smothered the fire with her quilt.

Dozens of Bringers and vampires gathered on the lawn. In the middle of the crowd stood Buffy.

Willow’s vision went white.

Sam and Bobby met on the landing where the old hunter handed him an axe. “Guess Spike was right.”

“We don't know if Michael's here,” Sam said, but he knew in his gut this was the end. They had to get to Sunnydale High. He should have plenty of demons to drink there.

“Dean?” Bobby asked.

“On his way.”

“Good thing we were ready,” said Bobby.

Sam adjusted the bag of books on his shoulder. They hadn’t unpacked after arriving home. Instead, Sam and Dean had packed up their few mementos -- photographs, cards, Dad’s journal, even a few of Buffy’s things -- knowing that their time in the apartment would be limited.

They hadn’t expected it to be this limited.

Two duffels landed with a thud just outside the Winchesters’ door quickly followed by Dean and Buffy.

Buffy snapped her cell phone shut. “Dawn said it's cocktail hour over there, too.” She readied her glistening bow. “Dawn's with Giles,” she said to no one.

Smoke began pouring out of the apartment. They hurried down the stairs, away from the fire and towards the monsters.

Something heavy and snarling hit the street door.

“Ready?” Sam asked.

Dean mouthed one, two, three. He kicked the front door open and fired into the monstrous crowd.

They had barely doused the last fire when a second volley of bottles assailed the house. One crashed against a Potential’s skull, bathing her in accelerant and flame, sending the girl to the floor screaming while others tossed wet blankets on her in vain. The blankets sizzled and smoked.

The stink of charred hair still hung in the air when the third assault began.

Beyond the broken window, Giles could see Potentials streaming from the other houses. Better to fight than to burn. “Everyone grab weapons!” he shouted, shoving a sword in someone’s hands. "And shoes!"

Immediately, girls gathered at the door. The best fighters first, followed by the girls whom Willow had taught a protection spell, then everyone else. Robin had parked a school bus on the block, and Bobby had hot-wired dozens of cars in the last few weeks. They just needed to get in the vehicles and rush to the school.

This was the simple part of the night.

“Giles, we have a problem,” said Dawn, rushing down the stairs.

He passed out weapons in a flurry -- crossbow, stake, bo staff. “Bit of an understatement.”

“What’s our Plan B for if Willow goes all Hec-a-no?” She pointed outside.

Moving closer to the window, Giles saw Willow, phasing between three forms, screaming at and floating over Buffy. “I take it that isn’t your sister.”

“Nope. She called. She’s on her way to the school with the Winchesters and Bobby.”

“Lucifer still doesn't have a vessel, so at least Hecate isn’t fighting It. I suppose, if it comes down to it, we can tie Willow to the bus like a balloon.” Giles turned back to the girls waiting for his signal. “The plan hasn’t changed. Everyone go!”

Flame licked up the curtains and jumped to the ceiling. The heat in the packed house squeezed their lungs.

“We can’t fight them!” said Ju. Usually flippantly cool, now she was trembling. The vampire bite she got at the vineyard still blazed, two angry pink dots, on her neck.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Giles looked into her eyes. “Ju, you can do this. You can save yourself. You can save others.”

“But I’m not a Slayer!”

He slipped an axe into her unsteady hands and closed her fingers firmly around it. “You will be.”

Betje burst from the front door, slicing through two Bringers in one stroke. She rolled to her left, cutting a swath through the crowd.

Keisha and Lara stepped forward with aerosol hairspray and lighters, setting four vampires on fire. Other girls streamed out from behind them, plunging their stakes in the in vampire’s hearts, hacking off the heads of other monsters.

“Go! Go! Go!” Karen blocked for some of the greener girls as she fought her way to her car. She swung open the back door, shoving three girls inside with one push. “Come on!” she screamed, cursing for those left behind. She tossed Rachel and Mio in the crowded backseat and slammed the door closed.

Before Karen could shove anyone up front, something grabbed her ankles. She dropped to the driveway, air knocked from her lungs, where she saw a vampire under her car. It hissed, bared its fangs, and bit her leg. Gritting her teeth, Karen plunged a stake into the monster’s eye before scrambling into her driver’s seat. She backed up, the front wheels thumping over the vampire. For good measure, she drove over it again before throwing open the passenger door and collecting three more Potentials.

A light, the same icy blue that kept cracking through Castiel’s skin, flashed in her rearview mirror. Bodies flew threw the air. Karen gunned it.

From the across the street, Spike watched the Impala pull up to the high school and spill out its heroes -- three divine vessels and Bobby Singer. Wedged between the Winchesters, Buffy and her golden bow seemed impossibly small. The rag-tag family crept into the school, prepared to follow through with Sam’s suicide mission.

Spike lit a cigarette and took a long drag. The smoke burned his new lungs, but he kept the cough down. He’d missed smoking. “Lucifer, we need to talk.”

He waited.

“Lucifer?”

At his right hand, the image of Buffy appeared, a mixture of surprise and pleasure on her face.

“You don’t need much ceremony, do you?” Spike said.

“You’re an old friend, Spike,” she replied. “Although, you did disappoint me.” She pouted at him playfully. It struck Spike that the real Buffy would never do this. Lucifer had had access to so much of Buffy inside of Spike’s mind, but the archangel still didn’t understand her.

He still underestimated her.

Spike sucked on the inside of his cheeks. “You wanted me to hurt her.”

She grinned. “And now I don’t need you to hurt her.”

“‘Bout that.” Spike hoped the fallen archangel couldn’t sense what had been in him. “There’s no chance of winning here, is there?”

Buffy, or the cold and capricious idea of Buffy born of his broken heart and shattered mind, shook her head.

A few vampires entered the school. He wondered how many it would take to open the Hellmouth and what horrors lay beneath.

He tossed his cigarette on the grass and ground it out with his toe. “Then you can use me.”

“What?”

“Yes, the answer’s yes.” Spike held his arms wide in surrender. “I’ll be your vessel thing for the end of the bloody world.”

The-First-as-Buffy cocked her head to the side, inspecting him for cracks, for schemes. “Why? Why now?”

“Like I said. End of the world. I don’t want to see how it ends.”

“But I want you to,” she said with syrupy slowness. Stretching on her toes, she whispered into his ear, “I want you to watch her burn.”

“A fine and dandy thing for the Devil to want,” Spike shoved his hand through her chest, “but you’re still short a body. Unless you think darlin’ Sammy’s going to change his mind. Your big brother’s coming, isn’t ‘e? Pick a pony or you’ll lose the race.”

Right and left, tires squealed as carloads of kids took off for the school. Ellen, Karen, Jo, Anya, Xander, Dawn ticked them off as they escaped. She shouted at remaining pajama-clad army to get on the bus, in the safety of the shield Willow’s small coven of Potentials had put up.

“I think we’ve routed most of them,” Ella, one of the witches-in-training said, optimistically.

Dawn played along. “It’s a good thinning. Monster pattern baldness. Now we have to get in and go.”

Out of nowhere, a spear pinned Ella to the bus. Blood trickled from her mouth as she tried to pull it out.

The shield collapsed.

Before she could scream, something yanked Dawn down by her hair. She scraped her palms against the asphalt. A vampire dropped on top of her, laughing.

Dawn yanked a cross from her pocket and slapped it against his cheek.

The vampire howled but did not move.

Her stake was underneath her, grinding into her back. She felt around her for anything and came up with a rock. She bashed it into the monster’s face, snapping a fang.

Another vampire ran over and tugged on her assailant. “We gotta go, bro!”

Blood oozing from the burn and the bash, he snarled at his friend. “Not until she’s dinner!”

But there was a nervous urgency in the other vampire’s eyes. The vampire punched Dawn in the jaw before running off.

Then, Lucifer-as-Buffy disappeared, and Willow-sans-goddess fell to the earth. The sudden lack of vampire snarls and Hecate’s chorus of shouting cast an eerie quiet.

Giles rushed to where Willow lay prone on the lawn and scooped her into his arms.

Dawn stumbled onto the bus.

“Dawn! God!” Robin eased her into a seat.

The bus stank of sweat and blood. Ella hung limp on the spear just outside Dawn’s window. And beyond that. “What? Noooo! No reinforcements! Not for the bad guys!” Dawn whined.

Robin peered out the window. “Cover your face.” Using the butt of the gun, he broke the window, then raised his shotgun loaded with Bobby’s modified bullets, to his shoulder, and shot at a pair of Turok-Han that had appeared down the street.

Click. Click. BOOM!

Robin leaned out of the bus window shouting, “ON THE BUS NOW! MOVE!”

Before the monstrous vampires, stinging from the bullets, could make it down the block, the sky lit up with a blue streak of lightning, touching down where the uber-vampires stood. In their place stood a young man, tall and thin. He would have looked handsome if the sight of him wasn’t so terrifying.

“Did he just fall from the fooking sky?!” Kate shouted.

Someone shushed her. The hair on Dawn’s arms prickled. She felt the shush in her soul. Don’t draw attention to us. He. Is. Dangerous.

The remaining Potentials bolted for the bus. Giles followed, crashing into girls, Willow slipping from his arms. Their bodies jerked as Robin threw the bus in reverse.

“Who is that?” Wook asked quietly. Her close-cropped hair was matted down with glossy blood. It looked like the blood now soaking her shirt would never stop.

“I believe,” said Giles as he checked Wook’s head for the wound, “Michael has arrived.”

Blue lightning arcing from his back, the young man down the block raised his hands, sending all of the Bringers and remaining vampires into the air. With a clap of his hands, the monsters turned to mist.

Xander held his breath until the bus arrived at the school. Buffy had given him marching orders: pack his car full of Potentials and drive. Do not stop to collect Willow or Dawn or $200.

“Since when do we leave people behind?” he’d asked her.

Tears had rimmed her eyes, but she’d been too determined to let them fall. “This is beyond us. If Heaven and Hell break loose, we won’t have time to stop to look for people. Get the Potentials to the school. Save the world.”

“Dawn, Willow, Giles. Dawn, Willow, Giles,” Xander muttered under his breath. Saving the world was Buffy’s fate. He just wanted his family to be safe. “If we’re cutting deals, I can live with just Dawn and Will.”

A small, familiar hand squeezed his. Xander turned and locked eyes with Anya. “I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out of him without thinking. “I’m sorry for everything.”

Anya pursed her lips. “I’m here, Xander. If I survive, no promises I won’t take off, but for now I’m here.”

“Me too,” said a voice from behind him.

Anya and Xander both turned to look at Andrew, hand over his heart, gazing at them lovingly.

“Oh goody,” Xander deadpanned.

The bus pulled up, blood decorating the side in an ugly smear, and the door sighed open. The girls -- in pajamas, pigtails and retainers -- streamed out, their chatter an equal mix of saddened and excited.

“Did you see--?”

“She didn’t make it.”

“Do we have first aid?”

Finally, his eyes fell on Dawn, scraped and bruised but alive. She cut to the point: “Michael’s here.”

“Isn’t that good,” asked Rona, who’d escaped in his car. “Ain’t he here to put Lucifer in line?”

“It’s good in the ‘Golly, I want to die young as a sacrifice’ way,” said Anya.

Xander patted Anya’s shoulder. “Not helping.”

“Best to not gather outside. Into the school now,” Giles said.

"Oh my God, no!" shouted Anya, pointing at Willow, unconscious, in Robin’s arms.

Xander rushed to his friend's side.

"She wears those on purpose to give me nightmares, doesn't she?" Anya pointed at the offending bunny slippers on Willow's feet.

“She went full goddess, but didn’t bother to fight a single monster,” Robin explained ruefully.

“Why am I always missing this goddess thing?” Xander asked as he checked his friend out for injuries.

Anya shook her head. “No way. Dark Willow, Vampire Willow, and straight Willow are enough alternative Willows for me. I draw a line!”

“We’re at the big game without a QB. Can our B team pick up the slack?” Xander asked.

Giles looked at him quizzically. “Suffice to say, our fate would look rosier if we woke her up.”

Inside the school, the walls were covered in graffiti - of both the dumb kid and the occult varieties. A trashcan fire blazed in the hallway. Reddish-brown smears and flecks peppered the walls and floor. One streak had the distinct look of hands being dragged. An undisturbed layer of dust coated the floor. Five Bringers lay dead or dying by the office door where two more were trying to break in. Jo shot one in the head. Maya gutted the other.

Behind the door, someone moved a barricade of furniture before finally snapping the lock open. Sam peeked out of the office, grinning at them with his boyish dimples. “About time you got here.”

Buffy rushed to Dawn, sweeping her up in a tight hug. When they finally released, Buffy looked at her sister from head to toe. “Are those my pajamas?”

“Is that Dean’s shirt?” Dawn tugged on the large tee Buffy had knotted just above her jeans.

“Where are zee vampires?” asked wide-eyed Eva, visibly shaking.

Bobby, holding up the intercom, waved from inside the room.

“Exorcised,” Dean said. “They didn’t have souls, so poof.”

Robin nodded his approval. “Do you think that will work on Turok-Han?”

No one knew, so they didn’t lay odds.

Buffy took Willow in her arms and sat on the floor cradling her. “How long has she been out?” she asked quietly.

“How long was the drive?” Robin replied.

“We need her.”

“Understatement.”

Suddenly, Xander knew how to help. He leaned over and clapped his hands by Willow’s head. “Hey, Will! Time for the Algebra test!”

Willow sat up, surprised. “But I haven’t studied!” She quickly patted her body. “Okay. Dressed. Not that nightmare.”

“Different nightmare. More fangs.” Xander extended a hand to help her up.

"Speaking of nightmares--"

Giles cut Anya off. "Timing. Apocalypse."

With Buffy, the trio of old friends pressed passed the cubicles to Robin’s old office. Everything they needed to summon Hecate was laid out on his desk -- sand, candles, honey, and Artemis’ bow and arrows.

“Should be a cake walk, Will.” Xander clapped her on the shoulder. “I hear your goddess has already given a good tongue lashing tonight.”

“Cake.” Willow traced her fingers over the curve of the bow. “Mercurial, powerful cake that could swallow me. Oh! I need anchors.”

The Slayer snapped into leader mode. “Bobby, Xander, Dawn, help Will. Giles, Anya, Robin, take the north hall. Andrew, Ellen, Jo, take the south. I don’t know what the Hellmouth holds, but I’m betting it’s not a BOGO sale on shoes. We have to keep it in. Dean, Sam, girls, you’re with me.”

“Where’s Spike?” Kate asked, looking around eagerly.

“Spike took off this afternoon,” Jo said.

“He what?” cried several voices.

“No, it’s okay,” Sam said. “We saw him tonight. In fact, I saw him heading down the hall before you all got here.”

“Alone?!” squealed Rachel.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Buffy said. “Let’s go.”

Candles cast creepy shadows across the principal’s trashed office. Willow and her anchors had cleaned enough space to draw Hecate’s symbol with sand.

Placing Artemis’ weapon in her lap, Willow encouraged everyone to lay their hands on her. “Anchors don’t have to do anything. Just keep my soul from slipping into whatever soul-dimension Hecate is in. ”

“That don’t sound good.”

“It’s okay, Bobby,” said Dawn with a nervous smile. “Willow’s the most powerful witch in the world.”

“That don’t sound good either.”

Willow clutched the bow, focusing on its vibrations. Ka-thump! Ka-Thump! A strong rhythm, like a heartbeat, like a battle march.

Before Hecate’s name had finished falling from Willow’s lips, her world turned black and cold. Above her, pearl moons eclipsed one another -- two, now four, now six.

“Where am I?” Willow twisted and turned in the darkness, floating free.

In the distance, stars flickered to life in the shape of a woman with a series of smaller women in her, a nesting doll of light.

“You are in me as I am in you,” said Hecate’s alto chorus.

