#john winchester x daughter!oc

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Bunny Slippers

Summary: While on the hunt for their dad the Winchester brothers are encouraged by Bobby to reach out to an old hunting buddy of John and Bobby. The trip leads to meeting not only a rugged hunter which is a missing puzzle piece to their dad's disappearance but also got to make the acquaintance of his lovely daughter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC ]

Warnings: mostly fluff with a sprinkle of possible violence or angst, maybe slow burn (i'm not too sure)

Word Count: 4,685 words

Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfiction. I dont really know how to write y/n so oc is all you're getting. I recently discovered the world of Supernatural and I am in love. This story takes place during Season 1, it doesn't really follow the story line and there might be some lore in accuracies. Please be kind, and I hope you enjoy my little story.

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With Bobby's wise counsel and the elusive hints scattered in John's journal, he implored the brothers to seek out Rob Blackburn, who could potentially steer them toward John. Rob, as Bobby explained, wasn't just an ally; he was a long-time comrade of both John Winchester and Bobby, often accompanying them on perilous hunts. Armed with this knowledge, Sam and Dean embarked on their journey to Boston in the trusty Impala. Dean took the wheel, immersing himself in the thumping beats of rock and roll, while Sam, map in hand, navigated the labyrinth of roads leading to Robert Blackburn's whereabouts. The pages of John's journal rustled in the background, revealing his own trek to Massachusetts, where he had joined forces with Rob to confront a formidable Wendigo.

In the early autumn morning, the Impala turned down the street of the Blackburn home, the epitome of historical charm found in Boston. The townhouse stands out with its red brick facade, large curved windows adorned with black shutters, and stately black entrance doors. Wrought iron railings line the stone steps leading up to the front doors, and mature trees along the sidewalk cast dappled shadows onto the cobblestone street. The vehicle comes to a halt in front of the winsome townhouse, with its elegance further accentuated by the cascading wisteria, lending a touch of natural beauty to the urban setting.

Dean cut the engine, his gaze shifting from the Blackburn residence to his brother. Sam, peering at Dean, broke the silence with his characteristic intensity. "So, think you're ready to face whatever's in there?" he asked, his voice tinged with both concern and determination.

Dean responded with his usual bravado, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready? Sam, I was born ready. Let's do this." His tone was confident, almost playful, yet underscored by the seriousness of their mission.

Moving in unison, the brothers climbed the steps to the Blackburn residence. A silent exchange of resolve passed between them as Dean turned to face the ominous black door. He pressed the doorbell, and for a moment, there was only silence. Impatient, Dean began to knock forcefully, intent on getting an answer.

Before he could knock again, hurried footsteps approached from inside. The door swung open to reveal a petite, dishevelled woman. Her light auburn curls were hastily tied atop her head, and her sleepy green eyes, magnified by tortoise-rimmed circle glasses, blinked at the unexpected visitors. Dean's gaze travelled over her, taking in the oversized Van Halen band t-shirt, the long flannel Batman pyjama pants tucked into mismatched white tube socks, and the pink bunny slippers, all indicating she had indeed just rolled out of bed.

The woman, stifling a yawn and crossing her arms defensively, addressed them with a groggy, gravelly voice. "Hello? Can I help you with something?" Her sleepy demeanour contrasted sharply with the urgency of their visit. 

The faintest hint of a smile played across Dean's face, a touch of warmth amidst the crisp Boston morning. The dishevelled stranger before him, a haphazardly charming vision in her comic book pyjamas and mismatched socks, sparked a flicker of amusement in his hunter's gaze. She couldn't be much older than Sam, he mused, who was barely past the threshold of twenty-two himself.

Clearing his throat, Dean straightened up a little, his eyes locking onto hers with an earnest steadiness. "Morning," he started, his voice carrying the signature gravel of a man used to long nights and the roar of a V8 engine. "Sorry to wake you, but we're looking for Rob Blackburn. The thing is," he paused, the weight of their search momentarily tightening his features, "our dad was working a case with him, and now... Dad's gone off the grid. We were hoping Rob might have some answers."

He watched her closely, not just for her response, but for any sign, any tell that might unravel the mystery of their father's whereabouts.

The woman's head tilted slightly, causing a few untamed curls to escape her hastily made morning bun. She squinted at Dean, her eyebrows knitting together in a puzzled frown. As her gaze shifted between Dean and Sam, a hint of wariness crept into her expression. "Sorry," she murmured, her free hand sliding under her glasses to rub at a sleepy eye. "But who are you guys, exactly?" she asked, her lips pursed slightly, clearly waiting for an explanation.

Dean met her gaze squarely, his expression a blend of seriousness and charm. "Name's Dean and this towering figure here is my brother, Sam," he said with a hint of a smirk. "We're here looking for Rob. You might know him through our dad, John Winchester. They go way back, and it's kind of important we talk to him." His tone carried the urgency of their quest, yet remained respectful, acknowledging the oddity of their early morning visit.

Her eyebrows lifted from their puzzled frown as the name John Winchester sparked a flicker of recognition in her features. Hesitating for a moment, she leaned slightly forward, peering past Sam and Dean to scan the street. Her green eyes settled on the shiny black Chevy parked in front of the house. Dean, noticing her gaze, followed it to the Impala.

With his trademark flirtatious smile, Dean couldn't resist a playful comment. "Hey, if you're interested, I could show you what she's really capable of," he said, nodding towards the Impala. The woman's eyes snapped back to Dean, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Realizing how his words might have sounded, Dean quickly clarified with a cheeky grin, "The Impala, I mean. A ride in the car."

She nodded silently, her cheeks now a deeper shade of red. A bit flustered, she stuttered, "Uh–" but then, meeting Sam's hazel eyes, she paused, took a deep breath, and regained her composure. "I'll be right back," she said before gently closing the door.

Dean left staring at the black door, perked up his ears as he heard her voice escalate inside, calling out, "Dad! The Winchesters are here!" After a brief silence, her voice rose again, more insistent this time, "DAD!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a look of surprise at the volume of her shout. The response came in the form of a deep, muffled reply from within. The door creaked open again, and the woman offered an awkward smile. "He'll be down so–"

Before she could finish, a tall, muscular man in plaid flannel pyjama pants and a simple grey t-shirt descended the stairs. He stood imposingly behind her, his voice deep and gravelly. "Mornin'," he greeted, eyeing the brothers. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Definitely John's boys," he observed as he extended his hand.

Dean grasped his hand firmly. "Dean," he introduced himself with a nod.

Sam followed suit, shaking Rob's hand. "Sam. It's good to meet you."

Rob's genuine smile broadened. "Rob. Nice to finally meet you boys. John's told me a lot about you two."

In the midst of the heartfelt introductions, Rob's daughter slipped out under her father's arm, who was now holding the door open. He quickly turned his head to call after her, "Jay, boil the water. We're gonna need some coffee."

Rob then stepped aside, inviting them in. "C'mon in," he said, glancing once more at the street as the brothers entered. "Damn, is that John's Impala?" he asked, intrigued.

Dean turned back to Rob, a hint of pride in his voice. "Actually, she's mine now. Dad left her to me. She's got more history and miles on her than most cars on the road. Runs like a dream, though." His words were laced with respect and a touch of nostalgia for both the car and his father.

The boys followed the barefoot Rob Blackburn into his living room. The space was a testament to a life well-lived and richly layered, a striking balance between the modern and the memorabilia of yesteryear. They stepped through the wooden archway, and Dean's gaze swept the room—a harmony of contemporary and eclectic tastes.

The living room was bathed in morning sunlight from a large, bay window framing the greenery and wisteria blossoms outside, its grandeur contrasted by the cozy array of furniture. A plush, dark green sofa accented with earth-toned pillows invited comfort and long conversations. Across the room, a pair of vintage armchairs stood guard, their fabric hinting at a past era. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, a ladder poised as if in mid-ascent, suggesting a world of knowledge and stories just out of reach. In the center, a stately wooden coffee table bore the weight of books and vases, while a Persian rug beneath whispered tales of ancient craftsmanship.

Above the mantel, a flat-screen TV was mounted, an anachronism amid the classical vibe. The mantle itself was a gallery of personal history, with frames marching across its length like milestones. Dean's eyes traced the journey of the dishevelled girl named Jay through frozen moments: school plays, graduations, and candid laughter.

One photograph, in particular, seized Dean's attention, squeezing his heart with the force of a long-forgotten song. There, captured in the stillness of time, was a young woman with auburn curls, her arm casually draped over a youthful Mary Winchester. Beside her, a younger Rob stood with an easy stance, and on the other side, John Winchester's smile reached out, as bright and as real as if he were standing in the room with them.

Dean found his voice, roughened by the swell of memory. "You've got quite the place here, Rob. Feels like a home that's seen a lot of good times," he said, his eyes not leaving the photograph.

Rob, following Dean's gaze, nodded with a touch of nostalgia. "Yeah, it's been through a lot. Every piece has a story, especially those photos," he said, his voice softening. "That one there," he pointed to the photograph that held Dean's gaze, "was from a summer BBQ we had right after John got back from a tour. Good times indeed, Dean.”

With a comforting pat on Dean's shoulder, Rob motioned towards the dark green sofa. "Please, take a seat," he said in a voice that carried the warmth of a seasoned host. Sam was already lounging there, looking every bit the part of a man ready to delve into matters of gravity and ghosts. Rob's towering presence moved towards one of the vintage armchairs, his movements measured and graceful. He sank into the chair with the ease of a man in his own sanctuary.

Dean observed Rob, taking in the rugged features that spoke of a life lived much like their father's—on the road, but always returning home. The man sitting across from him had a face that bore the marks of laughter and squinting against the sun, a generous beard that was well kept but suggested it could tell stories of its own. His hair, though tousled from sleep, had the hint of waves, and the light caught the flecks of gray that ran through it like silver threads in a tapestry. There was a certain comfort in his ruggedness, an unspoken kinship that Dean recognized well.