Willow tried to refrain from rolling her eyes. She didn’t have time for metaphysics when lives were at stake. “I heard you gave Lucifer the what for of his life. Surprised me. Those whats and fors.”

The stars in the distance flickered into an image of wings that quickly exploded into darkness. “My world is filthy with angels.”

“But you said that didn’t matter.” Willow struggled to keep her voice even. “You said they’d only destroy part of the world, part of humanity. That’s like losing an eyelash, right?”

Suddenly, the inky blackness was alight with a mural of people engaging in every human experience from the banal to the exciting. “I did not create this world, but I have enjoyed caring for it. I have enjoyed letting you humans play with magic that would normally be beyond your reach. I have enjoyed watching you walk and war, fight and feast.”

“Not to be a grammar stickler, but I’m not into your use of past tense. We humans are still alive. Michael just arrived. We can fight them!”

The glittering stars faded. “I tried to block them, to banish them to no avail. The world is infected with angels.”

“If you would just unchain Artemis--”

“No!” The stars flared so brightly, Willow had to close her eyes. “The Huntress betrayed me once. I will not count on her in this hour of need.”

Something in the distance caught Willow’s eye. When Hecate said Huntress, a star twinkled.

Focusing on the star, Willow whispered, “Artemis.” The star blinked again. Unsure how to move in this space, Willow willed herself to the star.

Without warning, something grabbed her, and they flew.

When Buffy and company arrived at the seal in the basement, they found Spike already tossing dead Bringers on it. Piled against the far wall were dozens and dozens of pale bodies.

The hairs on the back of Buffy’s neck stood on end.

“You’re not doing it,” Dean said in a low voice. “You’re not even ready anyway.”

Buffy shot Sam a quick glance. He was eyeing the bloody seal hungrily.

“You’ve been busy,” Buffy said. Something about Spike instinctively made her grip her weapon tighter. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong.

Spike smiled as he watched the blood spiral out of the Bringer, filling the goat-faced design. He swayed back and forth happily, as if he was listening to music. “Wasn’t sure ‘ow long you’d take.”

“‘Ow long we’d take?” said Kate with a smirk. “Would a been a wee bit faster ‘ad you not gone rogue.”

The small room was getting more crowded by the second as more Potentials pushed in from the hallway. Buffy stood firm across the seal from Spike, but Kate rode the wave of people closer to him.

He looked hungry.

There’s blood on his lip. What was happening dawned on Buffy in a flash of horror, but there was no time for her to cry out.

Spike patted Kate’s cheeks as she gazed at him, happy to have his attention for a moment. “He always liked your spunk and pessimism.”

Then, he snapped her neck.

Dani raised her sword to strike him, and he blasted her against the wall with a sickening crack. She fell to ground limp, leaving a streak of blood and brain behind her.

The other girls, unsure of what was happening, shuffled back toward Buffy.

Spike clapped his hands together and rubbed them gleefully. “‘ow ‘bout we unleash a little Hell?”

The seal exploded.

The school rumbled, shaking loose plaster. Jo choked up on her axe, its weight reassuring her. “So, Andrew, this gate ever opened before?”

He glanced at the ceiling while he chose his words. “I think it skipped its annual eruption last spring.”

“What’s come out of it?” Ellen asked.

“Well, I was kind of focused on surviving graduation, but I think I remember a dragony thing.”

The weight of Jo’s ax no longer reassured her. An army of vampires she could fight, but a dragon? How on earth could she keep that in the school, let alone kill it?

Something snarled behind her. Two dozen yellow-eyed vampires stood at the school’s entrance, grinning at them hungrily.

“Showtime.”

Buffy fell, the rubble of Lucifer-in-Spike’s blast battering her, cutting her, until she landed with a thud, all the air and fight knocked out of her. Roughly thirty feet above her, the door to the seal room hung open at a funny angle. The rocky stairs under the seal remained intact, though perilous, with large gaps in spots.

Unphased, Lucifer-in-Spike sat beside her and caressed her cheek. “I’ve dreamed of touching you since I landed on your little Hellmouth. I’ve dreamed of ripping off your skin and snapping all of your fragile bones. Earth’s protector is just one girl.”

Ears still ringing, Buffy patted the ground around her for a weapon. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see blurry Potentials wearily trying to stand.

Lucifer continued, “I knew Spike was obsessed with you, but now that I’m in here -- goddamn, he doesn’t think about anything else. In fact, this bastard thought he could save you by controlling me. Isn’t that funny? He’s screaming right now, wants me to leave you alone, but I want him to watch you suffer first.”

He snatched a sword that had landed near her, and plunged it into her gut.

Dean had landed near the edge of a chasm. Rachel landed closer, the hard fall of her small frame enough to widen the cracked edge of the ledge. She was barely sitting up, wiping blood from her nose, when the ledge collapsed. Dean grabbed her hand, her body stopping with a jerk and bouncing against the rock. Far below her, a slew of monsters -- Turok-Han, Gorgons, Hellhounds, Hydra -- looked up and unleashed a deafening roar.

Rachel shook her head, fat tears flowing. “Don’t let go. Please.”

A cry of pain to his right. Buffy. He tried to block it out as the monsters raced up the walls toward Rachel. “I got you, sweetheart. It’s okay,” Dean said, pulling her up.

Suddenly, Dean was flying through the air listening to Rachel scream as she tumbled into the abyss.

Spike stood over him, yanked him up by his collar and grinned at him. “Hello, Dean. Time to play.”

Willow could not twist to see what was carrying her. Whatever it was made her feel warm and safe, like sitting beside a fire.

The ka-thump! Ka-Thump! of the bow’s energy grew louder. As Willow drew closer, she saw the star was actually a glistening cage. Inside the cage, a golden figure teetering between girl and woman, trapped in a heavy sleep, lay curled on a bed of evergreen boughs.

Willow alighted near the cage, hovering in space. She turned to behold a creature at least twice her height. It had a face and hands of mirror-like molten silver. Its many wings covered its eyes and feet while another pair furled out from its back. The feathers glinted like diamonds and rattled like swords. Small arcs of lightening traveled between the tips of the wings haloing its entire being.

“Do not be afraid.” Its voice sounded like the thunder of a thousand kettle drums. It’s mouth flicked like a blue flame.

Willow tried to scurry back -- for she was very much afraid -- but there was nothing for her to push against. She twisted and turned in the void, helpless.

“Willow, I am Castiel.”

She stopped twisting for a moment and considered the possibility. “Then why am I not angel-blinded like Steph was?”

“Because you’re not physically here,” he replied. “I am also trying to mask myself as much as I can.”

“Mask what?!”

Suddenly, Hecate landed with a primal scream so deafening, Willow feared it would snap her ribs. “Get ooouuut, angel! GET OUT!”

The stars flared so brightly, Willow squeezed her eyes shut lest she go blind.

The angel held out its mirrored hands in a gesture of openness. “I have not come here to fight you or to violate your sanctity, Goddess of Witches. I am merely here as a messenger and a witness.”

Two of her heads roared at him while the crone face snapped, “Why should I believe a filthy angel?”

From nothing, the angel produced a needle-like dagger. “I offer you my blade as assurance. If you feel I am an imposter, if I am here for any purpose other than to talk, you may kill me.”

For a fleeting moment before Hecate’s snarling heads blurred back into one, her pearl eyes blew wide with surprise. Slowly, she reached out to take the blade.

Willow exhaled in relief.

Hecate twirled the blade in her hand. “What is your message, Witness?”

Castiel’s flame tongue flickered. “My brother Gabriel and I took the Winchesters back to our world. Lucifer followed.”

“I am aware.” Hecate paced between them and the golden cage. “I tried to lock all the doors upon his departure, but not even I could seal the crack through which he slipped.”

By concentrating, Willow slowly moved away from Castiel. Perhaps she could rouse Artemis while Hecate was occupied.

But Hecate was no easily distracted monster. She began to phase in and out of her three forms. One pair of pearl eyes focused on Castiel, and another fixed firmly on Willow. “What are you doing, small one?”

Willow froze. Of course Hecate would notice. I was moving with magic! “I’m doing exactly what you think I’m doing.”

One of the goddess’s heads yowled like an injured animal. “Did you think,” another face asked calmly, “that you could trick me with this ruse?”

“No trick was intended,” said Castiel. “How could we possibly hope to best you? Especially here?”

“It’s just,” Willow bit the inside of her cheek, “could I see her? She’s been powering my friend for so long.”

For a moment, Hecate closed her eyes as she phased back into one form. “After I deal with the angel.”

Confident in Willow’s obedience, Hecate turned her full attention to Castiel. She held up the blade threateningly. “What is your message?”

Castiel gave no sign of fear. “While in our dimension, the Winchesters -- of course -- stumbled upon a meeting of several gods discussing what to do regarding the angels’ war.”

“I received word of this meeting.”

“Lucifer arrived. He killed them all.”

Silence fell between them. Hecate lowered the blade.

“All?”

“Odin, Ganesh, Mercury--”

The scatter of stars on Hecate's skin faded to black.

“Even my brother Gabriel. Kali and I were the only divine survivors.”

The goddess turned away from him. She wore only one broken-hearted face as she crouched beside the golden cage. “I am not surprised you found her, small one. After all, you found her vessel.”

Willow looked to Castiel for some clue what to do, but his frightening face was inscrutable. “What did Artemis do to you?” she whispered.

Hecate reached her hand through the bars to stroke the sleeping goddess’ hair. “Long ago, there was war. I only entered into the fray on behalf of you, my witches. I feared War and Father would be the death of you.”

“I thought you didn’t care about us?”

“I lied,” the goddess said. “Unlike the other deities of this realm, I procured the keys to wander where I wish. I have seen world after world at war. The people always lose. Demons take over. I do not share your view of demons as beings of evil, but I prefer humans. Their worship is deeper, more sincere, more powerful.”

“And Artemis?”

The goddess closed her pearl eyes. “She tried to bring Father back.”

Passing her arm through the cage and resting her hand on Hecate’s, Willow said, “Friends… disappoint you sometimes. The closer they are to you, the more it hurts. But friendship means you’re willing to give them another chance. I mean, I tried to end the world once -- which you seem totally cool with?”

Something almost friendly flickered across the goddess’ face. “You tried with magic. It was thrilling.”

Willow swallowed hard. Thrilling wasn’t the word she’d have used. “Anyway, when I tried to end the world, my friends were there to stop me and help me. Right now, they’re fighting demons and angels who are trying to end the world. Let me use my magic, your magic. Let’s lead an army of Huntress-led Slayers and tell these angels to go to Hell.”

Hecate rose and stretched to her full height. Higher and larger she grew. A slight smile was visible under her moon eyes. “You have planned well.”

Artemis began to glow.

Jo gasped for air. Why did the damn exorcism have to be so long? The fighting was wearing her down. The muffled roars beneath them didn’t help.

Andrew staked the last vamp before the recording finished. He bounced on his toes, looking like a joke of a boxer.

“Kid, save your energy,” said Ellen, leaning against a door.

“But I’m doing it! I’m a Scooby, and I’m heroing.”

Ellen smiled at him warmly. It had been a long time since they’d seen a happy hunter, let alone a green one.

The smile didn’t last. The door behind Ellen swung open, sending her toppling back into a classroom. She fell at the feet of a Bringer, his wicked blade raised high.

Andrew threw himself into the room, his stake held up to block the blow. His angle was off, and the dagger sliced through his wrist.

Boom! One blast from Jo’s shotgun blew the Bringer away. She fished for more shells in her bag as more monks crawled through the classroom window.

Ellen pulled off her sweatshirt to wrap around Andrew’s gushing stump. “That was so brave,” she told him over and over, trying to keep him from panicking.

“I’m a Skywalker! I don’t want to be a Skywalker!” he screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jo struggled to keep the tremble from her voice. “Mom, we gotta go. He smells like bait.”

Andrew started to protest. “But our post!”

“Is lost! We can’t fight dragons. We’ll hunker down in the office.” Or die there.

Sam swung a sledge hammer at Spike, sending him into the pit. That should be me, he thought. Why Spike?

Sam rushed to Dean’s side just as the first Turok-Han breached the cliff’s edge. Dean’s handsome face was purple and thick, one eye swollen shut. Blood gushed from his broken nose.

“Guess I don't have to worry about saying yes.” They'd argued over the decision for weeks. Once the words spilled from Sam’s lips, they sounded like a shallow victory.

Dean, his mouth full of blood and broken teeth, tried to smile for his baby brother.

Through his tears, Sam looked around the cavern at the tattered army of girls trying to push back what the Hellmouth offered. The less-trained girls were falling left and right. He had to stash Dean somewhere and guard the spot. Guard him until they finished and could get help.

Help from where? Their army was thinning fast.

“Can you walk?” he asked Dean.

Dean coughed, spraying Sam with blood. “It’s the end of the line. You know that.”

Not again. Not again. Hot bile rose in Sam’s throat. “I don’t accept that.”

Karen picked up the abandoned hammer and with one swing, knocked the Turok-Han back into the pit.

“Whoa!” She couldn’t contain her grin. “Did you see that? God, that felt amazing! I feel amazing!”

A large demon with four curved horns and long tusks crawled out of the pit before her. She swung again, this time the demon’s face dented the hammer. “Guys, you need to move.”

With the flap of charred, fiery wings, Lucifer-in-Spike soared from the depths of the Hellmouth. He looked amused. “Sammy! I was so ready for a new toy.”

He swooped down, grabbed Dean by the collar and tossed him to the monsters below.

Xander worried he’d cave under pressure. He rolled his shoulders, but it didn’t help. He tried reaching with his free hand, but the spot was too far away.

Eyeing him curiously, Bobby asked, “Someone starch your shirts with itching powder?”

Keeping one hand on Willow, Xander shimmied uncomfortably. “It feels like a million bugs in the middle of my back and I just can’t reach!”

“Maybe it is a million bugs? Spell side effect,” said Dawn with a giggle.

Remembering the time a classmate’s textbook exploded with spiders, Xander’s shimmying increased.

Dawn scooched over to scratch Xander’s back with her free hand.

Bobby rolled his eyes.

All of a sudden, Willow’s hair and skin glowed silvery white as if she’d eaten the moon.

Everyone snapped back into place with two hands each on Willow.

“What’s happening? Did we anchor wrong?” Xander asked hurriedly.

“She’s warm! Does she feel warm?” Dawn added with equal panic.

Slowly, Willow opened her eyes, now two white pearls. As she rose, she began to phase in and out of three forms. Pinpricks of light dotted her skin. Clutching Artemis’ bow and arrows, she looked down on her awestruck anchors. “Flee.”

In a flash of light, she disappeared.

Giles’ heart pounded as he staked another vampire. He heard a wet slice and a thud before turning around in time to see a headless figure turn to dust inches away from him.

“--fortitudinem plebi Suae,” droned a recording of Bobby playing on loop over the school intercom.

Robin nodded a you’re welcome.

“Benedictus deus. Gloria patri.” The remaining vampires turned to dust.

“Oh thank God!” Robin said, relaxing his arms for the first time in what felt like eternity.

“Could he speed that tape up or does the exorcism not work at chipmunk pitch?” asked Anya, taking a seat on an overturned vending machine.

A powerful wind like a sudden tornado knocked them to the ground; an ear-piercing squeal and blinding light followed it.

Their ears still ringing, they dared look around. “What the hell was that?” Anya asked.

“Not Hell,” said Giles.

Pinned to the rock, Buffy cut her hands trying to pull the sword from her abdomen, trying to save the man she loved, but she couldn’t do more than watch as Spike tossed Dean into the Hellmouth.

The air left her lungs. Her heart stopped beating.

Lara ran up to her, pulled the sword from Buffy’s gut, and put it in her hand. She was screaming something, but Buffy couldn’t hear.

Dean was gone.

Spike -- no, Lucifer-in-Spike -- had his hands around Sam’s throat.

Karen, Julia, and Ginika took turns chopping at what looked like a violently mutated bull.

Mio lifted a Turok-Han over her head and tossed it back into the abyss.

Dean was gone.

Molly and Wook tossed boulders into the abyss, celebrating as each hit knocked a monster back into the depths.

Maya grabbed the stinging tail of a lion-like creature and stabbed it in its eye.

Using a demon’s tentacles as a rope, Betje swung up on its giant shoulders and plunged her sword into its head.

Dean was gone, but her girls were radically present. Her Potentials were Slayers.

Suddenly, the cavern shook so hard, the kicked up dust obscured everything. Rocks crumbled all around Buffy accompanied by screams and roars as the crumbling cave impartially culled the warring armies.

An eerie quiet fell over the expanse as a blue light cut through the settling haze. Across the cavern, high up, what looked like a comet had crashed through the school. Only the comet was unfolding into a handsome young man, slimmer and sadder than his brothers, with lightning arcing from his back in spectacular wings.

Adam.

Michael was barely keeping his vessel together.

A few demons ran straight for the visitor who promptly ripped them in half.

He’s running low, Buffy thought. He’s saving his energy for Lucifer.

A few demons, upon seeing their kin mutilated with ease, ran back to the Hellmouth. Several more charged Michael, weakened from his previous efforts, who resorted to beating the hoard back with his fists. Most of the demons resumed fighting the Slayers.

Buffy reached out to her nearest Slayer, Margo freshly finished with a Tuork-Han. “Tell the others we need to run. The angels are going to blow.”

Margo’s blonde curls bounced as she nodded and set off to warn the others.

Adrenaline pumping, Buffy launched into the fray. She sliced through the leg of a giant, cut off the slithering head of a demon, and threw a rock in the eye of a cyclops while trying to get to the beast who killed the man she loved.

“Hey, Lucy! Ready for round two?” she shouted.

Lucifer-in-Spike dropped Sam, gasping at his feet. “Why can’t you stay dead?”

She shrugged. “It’s kind of a thing.”

He grinned at her with a bitter hunger. With Lucifer’s flaming wings unfurled, he moved lightly through the chaos, leaving a trail of ash in his wake.

A large serpent passed between them, blocking her view. Buffy plunged her sword in its side, cutting its length. It hissed, wrapping its body around her, cracking her bones. Suddenly, the serpent exploded in a spray of blood.

She fell to the ground, coughing and coated in snake’s blood. Lucifer-in-Spike stood before her, pale blue lines criss-crossing his skin.

“Spike?” she said, “Spike, you're a good man.”

He was on her in a flash, hands around her throat, turning the edges of her vision black. She tried to kick, to punch, to pull, but it felt like fighting stone with sand. “A sad little end for a pathetic little--”

He stiffened, his eyes softened as his hands eased up. He dropped to the ground screaming and clutching his head. Spike looked up, his eyes rimmed with tears. “‘ello, love.”

Free-falling into the Hellmouth, Dean thought quickly. He couldn’t dwell on Sam or Buffy, not while they were still in danger. Not while he could still save them before he died. He jammed his hand in his pocket for the horsemen’s rings.

Before he could throw them and open the cage, Dean stopped in mid air with a jerk before slowly rising. His feet found solid ground. A hand cupped his face, and his bones shifted back into place. The pain stopped.

Willow, the now white-haired, glowing vessel of Hecate, hovered before him. In cat pajamas and bunny slippers. “You can open it?” she asked in her chorus of voices.

She’d set him on a small ledge on the other side of the abyss, giving him a clear view of the Slayer army as well as Lucifer -- prone on the ground near Buffy -- and Michael, swarmed with hell beasts and burning through Adam.

“Why’d you save me?”

One of her heads cocked to the side while the other two met his gaze. “I have never wished you or the other vessels harm. I try to not interfere, but the angels have made no such promise. To survive I must change. I have awoken the Huntress.” She held out Artemis’ golden bow and quiver.

Dean looked across the abyss once more. The Potentials -- even the quiet ones, the frightened ones -- twirled and slashed their way around and through the monsters rising from beneath. They were kicking ass, but they couldn’t overwhelm what was coming.

“Little late, Sabrina. Artemis won’t be enough.”

“My vessel tells me you are the holder of a key; you can keep the angels from ever returning to my realm. Can you open the door?”

He snatched the bow and grabbed her hand. “Get me over there.”

“William the Bloody can’t even play hero correctly.” Lucifer-as-Buffy’s voice rang in Spike’s head, judging him short. “I gave you the chance to be my right hand, and you chose stinking humanity.”

Spike remained on his knees clutching his head. Bein’ a man is my highest aspiration, he replied. For her. For her.

It took all of his focus to stay in control, to press the Devil down. He’d been reeling and trembling since letting Lucifer in. People had died while he got his bearings; Spike could still taste the blood. He'd watched in agony as his fists had beaten Dean to a pulp, as his hands had thrown his former rival into the pit -- as he'd destroyed Buffy's dreams.

Buffy cut off the head of a large hound made of maggots and kicked it away. A Turok-Han got the same. Left and right, Sam used his sledge hammer to crush demons to dust. They were protecting him.

“Killing Dean wasn’t the plan. Kind of the opposite of the plan,” he shouted over the din.

Mourning painted her face. She couldn’t even give him words.

“What was the plan, Spike?” Sam asked between blows. “Did you honestly think you could beat the Devil?”

“Didn’t you?” Each time he looked at Sam, Lucifer's rage sent a seering burn through Spike's limbs.

Spike got to his feet. “Look, I’m keeping Lucifer down. I can still trap him,” he promised. “Lock up both the feathered bastards.”

Sam shook his head. “Dean had the key.”

Something in the abyss unleashed a thunderous roar. A great dragon flew up, dark blue like the night, with piercing gold eyes; its tail knocked against the back wall, and its leathery wings stretched across the cavern.

“I don’t remember this in training!” shouted Ju.

The dragon’s throat glowed like it had swallowed the sun. It reared back and blew fire at the ceiling, cracking loose several rocks. The Slayers ran for cover. Ju screamed as a large rock landed on her leg.

Buffy, Spike and Sam were perilously close to the dragon’s wing. One stray flap would toss them into the pit.

The dragon’s throat glowed again, and it belched fire all around them. Around them. High above floated Willow, her hands out held, giving each of them protection.

All save Michael, whose own protection caused more cracks in his imperfect vessel.

Small fingers interlaced with his. The dragon, the screaming, Lucifer -- everything fell away. He locked eyes with Buffy as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Now's your chance to be the hero you were meant to be, William.”

Michael’s weak. He’s alone, Spike realized.

“Anything for you, love.” Spike took off across the room, dodging the dragon’s scaly mass and the Slayers descending upon it. Without the cage, the Hellmouth would have to do. Spike ran full force into Michael, sending him flying toward the edge.

With Spike in pursuit of Michael, Buffy turned her attention to the dragon. She climbed onto the dragon’s wing. Its head constantly swayed, knocking over Slayers and charred monsters alike. Some of the girls near its abdomen tried to slip their blades in under its scales. Pulling a dagger from her pocket, Buffy poked it through the wing, ripping and slicing as she ran toward its middle.

A tall figure ran up the dragon’s back and neck. It reared up when the person reached its head, sending him rolling back down its neck and off at the wing. He landed at Buffy’s feet, dizzy, dirty and smiling.

“Dean!”

He staggered to his feet and delivered Artemis’ bow and arrows. “Hey Girly! You miss me?”

Her heart raced, and her body warmed. The air stank of fire and blood, but she had never been happier. “Make out session later, for sure.”

“Making out? I just came back from the brink of death. That’s gotta be worth at least a blow job.”

Buffy smiled, “Surviving first.” She loaded two arrows on her bow, and fired. The arrows sank deep into the dragon’s eye, sending the creature flailing it’s head and tail. A shrinking scream pierced the air as one of the girls was knocked into the abyss. Buffy fired two more arrows into its eye as Hecate-in-Willow continued to protect them from its fiery wrath.

Lara and Keisha latched onto the arrows and swung onto its head. Other Slayers tossed them swords. One went for the other eye and the other the soft spot by the ear. The pin cushion stumbled and collapsed as the Slayers cheered.

More demons and monsters climbed over the edge of the Hellmouth.

“Where’s Sam?” Dean asked.

Buffy quickly looked around the cavern, which was rapidly filling with smoke. “You know, Sam seems so spottable until something dragon-sized pops up. Maybe he followed Spike to fight Michael?”

“Followed Spike? The Devil-possessed ex-vampire who’s sadly still a punk fan?”

“He’s in control now.” She didn’t want to place bets on how how long he could last.

“Great timing. He’s still the Devil’s suitcase.” Dean took off to where a blue light glowed beyond the dead dragon.

Buffy resumed her fight, calling on the girls to retreat to the stairs, praying to live another day.

Spike and Michael wrestled on the ground, the dragon’s wing keeping them from rolling off the edge. A few yards away, Sam fought off any demon that tried to come close.

Relieved and confused, Dean joined his brother. “There a reason we’re protecting these feathered shits?”

Sam dropped his sledge hammer in shock. Tears filled his eyes.

“Hecate,” Dean said. “Chick flick moment later.”

His baby brother wiped his eyes before picking his hammer up again. “The demons only want to attack Michael. If he keeps fighting them instead of Spike, he’ll blow his vessel before we can get them in the pit. Or the cage. I guess the cage is an option again.” Sam, sweaty and bloody, smiled like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Oh yeah!” Dean pulled the rings from his pocket and tossed the them near the struggling angels. The ground around the rings gave way to a black pit. Pebbles began to roll into it, then stones.

Spike, difficult to make out through the blaring light he emitted, looked up. “You’re alive!”

“I tried death once or twice. Didn’t like it.” Dean pointed up to Willow phasing in and out of the forms as she blasted demons back into the Hellmouth.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Spike replied.

Michael punched Spike in the face hard enough for Dean to hear bones crack. Stunned, Spike rolled on the ground.

With a sneer of pride on his lips, Michael stood over Spike. “You weren’t even strong enough to best one pathetic vessel. I win, little brother.” In that second, three golden arrows landed -- pfft! pfft! pfft! -- in Michael's heart.

Spike leapt up and shoved Michael into the cage.

A small laugh escaped Sam’s lips.

All around them, demons howled as Hecate-in-Willow continued her assault. The air was thick with sulfur and smoke. Girls continued to rush towards the escape -- towards life. “C’mon, Spike!” Dean called, hand outstretched. “Time to hit the road!”

Spike looked as his hands, a shattering shell, as if something holy were about to hatch.

But there was nothing holy inside him.

“I’m glad you two ended up in Sunnydale,” Spike shouted over the din. “You’ve been a good friend to me, Sam. Probably the best mate I ever ‘ad.”

Sam swallowed hard, holding back tears.

“Uh, okay. Let’s buddy comedy on the road,” Dean said.

Spike shook his head and took a small step towards the cage. “Dean, Buffy likes men with demons. Don’t let your demons get the upper hand, like I did.”

“Spike, you were literally possessed. We can unpossess you again,” Dean promised, knowing it was a lie.

“Love her. Have a life. Make little ankle biters, okay? She deserves everything.” Spike spread his arms wide, and fell backwards into the black hole of the cage.

The ground began to shake and crack as the entrance to the cage grew bigger, sucking in the dragon’s wing, then the dragon. Sucking in the Hellmouth. Sam and Dean sprinted for the exit. A girl in blood-stained nightgown tripped near the ledge and the cage claimed her.

Potentials raced up the broken stairs, leaping to the doorway back to the school.

The Winchesters and Buffy gazed down on the Hellmouth from the school’s basement door. Bodies and blood littered the ground. Monsters still climbed over the edge, some immediately being consumed by the ravenous maw of the cage. A light appeared from within that black abyss, and a hand grasped the cage’s edge.

“Stay out!” commanded Hecate-in-Willow, flying to the mouth of the cage and pushing the surviving angel back into its depths. The cage snapped shut behind her with a deep boom, and the cavern started to collapse.

They dashed through the basement and through the main hallway upstairs, shouting through the building smoke for people to run. The roars of demons followed them.

Outside dawn was just starting to break over the waiting cars. The packed bus took off as the sidewalk cracked beneath Buffy and the Winchesters. Buffy dove into Giles’ car with her sister, hugging her tight. Cramped in the back of the Impala sat the Harvelles holding a pale, sweaty Andrew; Bobby was already revving the engine as the Winchesters slid in. Tires squealing, they took off, the streets collapsing behind them.

Just past the city limits, the ground stopped quaking. To be safe, they drove on another mile before daring to stop. Slayers poured from the bus; some somber, some injured, some delighted at the power running through them.

Ignoring the hoops and hollers, pushing past the questions, Buffy and her friends slowing walked back to the edge of the Hellmouth. The Sunnydale city limits sign was singed and still boasting several thousand residents in the crater of a town glowing red in the early morning light. Soon the low whir of helicopters filled the air.

“That was maybe overkill,” Anya said as she cradled her arm.

“Was it though?” Sam retorted.

“What should we tell them?” Dawn asked.

“I’m going with wild slumber party.” Xander gestured at the girls still in their pajamas. “Hey, where’s Will?”

Giles put his arm around Buffy’s shoulder and they rested their heads together. “You’re not the only one anymore. What do you want to do first?”

Smiling, Buffy met Dean’s gaze and then collapsed.

They filled the waiting room. Dozens of Slayers -- bandaged, stitched, bruised -- spilled from the chairs, leaned against the walls, claimed space on the floor. They’d survived. They’d arrived.

Dawn, her legs curled up under her, was fast asleep in a chair. Giles, Robin, Bobby and Ellen sipped coffee from cups too small to combat their fatigue. Xander’s eyes were battle-weary, his gaze hollow.

Dean trudged into the waiting room and slumped into a chair between his brother and Bobby. “They’re taking her in for surgery.”

“She’ll be okay.”

“‘Course she will. She’s Supergirly.”

Within minutes of Buffy’s collapse, helicopters had landed on the now-useless highway out of Sunnydale. Blood from her stab wound had gone unnoticed, mingling with the monster blood soaking her clothes. Officially, she was one more anonymous injury of “the sudden sinkhole incident.”

The doctor said she may have some organ damage. Was that in the realm of Slayer healing? He also said Buffy was lucky. “Whatever impaled her just missed an artery. She would have died in minutes.”

Dean couldn’t help but wonder if Spike had pushed Lucifer off target.

“Do you guys want anything?” Andrew asked, quietly.

“Coffee. Irish,” Dean grumbled.

“I think they only have American and Colombian, but I’ll ask. Anyone wanna give me a hand?” Holding up his bandaged stump, he smiled at his own joke.

Anya pointed at her arm in a sling. “Together we can make a whole person.”

Jo put down the magazine she’d been staring at but not reading. “Come on. Maybe we can rummage up some snacks for the refugees.”

Looking at the crowd of girls flush with new powers, Sam chuckled.

Robin raised his eyebrows. “Care to fill me in on the invisible joke?”

“It’s not a joke, just irony. All of the Potentials are Slayers now, but we closed the Hellmouth. All this time it’s been one girl against everything Hell could throw at her. Now it’s an army against Hell's stragglers.”

“I wish it were that simple, Sam,” said Giles, his voice raw from tiredness and tears. “In addition to there being more Hellmouths --”

Dean threw up his hands. “Of course. Where?”

“Detroit for starters, but that’s an ongoing problem. There are more Potentials-turned-Slayers out there, girls pulsing with power they don’t know what to do with. We have to find them, train them before someone else gets to them, before they hurt someone. Trouble is, we’re low on Watchers.”

Ellen smirked. “You gotta have a posh British accent and glasses to be a Watcher?”