Rob caught Dean's gaze and chuckled, a sound that seemed to reverberate around the room. "My apologies, if I'd known Johnny's boys would be showing up on my doorstep, I'd have made myself presentable," he said, his fingers raking through his hair in a vain attempt to tame it.

Their conversation was paused as Jay quietly made her entrance, her arms full with an offering of steaming mugs. Dean's eyes followed her every step, noting the careful balance as she placed the coffee on the table with precision. The small, satisfied smile that danced across her lips made Dean's own lips twitch in response. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a look of comical frustration.

Jay stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes closed, speaking through gritted teeth. "I was so proud of not spilling coffee, I forgot people might want milk and sugar too."

Dean leaned forward, picked up one of the mugs, and met her frustrated gaze with a reassuring smile. "Don't sweat it, Jay. I take my coffee black as midnight on a moonless night," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's the best way to kick-start the day, especially when there's work to be done." He took a sip, letting the rich bitterness of the coffee linger, a stark contrast to the gentle chaos of the morning.

Jay—no, Julia—looked momentarily taken aback, an unspoken question flickering in her eyes about Dean's use of her nickname. Before she could voice it, Rob intervened with a throaty chuckle that broke the brief silence. "Dean, Sam, if it wasn't already apparent, this spirited individual is my daughter Julia."

Julia's expression folded into a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment at her father's words. "Introductions must've slipped my mind earlier," Rob added, his eyes twinkling with paternal amusement.

With a graceful motion that seemed to betray her earlier fluster, Julia tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Was a bit scattered, to be honest," she admitted as a soft hue painted her cheeks.

He offered her a warm, appreciative smile, and she, in turn, blushed a shade deeper, hastily picking up the one mug that held coffee lightened with milk. "Anyway, I'm—" she started, her voice trailing off as she backed away, thumbing in the direction of the staircase, "—going to get dressed."

With that, Julia turned, her retreat up the stairs as quick as it was quiet, leaving the conversation to hang in the warm, coffee-scented air of the living room.

The trio settled into an easy silence, the kind that speaks of understanding rather than discomfort. Eventually, Rob broke the stillness, setting his coffee cup down with a soft clink. "Not that I'm complaining about having John's boys over," he began, his voice even and curious, "but what brings you to my door?"

Sam, always the one to dive into the details, took the lead. "Well, Rob, from what we've pieced together with Bobby's input and clues from Dad's journal, it seems John was here in Boston not too long ago. He was helping you out with a wendigo situation," he explained. "You might have been one of the last people to see him. Now, Dean and I are crisscrossing the country, trying to track him down."

Dean, meanwhile, was only half-listening, his mind wandering as he sipped the robust black coffee. His thoughts were momentarily caught up with Julia—her surprising affinity for classic rock band shirts, her effortless command of the room, despite her earlier disarray. There was an allure there that Dean couldn't quite dismiss.

Realizing he needed to jump back into the conversation, he met Rob's gaze over the rim of his mug. "So, any chance Julia might know something that could help us out?" he asked, his voice casual but with an undercurrent of hope. It was a thinly veiled attempt to weave Julia back into their narrative—perhaps more for another encounter than actual investigative purposes.

Rob leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips as he cradled his mug. "Julia? She wasn't really involved with the hunting side of things with John. She's the brains, does all the research," he began, but the strains of Led Zeppelin suddenly filled the room, filtering through the walls of Julia’s bedroom, in a muffled but unmistakable riff.

He laughed, a low, rich sound, and shook his head affectionately. "Yeah, she's a history major. She’s got her nose usually buried in old books. But she did dig into the Wendigo lore while John was around. Spent a few hours picking his brain, so it might be worth a shot to ask her," Rob conceded, acknowledging the potential value in speaking with his daughter once more.

As the sun arced higher in the sky outside the arch window, time seemed to fold in on itself within the Blackburn residence. The conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, the brothers and Rob exchanging tales and theories about the elusive Wendigo. Engrossed in the retelling, they barely noticed the passage of time until the Led Zeppelin anthem that had been humming in the background abruptly ceased. A hush fell over the house, and Dean couldn't help but cast a puzzled look towards Rob, who appeared unfazed by the sudden silence, continuing his story with the ease of a man accustomed to the unpredictable soundtrack of a busy household.

Dean's attention was drawn towards the hallway as a flash of red caught his eye—a pair of Converse sneakers, the unmistakable hallmark of a casual yet deliberate style. As Julia came into view, his gaze instinctively followed the line of her high-waisted jeans up to her neatly tucked-in white shirt. Gone was the disarray of the morning; in its place stood Julia, transformed. Her light auburn curls, now tamed and flowing gracefully down her back, framed a face of calm composure.

She paused in the archway, and for a moment, there was a silent exchange as Dean's eyes met hers—no longer sleepy, but sharp and full of life.

Rob, seizing the opportunity, looked up at his daughter with a mix of pride and practicality. "Perfect timing, Jay. Do you recall any of the details from when John helped out with the Wendigo case? I'd take a stab at finding the research in the office, but I still can't make heads or tails of your organization system."

Julia's lips pursed lightly, a subtle indication she was preparing to delve into her mental archives, but before she could articulate her thoughts, Rob interjected with decisiveness. "Great, I'll go get changed, and you can show the boys what you've got."

Julia nodded, a silent agreement to take the lead, and Dean couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the way she navigated her father's expectations with grace. There was more to Julia than met the eye, and Dean was keen to uncover the depths of her knowledge—not just for the sake of their quest, but perhaps, for the simple pleasure of her company.

As Rob ascended the stairs, Julia began gathering the empty coffee mugs with an efficiency that spoke of routine. She gave Sam and Dean a quick, playful grin. "I'll just drop these off in the kitchen, then we can dive into the research. Hope you're ready for a bit of a deep dive," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of excitement about the task ahead. She turned on her heel, the cups clinking softly as she vanished down the hall.

Dean watched her go, an appreciative gleam in his eye. Sam, catching this all-too-familiar look, turned his entire body to face his brother, his expression a blend of warning and wisdom.

"Dean, I'm gonna say this once: tread carefully, man," Sam advised, leaning in slightly to emphasize his point.

Dean turned to his brother, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about, Sammy?"

Sam fixed Dean with a knowing look, the kind that only a lifetime of brotherhood could perfect. "Julia. I see that look in your eyes," he cautioned, his voice serious but not unkind.

A roguish smirk danced across Dean's face, his thoughts lingering on the spark he'd felt during their brief interactions. "Can't help it if there's a mutual spark. And come on, Sam—she's smart, she's into Zeppelin, and she's got that whole natural beauty thing going on. It's not just me," Dean defended with a casual shrug, trying to brush off the gravity of Sam's warning with his characteristic nonchalance.

Julia reemerged with a swift grace, pausing at the doorway, her demeanor alight with the thrill of sharing her world. The excitement seemed to emanate from her, an infectious energy that promised revelations and secrets held within her scholarly trove. As Sam and Dean stood, ready to be led into her realm of research, Sam's encouragement was both genuine and anticipatory.

"Rob mentioned you're quite the expert. Can't wait to see the treasures you've been working on," he said, his kind smile acknowledging her expertise.

Julia's response was tinged with humility and appreciation. "That's really nice of you to say," she replied, leading the way up the stairs with a lightness in her step that suggested she was as eager to share as they were to learn.

Reaching the second-floor landing, they were greeted by the impressive sight of a bookshelf that seemed to serve both as a doorway and a guardian of knowledge. Passing through the archway, both Winchesters couldn't help but pause, struck by the beauty of the room that unfolded before them.

They were surrounded by the warmth of aged wood and the silent stories of countless tomes. A built-in window seat nestled against a bay window offered a view of the soft purple wisteria blossoms framing the glass. The room was steeped in the warmth of vintage charm and the whispered stories of countless books. The walls are lined with towering shelves, crafted from dark, polished wood that gleams under the soft golden hue of strategically placed lamps. Each shelf is a testament to a bibliophile's passion, densely packed with books of varying sizes, their spines creating a colourful mosaic that speaks to years of collection and care.

In one corner, a plush armchair sits invitingly, upholstered in a rich, patterned fabric that echoes the bygone era of Victorian elegance. Next to it, a small table holds a crystal decanter of amber liquid and matching glasses, alongside a pile of well-thumbed novels, suggesting a perfect nook for sipping and reading. The heavy curtains pulled back from a large window allow the gentle light to filter in, casting a serene glow over the scene.

Despite the room's orderly foundations, there's a deliberate messiness to it that adds character. Stacks of books and papers teeter precariously on every available surface, including the floor, where a worn Persian rug lays as a testament to the many hours spent lost in literature. The desk is a landscape of creative chaos, with open books, notes scribbled on loose papers, and a vintage typewriter pushed to one side to make room for a modern laptop, showing the blend of old and new.

Unique artifacts are nestled among the books: a vintage globe, a brass telescope, and curious trinkets like skulls and antique scissors, each with its own untold backstory. The space is a sanctuary of knowledge, history, and personal quirks, inviting you to explore its depths, both literary and personal.

As Julia completed a graceful pirouette, her arms outstretched to present the room, her eyes met theirs with a spark of shared understanding. "This is where the magic happens," she declared, her smile as genuine as the passion that clearly fueled her pursuit of knowledge. The invitation was clear, and the Winchesters stepped into her world, ready to be enchanted by the magic of her making.

The effervescent joy Julia exuded was infectious, and Dean found himself basking in a reflected glow of happiness as he watched her navigate the room. He leaned against the doorway, observing her as she gathered an armful of papers and books, her movements a dance of efficiency amid the charming chaos. With a deft hand, she rehomed the collected clutter atop another table already brimming with the weight of research.

"Here," she sang out, her voice carrying the lightness of a melody, as she flitted from one end of the room to the other, her presence transforming the space into something ethereal. She was like a sprite in her own domain, orchestrating the energy of the room with every sweep of her arm.