“Well, no --”

“‘Cause I see nearly a dozen people right here who’d gladly pitch in.”

“Gladly my ass,” said Bobby, squinting at Ellen like she’d volunteered him for the ballet. “I raised those two. I’m done!”

Ellen grabbed his face and turned it toward a circle of pajama-clad girls giving each other back rubs as they swapped stories. “Look at them and say no. You’re not that much of a gruff asshole.”

Bobby sighed. “Fine, but they ain’t living with me.”

Looking lively for once, Giles stood and stretched his shoulders. “Traditionally, a Watcher moves to the hometown of a Potential to train her, but seeing as we have so many Slayers at once, I was hoping to take half of them to England and while the other half remain to train with Buffy.”

“In Detroit?” Dean asked.

“Excellent idea, Dean!” Giles said with a half grin. “Of course, all of our resources were in Sunnydale.”

It was Sam’s turn to smile. “Good thing Anya, Willow and I put together a database of most of what was in Buffy’s books.”

“About that.” Xander’s voice was full of bite. “Can we stop daydreaming about the future for a second? Willow is dead.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Head thick with sleep but thankful to be yanked from her terrible dream, Buffy was positive she’d not set the alarm. She reached out to turn it off, but couldn’t find it. Had they slept in the bed funny again?

A large, calloused hand found hers. Her heart hummed. She wanted to start every morning holding Dean’s hand.

“Dean, will you kill that thing?”

“What thing?” he whispered.

“The beep beep. Death to beep beep.”

“I think the nurses would be pretty pissed if I turned that off.”

Buffy opened her eyes to find monitors and tubing on and in her body. A hospital. It wasn’t a dream. The fire. Spike possessed by Lucifer. Dean nearly dying. The Slayers. The dragon. The Hellmouth collapsing.

Spike.

Willow.

Agony sat on her chest, crushing her heart, drawing out a wail from her throat. Dean’s arms were around her, her face buried in the crook of his neck as the tears flowed. Other arms joined her. Xander, Dawn, Giles, Anya and Sam filled the room. She let go of Dean to hug Xander, his eyes bloodshot from crying.

“I know. I know. She was the best of all of us.” His voice was low and raw.

She wouldn’t argue. Willow was sweet and strong. Even before becoming a witch, she embodied power and bravery, standing up to vampires and throwing herself into the fray not because she had super strength or because she was chosen but because it was right.

Her friends stayed to share memories of Willow. Eventually, the conversation turned to Detroit and the new Slayers. All the while, Dean hovered by her side, keeping her in tissues and water.

She didn’t remember falling asleep.

When she awoke again, everyone had gone save Dean. “The local news is calling us refugees. Everyone who isn’t in recovery left to settle in. Some center is putting everyone up for the night, pizza dinner included.”

Her stomach rumbled at the mention of food. Throwing off her blanket, she swung her feet to the cold tile floor. “Cafeteria?”

Lacing his fingers with hers, he grinned. “Does this count as a date.”

“One of our better ones, hopefully.”

In the elevator, he kissed her hand, his lips lavishing over each knuckle. She was sore and exhausted; both thrilled and so upset she kept reminding herself to breathe at a normal rhythm. But his kisses calmed her.

“Dean, I--”

He was pressing his lips to hers, one hand cradling her back, the other tangled in her hair. The kiss was long, firm, with his tongue lightly tasting her lips. Heat spread from core to her toes.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened on a man holding flowers and three small children holding pink “Welcome Baby!” balloons gaping at them.

A different sort of heat rushed through Buffy, but Dean just put on a charming smile and pushed past them. He grinned at her embarrassment. “The guy’s got four kids, Girly. I’m sure that’s not the most action they’ve stumbled across.”

He brushed his fingers over her neck to play with her hair again. “You were awesome back there.”

“In the elevator?”

“In the Hellmouth.”

“I thought I’d lost you.”

“You’re stuck with me now, like that one jingle.” He started to hum a tune from a cheesy local car lot that bought excessive air time on all the radio stations.

“No! Now I’m going to be singing it forever!”

“Just like me. I’m here forever, even if I’m annoying. In fact, I was thinking with this whole Detroit thing --”

“Ew.” The idea of winters and driving everywhere did not appeal to her.

“-- I was thinkin’ maybe we could get a place together.” His face shifted from sexy to boyish as he spoke, the implication almost overwhelming him.

“Absolutely,” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for another kiss.

“You must be my six o’clock wedding.” A priest stepped out of an office near them, wrenching them out of their moment. “You don’t look like a cancer patient. Glad to see you’re on the mend!”

“Oh, we’re not--!”

“We’re here!” said a man coming down the hall, pushing a wheelchair. The woman in the chair was sunken-eyed, a scarf over her head, and an oxygen mask over her face. Buffy didn’t know much about cancer, but she figured the woman couldn’t possibly live to see Christmas. Still the woman couldn’t stop smiling each time she glanced back at the man who rolled her into a nearby chapel.

“Sorry, uh, carry on,” the priest said before following the couple.

For years, Buffy had feared hospitals. They were places for the sick and dying. Places where the newly departed roamed. But could they also be places of hope? A place full of babies and newlyweds. Of people who would walk again. Of people granted a second chance to get things right.

Hope.

The Slayer’s gift was death. Her role costarred monsters. But death could co-exist with life. Beauty with pain. Hope with horror.

Buffy and Dean considered the closed chapel door, then stared at each other, hoping to read what the other was thinking.

“You feeling impulsive?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

New beginnings. New cities. New Watchers. New Slayers. The same Dean Winchester.

Hope.

He bit his lip and looked back at the door. “It’s not just you anymore.”

“We could have a life. Are you feeling impulsive too?”

epilogue

#spn x btvs #buffynatural #dean x buffy #buffy supernatural crossover #supernatural au #btvs au #btvs fan fiction #supernatural fan fiction #dean winchester #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #sam winchester #spike #rupert giles #dawn summers #castiel #jo harvelle #ellen harvelle #bobby singer #xander harris #anya jenkins #robin wood #andrew wells #potential slayers #lucifer #the first #michael #btvs season retwite #hunters on the hellmouth

[hannahhostofheaven]

Ash coated memories

                                          Chapter One

Disclaimer: Of course, I own nothing. Takes place after the episode 'Soul Survivor' but before the episode 'Paper Moon' in season 10. Completely AU from that point on. Especially since it will feature some appearances by some long dead characters.

Warning: Will contain violence, memories and flashbacks of assault, torture, and trauma

Summary: The Winchesters rush to stop a group of rogue angels and demons from using natural disasters to destroy the Earth. In their efforts to stop these disasters, they uncover the mystery of an old relic, and some unexplained memories of the past.

"Hey," Dean appeared in the main area of the bunker trying to blink past the exhaustion he was feeling and only managed to nod at Sam's greeting. He'd only been human again for a few weeks and playing hermit inside the bunker was doing him some good, but now he was feeling restless. His head spun with memories of the recent past, of his spiraling into a demonic world of murder and chaos with Crowley.

When he finally managed to notice Sam, he found he brother busily packing a duffel bag full of books, weapons, and supplies. "Going somewhere?" he asked curiously as Sam shoved an angel blade and a pistol into the waistband of his jeans, his red plaid flannel shirt falling over them conspicuously.

"Cas wanted to meet up in North Dakota," Sam explained. "He said he was on the trail of a few more rogue angels and he wanted my help with it."

"My or we?" Dean asked, raising a brow as he quickly moved to snatch the keys to the impala off the table before Sam could.

Sam looked at him pointedly. "Dean…"

"Well were you planning on heading off without telling me and leaving me stranded without a car?"

"It won't take long," Sam insisted. "I stockpiled the kitchen; you'll be fine for a few days. I think you should sit this one out, man. Cas will understand."

"Well I don't want to sit it out," Dean insisted as he quickly headed down the hall to retrieve his own duffel bag and purposely began filling it. Sam dropped his bag to the floor and followed him around incessantly as he busied himself with packing. Dean maneuvered around his brother, blocking any access as he knew Sam was trying to get control of the keys which Dean had shoved into his pocket.

"Come on man I'm not joking," Sam protested, trying to make a few grabs for Dean's pocket while his big brother shoved a few angel blades into his bag. Dean only smirked with amusement, remembering how he'd take one of Sam's toys when they were kids, and Sam would be maneuvering around his brother trying to manipulate him into getting it back, just as he was now. He never succeeded then, and Dean was confident he wouldn't now. Despite Sam's towering size, Dean could always diffuse any attack his little brother might have.

"Look you can keep trying to get frisky with me here, but it won't do you any good," Dean informed him as he zipped up his duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder, turning to fix Sam with a smug, triumphant look.

"Fine," Sam relented holding up his hands in defeat. "If you really think you're up for it."

"I'm fine," Dean insisted, though he knew there was less truth to that than he wanted to admit. He was not fine, not by any sense of the word. Being killed by Metatron, everything he did as a demon, the fact that the mark of Cain was still on him, always nagging incessantly at his thoughts, his impulses, it all threatened to break through. But he needed to get out of the bunker and in truth, being alone sounded far worse than anything else at the moment.

So Sam relented, and Dean happily followed him out to the garage, and before long, the impala was cruising through the prairie. Little was said on the eleven-hour journey, and aside from a few breaks for gas and food, they stopped very little.

Dean was exhausted by the time they finally pulled into the small isolated prairie motel parking lot. But he'd refused to admit that since he'd insisted on driving the whole way, Sam repeatedly offering to take a turn at driving.

It was late in the night as Dean spotted Castiel's gold colored ‘78 Lincoln continental parked at the motel and swiftly maneuvered the impala into the slot next to it.

"Room 28," Sam said as he and Dean got out of the car and moved forward to the assigned room. When the angel opened the door, he promptly held a finger up to his mouth, in what Dean thought was an attempt to make them both be quiet.

"Glad you could get here so quick, but if you wouldn’t mind keeping your voices down," Castiel said before moving aside to let the brothers in. Dean’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the first of the two small beds in the room in which a head of dark brown hair poked out under the blankets. “Hannah is trying to sleep.”

"Did you wear her out or something, Cas?” Dean asked quietly, the feeling that they had walked in on some kind of x-rated moment descended on him. “I thought angels didn’t need to sleep.”

“If you believe that pouring over internet files and documents is tiring then perhaps I did wear her out,” Castiel responded, completely missing the suggestive meaning behind Dean’s words. “And no, angels don’t need to sleep, but she wanted to try it anyway, she was curious about how humans dream.”

“Okay Data,” Dean responded smirking at Castiel’s confusion at his Star Trek reference. He still thought something felt off about this whole situation, but he’d learned to accept that about Cas. As he and Sam set their duffel bags down and took their seats at the table, Castiel brought his laptop over to them, though he paused to glance at Dean.

"I'm glad you are human again," Castiel said genuinely. "Though I thought Sam was coming alone."

"Yeah well, so did I," Sam responded as he threw his duffel bag onto one of the twin beds that the motel provided. He then promptly pulled out a chair from the desk, turned backward, straddling it. "So Cas, what's the scoop?"

"Scoop?" Castiel raised a brow as Dean glanced wearily at the sleeping figure in the bed. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about this supposed partnership between Castiel and Hannah. He didn't entirely trust her, and it was clear from their rather brief encounter in the past that she didn't exactly trust him. Perhaps he still held a grudge after she tried to insist that Castiel kill him over alleged crimes, or maybe it's merely because Dean had trouble trusting any angels other than Castiel. Or perhaps it was because Castiel was their angel. His and Sam's. He was feeling more than a little possessive and protective.

But he remained quiet and let Castiel continue. "Hannah and I have been on the hunt for rogue angels," Castiel explained as he sat down on the edge of the other bed and faced the Winchesters. Hannah groaned in the other bed, turning around in her sleep. "After Metatron was rounded up and the angels were allowed to return to heaven, most happily returned. But some had gotten a taste of humanity and free will and refused."

"Wait, so they are being hunted because they don't want to return to heaven?" Sam repeated.

"It’s… complicated, Sam" Castiel replied reluctantly. "Hannah and I have had some disagreements on how to deal with them. Maybe I've been down here with you two too long, but I can certainly see the appeal of free will, having chosen to exercise it plenty of times myself."

"So why shouldn't they get what you have?" Sam asked. Dean sighed. His little brother and his sympathetic heart.

"Because look at what the choices I’ve made with my freedom have done to heaven," Castiel said, somewhat bitterly. "And what it’s done to the two of you. I’ve made my mistakes, struggled with my choices, but the problem is that when too many angels have these kinds of choices, the results could be disastrous."

"Yeah you told me about Daniel and Adina," Sam replied. "They killed other angels-"

“No!” came a gasp from the other bed. All three of them turned to look as Hannah began tossing and turning, a wince creased into her face. “No please don’t!”

Castiel frowned and glanced at the Winchesters. “She’s in distress,” he said with concern. “What do humans usually do in these situations.”

“She’s having a nightmare,” Sam explained. “Wake her up.”

Dean watched as Castiel quickly moved to Hannah’s bed and stood over the angel writhing around. Gently, he gripped Hannah on the shoulder and shook her firmly. “Hannah,” he urged. “Hannah!”

Hannah gave a startled yelp and sprung up in bed, blue eyes flinging open wide as she gasped and panted for breath. She blinked, eyes roaming over to take note of the Winchesters before falling on Castiel. “I… don’t understand…” she stammered, her voice shaky as she pressed her face to her hands. Dean frowned. Again he felt awkward about he and Sam being present for this whole situation. At the same thing, he felt a slight pang of resentment at the way Castiel comforted her.

Castiel gripped her on the shoulder, prompting her to look up at him. “You were dreaming,” he explained. “The images weren’t real.”

Slowly, Hannah threw her legs around and got up out of the bed. Dean noticed she was still wearing her jeans and white blouse. Not exactly bed clothes. Just like Castiel, Hannah didn’t quite get the hang of certain human rituals.

“I don’t want to have them anymore,” Hannah murmured. “But… they seemed like… memories. They feel so familiar, Castiel. They weren’t just visions, I remember them.”

Castiel glanced at the Winchesters with concern as Hannah stood and paced about the room a little, brushing past the Winchesters a few time while she tried to compose herself. “Is that normal?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sam said with a shrug. “Dreaming about memories. I’d say that’s pretty common.”

“I’ve never had those experiences,” Hannah explained, turning to the table where the Winchesters stood. “Not to my knowledge.”

“Maybe your vessel has,” Sam replied. “Or maybe a past vessel.”

“Can we finish this dream walking session a little later?” Dean blurted out bluntly. “No offense, sweetheart but we came here to talk about rogue angels.”

Hannah frowned and glanced back at Castiel, almost as if for approval before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Castiel moved to join her, sitting down beside her. She still looked spooked by the apparently disturbing nightmare she had had, and she looked like she wanted to discuss it but, and he wasn’t quite sure why, Dean was feeling highly aggravated by this angel. Maybe it was the mark but he had felt hostile towards her the second he walked into the motel and had seen her sleeping there and her apparent distress was only making him angrier.

“It’s okay, Hannah,” Castiel said gently before glancing over at Dean with a frown. He seemed to notice that aggravated look in Dean’s eyes. He sighed. “As I was saying,” he began, turning the subject back to the rogues, but still keeping a concerned eye on Hannah, “as I was saying, this isn’t about Daniel and Adina. They've been dealt with. This is someone new. A new faction of rogue angels has been gathering on Earth, and they've teamed up with a small group of demons who have also gone rogue."

"Oh just fantastic," Dean blurted out with some clear hostility. "Angels and demons. Buddy buddies. What will they come up with next-"

"Excuse you," came an all too familiar voice. Everyone in the room whirled as Crowley appeared in the room before them with that characteristic smug Crowley smirk on his face. "I'll have you know squirrel, that if it weren't for this particular demon, Cassandra and his little girlfriend here would have ended up rogue angel road kill."

"What do you want, Crowley?" Sam demanded. "Are these your demons?"

"If they are its no thanks to your big brother here, Moose," Crowley explained, shooting a look to Dean who only rolled his eyes. "I try to take you under my wing, you treat me like chopped liver, and now the bloody bastards don't respect me anymore."

"Cry me a river," Dean replied. He knew he and Sam were being a little too callous with their berating. He knew he wouldn't be here if it weren't in part thanks to Crowley. But, at the moment, he couldn’t really find it within himself to care.

"Later, Squirrel. I'm here to sign up for your little task force here. I'm going to help you track down the rogues."

"Pass," Dean said bluntly.

"Oh you'll want my help," Crowley said as he pulled up a seat next to Sam at the desk. "Because I happen to know what it is they are plotting."

"How?" Castiel asked. "Daniel and Adina only wanted to be left alone. Shouldn't these angels and demons want the same?"

"Hardly," Crowley said nonchalantly as he seemed to examine his own finger nails. "Problem with free will, Cassandra, is that sometimes it's the wrong bloody choice. Will and choice are things humans have and look how they've made a mess of things here on Earth. War, oppression, avarice, betrayal, bad porn, you name it. This is one sad little messed up planet and its because there is free will."

"Then you agree that these angels and demons must be brought to justice," Hannah surmised, her voice still a little shaky and fragile as she sat at the edge of bed with Castiel. She seemed to slowly tune into the conversation, although she still had a somewhat disoriented look in her eyes.

"All I know is I can't have the little peasants running amuck causing mischief and mayhem," Crowley said. "I happen to know they are planning something. Something big. Not sure of the details, all I know is that it will make the fall look like a minor skirmish."

That startled the two angels. The look of fear and uncertainty on their faces as they exchanged glances said that enough. The fall was traumatic enough, and no one enjoyed the prospect of things being worse.

"Okay fine," Sam said. "So we find the rogues before they start another Armageddon?" Dean couldn't help but notice the look of sheer exhaustion and weariness in his brother's face. He was putting up a brave front but he was barely maintaining his composure, and only Dean would be able to pick up on this face. Sam had been run ragged lately, and Dean couldn't shake the guilt at knowing he was the cause of most of it… and that guilt only made him feel angry. Everything was making him feel angry. He too a breath, trying to calm himself, resisting the urge to lash out at Sam.

"They've gone deep into hiding," Castiel said. "We have very little to go on."

"There is an old… friend of mine living in Chicago I'd like to press for information," Crowley said. "I suggest we start there."

Dean caught Castiel's eye for a moment, and the angel gave him a look of concern.

Dean couldn't help but notice the paleness in Castiel's complexion, but the angel shrugged it off and glanced at Crowley. "Humans require sleep," he said. "I think we should wait until morning."

"Thanks, Cas," Sam said with an exhausted huff. "Mind if we uh," he motioned towards the bed the angels were sitting on. The angels got the hint and got up, relinquishing the bed to Sam who nearly fell onto it, laying there motionless, almost comically for a moment. Dean watched his brother before looking at Cas. "What will the three of you do?"

"We are content to stay here and watch over you until you are finished resting," Hannah replied with a shrug, having recovered from her dream experience, though she still seemed somewhat haunted by it.

"Uh yeah not gonna happen, Sweetheart," Dean replied with a wry grin. "I tend to find it hard to sleep when I have an audience."

"You keep calling me Sweetheart," Hannah replied, scrunching her brows together in confusion. "But my vessel's heart is not sweet. It is merely an organ that pumps blood through her body."

Dean would have followed up with another witty comment to further confuse the angel, but Crowley stepped up at that point. "Come on cherubs," he said, ushering Castiel and Hannah towards the door. "I could use a pint and maybe a round of pool."

That only seemed to confuse Hannah more, but Castiel got the hint, and soon the trio had left the room leaving Sam and Dean alone. Dean promptly pulled off his shoes and moved to get more comfortable on the bed. Glancing over he found Sam already passed out on his own bed, still in his clothes. Dean watched him for a moment, relishing the small moment of silence. He missed the days when it was just him and Sam on a hunt. Not that he'd give up his friendship with Castiel for anything, but things seemed so much more light-hearted back then. He could only imagine what was in store for them now.

#fan fiction #Castiel/Hannah #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Crowley #Meg Masters #Jo Harvelle #Eileen Leahy #Season 10 #Supernatural

[tngrayson]

Family

A/N: Written for @roxyspearing one and done challenge. The prompt was “Family don't end in blood.”

Thanks for hosting, Roxy! p.s. sorry it’s a day late!

Written directly into the tumblr box, so I apologize f there are any big mistakes. I know it’s quick, but I hope you all enjoy!

Characters: mentions of Sam, Dean, Castiel, Charlie, Jack, and Bobby

Word count: 500?

Warnings: None

Summary: Remembering some of the times the Winchesters made you feel like family.

Growing up with the Winchesters meant always hearing and living the phrase “family don’t end with blood.” The first time I heard it was when John saved my life. My parents died and he assured me that didn’t mean they weren’t still my family. After that, John took me in and promised that I would always be family to him; that even though we weren't related by blood, I would always be his daughter. 

After John died, I stayed with Ellen, Jo, and Ash. They never said it to me, but they lived by that phrase. Everyone was family to the Harvelles. 

The second time I heard it was right before Dean was torn apart by Hell Hounds. Bobby had yelled it at us before we tried to take out Lillith. We just wanted to spare him from the fight, but he insisted. In some ways, when we were growing up, Bobby was more of a father to us than John was. Jonh taught us hunting, but Bobby was always there to let us be kids. He took us to sports games, played ball with us, and when we grew up he didn’t change. Even when the world was ending, Bobby was there for us. He made sure we ate and slept, and somehow, he made sure we still found the time to sit down and just be a family together.

When we met Charlie, I was ecstatic. I finally had a sister. A nerdy sister! She was the greatest. Sam and Dean were always great brothers to me, but Charlie filled a gap in my heart that I didn’t even know I had. 

I found myself screaming it at Sam over the phone when Dean was in Purgatory. I was so angry at him for giving up on Dean when I had kept looking for him. It I could keep going after everything--me, someone who wasn’t of his own blood-- then Sam should have been able to keep going for his brother too. 

When Mary came back, I heard it again. I wasn’t taking to Mary as naturally as Sam and Dean were. I was skeptical. But the moment she was in danger, I found myself jumping at the opportunity to save her. Mary was important to Sam and Dean, so that meant she was important to me too. Before long, she was reminding me of my own mother. 

Cas was always family too. He rebelled against Heaven. He defied God for us when we had no clue what we were doing. He abandoned his own family to join ours. Seeing Castiel’s charred wings spread out on that beach will always be one of my worst memories; right next to helping wrap his body to give him a hunter’s funeral. 

Now we have Jack. Even though Castiel and Mary are gone and we’re all coping with that in our own ways, Jack is family too. I’m not sure Sam and Dean have realized it yet, but Jack was our family before he was even born. He’s going to be with us for a long time, I can feel it. It’s on us to take care of him right now, but I know when the time comes, he’ll be there to take care of us too...because family doesn’t end with blood. 

Being a Winchester means being part of a family that will always have your back...even when it hurts. 

SPN Taglist (send me an ask or add yourself here)

@nickthboywonder @lilly-sinclair @spn-imagines-fics @jadepc @fangirlofeverythingme @sillesworldofwriting @pinkleopardss @emoryhemsworth @mogaruke @xinyourdreamsx @castielisalreadysaved @lenawiinchester @liffydaze @teaand-cookies @angelofwinchester17 @tina8009 @saladalpaca

#spnoneanddonechallenge #spn #supernatural #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #castiel #Charlie Bradbury #ellen harvelle #jo harvelle #john winchester #mary winchester #jack kline

[hannahindie]

At the End of All Things: Chapter 4

Characters: Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle, Sam Winchester x Amelia Richardson, Bobby Singer x Ellen Harvelle, Cas, Ash, Garth Fitzgerald, Daryl Dixon, Aaron, Rick Grimes

Word Count: 3,222

Warnings: Some language, injury, Amelia being...well...Amelia.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I think it’s because they’re finally on the road and the pace is picking up, but it’s been exciting to write. If you aren’t caught up, you can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, and Chapter 3 here. This chapter was beta’d by two wonderful and magnificent ladies that I would be lost without: @pinknerdpanda: “ gah...don't be a pussy, Sam!”

And @wheresthekillswitch: “fucking Amelia. I vote she becomes walker bait.”

Just an FYI, if you live in or near any of the areas that I mention while they’re on their journey, just know that I researched as well as I could, but it’s possible I took some liberties with it. They are all real places, however, and actually on a route that they’d feasibly be taking if driving from somewhere in Columbus to D.C.

Summary: Dean’s group has hit the road, and despite the situation, things seem to be going well...until they hit a snag that none of them were expecting. The incident changes their plans, and the tension grows. Meanwhile, someone is watching the group. Will they leave them alone, or will Dean and Sam have to protect their family from something more deadly than the dead...the living?

As usual, tags are at the bottom. If you’d like to be tagged in this, or any of my other writing, please let me know!

The group traveled through the forsaken landscape slowly, but surely. It was a difficult road; cars blocked long stretches of the cracked asphalt, so they often had to stop and move the rusting and broken down metal behemoths, reminders of what the world had looked like before it came to a screeching halt. The drive from Columbus, Ohio to Washington, D.C., according to the worn map that Sam had been consulting, should have been just a little under seven hours. Seven hours in their new world could stretch into days, and by the end of their first day, Dean had stopped their caravan just outside of Wheeling. He had been optimistic, and although everyone was tired from having to shift cars to the shoulder of the road, killing those that had been trapped in their steel coffins, and searching for anything that would be helpful that had been left behind, it seemed that everyone’s spirits were high. Despite the dangers of traveling across open territory, Dean had been relieved to finally be free of the walls that they’d been living behind for years. He knew that the walls kept them safe, probably safer than he and Sam had been their entire lives, but he had missed cruising along back roads with the windows down and Zeppelin blasting. It was amazing that their lives from before the turn seemed so simple compared to now.

That feeling ended as soon as they hit West Brownsville the next day, and Dean quickly realized that the things they took for granted could easily be the things that got them killed.

The stark contrast of the scene in front of Dean was almost painful. The morning had welcomed him with one of the most beautiful sunrises he had seen in a long time; the sky had looked like a watercolor painting. Muted oranges and bright yellows against a bright blue horizon that was scattered with deep purple and pink clouds that reminded him of the cotton candy he would buy for Sam at carnivals when John had left them on their own as kids. He had been awake before anyone else, and had marveled at the juxtaposition of colors for almost an hour before Jo sleepily shuffled from the car and looped her arm through his. He wished he had the words to really describe to her what he’d been looking at, but that was more Sam’s bag. Instead, he’d pulled her tighter into his side and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. After a quick breakfast, they’d all piled back into their cars and continued their journey, and Dean’s optimism had soared when they didn’t have to stop every ten minutes to clear the road.

And then they came across West Brownsville.

The small town had welcomed them with its aging, brownstone buildings, remnants of old store signs painted on their sides, and narrow streets still lined with rusting meters. Although Sam was in the other car, Dean knew that he was loving every minute of this historic, ‘blink and you’d miss it’ city. They drove slowly down the main drag, and Dean couldn’t help but appreciate the old architecture that had withstood not only the years of weather but the lack of care as the dead slowly outnumbered the living and there was no one left to give it the love the old buildings deserved.

It had been surreal to see the random walkers as they stumbled out of alleys at the sound of the cars, even after all this time. After the turn, it seemed all the supernatural things that they had hunted had just...disappeared. He was sure that wasn’t the case, and driving through this town reminded him that just because he couldn’t see them, didn’t meant they weren’t still there. The dead may have taken over, but this was a literal ghost town. A shiver passed through him and he wondered if Sam had felt it too.

Because the roads had been relatively clear between Wheeling and West Brownsville, it had only taken about an hour to arrive. Although the colors had somewhat dimmed as the sun rose, the sky was still a magnificent stripe of color and Dean could see the sparkle of water as the sun reflected off of it. The Monongahela River wound its way lazily between West Brownsville and its sister city, splitting the two in half, which had led the group to the bridge that connected the two. Dean had immediately slammed on his brakes as the scene he most dreaded unfolded in front of him.

That was how he found himself standing where the watercolor sky met sharp metal and broken asphalt, the rebar jutting out like jagged teeth begging to be fed. At some point, the bridge had collapsed, and the road slanted down at an awkward angle, ending in the water and balancing precariously against several cars that had gone down with it. His eyes roamed over the ruined bridge as he looked for the cause of the destruction. There did not appear to be any singular reason; if anything, it was simply time and lack of care. He could see where the river had risen significantly, the mud line still visible, and Dean assumed the combination of weather, the weight of the cars, and the general disuse of the bridge had caused the collapse.

“Well…this is not ideal.” Dean jumped at the sudden sound of Cas’ voice and looked at him sharply.

“No, Cas, it’s not.” He looked back at the slow moving water and wondered how deep it was. “Think there’s another bridge around here anywhere?”

Cas shrugged, “I do not know. I would imagine there probably is, but how far are we going to have to go to find it? Not to mention, this is a pretty large bridge, so my assumption would be any other crossings nearby would be smaller. If this one is gone, there is a huge chance any other bridges of smaller stature would be destroyed as well.”

Dean tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he tried to keep it together. They could look for other bridges, they could find another way around, but the longer they stayed outside their walls, the likelihood of them making it to D.C. and back with everyone alive, and well, dropped. “What the hell are we going to do?”

“We could take a car and drive a few minutes each direction, see if any of the bridges did survive and meet back here. We could also ask Ash and Garth how they got past this, and give them something of use to talk about. If I thought my father was still around, I’d pray to him and beg for either them to be stricken silent, or for me to spontaneously become deaf.” Cas reached into his pocket and pulled out a battered orange bottle, tapped out a couple of pills, and popped them into his mouth.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Is that really necessary right now? Can you just...not be high?”

Cas smirked, “I mean, I could. But where is the fun in that?” He sauntered off to tell the rest of the group the plan, and left Dean staring dejectedly at the rubble.

While Sam and Cas drove in opposite directions, they had decided on a ten minute drive out and then back along the river, Dean was talking to Garth and Ash about their trip towards D.C.

“So you came this way and everything was fine? The bridge was still here, nothing seemed off?”

Ash shrugged, “Nah, man. I mean, it’s been weeks since we went this way, but that bridge was as fit as a fiddle when we crossed it.” Garth grimaced and Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Do you not agree with him, Garth?” Dean asked.

“Well...I somewhat do. The bridge was here and mostly intact, but it didn’t seem super stable. I didn’t mention it because I honestly thought it would be okay, but I forgot about the big storm that passed through. If it hadn’t been for that, I think it would still be standing. We probably would have needed to be careful, but it would have been here. Since we came back a different way, I didn’t even think about it. Sorry, Dean.”

Dean clapped Garth on the shoulder, “It’s fine, Garth. I think despite it being the end of the world, we still kind of take things for granted...this isn’t an exception.” He looked up at the sound of Sam and Cas returning, and tried not to feel too much hope that they found anything. Sam stepped down out of his truck, and Dean looked at him expectantly. Sam frowned and shook his head, then walked over to where Bobby and Ellen were still looking at the map that was unfolded across the trunk of their car. Dean turned his attention to Cas who also shook his head.

“Dammit!” He walked briskly to where Sam was leaning against the car, both palms flat on the hood as he stared intently at the map. “Tell me you have an idea.”

Sam stood straight and swept the hair from his face, “I have an idea. But I don't think you're going to like it.”