Sam and Dean approached the cleared chairs with a hint of hesitation, not wanting to disturb the artful disorder of her workspace. They settled into the seats, and Julia paused in her bustling, resting a hand on the back of Dean's chair. For a moment, she stood still, lost in thought, and Dean found himself enveloped in the subtle scent that clung to her—pistachio, perhaps, and something sweetly salted, like caramel. It was warm and inviting, and his heart thrummed a little faster in his chest as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Julia's contemplative silence broke, and she turned her gaze to meet Sam's, her expression earnest. "I have a lot of material on the Wendigo—notes, theories, patterns. John had me assist him with something else, too," she confided, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But before I share anything, you have to promise not to tell my dad. He tends to be... overly protective about certain things."

Her eyes lingered on Sam, seeking an assurance of confidentiality, an unspoken pact between them. Dean felt a tug of curiosity, an eagerness to delve into the knowledge she held, and he nodded in silent agreement, keenly aware of the trust she was placing in their hands.

Sam met Julia's earnest gaze, understanding the gravity of her request. He nodded, a silent promise etched into the gesture. "You have our word, Julia. Whatever you share with us stays between us," Sam assured her, his tone underscored with the seriousness of a sworn oath.

Dean, who had been momentarily caught in the sensory spell of Julia's presence, now anchored himself in the moment, the importance of her trust not lost on him. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with hers, reinforcing the vow. "We've kept secrets bigger than a bunker," he said, a soft, conspiratorial edge to his voice. "Your research is safe with us."

Julia, seemingly satisfied with their assurance, pulled a deep breath before she began, her eyes momentarily flitting to the ceiling as if gathering the threads of her thoughts. "Okay," she started, her voice now a hushed whisper, "John and I were looking into some lore—old, obscure stuff, not just your run-of-the-mill monster tales. It's about something much older, something he was tracking long before the Wendigo."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Julia spoke, the brothers leaning in, captivated by the prelude to secrets yet untold. The promise they had made bound them to this space, to the words that were about to unfold, weaving them into the fabric of Julia's clandestine work.

With the silence of one well-versed in the quietude of libraries, Julia drifted towards the bay window, her figure briefly silhouetted against the gentle light. She took a swift left into a nook, where a ceiling-high cupboard was nestled like a secret chamber within the room. Sam and Dean sat in anticipation, their ears tuned to the soft hum of her tune, punctuated by the rustle of papers as she rummaged within the cupboard's depths.

The cupboard doors clicked shut, and Julia returned to the table, her arms wrapped around a thick brown accordion folder that seemed to challenge her with its heft. With careful steps, she approached, placing the folder on the table before sliding into the last remaining chair—inevitably, the one next to Dean.

As she scooted her chair in, the proximity brought a subtle contact; her knee brushed against Dean's, a fleeting touch that sent a heightened awareness coursing through him. Julia opened the folder with a sense of ceremony, unleashing a cascade of notebooks and papers, each leaf carrying the weight of diligent inquiry.

Sam immediately delved into one of the notebooks, his eyes scanning the bubbly script and the stark sketches that accompanied the text. Dean, however, remained focused on Julia, his curiosity piqued not just by the research but by the researcher herself.

"So, what was it my dad had you digging into?" Dean inquired, his voice low and earnest, inviting confidence.

Julia's gaze lifted to meet his, a current of intensity passing between them. "A demon," she began, her voice barely above a murmur, as if the very word might invoke the creature's attention. Her eyes flicked to Sam's, ensuring she had both brothers' undivided attention, before she continued, "The Yellow-Eyed Demon."

To be continued . . .

Chapter Two

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[prettywhenibleed]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖊 (When Worlds Collide)

Pt 1 Supernatural/The Lost Boys Crossover FemHunter!OC x Poly! Lost Boys

TW: Some language, mentions of killing/death

WARNING!!! This fic is almost 10,000 words long so I split it into 2 parts which will be posted at the same time.

Word count: About 5k

I never really wanted this to be my life. If I had been given a choice, I would have chosen a normal, apple pie life. Unfortunately for me, that was never an option. Being the daughter of John Winchester, I was never going to be anything but a hunter. I was born and raised in the life, it’s all I have ever known. My older brothers, Dean and Sam, were raised in the life too, though Dean had four years and Sam had six months of a normal life before everything went sideways. Their mom Mary died and while Sam was too young to remember it, too young to even remember her, Dean was old enough to have lasting mental scars from it. From that night on, their lives were never the same. Moving around from place to place, staying in less than desirable motel rooms, John searched for the thing that killed Mary, learning all about the things that went bump in the night and ganking those sons of bitches along the way. Dean and Sam always being brought along for the ride, though John would leave them in the motel room while he was out working the job. As Dean got older, he started helping his dad out on jobs, Sam still being too young to be told about what was really out there for a time, but eventually, he too started to help out.

It was on one of these jobs that John met and had a bit of a thing with my mom, resulting in her getting pregnant with me. Surprisingly, John actually stuck around, leaving every now and then to go work jobs. Though my mom wasn’t a hunter herself, she knew about them and what they hunted, so she was more than okay with John’s suggestion in raising me in the lifestyle. Everything was fine for about four years, but then my mom died in a car accident. John took me, Sam and Dean and left, not wanting to stick around the place where the second woman he loved died. After Mary, he never thought that he could love again but then he met my mom and he thought that maybe, just maybe he was catching a break for the first time in a long time, but then she also died. So, continuing on the search for the yellow-eyed demon and killing whatever came their way, the Winchesters traveled the country.

This all brings us to now. All of us grown up, me being nineteen, dad has since died, Mary came back to life but then died again, my brothers and I have also died and come back, though they have died a lot more than me, friends have died and even Bobby died. We haven’t exactly had a very good run of luck. Like today. “Hey you guys want anything? I’m going on a supply run.” I asked my brothers who were both sitting at the table, books and laptops laid out on the table as they did research for the current case. “Pie.” Was all Dean said, not even looking up from his laptop. “Of course, pie. How about some cake instead?” I asked with a grin, teasing my brother. Dean shot his head up and gave me a glare. “I- Cake isn't- I swear Mia, if you get me cake instead of pie I-” I cut Dean off with a laugh. “Calm down, Dean. Don’t burst a blood vessel.” I told him, causing him to shake his head and look back to his screen. Sam all the while chuckling to himself in the background. “Besides, when have I ever forgotten the pie? That’s Sam's job.” I teased. Sam gave me his bitchface and opened his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shut it, knowing that I was right. “You want anything Sammy?” I asked him as I started walking to the steps that led out of the bunker. “Uhh, yeah. Just some more bananas. Thanks.” I rolled my eyes at Sam and nodded my head, quietly snorting when I heard Dean call him a rabbit. Leaving the bunker and making my way to the store, I started getting this really weird feeling. I didn’t know what it meant, but what I did know, was that as a hunter, you trusted your instincts and any weird feelings that you got. So I made sure that I was on alert and ready for whatever.

I got to the store, got the supplies and was making my way back to the car when I felt someone behind me. I turned around to face whoever or whatever it was and was suddenly in a warehouse. Standing in front of me, were three feathered dicks. “Oh great. What does the godsquad want now?” I asked, annoyed. The three angels just looked at me, then at each other then back at me before advancing towards me. Before I could do anything, I was grabbed from behind by a fourth one. “Look, if you guys wanna get a little frisky, you’ve got the wrong girl. I’m not really into this whole four on one thing.” I said, forcing a laugh and a grin. The one that looked to be in charge walked up to me until they were standing right in front of me and smirked. “Let’s see how funny you find this.” He said to me as he brought his hand up to touch his fingers to my forehead. Suddenly, everything went black. 

When I woke up, it was still light out. I looked around, noticing that I was on the ground and also noticing that I definitely wasn’t in that warehouse anymore. “What the hell?” I said out loud and I groaned and rubbed my head. I have no idea where the hell I was. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to call Dean, but I didn’t have any service. I looked at my phone confused for a moment before putting it back into my pocket. I felt around and was relieved to find that my gun was still there. Letting out a sigh of relief I stood up. “At least I still have my gun.” I said quietly to myself. All I had with me were the clothes on my back and whatever I had in my pockets, which wasn’t much. Just my wallet, phone, keys and gun. Better than nothing I guess. I started walking to, who knows where. I just knew that I needed to get to a phone so I could let Sam and Dean know what was going on. It took hours of walking, but I finally got to a store. Walking in, I went straight over to the counter to ask the clerk if they had a phone I could borrow. He told me that the phone wasn’t for customers, which annoyed the hell outta me. As I turned to leave I noticed the newspaper on the counter. Confused, I picked it up and took a closer look. July 12 1983. “1983? Oh crap.” The realization dawning on me. Putting the paper back down, I left the store. Crap, crap, crap. Those feathered douches sent me back in time, no wonder my phone has no service. I walked down the sidewalk annoyed until it dawned on me that I have no way of contacting my brothers. They’re not going to know what happened to me. I would pray to Cas, but even if he did hear me and show up, it wouldn’t be the same Cas that I know. “Dammit!” I quietly cursed under my breath. Checking my wallet and seeing that I had some cash, I decided it would be best to find a cheap motel and come up with some sort of game plan.

Over the weeks then months, I did everything that I could think of to try and get in contact with my brothers and Cas and even getting desperate enough to pray to any angel that would listen. Nothing seemed to work though. I ran out of money pretty quickly and had to resort to swindling people at pool and eventually, running credit card scams. I guess it was lucky that I had my dad and brothers to teach me all this stuff because otherwise I would be screwed right now. At some point I had gotten a car and just decided to live out of that. I always kept moving, never really wanting to stay in one place for too long. I soon realized that there didn’t seem to be any monsters around, well, not that I could tell. Everything seemed almost too perfect. No monsters, no nothing. Even though there weren’t any signs of monsters, I still did my best to stock my trunk up with whatever weapons I could get my hands on. I wanted more than anything to get back to my brothers but as time went on, it being about a year since the angels sent me back here, I started to come to terms with this probably being my life now. While I was sad at the prospect of never seeing Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack again, I was also filled with a sense of hope. Hope that maybe, this was my chance to have that normal, apple pie life that I have always wanted. 

It was now 1984 and I had made my way to a place called Santa Carla. It was weird, I had never heard of this place before. There were lots of things that were different about where/when I was compared to where I am from. It was almost like, not only had I been transported back in time, but also to a different reality or something like that. I mean, it would help to explain all these things, the lack of monsters for one. As I drove through town, I took a bit of a look around. I didn’t know what it was about this place, but I felt like I never wanted to leave. Making my way to the boardwalk parking lot, I parked my car, turned off the engine and let out a sigh. “I guess this is home for a while.” I said to myself. The car park was pretty crowded, which I guess was to be expected with it being the beginning of summer. I spent the first couple weeks just sticking to the boardwalk during the day. I started to hear rumors of this place being called “The murder capitol of the world”. This didn’t spook me too much though, I was a hunter after all. Well, I guess ex-hunter now.  Tonight, I decided to check the boardwalk out and see what the night life was like. I walked around for a while just looking at things. Nothing too special happened that night and for the next few weeks, I kept going back to the boardwalk at night. I didn’t know why, but whenever I went there at night, I felt like I was searching for something but I didn’t know what it was. I had also started to feel like I was being watched. I tried to keep an eye out for whoever or whatever was watching me, but I could never find them. Well, that was until tonight. Four punk looking bikers were watching me. The second I laid eyes on them, I knew that there was something off about them but I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I wasn't scared of them though, it took a lot more than some rough looking bikers to scare me. As the night went on, it seemed like they were following me. I decided to test it and walked off of the boardwalk and onto the beach. I made my way to a secluded part of the beach and once I was sure that no one would be around to see or hear us, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face them.

“Why have you been following me?” I asked them, arms crossed and my eyes watching their every move. They sent me smirks and glanced at each other before looking back at me. “We saw you on the boardwalk one night and we wanted to get to know you.” The short one with a long and curly mullet said. “Yeah, we thought you looked cool, sugar.” The one with wild, blonde hair added. He looked like he belonged in a band with the way he dressed and styled his hair. “So that involved stalking me?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised in question. “Sorry about that. We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” This time it was the tall, brunette that spoke up. He seemed genuine in what he was saying. I couldn’t explain why but I just felt as though I could trust them. It really didn’t make any sense, seeing as I didn’t even know them, but then again, nothing seemed to make much sense anymore. “So how about it, doll?” The Billy Idol looking one said. He seemed to be the leader of the group. I thought for a moment. I knew that Dean and Sam would kill me for making such a bad decision. “You guys going to tell me your names first?” I asked. Amused that they have yet to even introduce themselves. “I’m David, that’s Dwayne, Paul and that’s Marko.” David introduced himself and the others, pointing to each of them as he said their names. They all greeted me with a hello and or a wave. “I’m Mia. It’s nice to meet you boys.” From that night on, I had found myself stuck with four incredibly attractive punk biker friends. They stuck to me like glue. Well, at night they did. I never seemed to see them during the day and whenever I asked about it, they seemed to always come up with an excuse. It didn’t take me very long to figure out why. They were vampires. They never hung out with me during the day, they went off during the night when we were all hanging out, people were going missing like crazy and the way they looked at people was akin to how a predator would watch its prey. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Dean and Sam would kill me if they knew that I didn’t gank them on the spot when I figured it out. And to make matters worse, I had started dating them. I knew that it was wrong. I knew that I should have taken them down and saved the people of Santa Carla, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Just the thought made me sick and made me feel like if I did gank them, I would be making the worst mistake of my life. It was like I had some sort of unexplainable bond with them. 

The boys and I mostly hang out at the boardwalk but we will sometimes go back to the cave and hangout there. When they took me to the cave for the first time, I was honestly pretty shocked. I heard the word cave and thought that it would look like a, well, like a cave. But this was completely different. While yes, it was still a cave, it was filled with so much stuff and actually looked pretty homey. David had told me about the hotel that used to be there and how it was built on a fault, causing it to fall when there was a big earthquake. It was honestly really nice having people to be around again. I didn’t realize just how lonely and isolated I had become over the past year. Being with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko made me feel more at ease and happier than I have been in a very long time. This was the first time since I got zapped here, that I have truly felt content about my situation. I know I shouldn’t be feeling so comfortable and trusting with vampires, but I knew that they would never hurt me. I trusted them with my life. I stayed in the cave with them a couple times a week, but for the most part, I still slept in my car. I didn’t want to tell the boys about this because that could lead to more questions and those would be questions I would either not have answers for, or I just wouldn’t want to answer. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to try and explain to them that, not only am I a hunter, but I am also from the future and another reality. To be fair, they all had a pretty big secret that they still haven’t told me. Them being vampires. I decided to just not bring it up to them and let them tell me in their own time. Maybe that would give me the push that I needed to tell them about my own secret. Right now I was sleeping in my car. I was woken up by a knocking on my window. I shot up, gun at the ready, aimed at whoever was at my window. I lowered my gun as soon as I saw my boyfriend's face. Dwayne. I opened the door, got out and tucked my gun away. “Crap. I’m sorry Dwayne.” I told him as I closed the door. “It’s okay princess, but why do you have a gun?” He asked me, worry laced in his deep voice. I shrugged at him. “Protection.” I told him simply. Technically not lying. Dwayne nodded in understanding, though I could see that he knew I wasn't telling the whole truth. Dwayne brushed a piece of hair away from my face as he took a couple steps forward, making me back myself up against the car. It wasn’t to be intimidating though. “Why are you sleeping in your car?” He asked, his hand coming down and resting on my hip. I looked up at Dwayne. Knowing that this could make him ask even more questions, the kind of questions that I was worried about, I answered him. “I've been living in my car?” I told him but it sounded more like a question.

Dwayne stood there, his face one of shock. “You should have told us sooner.” He said, scolding me slightly but only out of worry for me. I tried to tell him that it’s fine but he didn’t want to hear it. He then asked me how long I have been living in my car for and when I told him that it’s been about a year, he all but forced me to move into the cave with him and the others. I rolled my eyes but didn’t put up too much of a fight. I didn’t mind the cave and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to some better nights sleep. When Dwayne brought me back to the cave that night and told the others about where I had been sleeping the past year and how I would be moving in with them, they weren’t mad per say, but they, like Dwayne, weren’t too happy to hear about it. They just wanted me to be safe and wished that I had told them sooner. Though, they were very happy that I would be living with them now. It didn’t take them long to put together a room for me. They wanted to give me a space that could be mine and make me feel like this was my home because, well, it was my home now. For the next two months everything went fine. The boys and I did what we normally did. We went to the boardwalk, went on rides, played the games on the boardwalk and we all hung out at the cave. Today I had been working on my car. My  car was parked up top where their bikes normally were. I was lucky that I had Dean to teach me everything he knew about cars. It had gotten dark while I was working, so I took out the flashlight that I had and just continued. I heard the sound of gravel crunching and knew that, that meant that Dwayne was awake and had come out to help me. He would often come out and help me while I worked on my car, just as long as it was after dark. It was really nice to do something together, just the two of us. “You need some help, princess?” Dwayne asked. He crouched down beside the car and waited for my answer. “No, I’m almost done. Thank you anyway, Dwayne.” I called out from underneath the car. Dwayne being Dwayne, he decided to help me anyway. He grabbed the other torch that was in my toolbox, slid himself underneath the car with me and held the light up so I could see better. I looked at him and he just gave me a satisfied grin. 

I had always dreamed of having that normal, apple pie life but with the boys being vampires, I knew that wouldn’t exactly happen. It didn’t seem to matter though. I was probably the happiest that I had ever been. Not to say that I wasn't happy with my brothers, I was, but this was just different. I was in love. In love with four amazing guys that, I had come to realize, would do anything for me. As I would for them. They made me so incredibly happy and made me feel so safe and loved. I had finally fully accepted that I would be here forever, no way back to my brothers or my old life, and I was okay with that now. I had Dwayne, David, Paul and Marko. Speaking of Paul and Marko, I loved how wild and crazy they were. They were always stirring shit up wherever they went, usually pulling me into their chaos. I was always up for some chaos though. I mean, my life before all of this was pure chaos, but not exactly in the fun way. More in the, fighting for my life, kind of way. With Paul and Marko, it was always fun. After I had finished with my car, Dwayne helped me pack my tools away. I put the toolbox in the backseat of my car and walked over to the stairs, Dwayne right behind me. I spent the rest of the night hanging out with the boys at the boardwalk. Paul and Marko were all over me all night. They never left my side for a moment. I was standing with all of them around the bikes, I had Paul behind me, his arms around my waist and Marko was in front of me, also holding onto me. They were the two of the group that were the most comfortable with all types of PDA. David and Dwayne did show some forms of PDA but that was mostly a kiss here and there, holding my hand and a hug. Paul and Marko however, had zero shame. I was trying to talk to David but I could barely concentrate. Paul had his face in my neck, kissing it. “You okay there, doll?” David asked with a smirk, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’m fine.” I told him with a stifled giggle. I could feel Paul laugh into my neck. “I think she’s ticklish.” Marko said with a chuckle. I could see the look in his eyes and it said that he was about to mess with me. “Don’t you dare, Marko.” I told him, jokingly. “Alright boys, leave her alone.” David told them, trying to save me from their terror. When it was time for all of us to leave, David pulled me over in his direction, wanting me to ride with him. I happily agreed, hopping on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head against his back.