Dean grunted, “Try me.”

Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him to the edge of the bridge. “Do you notice anything about this river?”

Dean shook his head, “Other than it's in my damn way, no. I don't.”

Sam sighed, “Look. Really look at it.”

“Sam, we don't have time-”

“Okay, fine. It's moving slow and it's not that deep, considering the amount of rain, right? Clearly it flooded, but I think that it's at it's normal level right now. Do you agree?”

“Yea, but what's that got to do with anything?”

“There is a series of locks and dams just a few miles east of here. Which means, at its normal levels, this river is kept at a minimum of nine feet. We don't have to take the cars, we can just cross here on foot and find cars on the other side.”

Dean looked at Sam like he'd grown a second head, “Are you serious right now? Have you seen those riverbanks? This side is fairly low, but the other side...we've got Bobby and Ellen to worry about, and Jo...Jo is five months pregnant. She can't climb that. Plus, even if it's at it's lowest, nine feet is still really deep.”

Sam gave an exasperated sigh, “I never said anything about climbing the river bank, or swimming across.” He pointed towards the middle of the river, just below where the bridge had collapsed. “The angle of the bridge is doable, Dean. We can walk down the bridge, and hop the cars across to the other side. It won't be a cakewalk, but I think it will work.” He looked at Dean, his expression hopeful, and Dean looked back out over what was left of the bridge.

Sam wasn't wrong. Luck had been with them somewhat; the cars appeared to be lined up and at just the right angles that it could work. The sloped piece of the bridge was a little steep, but if they were careful…

“Let's do it. Unpack what we can carry from the cars. We’ll come back for them.” He whistled to get everyone's attention, “I need everyone over here, we've got a plan.”

Dean watched as Cas, Garth, and Ash slowly navigated the steep section of broken concrete and asphalt. Aside from a few small slips, all three of them made it down and halfway across the bridge of cars.

Ash turned around and waved, “These cars are jammed tighter than a nun’s knees, man! They ain’t goin’ anywhere, c’mon!” He shouted through cupped hands. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Dean had to chuckle.

“Make it all the way across and maybe I'll believe you!” He shouted back. It occurred to him briefly that yelling probably wasn't a great idea, but it was too late now. Ash flipped him off, but hopped down to the next car. Cas and Garth followed close behind, and within a couple minutes, all three of them had scuttled up the slight embankment from the last car safely. He turned to Bobby, “Alright, old man, your turn.”

Bobby glared at Dean, “If you don't stop callin’ me old man, I'm gonna kick your ass, boy.”

Ellen grabbed Bobby’s hand and tugged him to the edge of the pavement where it sloped down, “Why don't we get our happy asses across this river first, and then you boys can settle it, huh? I've had about enough of West Brownsville.” Bobby grumbled all the way down but both he and Ellen made quick work of it, and Dean was surprised by how easily they passed over the cars. He breathed a sigh of relief and made a mental note to quit teasing Bobby for being older. He moved better than Dean did.

“Alright Sammy, I think the four of us can go at once. You take the lead, and I’ll cover the rear. Girls, in the middle.” Amelia gripped Sam’s hand tightly as they made their way down the chunk of concrete but made no effort to steady Jo. Dean frowned, but Jo just shook her head, and gently shuffled her feet as she descended to the car. Sam hopped across the gap and helped Amelia, then shifted so that he could help Jo across. Dean couldn’t help but notice the jealous glare that Amelia shot at Jo as Sam lifted her from the asphalt slab and onto the roof of the car. Dean and Amelia locked eyes and she gave him a tight lipped smile, but it was too late; Dean had already seen her shoot daggers at both Sam and Jo. He hurried across the gap and Sam once again took the lead, carefully stepping over exposed steel and concrete slabs and testing out footing before having the others follow him.

Just as they got to the second to last car, Amelia screamed. Somewhere between the separate groups stomping their way across the cars, a lone biter had managed to wriggle free from its watery grave and had grabbed Amelia by the ankle. As she pulled backwards, she began to pinwheel her arms in an attempt to keep her balance. Jo tried to step back, but because they were already crowded together on a small hood, she lost her balance and slipped between two of the cars, her leg jamming between the bumpers.

“Jo!” Dean dropped to his knees on the car he was still standing on and pulled her back up and onto the trunk, “Are you okay?! Fucking hell, Amelia, what was that?!” Sam had whipped around with his machete and cut the walker’s hand off Amelia’s ankle, then had delivered the final blow to its skull. He was now comforting Amelia who had collapsed into sobs.

“I didn’t mean to! It grabbed me and I thought it was going to bite me!” Amelia wailed as she clung to Sam tightly.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Dean, it’s okay. I’m fine.” Jo grimaced as she stood, and Dean saw that her jeans had ripped and blood was soaking the light denim.

“You’re not fine, look at your leg. Can you walk on it?”

Jo nodded, “Yes, it’s fine. Let’s just get to the other side, okay?” Dean opened his mouth to say something else to Amelia, but between Jo putting a hand on his chest and Sam looking at him pleadingly, he snapped it shut.  

They made it the rest of the way without incident, and Jo sat heavily in the grass. Ellen rushed over and knelt next to her daughter as Dean pulled her pants leg from her calf. An ugly gash ran down her leg, and it was deep enough that it needed stitches. “Shit, Jo...I have to stitch this. Ellen, can you get in Sam’s bag and get the whiskey and the first aid kit?” Sam swung his bag from his shoulder and handed it to Ellen.

She sat next to Jo and watched as Dean got out what he needed. Jo grabbed her hand, and Ellen gripped Jo’s tightly. “What the hell happened out there?”

Jo grimaced, “Nothing anyone had any control over. There was a walker in the water that jostled loose as everyone crossed, and it grabbed Amelia. There wasn’t much room and I slipped. So see, it’s fine. At least I didn’t get bit.”

Dean grunted, “If someone didn’t act like a damn baby, you wouldn’t have fallen. I knew it was a mistake bringing her. If it had been any worse than this-”

“But it wasn’t,” Jo interrupted, “I’ll be fine. Just hurry up with that will ya, it’s not like it tickles.”

Dean finished stitching up Jo’s leg and helped her up, “Alright. Let’s get going. We need to find some cars or a place to crash for the afternoon so you can rest that leg a little bit.” As they began to walk down the road, Cas moved in next to Garth.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Hello, Garth.”

“What’s up?”

“I feel someone watching us. It is different than the dead ones. Keep an eye out, and tell Ash. I do not want to bother Dean with it just yet...but something is off.” He wandered off on his own, and Garth couldn’t help but look around to see if Cas’s intuition was right. He hoped that he wasn’t.

“What are we gonna do about that?” Daryl grumbled. Aaron looked through the binoculars at the ragtag group of people walking in their direction.

“I don’t think we need to do anything about it right now. They seem like decent enough people, and it looks like the one girl is hurt.”

Daryl grunted, “Ain’t nobody decent enough lookin’, anymore.”

Aaron sighed, “You didn’t seem to think that when we were out looking for survivors before. Why don’t you radio Rick and see what he thinks?”

“Do you really wanna bring these people into the mess we’re in right now? Ya might as well just leave ‘em out here to get eaten.”

“Daryl, I don’t think you mean that. Besides, with the way they navigated that bridge, they may be handy people to have around. Radio Rick.”

Daryl rolled his eyes but pulled the radio from his back pocket and pushed the button. “Hey, Rick, got yer ears on, man?”

“Yea, go ahead.”

“We got a group of….looks to be about nine. Headin’ towards Alexandria, looks like at least one of ‘em is hurt.” He released the button and squinted. “Hand me those binoculars.” Aaron tossed them over and Daryl stared at the two heading up the back of the group. “Looks like the injured one is expectin’.”

The radio was silent for a moment, then there was a crackle, “Watch ‘em. If they seem okay, ask ‘em the questions. If not...you know what to do.”

“Gotcha, brother.” Daryl slid the radio back into his back pocket. “Happy now?”

Aaron smiled, “Actually, yes. Yes, I am.” The two men quietly began to follow the small group, keeping a safe distance until the time was right.

Read Chapter 5 HERE.

Forever Tags: @trexrambling @pinknerdpanda  @wheresthekillswitch @emilywritesaboutdean @arryn-nyxx @emptywithout @escabell @charliebradbury1104 @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes  @deanssweetheart23  @canadianjelly @super-not-naturall @aubreyreadsstuff @dean-winchesters-baby @melissaj616 @fandomismyspiritanimal @keepcalmandcarryondean @assbutt-still-in-hell @owllover123 @rosie-winchester @amionthetumbler @duubaduu @hiimaprofessionalfangirl @goldenolaf25 @authoressskr @nanie5 @mrssamfuckingwinchester @zincomms @kathaswings @crazynerdandproud @barbedwireandbubblegum @sandlee44 @boxywrites @justanotherdeangirl @smalltowndivaj @captainradicalpassion @myloveforyouxx @atc74 @endlesslytimeless

At The End Of All Things: @jellersquad @babeonthebike

#supernatural #the walking dead #SPN/TWD AU #dean winchester #jo harvelle #dean x jo #sam winchester #amelia richardson #sam x amelia #bobby singer #ellen harvelle #bobby x ellen #castiel #garth fitzgerald #ash #daryl dixon #aaron #rick grimes #fan fiction

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bad Boys: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You and Sam get a look into Dean’s past when an old friend calls Dean for help with a ghost problem on his property. It’s not so easy taking down a ghost attached to a child, but you’ll manage just fine... right?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

"Okay, don't close one eye. That actually doesn't help. Focus on the target and shoot."

Dean positions the very real gun in Noah's hand exactly the way it's supposed to be held, and Noah shrugs him off with a shake of his head.

"I've played video games. I know how to shoot a gun."

"Okay, hot shot. Go ahead."

Dean steps back and lets Noah take the reins. Noah adjusts his stance and shoots his target three times. You stand by the entrance into the shooting range with both Zeus and Colonel at your feet. You look at the target to see Noah hit the wall twice and the bottom of the target outline once.

"If you did that in the field, you'd be dead. I'm not saying this to scare you, I'm saying it to prepare you."

"Okay, how do I do it again?"

Dean stands behind Noah and fixes his stance before giving him a few more tips and tricks. Noah shoots the target again, and this time, he gets all bullets through the outline. It's not exactly on point, but it's better than last time.

"There you go," Dean smiles. "You'll be blowing off heads in no time."

"I want to hunt like you and Y/N."

"It takes a lot of practice," you say, and both heads turn to you. "If you truly want to be one, we'll help you learn."

"This is the coolest thing ever."

When you thought about adopting Noah, you never thought he would adapt so quickly to the hunting life. You're not sure what his life was like before meeting you, but you're more than happy to learn.

"Why don't you go find Sam and show him what you learned?" Noah doesn't skip a beat and runs off, leaving you and Dean alone. Colonel chases after him, but Zeus stays by your feet. He sits up when Dean approaches you and nudges your hand. "Your week is almost up."

"So?" Dean grumbles.

"So... you don't have to decide now, but if you decide Noah can't stay, and you have every right to that, then it's going to be that much harder for Noah to pull away. If you truly don't want Noah here, then you need to do something about it before it's too late."

Zeus whines and walks over to Dean before jumping up and licking his cheek. He jumps back down and looks over at you before returning his gaze to Dean. Dean remembers fully what Zeus said to him when he was under the "dog speaking" spell.

She's sad all the time. She puts on a brave face for you and the kids, but deep down, she wants to never stop crying. Seeing her with Noah for the first time, I saw some of that sadness drift away.

Since she encountered Noah, I'm starting to see the old her back.

You've already attached yourself to Noah, and if he were to say no, then you'd be losing a piece of you. How could he do that to you? He knows you didn't intentionally let Noah stay hoping he would change his mind, but it's a big decision regardless. You'd be adopting a child, and that presents its own hard challenges.

You and Dean make your way back upstairs where Sam is listening to how Noah is getting better at shooting a gun. Joanna and Maryann are at the table, but they aren't listening to what he is talking about. Joanna has always been more social than her sister, so you're not too worried about Joanna getting along with Noah. Maryann is so young that she'll get used to Noah being her brother as she grows up.

You kiss your daughters on the head just as one of Sam's phone rings.

"Hello? ... I'm sorry, there's no, uh, Dee-dawg here."

"Give me the phone," Dean says, snatching the phone from Sam's hands. "Sonny, hey. What's up? ... Okay. ... Alright. Yeah, just sit tight. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"What's that all about, 'Dee-dawg'?" Sam smirks.

"Do you remember when we were kids and we were in upstate New York? Dad was on a Rugaru hunt. We crashed at the bungalow colony with the ping-pong table?"

"Yeah, you disappeared, and when Dad came back, you were gone. He shipped Y/N and I off to Bobby's for a couple of months and went to go find you. He said you were lost on a hunt or something."

"I about lost my damn mind when I found out. He refused to bring me along," you say.

"That's what we told you?" Dean chuckles. "Right."

"I'm sorry? That's what you told us?"

"The truth is, I lost the food money that Dad left for us in a card game, and I knew you two would get hungry. I tried taking the five-finger discount at the local market and got busted. I wasn't on a hunt. He sent me to a boys' home."

"Like a reform school?" you ask.

"Yeah, more or less. It was a farm, and the guy who ran it, Sonny, looked after me."

"How did I not know that? I was sixteen; all I ever wanted to do was be with you."

"I don't know what to tell you," your husband shrugs.

The fact that John left Dean at a reform school for two months because he was stealing some food outrages you, but you keep your cool in front of your kids.

"Wait. Does Sonny know what we do?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. He's good people. I gave him the number to the Bat Phone, and it sounds like he's got something in our wheelhouse. So, are you gonna be cool doing this, or are you too tired?"

"No, I'll be fine. Why didn't you just tell me you went to a boys' home?"

"I don't know. It was Dad's idea. Then, the story became the story. I was sixteen."

Kevin shows up with messy hair, and you turn to him with a sweet smile.

"Will you watch the kids for me?"

"Yeah."

"I want to go with you," Noah says.

"Me too!" Joanna speaks up.

"No, you're staying here," you say to Joanna and turn to Noah. "You can come. Go get your things." Joanna starts to whine, but you put a stop to that right now. "Jo, you're safer here. You can play dress up and have a tea party with Kevin."

"That's what every Prophet wants," Kevin sighs.

"You can use a break. Make sure you don't burn the Bunker down while we're gone."

Once Sam and Noah were ready, you four headed to Upstate New York. It only took a day to get there, but it seemed faster with Dean's driving. Dean pulls up and parks between farm fields with Sonny's house up the dirt driveway.

"You were here for two months and Dad couldn't find you?" Sam asks.

"Oh, no. He found me. He found me quickly, but he left me here because I lost our money."

"You were sixteen. You made a mistake."

"Yeah. I made the mistake." Dean looks at you and Sam and rolls his eyes because he knows you're thinking. "Look, I know how you two think. None of this was Dad's fault."

"You're fucking delusional if you can't see that John is completely at fault here. This just adds to the list as to why John was a bad father."

Dean really doesn't want to get into this with you, so the only thing he can do is roll his eyes. You four head up the driveway to the house, and Dean knocks on the door. Minutes later, an older woman wearing a sweater and a large cross around her neck answers the door.

"What can I do for you folks?"

"I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam, my wife, Y/N, and our son, Noah. We're old buddies of Sonny's."

To hear him call Noah his son makes your heart flutter in happiness, but you don't comment on it.

"Prison buddies?"

"No. Do you mind telling him we're here?"

"I'll go get him," she says after a pause. She turns around, and before you can follow her in, she turns back to you. "I just mopped the floor, so you take off those roach stompers."

"Yes, ma'am," you nod.

Sam and Dean walk in and kick off their shoes, careful not to ruin the floor. You and Noah are next, and you set your shoes next to Dean's.