The next night, I was laying on my bed in my room. The boys told me that they had to go out and to “deal with some stuff” and that they would be back soon. I knew what that meant, even if they didn’t know that I knew. They were going to feed. I just told them to be safe. I spent that time listening to music and cleaning my guns. The boys obviously knew that I had guns and they actually thought that it was pretty cool. I even took them out shooting a few times, which was a good and a bad idea. While David already had experience and Dwayne was a very quick learner, Marko and Paul went a bit crazy, but luckily nobody got hurt. I didn’t know it, but the boys had gotten back and were currently going through the trunk of my car. They had snagged my keys earlier without me knowing. David was the one that had this nagging feeling that there was something that I was hiding from them. So naturally, he decided that rummaging around in the trunk of my car for, he didn’t even know, was the best idea. The boys didn’t know exactly what they were going to find, but it definitely wasn’t the haul of weapons, holy water, silver etc. in the secret compartment. Their hearts sank. Their mate was a hunter and their mate was possibly going to kill them when they found out what they were. Or worse, they thought. You already knew and you were just trying to get close to them so you could make the kill. Why you kept this charade up for so long, they didn’t know. But either way, they knew that they needed to confront you about all of this. So that’s exactly what they did. After they put everything back in its place and closed the trunk, they made their way back inside the cave and to my room.

I was now laying on my bed, a book in my hands, when they entered. I looked up at them and smiled. However, my smile faded when I saw the serious, sad and almost heartbroken expressions on all of their faces. I promptly put my book to the side and sat up. “Boys? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked them worriedly. I was worried that something had happened while they were out. Maybe one of them got hurt, but I couldn’t see any injuries. David was the first to speak up. “Is there something that you need to tell us?” He asked, his voice stern and laced with malice. I gave them a confused look. “What are you talking about?” I asked David. I didn’t have any idea what this was about. “Cut the shit, Mia. We know you’re a hunter. We saw what’s in your trunk.” He said. My heart dropped at his words. Oh crap, they know. I knew that I was going to have this conversation with them at some point, but I never wanted it to happen like this. I let out a sigh and ran a hand down my face. I guess it’s happening now. “Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you boys about this earlier, but it’s not exactly an easy thing to explain.” I told them. “Just tell us!” Paul demanded. He looked so hurt, they all did. Though David masked his hurt with anger. “Yes, I’m a hunter. I know what you boys are. I’ve known basically the whole time but I have no intention of hurting you. I could never hurt you.” I told them, practically pleading for them to believe me. “Then what the hell is all that shit in your trunk?” David asked angrily, his voice raised. I was now standing in front of them. “What I have to tell you is probably going to be difficult for you to believe, but I swear it’s the truth.” I told them. “Try us.” Dwayne spoke up, his arms crossed and face stern. “I was born and raised in the hunter lifestyle, it’s all I’ve ever known. My brothers, Dean and Sam, are hunters too but they aren’t here. They’re back home. I’m not from this reality or time. I’m from a different version of this reality and the year there is 2018. There are more than just vampires in my world and my brothers and I, along with other hunters, we hunt them. I was just out on a supply run when I was ambushed by some feathered douchebag angels and zapped here.” They all stayed silent as I explained everything to them, taking in all the information. When I was finished, Marko was the first one to speak up. “So, if you knew about us this whole time, had all of that stuff in your trunk and are a hunter…. Why haven’t you killed us yet?” He asked me. I gave him a small smile. “Because I love you. I love all of you.” I told them. I told them that from the moment I met them, I have felt a pull to them. A bond. Like there was an invisible thread that tethered me to them.

They exchanged glances with each other before looking back at me. Almost as if they were having a silent discussion with each other. That’s when they decided to explain to me that I was their mate. That, that’s the reason I was feeling that way and that’s why I was so drawn to them. I have heard of this kind of thing before. The vamps in my universe mate for life, so I assumed that this was the same kind of thing. I wasn't freaked out at all by this information. The exact opposite actually. I was happy hearing that we were all meant to be together. After the air had been cleared and all the skeletons were out of the closet, we all made up from our little misunderstanding. By the end of the night, we were all laid in my bed. Our bodies so tangled together that I didn’t know which limb belonged to who. I was glad that they had believed what I had told them and had forgiven me for keeping it from them for so long. They were also very happy that I was okay with them being vampires. They had lots of questions for me about my world/time and about all the different monsters, to which I happily answered as much as I possibly could. “Wait. So the vampires from your world, their faces don’t morph and ALL of their teeth grow long and sharp?” Paul questioned. “Yep.”

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Wayward Daughter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FIsA8gw by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FIsA8gw

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Wayward Daughter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UMj1GS2 by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UMj1GS2

#IFTTT #Wayward Daughter #seniaasaysstuff05

[ashewintercpu]

Prologue

Pairing: Dean x OC

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Not much just normal Supernatural stuff, Death, Blood, mostly it

Authors note: I don’t own Supernatural only my OC’s. Also Still very much new to do this. Hope you enjoy it.

                        3rd POV

 Lawrence, Kansas 

November 2, 1983

Earlier today

"Are you sure you can take care of our baby girl?" asked Emilia with concern, lacing her voice.

"We know you already have two boys to take care of, we wouldn't want to be a burden. " Vlad added. 

Emilia nodded in agreement. Vlad and Emilia Carter were next-door neighbors to the Winchester. Since their baby girl had been born they had little time to themselves.

The Carters, though hesitant, decided they needed a break. After much thought and consideration, they agreed that leaving their daughter with the Winchesters would be for the best. 

The Carters were leaving for the day and were having a hard time leaving their baby daughter for the first time.

"You know what? Vlad and I don't need this break after all, so if you give Nikki-" Emilia started nervously, pushing past them to get to Nicole, only to get cut off by Mary grabbing her arm before she can enter the house.

"Yes, you do Em. I understand how hard it is to leave your baby for the first time, especially for first-time parents." Mary said, clasping her by her shoulders, trying to calm and reassure her.

Vlad runs his fingers through his hair. "Honey, as much as I hate to say it, we need this break," he said, defeat and fatigue evident in his voice. Trying to soothe his wife as best he can.

Emilia, still hesitant and worried to leave, decided to try to reason with them again.

"B-b-but what if-" Emilia began, squirming.

"Emilia, Mary, and I got it covered. Just spend the rest of the day relaxing with Vlad." John interjected.

Emilia knew she could trust the Winchesters; she had no reason not to trust them. From the moment she met the Winchesters she realized their fates would forever be intertwined. It was destiny.

But she had a gut feeling. It’s how she knew right from wrong. Especially today she just couldn't help but feel that something was off.

There was something different today. She just knew it. It was why she was so hesitant to leave. Whether it was the nagging voice in her head or her aching stomach, she knew several things would go disastrously wrong if she left.

After further convincing, against Emilia's better judgment, she ultimately gave in and left with Vlad for the rest of the day. Deciding to try and ignore the sinking feeling in her gut for the rest of the day. 

Later that night

Mary walked into the nursery holding Dean in her arms. 

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother and little Nikki," She said and turned on the lights as she entered the room.

She sets Dean down, letting him walk over to the crib with Sammy and Nikki sleeping inside. Leaning over the side of the crib, she kissed Sammy and Nicole on their foreheads. 

" 'Night Sam, 'night Nikki." 

"Good night, love. Sweet dreams Nikki." Mary said, leaning over the crib as she wished the babies good night. Caressing their hair she kisses their foreheads.

"Hey, Dean."

Turning around, Dean saw his father in front of the doorway. Rushing to him he jumped into his arms. 

"Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy." Scooping him up he looked at Dean and smiled. 

"So what do you think? You think Sammy and Nikki are ready to toss around a football yet?" John questioned his eldest.

Shaking his head 'No' he answered "No, daddy and Nikki's a girl she can't play football."

John chuckled "No?" He responded while smiling once again at Dean. 

Mary moved past her husband and son to exit the room. She turned and asked her husband, "You got him?"

"I got him." He said with a confident smile. Pulling Dean closer to his chest he bids the babies good night. "Sweet dreams." 

 Carrying Dean out of the nursery, he turned off the lights on his way out.

Sam and Nicole watched them exit the room from the crib which they shared. 

Even later into the night

Hearing strange noises coming from the baby monitor, Mary woke up to check on the babies. Turning on the lights on the nightstand she calls her husband.

"John?" Turning her body to the side she realized that he wasn't in the bed. Wondering where he was, she got up from the bed. 

Walking down the hall to the nursery she stopped in the hallway and saw John’s silhouette standing over the crib.

"John? Are they hungry?" She questioned. 

Turning his head the only response she got was "Shhh." 

"All right." 

Continuing to walk down the hallway, she noticed that the light by the stairs was flickering. She tapped the light till it steadied.

"Hmm." A sound of confusion escaped her lips. 

Noticing more flickering lights coming from downstairs. She went down to investigate. 

She caught a glimpse of the TV still on with John soundly sleeping on the couch. John sleeping on the couch. John was on the couch. If John was here, who was- Realization suddenly hitting her she rushed back upstairs. 

"Sammy! Nicole!" She said worry etched in her voice. 

She bursted into the nursery and was stopped short.

In the living room

Hearing the scream of his wife from upstairs, John was startled awake. 

"Mary?" Questioning himself. Wondering if it was the voice of his wife he heard.

Still not fully awake he scrambled to get out of his chair. His only priority and main concern now was his wife. 

"Mary!" Calling out again for his wife. He was worried for her safety.

He ran up the stairs to the nursery where he heard the noise coming from and burst through the closed doors of the nursery.

"Mary?" He once again called for his wife. Fear and concern seeped into John’s chest. 

The room was silent and appeared empty. Except for the two awake babies left in the crib. Glancing around the room. John pushed down the side of Sam's crib to check on the babies. 

"Hey, you two okay?" Asking the babies even though they obviously couldn't respond to his question. 

Some dark liquid dripped from the ceiling next to Sam. John touched the liquid, inspecting it. Then two more drops land on the back of his hand, catching his attention.

He looked above him to see the source of the dripping. Looking up he saw Mary sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her once pink nightgown stained red with blood. The corpse of his wife staring blankly at him. John struggled to breathe. He collapsed onto the floor, staring up at Mary. 

"NO! MARY!!" He screamed in disbelief. Needing this all to be a nightmare. Needing to wake up from this nightmare and be in bed next to his wife. Needing her love and comfort.

Suddenly, Mary bursts into flames. The fire spreads over the ceiling. John stared at the ceiling, frozen. Unable to think. Unable to breathe. Unable to speak. 

"WAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 

That sound. The sound of their wails. It broke John out of his daze. Remembering he wasn't alone he got up and immediately scooped Sam out of the crib. Rushing out of the room into the hallway.

Dean heard the commotion coming from outside his room. He went into the hallway to go and investigate.

"Daddy!" Raised his voice over the noise of the commotion. 

John, seeing his eldest, shoves Sam into his arms.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" 

Hearing his father's order he turned and ran.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Hearing the cries of Nicole he goes back inside the nursery. 

"Mary! Nicole!" Looking for both his wife and his best friend's child.

Barely able to see anything. His wife disappeared in the flames. He found the whimpering baby and scooped her up. He ran out of the room consumed by flames, knowing he wouldn't be able to save his wife. 

Outside

Dean ran outside with Sammy still in his arms. 

"It's okay, Sammy." Trying to comfort both the baby and himself.

Dean turned to look up at Sammy's window. A golden blaze emits from the room that was once the nursery. 

John exited from the burning building with baby Nicole tucked away in his arms. Running, he scooped up Dean holding him in one arm and Nicole on the other. Carrying them away. 

“I’ve got you." He said as fire explodes from Sam's nursery window.

*Further into the night* 

The Carters came from their relaxing day. Vlad backed the car back into the driveway. Still in the car, Emilia faced her husband.

"I'm sorry, you were completely right Vlad. We needed that." Emilia finally admitted. 

"When have I ever been wrong sweetie," Vlad replied cockily. 

"Love, don't even get me started on-" Emilia stopped midway through her sentence. Glancing past Vlad's shoulder looking through the window beside him. 

She saw the Lawrence fire department?

"Sweetie? What is it?" Vlad questioned his wife. Noticing she stopped mid-sentence. Turning behind him to look outside the window to see what his wife was staring at.

"Vlad, honey, is that the Lawrence fire department outside the Winchester's house?" Realization hits both of them. They rushed out of the car and onto Winchester's lawn. 

Emilia trying to walk onto the lawn was stopped by the police.

"Stay back. You have to stay back." Ordered the officer. 

"STAY BACK!?! THIS IS MY BEST FRIENDS HOME! Oh my god..." She suddenly remembered that they had left Nicole with the Winchesters. 

Once she finally comprehended that she turned to her husband. "VLAD! VLAD! NICOLE SHE-SHE-SHE" Not being able to finish her sentence. 

Vlad understood his wife's worries and concerns. He pulled her into his arms. Hugging her close. Letting her sob into his chest. Trying to calm himself down as well. 

"Officer, could you please tell us where we could find the Winchesters and if there were any deaths," Vlad asked with a stone-cold face keeping in all his emotions. 

"Right over there." The officer pointed across the street from the house. Where they saw John and Dean perched on the impala.  

Rushing over to the Winchesters. Emilia reached them first. 

"Where is my baby girl!" Distress was written all over her face. 

John passed Nicole over to Emilia. While still holding Sam in his other arm. 

Feeling relief wash over her shoulders she held her baby close. Vlad finally caught up to his wife. He held her and the baby close. Letting all the emotions that he held inside out. 

Looking around, Emilia noticed something missing, or rather someone. "John, where's Mary?" Feeling the tension rise again when she doesn't get an immediate response. 

"John, where's Mary?!" Asking with a bit more force this time. When she didn't get a reply she knew had gotten her answer. 

Turning to her husband she fell into his embrace. Sobbing for the friend she had lost. Weeping for Sam and Dean who had lost their mother. For John who had lost his wife and most of all regret. Regret for not following her instinct, for not following her gut feeling had she done that maybe things would have been different. 

They all looked up to see the remnants of the fire. Watching it die down. While the fire burning in their hearts grew stronger.  

#prologue #first fanfic #Fanfiction #Supernatural #series rewrite #pilot episode

[winchesterbrotherstan]

supernatural- olive sam winchester

Olive Sam Winchester. Her mother tracked John down and left Olive on the steps of the motel door after she was born. John was out. Dean wasn’t sure if he should bring her in. Sam did. John tried to give her back, but he couldn’t find her mom, and Sam was already crazy about her. They keep her, and Sam picks the name Olive. Dean thinks her middle name should be Sam, because she looks like him. Dean refuses to let John begin to train her, but after Olive finds out he’s being consistently abused, she begs him to stops fighting it. John raises her to be a hunter, much to Dean’s distaste. When she’s 5, Sam’s 12, and Dean’s 16. He goes to Sonny’s Home for Boys after trying to steal food for them, and she’s left heartbroken.

She grows up and their life continues as that of hunter’s. Sam leaves, and he wants to take Olive with him. Dean is reluctant, but lets her make her choice. Torn, she chooses Dean, because, as much as Sam was there for her, Dean raised her. She visits Sam every so often, with he and Dean meeting halfway to drop her off and pick her up. Jess grows to love her, and in her, Olive finds the mother she never had.

She goes on her first hunt with Dean down in New Orleans, when she’s fifteen. At the same time, John is on a hunt in California. He’s been gone for a week, on a hunt that should have only taken two days. Dean and Olive hear nothing, and Dean panics. They drive out to Stanford, surprising Sam. While Olive goes to use the key under the mat, Dean breaks in through the window. She’s overjoyed to be reunited with Sam and Jess, but sad it’s over such awful circumstances. When Jess dies, Olive is destroyed, but she keeps her grief to herself in order to help Sam process his.

As time goes on, she remains closer with Dean, but bonds a lot more with Sam. She constantly tries to maintain the peace between the brothers, despite being eleven and seven years younger than both. Olive seems to balance the equation of Sam’s caution and Dean’s recklessness.

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[cas-kingdom]

"I shouldn't have to tell you how dangerous that was" John (SPN) with whoever your OC is ❤

Also, I haven't been to any sort of secondary schooling myself but I've heard really great things about it. Try not to worry!! 🥺❤

A/N: Thank you so much. <3 Hope you like this! I wrote it with Lily, my OC, as I’m never too comfortable writing reader as a young child!

“I shouldn’t have to tell you how dangerous that was!”

John had never felt as though his heart was seconds from bursting through his ribs. Yes, many times in his life he’d felt terrified, and angry, and upset, but the fear that had coursed through his entire body when he’d seen his daughter tossing a kitchen knife in the air was unmatched.

Thankfully, by some miracle, he’d shouted in time for her to notice the object flip so the sharp edges were coming straight down towards her, and had taken a hurried step back before it impaled her, but he couldn’t stop his brain from running through every possible scenario as he rushed over to her. 

The first thing he’d done was grab the knife and toss it mindlessly onto the counter, away from his eight-year-old daughter’s hands. Then, he’d knelt down and taken her shoulders in his grasp, giving her a good shake. “Are you kidding me, Lilia?”

It was the worry in his voice that scared Lily, chilled her to the bone, in fact, because her dad was a monster hunter, and surely something as simple as her practising knife tricks like Dean couldn’t terrify him so much his hands were trembling at her skin. 

“I- I didn’t mean to,” she said, her voice shaking. “I just wanted to be like Dean!”

“Like Dean?” John shook his head, eyes wide as he stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I see him do tricks with his knives all the time!” Lily insisted. Her eyes were glossed with tears as she tried to explain. “He throws them up and then catches them! A-and he’s so good! So why can’t I be good? Why can’t I hunt monsters?”

John swallowed the words he wanted to yell and instead pulled his daughter in, holding her against his chest. He felt her tiny heart beating furiously, breaths coming in little gasps as she reduced herself to tears, arms winded around his neck and head buried into the crook of his neck.

John stayed there for a short while, his eyes shut as he attempted to calm the nerves still racing through him. “God, girl,” he muttered, “you’re gonna be the reason I die young, I swear it. I’ll get a heart attack or something stupid.”

Lily sniffled against him. “Don’t die, Daddy,” she said, and her crying started anew.

John shook his head, pushing her away and holding her at arms’ length. He’d calmed for the most part, though he was aching to kill something now, just to let out the extra steam. 

“Lily, sweetheart,” he started, careful to make the hardened edge to his tone clear. He waited for the child to look at him through glassy eyes before he continued. “If I ever catch you with a knife again, whether you’re tossing it in the air or holding it in your hand, I’ll be madder than this. You understand that? Dean is a big boy, and he’s practised with those knives for years. You’re still a little girl, no matter how much you protest to that, and the day you use a knife for anything other than chopping a carrot will not come for a long, long while, you hear me?”

He heaved a breath and took her hands in his own. “That was... stupidly dangerous, Lily. You almost decapitated yourself, for Christ’s sake.” Another breath. He was telling himself to keep calm, at least until Sam and Dean came home and took her for a while so he could properly relax.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Lily choked out, and John’s heart broke for an entirely different reason. He pulled her in yet again, lifting her to settle against his hip. Her face found its place at his neck once more and he took another glance at the knife before walking out of the motel’s kitchen and towards the beds. 

“Okay, darlin’,” he said quietly, “let’s watch some TV and wait for your brothers.”

Whoever said little girls were a dream had lied. Still, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

SPN Masterpost

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[yellowbadgergirl]

Winchester sister

because of you // pretty girl // carry on my wayward son // postcard

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[fictionalabyss]

Protector : Back to therapy.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam, Alex (OC), Abby (OC)

Word count :  1,545

Warnings : Panic/fear,  stalking/following, pissed Dean, prison life : threat of solitary confinement. Series TW : Domestic Abuse is a constant topic- be it mentioned, or actually happening.