"Sonny's an ex-con, huh?"

"What, and we're such angels?" Dean scoffs. "Trust me, he's more than made up for it."

"Dee-dawg!"

Sonny walks in wearing glasses and his hair slicked back into a low ponytail. He pulls Dean in for a hug, and they both smile happily.

"Sonny! Good to see you!"

"This must be Sam and Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you," you smile politely.

"So, the farm looks nice."

"Oh, please, man. It's barely standing. I only got a handful of kids working around here now."

"Why's that?" you ask.

"Because these days, the system would rather incarcerate a boy than redeem him."

You look to the right and see the same woman who answered the door wiping down a table. You're not sure if she knows about the supernatural or not, but you don't want to take any chances.

"Hey, Sonny, do you mind if we talk alone?" you ask and gesture to her.

"Hey, Ruth, would you please go check on the boys and make sure their morning chores are getting done?"

Ruth looks at all four of you before heading off to do as she is told.

"So, what's happening?" Dean asks.

"You remember Jack, right? Well, somehow, that ancient, rusty, broken-down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night. You know, I never believed any of this mumbo-jumbo stuff you folks are into, but something ain't right."

"What do you mean?"

"Things started happening: lights flickering on and off, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, and windows and doors slamming."

"Alright, do you think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?"

"That shouldn't be a problem. Most are home on break, you know, those who have a home worth going to."

Sonny leaves to gather the rest of the kids, and you turn to Dean for leadership. He knows this property better than you and Sam, so he would know what to do.

"Why don't you take the house? The kid and I will check out the barn. Come on, Noah."

"Okay," Noah smiles widely.

"I'll go with you," you offer. Sam doesn't mind looking alone, so you leave with your husband. "Why didn't you tell me about this place or the fact that you stole?"

"It's not something I wanted you to know."

"You know, if I had gone with you, you'd have never gotten caught," you smirk.

"I was young and stupid. I didn't want to involve the girl I loved into that."

"We've gotten ourselves in worse things."

You walk into the barn and cough at how dusty it is. Dean whips out his EMF reader, but nothing shows up on it. He walks around, but the EMF reader is completely silent.

"Y/N?" Noah says.

You and Dean turn to see a small kid around Noah's age standing in the entryway. He is holding an action figure of a superhero.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?"

"Fighting monsters."

"What kind of monsters?"

"All sorts with Bruce the Monster Smasher," he says and holds out his toy.

"Is that a cape?" Dean walks closer to him, but you keep Noah by your side. "It's a little impractical for smashing monsters, huh? You know, you could choke—"

I clobber evil! The little boy must have pressed a button that makes the doll speak.

"I bet you do," Dean chuckles and holds his hand out. "I'm Dean and that's my wife, Y/N."

"Timmy."

Timmy grabs Dean's hand to shake, but it's not an effective handshake. Dean shakes his head and gets down to his level.

"Let's try that again. If you're gonna be a man, you got to learn how to shake like one, okay? Give me your best Kung Fu grip." Timmy does, and Dean nods. "Good. Now look me straight in the eye. Let me know that you mean business. Shake as hard as you can." Timmy does as he's told. "That's it. You shake like that and you'll be alright."

You look down at Noah to see a look of jealous flash across his face. He and Dean have been getting close for the week that Noah's been with you. So, to see another kid learn from him makes him a little jealous. It's kind of cute, to be honest.

"Hey, Timmy, did you know Jack who worked here?" you ask, changing the subject.

"Yes," he says quietly.

"What can you tell me about him?" Dean asks, standing to his full height.

"He yelled a lot. He was yelling when he had his accident."

"How do you know that?"

"Because me and the other boys were playing here when it happened."

"Did you see anything?" Timmy shakes his head. "Is there anything else about that night that you can remember? Anything at all?"

"It suddenly got really cold. Can I go? I have to finish my chores before Miss Ruth gets mad."

"Yeah, you better roll."

Timmy runs out of the barn, and as soon as he is gone, Noah runs over to Dean and holds out his hand. Dean's always wanted a son, and he believes one day that you will give him one biologically. For now, he's perfectly content with having Noah as one, even if it's not legal. You can't help but smile when Dean shows him how to give a good handshake.

x

Follow my library blog @aqueenslibrary​​​​​​​​​​​​ where I reblog all my stories, so you can put notifications on there without the extra stuff :)

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x jo harvelle #dean winchester fiction #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fiction #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural series rewrite #series rewrite #spn seaosn 9

[vallygirl285]

Title: Jo vs. Her First Hunt

Author: Valleygirl

Rating: G

Summary: Dean and Sam spend Halloween at the Roadhouse with Jo, Ellen and Bobby.

Chapter 1

"Come on Jo, what was your first hunt?" Dean asked as he popped open two beers, handing one to the blonde huntress as they clicked long-necks and said cheers.

"Rawhead with Gordon." She said quickly knowing that wasn't a name either brother cared to hear.

Ellen laughed. "I believe the question was what was your first hunt."

"Yeah and that was it." She said frowning at her mom in confusion.

"What about Mrs. Connor's garden?" Ellen teased.

Dean smiled when he saw Jo blushed a pretty shade of pink. "Come on Harvelle, fess up."

"Fine!" She huffed. "Not fair to ask things in front of my Mom though!"

"Come on Jo." Sam said, curious at what the young woman's first hunt really was.

"It was when I was five. I decided to stake out our neighbors vegetable garden on Halloween." She said seriously.

"Let me guess Linus, you were waiting for The Great Pumpkin." Dean teased.

"Don't be ridiculous Dean, there's no such thing as The Great Pumpkin. I was hunting a damn vamp. The most dangerous vampire to walk the earth." She told him earnestly as Dean, his brother and Bobby all leaned forward at this development.

"A vampire...at five you were hunting the most dangerous vampire to walk the earth." Dean asked skeptically.

Jo sighed and shudder for effect as she looked down at her hands. "Well walk might not be the exact truth, it's more likely he hopped."

"Hopped?" Sammy repeated questioningly.

Jo nodded her head seriously as she looked at her captive audience. "Yes hopped! Dammit Sammy, don't you see...I was hunting...I was hunting Bunnicula!" She sobbed dramatically burying her face in her hands.

She looked back up with a silly grin on her face as Sam, Bobby and Ellen burst out laughing but it was Dean's reaction that truly surprised her though.

"I can totally get behind ganking that furry freak!" Dean cried. "As if their teeth aren't weird enough but vampire fangs! Not to mention all those innocent victims being drained of their life force! Just not right!"

Sammy turned and stared at his brother. "Victims?! Dean they were vegetables."

"Victims Sammy victims!"

"Oh my god...now I know why you would never let me borrow that book from the library when we were kids."

"Like I was going to read that horror story to a child." He huffed.

"Or watch the cartoon..." Sam reminded him.

"Veggie snuff film... I don't think so!" He said firmly. Shooting Sam, Ellen and Bobby a dirty look when they started to laugh. He exchanged a look with Jo and knew she would have his back on this by the way she nodded her head in agreement.

SPNSPNSPN

Seven beers and five shots of Jack Daniels later Jo found herself being shush by an equally tipsy Dean as they crouch at the end of the garden.

"Remember Jo, don't attacking until you see their fangs." Dean slurred as he handed her one of their recently carved stakes.

Jo nodded her head in agreement before asking. "Are you sure stakes made from carrots are going to work?"

Dean looked up at his hunting partner and grinned. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

SPNSPNSPN

Sam, Ellen and Bobby shook their heads in amusement.

"How long should we leave them out here?" Sammy asked as he pulled out his cell phone to capture the two hunters actually crawling along the perimeters of the garden plotting their strategy for the upcoming 'battle'.

"Oh I'm sure they'll pass out soon. It's a warm evening and they should be fine to sleep it off outside. They'll be back when Mrs. Connor's sprinklers come on in the morning." Ellen said with a chuckle as she headed back inside.

Bobby laughed. "Oh that should be fun."

Sam smirk as he continued to film the clearly drunk hunters. He almost went over to put an end to their 'hunt' when he saw Jo's hand slipped and she went down with a soft thud.

Instead he stopped and watched the way Dean helped her up, checking her for any injuries before leaning down to kiss the palm of her hand.

He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched his brother reach up to cup Jo's cheek before leaning in and finally kissing the blonde huntress.

Maybe his brother and Jo's 'hunt' wasn't such a waste of time after all.

The End

#jo harvelle #dean winchester #jo x dean #ellen harvelle #sam winchester #bobby singer #happy halloweeeeeeen #bunnicula #jo vs. her first hunt #chestervelle #chestervelle fan fiction

[the-raven-sisters]

Fun Fact #9

As briefly mention in Chapter 7, Harper had a punk rock band in high school, named Assholes With Feelings. The band consisted of: Jo Harvelle on drums,  Ash playing guitar, Harper playing bass guitar, and Maisie as manager.

Assholes With Feelings didn’t last very long, to say the least.

#sorry this fun fact is late #idk if anyone noticed #the raven sisters #RS facts #harper raven #maisie raven #jo harvelle #spn #supernatural #spn oc #supernatural oc #spn fan fic #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfic #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn family #spn fandom #supernatural family #supernatural fandom #ash

[5minutefanfiction]

Master List

Ok Lovelies, It’s been years and I’m still having Masterlist issues. Let’s try it again. *Holy Crap I think it worked!!!!*

LAST UPDATED: 18 September 2020

I do take requests for my fanfics, ie send in a storyline you want to see. Requests are currently OPEN.

Please note: My fan fictions are reader inserts. Please use the following key to help place yourself in the story. Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N= Your First Name Y/L/N= Your Last Name Y/C/H= Your Colour Hair

Master List Link

Are You Sure? (Sam x Reader)

Paybacks a B*tch (Dean and Reader friendship) (Sam and Reader friendship)

What Hormones? (Dean x Reader)

Meet My Goddaughter (Sam x Reader)

Really Cas, I’m Fine (Castiel x Claire Novak) Overprotective Cas and Pregnant Claire

Poor Sammy (Sam x Reader)

It’s in His Kiss (Dean x Reader)

You Make Me So Hot (Dean x Reader)

What He Didn’t Know (Dean x Reader)

Things I Didn’t Say (Dean x Reader)

Goodbye Shyness (Sam, Dean, Reader Friendship)

Womanhood (Dean x Reader)

PMS (Sam x Reader)

Hidden Truths (Sam x Reader)

Lil Sis (Brothers x Lil Winchester)

Anything for Love (Dean x Reader)

Truth or Dare  (Dean x Reader)

Magic in Music (Sam x Reader)

Love You Out Loud (Dean x Reader)

Just Breathe (Lil Winchester Series)

Rescue Me (Sam x Reader)

Mama Bear (Brothers x Reader Friendship)

Another Day (Dean x Reader) Anxiety

Mr Tall and Handsome (Sam x Reader)

Mr Tall and Handsome (Part Two) (Sam x Reader)

Mr Tall and Handsome (Part Three) (Sam x Reader)

Bad Girl Gone Good (Sam x Reader)

Bad Girl Gone Good (Part Two) (Sam x Reader)

Through Good Times and Bad

All About Soul (Dean x Reader)

Friends with the Devil (Crowley x Reader)

Turn the page (Sam x Dean x Reader friendship)

Roadhouse Blues (Dean x Reader)

I Believe in Miracles (Dean x Reader)

Secrets (Winchester x Reader friendship)

Finally Found (Dean x Reader)

Hand Me Down (Dean x Reader)

Light Surrounding You (Dean x Reader)

Puppy Love (Dean x Reader)

I Wanna Know… (Dean x Reader)

Tonight Looks Good On You (Dean x Reader)

Lips of an Angel (Dean x Reader) (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)

Voice of an Angel (Dean x Reader)

Devil in the Drink (Crowley x Reader)

Sugar (Sam x Reader) (Part One) (Part Two)

What in the Actual Hell (Dean x Reader) (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

Club Bunker (Dean x Reader)

Anything I Can Do (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Hush Hush (Dean x Reader)

Maybe Someday But Not Tonight (Dean x Reader) Hush Hush Part Two

Writer’s Request (Jared, Jensen and Misha x reader friendship)

And Everything In Between… (Sam x Reader)

Rumours (Dean x Reader)

Cat and Mouse (Dean x Reader)

Forever There (Dean x Reader)

Regret (Dean x Reader)

Study Buddy (Sam x Reader)

Playboy and Chanel (Dean x Reader)

That Goes Both Ways (Dean x Reader)

Dance (Dean x Reader)

Too Little, Too Late (Dean x Reader)

Silence (Sam x Reader)

Shock (Dean x Reader)

Shock Part 2 (Dean x Reader)

Dark (Dean x Reader)

My Mistake (Dean x Reader)

Goodbye (Part One)   (Part Two) (Dean x Reader)

Rare Find (Part One)  (Part Two) (Dean x Reader)

Whiskey Girl (Dean x Reader)

A Way With Words (Dean x Reader)

Grief (Winchesters x Lil Sister)

Fix On You (Sam x Reader)

Thaw (Dean x Reader)

Pain (Dean x Reader)

Healing (Dean x Reader)

Power of Love (Dean x Reader)

Careful What You Wish For (Dean x Reader)

War Against Ourselves (Sam x Reader)

Even After the Sun Dies (Dean x Reader) Choose Your Own Ending

In the Wind (Sam x Reader)

Everyone Has Their Limits (Dean x Reader)

Model Behaviour (Dean x Reader)

Model Emotions (Dean x Reader) Model Behaviour Part Two

Guardian Angel (Cas x Reader)

Wildest Dreams (Dean x Reader)

Style (Wildest Dreams Part Two) Dean x Reader

Two Weeks (Dean x Reader)

In the Hands of Evil (Dean x Reader)

Not on my Watch  (Lil Sister x Boys)

I Got You (Dean x Reader)

I Still Got You (Dean x Reader)

9 Months (Dean x Reader)

The Tale of Two Brothers (Dean x reader plus Sam x Reader) Choose Your Own Ending.

Fix This (Dean x Reader)

Cries for You (Dean x Reader)

Photograph (Dean x Reader)

My Little Girl (Sam x Reader)

A Place for Everything (Dean x Reader Friendship)

So Much Better (Dean x Reader)

Lullaby (Dean x Reader)

Family Doesn’t End With Blood (TFW x Reader)

Date with a Demon (Winchester x LilSis!Winchester) (Cas x Reader friendship)

Demons (Sam x Reader)

All or Nothing (Dean x Reader)

Gadreel’s Heaven (Gadreel x Reader)

The Past Can Hurt (Dean x Reader)

Thanks for the Memories (Dean x Reader)

Thanks for the Memories (Part Two) (Dean x Reader)

Home (Dean x Reader)

Happy Birthday, Sweet (Winchesters x Reader friendship)

Home For Christmas (Dean x Reader)

Safe (Dean x Reader)

Perfectly Imperfect (Dean x Reader)

Deepest Desire (Dean x Reader)

Only In My Dreams (Dean x Reader)

Bye, Bobby (Dean x Reader)

Sweet Dreams (Dean x Reader)

Happy Birthday (Dean x Reader)

Forever the Gentleman (Dean x Reader)

Confidence (Dean x Reader)

Try Anything Once (Jo Harvelle x Reader)

Baby, It’s You (Dean x Reader)

Harder Than He’d Like (Dean x Reader)

What You Deserve (Sam x Reader)

What You Deserve (Dean x Reader)

Something’s You Don’t See (Dean x Reader)

Anxious (Winchesters x Reader Friendship)

Into the Light (Dean x Reader)

Growing Up Too Soon (Lil Sister x Winchester)

Never Gonna Be The Same Again (Dean x Reader)

His (Dean x Reader)

A Long Road (Dean x Reader)

Oh No, She Ain’t (Dean x Reader)

Knocking on Heaven’s Door (Dean x Reader)

Fear (Dean x Reader)

Birthday Prayers (Castiel x Reader)

What She Didn’t Hear (Dean x Reader)

No Strings, Just Friends (Dean x Reader)

Trials (Sam x Reader)

Baby (Dean x Reader)

Next Go Round (Dean x Reader)

Sweet Like Pie (Dean x Reader)

Girl, You’re Amazing (Dean x Reader)

Flashlight (Dean x Reader)

Someone That You’re With (Dean x Reader)

Date from Hell (Dean x Reader)

Labour Pain (Dean x Reader x TWF)

Mark of Cain (Dean x Reader) Choose Your Own Ending

Chasing Cars (Dean x Reader)

Relax, You’ve Got This (Dean x Reader) Finals Week!