Continuation of this series was commissioned by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Part 18 of Protector.

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“Mommy?”

You heard whispering as you started to wake up, eyes gently fluttering open just to close again a moment later. Opening them once more, you blinked a few times to get your vision straight. Down by the door you saw a familiar too tall figure with your young daughter in his arms. “Hey, baby.” you smiled. “Did you have fun with Uncle Sammy today?” She chatted away and you looked to Sam with a smile and a stretch. But as you started sitting up, you noticed you hadn’t seen your son. “Where’s Alex?” Sam didn’t answer. “Sam? Where’s my son.”

Sam put Abby down, letting her run off to play with some toys that were still scattered around the living room from earlier that morning.

“Where the fuck is my son, Sam?”  Panic and fury were taking over.

He opened his mouth to answer, but from outside you heard a bike pull in. Shooting up from the couch you rushed to the front door and pulled it open. He was killing the engine as you stepped down that first step. He stepped off the bike and looked up before pulling off his helmet. “Hey, mom.”

You rushed for him, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could and held on to him like he’d get pulled away if you let up in the slightest.

“Mom?”

“You’re grounded.” you told him, letting the fear that had gripped you a moment ago leak into your voice. “You understand me? A week, Alex. You're at school or at home, no garage, John can find someone else.”

He didn’t fight you, didn’t argue. “Okay, mom.”

You pulled away, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “Go to your room.” Alex just nodded before heading inside, but you couldn’t follow him, not yet.

Sam stood in the open doorway behind you, watching you. “He left when you did.”

“Then why the fuck didn’t you call me?” you turned, snapping at him.

“You needed to relax.”

“I need to know my fucking son is okay. I trusted that he was with you! I trusted you to bring him home!”

“He went to Dean.”

“He- Are you sure?”

Sam nodded. “Dean called me. Only reason I came home without hunting his ass down, Dean told me he’d been there and Dean had talked some sense into him, got him to agree to stick with school. I knew he was on his way back home.”

“I didn’t want him to go.”

“That’s probably exactly why he went.” Sam pointed out.

“I didn’t want him to see Dean like that.”

“He’s seen Dean like that before..” You shook your head. “Dean’s been shot since you two have-”

“It was summer, Sam. Alex spent a week camping with his friend. Alex has never seen Dean bloody. Never seen him that broken.” you looked up meeting his eyes. “Dean is- he’s our protector. Alex’s dad, he was… nothing was worse than that to Alex. Nothing. And Dean.. Dean got rid of the big bad evil in our lives. He’s up on a pedestal, invincible almost, to Alex. He needed that to be true to get through it all, he needed to think that nothing could hurt Dean in order to feel like he was finally safe. So we never let him see it. He’s seen the scars and such, once they’ve healed but you know Dean, it's a story. He laughs and talks about how worse off the other guy is like it’s no big deal. He’s never seen Dean broken.”

Sam glanced back into the house quickly, seeing Abby still playing quietly with her toys on the floor, he stepped out and towards you, cupping your face in his hands and making you look up at him. There was so much pain and guilt in your eyes that it hurt him. “It’ll be okay.”

“Will it? He barely sleeps, I know the nightmares are back. He won’t say anything but I know they are. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to make it easier on him-”

“I’ll be taking him to therapy,” he promised. “I’ll drive him and walk him in there to make sure he goes. Once a week, right?” You gave Sam a nod. “You’re not alone, it’s not just you. I’m here.” You gave him another nod, trying to blink away the tears. “Right now, I’m going to head home. Gonna grab my shit, and Brutus and I are moving in.”

“Dean told you.”

“Yeah. Honestly, though, if you would have just asked I would have sooner. So, get ready for someone who drools on everything you love.” Sam gave you a half smile. “And Brutus.” His smile widened when he saw the light smile grace your lips despite your sadness.

“I’m used to the drool.”

“Yeah, I forgot Dean drools in his sleep.” Sam chuckled.

“I meant Abby.”  you rolled your eyes. “But yeah, he does, doesn’t he.”

“You good?” You gave Sam a nod. “Alright, I won’t be long. And don’t worry about dinner either, I’ll bring something in. It’s been a long day for everyone.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead before he pulled away and headed for the car he’d driven Abby home in.

You watched Sam pull out of the driveway and start down the street. He gave you a smile and a wave as he went past, and you returned the smile before it fell from your lips again. Sighing, you were turning back towards your house when the car parked across the street caught your attention. The driver seemed to be looking down at his phone, his car still running like he was waiting for someone. Ignoring it, you turned and headed inside.

You were passing the living room window as the car pulled away and disappeared down the street.

“Alex!” Sam called out as he put the pizza box on the table. Abby was squealing from her chair at Brutus who was sniffing happily at her feet. You were bringing plates over to the table, smiling at Abby when Sam called out a second time. “Alex, come on, supper time.”

“Mom?” You turned, and Alex stood just inside the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I took off on Sam without telling anyone I just-”

“I know.” You opened your arms and Alex stepped into the hug. “I was so scared when I woke up and you weren’t with Sam. Please, please don’t do that to me again.”

Alex nodded as he hugged you tight. “I’m sorry.”

“Sit and eat, both of you.” Sam motioned to the table as he sat. Alex pulled away and sat in his usual spot next to his baby sister. “No more shit, Alex.” Sam tried to sound like a stern Dean.

“I know. I’ll be in school tomorrow, no more skipping, I promise. I’m even working on catching up on my work.”

“Dean gave you an earful, huh?” you asked. Alex nodded, taking a slice of pizza and putting it onto his plate.

“I’m not just talking about school, Alex. You’re going back to therapy.” Alex looked to Sam. “Your mom already made the appointment. We’re going every Thursday.”

“We?” he looked from Sam to you.

“I’m going to take you.” Sam took a slice of pizza of his own.

“I can go on my own, I promise I won’t take off.”

“It’s not just that, Alex. I know Dean being gone is hard for you guys so I’m going to do what I can to show that I’m here for you. So Thursdays, I’ll drive you, I’ll wait for you, then we’ll stop somewhere after and have dinner. Sound good?” Alex nodded. “Good.”

“Dean gave you an earful too, huh?” Alex teased, making Sam smile.

“Something like that, yeah.” Sam chuckled. “But you two.. You really need to learn to ask for help when you need it. Or you’ll be getting and earful about that, too.” Sam smiled, glancing from Alex to you while bringing the pizza slice up to his mouth and taking a bite.

It was three days after seeing you that Dean got a letter in the mail call. The return address was nothing more than a PObox, no name. He wasn’t surprised to find it had been opened, of course they’d go through his mail, they went through everyone's mail.

Opening it up, he saw it was just pictures. No letter, no hint as to who sent it. Just pictures. Tossing the envelope onto his bed, he turned the pictures over and his face paled. That was his house. His family.

They were pictures of you and Sam standing out in the front yard. Your face in Sam’s hands as you looked up at him. He flipped to the next one and it was much the same. Your face in Sam's hands as he stood close to you. The third and final one, was Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean growled, throwing the pictures and turning to pace the room.

A bang sounded on his cell door. “Winchester! Calm down!”

“Fuck you!” Dean spat back at the guard.

“You want to go back to solitary, asshole?”

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S1: E1 - Pilot (Part 1)

Sam startled awake in quick breaths. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his breathing when he was disturbed by a soft scraping noise that sounded from the kitchen. He opened his eyes quickly again and looked over at his girlfriend’s sleeping form next to him before slipping out of bed. He walked quietly to find the source of the noise with his hands balled in tight fists, prepared. As he walked he saw his window open not how he left it before and walked further into his living space. He saw a shadow of a figure moving inside of his kitchen and worked in quick action and attacked the intruder from behind. Surprisingly the intruder worked in equal action with just as fast reflexes. The pair were a mess of grunts and yells of frustration as they try to beat the other until finally the intruder had Sam on his back. In the moonlight Sam could finally get a good look at the intruder as his anger turned into shock. “Woah, easy tiger, ” the intruder smiled rather inappropriately.

“Dean?” Sam asked incredulously in pants. Dean chuckled in confirmation at his little brother.

“You scared the crap out of me.” Sam said through his breaths. “That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.” Dean said matter-of-factly. Sam frowned at this and made quick work of slamming his brother on the ground, making himself on top, to prove a point. “Or not,” Dean chuckled, he tapped his brother twice and grumbled, “get off me.” As the brothers got up Sam asked, “Dean what the hell are you doing here?” It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see his big brother but they hadn't seen each other in almost four years. “I was looking for a beer.” Dean smiled cheesily, shaking his brother’s shoulders. Dean didn't give Sam the full answer and Sam knew it only furthering his suspicions. “Sam?” The light flickered on as a woman’s voice floated through the room. The two men looked over to see the newcomer. It was a girl with a Smurf’s crop top on and boxers. Sam looked unsurprised but Dean was looking at her like a dog in heat. “Jess, hey.” Sam spoke. “Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.” Dean was looking at Jess with a childish grin on his face appreciating her body unashamedly. “Wait. Your brother Dean?” Jess asked grinning as she walked closer. "What about your sister is she here too?" Dean’s grin turned into a hard disapproving look that he fixed on Sam but directed his words to Jess, "as she would say 'ocupada'." Their sister was an off-topic subject no matter the person. Sam looked down at his feet and Dean put a faux smile on his face and turned back to Jess. “I love the smurfs.” Dean grinned, gesturing at her shirt as if this was a casual and totally normal thing. “You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brothers league.” Jess looked at the man with a smirk a rosy color seeming to paint her cheeks in the dim light. “Just let me put something on.” Jess chuckled. “No, no. I wouldn’t dream of it, seriously.” Dean said in complete seriousness. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend over here, talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you." Dean said winking at his brother's girlfriend. Jess gave a faux smile that resembled a grimace which Sam caught on to and immediately went to stand by her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, "no, no whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." "Ok," Dean said challengingly. “Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Sam breathed in deeply not really knowing what to expect to come out of his brother's mouth but that definetley wasn’t it. Sam straightened his back presenting an aura of not really caring, "so he's working overtime on a "Miller Time" shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." "Let me rephrase," a voice from behind Jess and Sam. Sam immediately went to stand in front of Jess as Dean could only hang his head and shake it with an incredulous-sort-of-angry-chuckle. "Daddy's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." The voice who spoke stepped into the light. It was a girl of only 14 but could easily pass for 18. She had big brown curly long hair and dark brown eyes. She had a rounded face but prominent cheekbones and was smirking at the three adults. She was clad in jeans and a blue-almost-green sweater and a pair of worn combat boots. "Ava," Sam said in astonishment, he moved forward to hug the younger girl tightly. She was tentative at first, it being 3 years and two months since she had last seen him but soon a wave of need hit her. A need for her to have her big brother back. "Hi Sammy," she whispered burying her face in his chest.