Bad Things (Dean x Reader)

Light Behind the Onyx (Demon!Dean/TheMark/Dean x Reader)

Light Behind the Onyx (Part Two) (Demon!Dean/TheMark/Dean x Reader)

Brown Eyed Girl (Dean x Reader)

Fight for Me (Dean x Reader)

Time (Dean x Reader)

In Sickness and in Health (Dean x Reader)

One Night (Dean x Reader)

I Hate How Much I Love You (Sam x Reader)

You Still Sleep with a Teddy Bear (Dean x Reader)

The Hunter and the Geek (Dean x Reader)

In My Arms (Dean x Reader)

Saving Grace (Dean x Reader) Daddy!Dean AU

When The Past Returns (Dean x Reader)

When The Past Returns -  Part Two (Dean x Reader)

Sands of Time (Dean x Reader)

The Morning After (Dean x Reader)

In My Darkest Hour (Dean x Reader)

One in Four (Dean x Reader)

Supertuned (Dean x Reader x Dom Toretto) Supernatural meets Fast and Furious

Supertuned 2 (Dean x Reader x Dom Toretto) Supernatural meets Fast and Furious (Choose your own ending)

Another Matter (Dean x Reader)

Return to Hell (Winchester x Reader)

Better Late Than Never (Dean x Reader)

RIP Smiley (Dean x Reader)

Wish I Was Somebody (Dean x Reader)

Dream A Little Dream (Dean x Reader)

You Are What You Eat (Dean x Reader)

Say Something (Dean x Reader)

Holding on to Heaven (Dean x Reader)

All I Want for Christmas (Dean x Reader)

You Belong With Me (Dean x Reader)

Promises  (Dean x Reader)

Breaking Promises or Breaking Hearts - Promises part two (Dean x Reader)

Damn Witches (Dean x Reader)

Count on Me (Dean x Reader)

F*ck Cancer (Dean x Reader)

Forever His Always (Dean x Reader)

If Only (Dean x Reader)

Pranks (Dean x Reader)

Family Business (Dean x Reader)

One Way or Another (Dean x Reader)

Heart Song (Dean x Reader)

In the Dark (Dean x Reader)

Wish Upon A Star (Dean x Reader)

Reader Title Challenge

And Everything in Between

My Past is Darker Than His

What’s So Great About Him?

Behind Her Hazel Eyes

The Sheriff and the Doctor (Dean x Reader) (Guest spots Cas, Charlie, Sam, Gabriel Gadreeel, Benny, John, Bobby)

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Part Three)

(Part Four)

(Part Five)

A Love She Never Knew (Part One)  (Part Two)   (Part Three)   (Part Four)   (Part Five)   (Part Six)

The Girl He Never Knew – Mean!Dean Version (Part One)  (Part Two)  (Part Three)

Dear Diary:   Entry 1: Feb 9th and 10th

DEAN MINI SERIES It’s not a Thong (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Vegas, Baby (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) It’s all in the Text (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) The Thrill of the Chase (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) Confusion in the Evidence (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Just to Get High (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) Innocence (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Special Ingredient (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Damn Horror Movies (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) And Then There Was… (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) The Aftermath (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Too Little, Too Late? (Part One) (Part Two) Shut Up and Drive! (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) Lies and Something Stupid (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) Find and Seek (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) Ding, Dong the B*tch is Dead, Right? (Part One) (Part Two) Birth Announcement It’s Confusing Being Home (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Epilogue)

                                                 SAM MINI SERIES Knight in Shining Armour (Part One) (Part Two)  (Part Three) Hustle with the Best (Part One) (Part Two) Room Mates? (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) With A Little Help (Part One)  (Part Two)  (Part Three)  (Part Four)  (Part Five) Don’t Say It (Part One)  (Part Two)  (Part Three)

                                                        The Protection (Part One)  (Part Two)  (Part Three)  (Part Four)  (Part Five)  (Part Six)  (Part Seven)  (Part Eight)  (Part Nine)  (Part 10)  (Part 11)  (Part 12)  (Part 13)   (Part 14)  (Part 15)   (Part 16) (Epilogue)

High School Sweethearts

High School Sweethearts (teen!Dean x Reader) The Reunion (Part Two of High School Sweethearts) (Dean x Reader) High School Sweethearts (Part Three) (Dean x Reader) High School Sweethearts (Part Four) High School Sweethearts (Part Five) High school sweethearts: The Finale (Part Six) High School Sweethearts: A New Beginning (Part One) High School Sweethearts: A New Beginning (Part Two) High School Sweethearts: A New Beginning (Part Three) High School Sweethearts: A New Beginning (Part Four) High School Sweethearts: A New Beginning (Part Five)

Spying for Zacariah Spying for Zacariah (Dean x Reader) Imagine that started it all

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

AVENGERS

Light through the Dark (Captain America x reader)

Element (Avengers x Reader)

The Walking Dead

For Her, Anything (Daryl x Reader)

Poison (Daryl x Reader)

Familia (Daryl x Reader)

IMAGINE…

Supernatural

Fancy Dress (Dean x Reader)

Hidden Nutrition (Dean x Reader)

Trying To Escape Jurassic Park With The Winchesters As He Did It Again (Dean x Reader) (Part one)

He Did It Again (Dean x Reader) (Part Two)

Now He’s Done It, You Have To Tell Dad (Dean x Reader) (Part Three)

Spying for Zacariah (Dean x Reader)

Reunion (Dean x Reader)

A Lady

King of Valentine’s (Crowley x Reader)

Being Dean’s Valentine (Dean x Reader)

Valentine’s with Sammy (Sam x Reader)

Wax On, Wax Off (Winchester’s x Reader)

Eating a Meal with Dean (Dean x Reader)

Kissing One and Not the Other (Winchesters x Reader)

Bet? What Bet? (Dean x Reader)

Resolutions (Dean x Reader)

This time, it's Personal (Dean x Reader)

Australia Day (Sam x Dean X Reader Friendship)

Supertuned (Dean x Reader x Dom Toretto) Supernatural meets Fast and Furious

Supertuned 2 (Dean x Reader x Dom Toretto) Supernatural meets Fast and Furious

I've Been Re-hymenated (Dean x Reader)

Sammy and the Author (Sam x Reader)

Dean Waiting For You (Dean x Reader)

Avengers

Meet and Greet (Avengers x Reader)

First Date (Steve x Reader)

The Walking Dead

Imagine being what gets Darryl through the night (Darryl x Reader)

Teen Wolf

Waking Up Next To Derek (Derek x Reader)

Being The One That Rescues Derek (Derek x Reader)

Declaration (Derek x Reader)

Fast Fics - based on images

Supernatural

Seeing Double (Dean x Reader x Dean)

Painted Whore (Dean x Reader)

When I Needed You Most (Dean x Reader)

Daddy's Little Girl (John x Daughter!Reader)

No Such Thing As Apple Pie (Dean x Daughter x mentions Y/N)

Datable (Dean x Reader friendship)

Avengers

Meet my Brother (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Back from the Dead (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enjoy My Lovelies,

Bec xx

@thatfangirl42 @theskytraveler @upon-a-girl @wishedworld @scamanders26newtcase @shamelesslydean @calaofnoldor @stylesismyhubs @mrspeacem1nusone @deansgurlimagines @akshi8278 @thegreatficmaster @torn-and-frayed @hamartiamacguffin @illisea @gabavaldman @tornjeansandabrokenheart @msimpala67 @raylin19 @kgbrenner

#supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfics #supernatural oneshot #spn fanfics #The Walking Dead #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead imagine #TWD fandom #spn fandom #the avengers #the avergers fanfics #dean x reader #dean x reader insert #dean x you #dean winchester #dean oneshot #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester imagine #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfic #sam winchester fan fiction #dean and sam winchester #Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester Fanfic #sam winchester one shot #sam x reader insert #dean x y/n #sam x y/n #dean winchester x y/n

[artemisismyname]

Why does Jo Harvelle get so much hate ?? I cannot stand it when I’m reading a fan fiction and vibe with it and then Jo pops up and she gets written as a rude little bitch that Dean only tolerates. Same for Lisa !!! And Anna !!! And Cassie !!! Like man put some RESPECT on their names!!!It genuinely makes me so sad bc they’re amazing characters:(

#supernatural season fifteen #supernatural 15 years #dean winchester #jo harvelle #anna milton #lisa braeden

[hannah-deserved-better]

Shadows of the Past

I have now transferred and synced my fic Shadows of the Past from AO3 to Tumblr. It’s completely up to date. There’s 8 chapters so far.

Its becoming very suspenseful and I urge everyone to give it a read! You can find it on my Fan Fic blog @hanstielprompts or go to this link: https://hanstielprompts.tumblr.com/post/182413446216/shadows-of-the-past

Hannah, Jo Harvelle, and Eileen Leahy are back from the dead and they have joined team free will. After moving the team to a newly discovered MoL bunker, it seems like Castiel and the Winchesters are finally happy. But this bunker, the Maine forest, and the small town nearby are not what it seems and there seems to be something at work here. Castiel is struggling with his newfound family- Hannah, Jack, and a de-aged teenage Claire Novak, so he is a little stressed to find out Hannah is pregnant- along with Jo, Eileen and pretty much half the town. As women get knocked up one by one and those that give birth seem to vanish shortly after, the Winchesters begin to suspect something supernatural at work. At the same time, they are being plagued by Eileen’s strange behavior, Jo’s dark secret, and Hannah’s strange dreams and visions. Not to mention the constant menacing presence of Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael. It’s all a tangle of mystery, deceit, suspense, angsty, and horror in this little town and Team Free Will may never be the same.

Side Pairings: Dean/Jo, Jo/Charlie, Gabriel/Sam/Eileen, Claire/Kaia

Warnings: medium level smut, trauma, abuse implied in back story, teenage runaways, torture, violence, angst, dark themes.

#Fan fiction #Castiel #Hannah #Hanstiel #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Jack Kline #Sabriel #Gabriel #Eileen Leahy #Sam/Eileen #Dean/Jo #Jo Harvelle #Charlie Bradbury #Charlie/Jo #Claire Novak #Kaia Nieves #Claire/Kaia #Michael #Lucifer #Raphael #TW: pregnancy fic #grigori #vampires #werewolves #angels #angst #suspense #mystery

[bravadoseries]

i was tagged by @emiliachrstine and @chlobenet to tag ppl who make me happy! so i’m gonna do a bit of an appreciation post for some people i’ve been meaning to talk a bit more about since getting back into writing/ocblr :)  

@emiliachrstine ok first of all emilia i love you so much!! thank you for tagging me in this. i remember meeting you first through supernatural fandom and our mutual love and respect for jo harvelle and then bonding again over our mutual love and respect for the Queen sharon carter so i’m super happy that we’ve managed to stay in touch and always bond over our underappreciated faves. i’ve always loved your writing since i first encountered it i think (like when i was in eighth grade 😭 and i would read ur spn fic on the bus home from school) so it’s crazy to me that i can consider you a friend now. thank you for sharing so much writing with the world, and for being so open and kind. it’s always a joy to talk to you about writing, see your beautiful edits, and plan crossovers between our ocs. i love you 💓💓💓

@daaeleira pixie!! i know i’ve said this like a million times before but you have been one of my longest friendships Period like irl or online or whatever like i have known you so long and i’m so happy that i have. i love you so much and i am so grateful you’ve been there for me through so much of my life and when things get crazy i’m happy i always have the opportunity to talk to you about how dumb the russos are or hear you talk about your #problematic #faves or just vent. i’m so lucky to know you!! you’re such a kind and funny person, and you’re really supportive and also genuinely one of the most talented writers i’ve ever had the privilege of reading work from (fic or not). i feel like i’ve grown so much from being friends with you in my beliefs and my general outlook on the world which is not something i expected at all when i applied to be a mod for the winsisters blog but i am so happy and grateful that it was the case. i stan all of your ocs genuinely they’re all so good and you’re like. a legend in my mind i admire you so much

@perfectlystiles we are new friends but i love how easy it is to talk to you!  we get along super well and i love how we are both little bruce banner stannies and how we have such similar shipping interests lmfaooo i just really enjoy talking to you about giles and fandom and our messed up sleep schedules and how quarantine has really screwed both of us over motivation-wise.  i’m really glad we vibe so well because it’s always a joy to talk to you :~)

@kenobi-jinn we are also new friends!  i’ve been catching up on star wars media specifically so i can go HARD with stanning valencia when i start your obi-wan fic.  i’ve started your marvel story (and i’m planning on reviewing the rest of it too i promise !) and i am a huge fan of your writing style and your ability to hold up original storylines.  i admire your work so much and i’m really excited to get more into it :) you’re extremely talented! and also a very kind and easy to talk to person.  i’m really glad we’ve gotten in touch!  

@ocfairygodmother cass/jan!!!  okay i don’t know if you even remember this at all but i remember when elle’s story was first posted and i was looking for winsister stuff to read and i fell in love with it so early on.  we don’t talk too much anymore but i am so deeply admirational of how you have managed to build a real community out of ocblr.  you inspired me to write on an individual level when i was a kid and the community you’ve developed has kept me writing through these years, and so i owe it to you more than anyone or anything else that i’ve kept writing and that i’m pursuing a degree in writing as well.  idk if this is weird because we don’t talk too much but seriously, i owe so much of that to you.  you’re so positive and you devote so much time and work to being kind and supportive to other writers, and the impact you have had on my life and the lives of other people in this community is so large and positive.  thank you for being you, and for doing so much work that you didn’t need to do to help keep us together.  

@chlobenet ally i don’t think we have ever been super close but i’ve followed you for a long time and i am always stunned by how talented you are both with writing and editing! your ideas for ocs are so strong and distinct that they could clearly stand on their own as original pieces of fiction, but they also fit so well into the fandoms you write them for.  you’re incredibly creative and i’m grateful that you tagged me in this so i could have the chance to gush lol thank you!

@ahsokatonas joey i don’t know you super well but you are extremely talented and i admire your work so much!  you are a wonderfully talented writer and also incredible at worldbuilding.  not to mention amazing with edits and the like.  so thank you for sharing! 

@notaboutcat cat i have loved your writing and ocs since my supernatural days as well lol thank you for being such an inspiration to me ! and i’m really happy to know you and you know how big a fan i am of all of your ocs.  you’re a talented writer and you’re really good at building such unique and interesting characters that are a privilege to read!  

@suzieloveships thank you for being so supportive of my fic for so long! and for sending such interesting asks and leaving such kind comments on audrey’s story.  i appreciate it so much and i always look forward to seeing what you have to say when i see your username in my notifications :)

then there are a lot of people i’ve been admiring from afar!  so i want to say thank you to you all as well for sharing your writing or being supportive readers to others in the community.  sending love to you all <3 thank you for making me so happy

@lizziesxltzmxn @foxesandmagic @ultraocfury @aliverse @randomestfandoms-ocs @randomfandoming1 @feralcherry @celticboudicca @marvel-osity @sgtbuckyybarnes 

#author's notes #long post for ts