Sam released her a bit to look at her, "you've gotten so big." And almost as if a light switch flicked on Ava’s original anger to her brother began to grow again this time stronger than she had felt from the past three years. It was so sudden it was almost like she wasn’t smiling only mere moments before.

"You would've been there to see it if you hadn't left." She said pushing her brother away, immediately missing the warmth of his hugs but too hurt to return to him. Sam looked disappointed and watched as Ava went to stand next to her other brother who whispered something angrily to her, to which Ava responded with just as much fury. "Jess, excuse us." Sam said quietly.

Ava was the first one out of the apartment without a word to Jess. She wasn't usually this rude as she was known for being the nicest Winchester. She left the apartment the way that she came: out of the window and onto the fire escape. Ava hopped and climbed down the side of the building using the fire escape as merely a guide as she tried to beat her brothers to the bottom, using the agility and strength that she had developed as the years went by. Ava was overcome by emotions from seeing her brother after years of wishing he'd come home. She had dreamt of the day when she’d see him again, thinking they'd be a full family again. Her father would have finally gotten over his deceased wife, Dean would finally have settled down with a girl who'd preferably keep him in check. And Ava-well she would be alright.  Sam would come home and he'd be welcomed with open arms and he would hold Ava tightly and of course there would be tears but they'd be happy tears and everything would be ok. No demons, no rugaru's, no djinn. She thought that she would be happy to see him but that happiness didn’t last very long and now she could only feel anger towards him. Sam’s return home was all a fantasy though, none of it being real or possible in the life that they lead but Ava was so consumed in thought and the idea of the fantasy that she slipped and fell as she reached the last bar. The air left her lungs in a quick whoosh and she landed on the hard concrete. Pain shot up her arm and she knew it was broken. Crimson seeped through her sweater and Ava made quick work of placing her hand to her shoulder and taking in a deep breath. She applied pressure to the broken area grunting and shaking her head to try and rid herself of the pain. “The only way to heal, is to hurt first,” her mother's words echoed in her ears. 

Ava whispered a healing incantation and felt her bones putting themselves back together which felt just as bad as them breaking. She felt her arm begin to heal but it was going to be sore for awhile. Ava picked herself up from the concrete because at the end of the day it's what she had to do and no one was going to do it for her.

Ava was sat atop the roof of the Impala when she heard the sound of a gate creak open and then the Sam’s voice fill the street, "the weapon training and melting silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." "So what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?" Dean said rolling his eyes as he walked to the car "No, not normal. Safe." Ava scoffed under her breath, Dean looked at her with a look of incredulity as if to say 'can you believe this guy'. Dean shook his head and looked at his brother, "And that's why you ran away." "I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam said matter-of-factly. "Dad's in real trouble right now if he's not dead already. I can feel it. I can't do this by myself." Dean tried to reason. "Yes you can.” Sam said. Dean was one of the best hunters in the country and he was only twenty-six.

Dean looked down at the ground and said, “Yeah, well I don’t want to.” 

“Ava's a witch and you're a more than experienced hunter I'm sure you can handle it." Sam said with a hint of sass in his voice.

“Ava’s not staying.” Dean responded simply.

“Yes, I am.” Ava defended herself

“You thought.” Dean snorted.

Before Ava could respond Sam interjected, “Dean I’m not going with you. You’re more than capable.”

Ava, finally fed up with Sam's bullshit interjected, "I know we've only been here for like thirty minutes but ever since we've gotten here you've had this condescending look on your face and it's really starting to piss me off, so drop it. You are going to say yes, you are going to pack a bag and you are going to listen to what Dean has to say so stop talking down on people like you know everything when you haven’t been here to know shit." She said forcefully. Ava was having mixed emotions towards her brother. After finally seeing him after so many years she had begun to resent his presence. The way she felt towards him, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to forgive him. The day Sam left, Ava didn't know what to do with herself. She had pleaded with John not to make him leave to no avail. Not only that but he left without saying goodbye.

The family had been staying in a motel on the outskirts of town as they worked a demon case. The case was supposed to be pretty easy, get in and get out but the demon always seemed to reappear. The men had been out fighting the demon, wanting to keep the youngest safe but she didn't like to be left behind. Ava managed to get a ride to the house where the demon had been pinpointed to and included herself in "the fight against the supernatural forces of evil". At the time the demon had been taunting the men with the sounds of their loved ones. For Dean, it was Sam's voice. For Sam it was Ava's voice. For John it was Mary Winchester a voice he hadn't heard in years. John grew. . . excitable at the voice and lashed out but the demon had been possessing Ava at the time for she was too young to get the anti-possession tattoo and hadn't any other wards on her. John killed the demon for good but temporarily forgot the body of the demon and almost killed Ava in the process. 

Ava lay writhing on the floor, bleeding out quickly and her brothers ran to her side to help their sister and try and stop the bleeding. John was in a state of shock at first but then tried to help his daughter and moved towards her but an angry yell and hard look from Sammy stopped in his tracks and left him in a continued state of wondering what he had just done. The car ride had been in a tense silence since they left the deom house. Dean was speeding as fast as he could to the motel they were staying in to help their sister. Sam sat in the back with Ava's head in his lap keeping pressure on the wound and telling her everything would be ok as she faded in and out of consciousness. Dean kept looking at the pair in the back to make sure his baby sister was ok and sped up every time he found that her eyes were closed.

Ava had finally been patched up and was snoring in the bed, tired from the events of the day. Dean lay across the foot of Ava's bed with an arm over his face, making it seem like he was asleep but really was just contemplating the day. Sam stood by the window his brain moving a mile a minute. John, he hadn't moved or said anything since the family arrived at the motel, opting to stay out of it, trusting his sons to take care of his daughter The room was silent, only the sounds of Ava's snoring filling the room until Sam blurted, "can I go to college?" it seemed as if he was talking to himself but the other men in the room heard. Dean sat up looking at his brother strangely while John's eyes snapped towards Sam. "Why would you ask that?" John asked. "Because I can't stick around and watch this any longer. I want a normal life and this is far from it." Sam said irritatedly. "But it's for a purpose." John said in a questioning tone. "What purpose? Avenge Mom? I don't believe in that anymore, I don't know if I ever did." Sam said quietly looking back out the window "Sam, a soldier never walks off the battlefield." John said rising out of his chair Sam scoffed, "Yeah, see well I'm not a soldier or at least I wasn't supposed to be." John fixed his son with a steely gaze, "careful with what you say son-" "Not in front of Ava?” Sam questioned cutting his father off. “You almost killed her and yet you haven't said a single thing or done a single thing since we've gotten here, I thought you didn't care for her.." "I assumed you didn't want my help." John said quieting his tone rather embarrassedly.. "It doesn't matter if I want your help or not, you weren't there for her. Why?!” "I’ve told you why before; for your mother" John sighed sitting back down. "No! You can't keep using mom as an excuse." Sam stormed to John and slammed his hand on the table, red with anger. "You almost killed Ava and you haven't said a single thing not even an apology." "What do you want me to say, Sam?" "For starters, why we were there? You drove like a madman across the country for a demon that wasn't even doing anything." "I got a lead on what happened to your mother." John began to rub his forehead with his hand, growing tired of the conversation. "And we are back to square one." Sam said throwing his hands in the air and rolling his eyes, "It always leads back to mom and you don't seem to care who gets hurt in the process of you trying to avenge mom." "I do care about-" "Then why didn't you stop yourself before you stabbed Ava." Sam asked in a malicious tone. "That was an accident-" John tried to reason. He did love his daughter and he never thought he'd arrive to a day where he had to explain that he did. "One that you haven't done anything to attone for." Sam shouted back. John was angry at this point and fed up with his son, "I'm sorry! Is that want you want to hear?" "Sorry, won't save her life." Sam said angrily. "Sammy?" Ava croaked. "We do all this to 'avenge mom' but nothing we do is going to bring her back and I am so sick and tired of it. You put all of our lives in danger without even thinking first. Ava's only 10 and already she's killed more, than most adults. Every wendigo, every demon you think is going to lead you to answers about mom's death. Mom's gone! There is nothing you can do to bring her back! Mom's gone and she isn't coming back!" Sam yelled "If you don't like the life I lead then leave." John said finally. "Dad. . ." Sam said, a hint of fear crept through his voice. "No you brought this on yourself Sam. Since you don't feel the need to find out what happened to your mother, since you can't respect the way I live my life you need to leave." John said with his voice void of emotion. He stared right at his youngest boy and spoke his words clearly and firmly Ava tried to yell but it came out as a hoarse whisper, "Daddy no!" "Be quiet, Ava," John said in a stern voice not taking his eyes off of Sam. "Dad, don't do this." Dean said quieter trying to reason with their father, he had been watching from the start of the conversation but felt the need to interject now. He didn’t want to be without his brother. "Are you staying or are you going to go." John challenged Sam, ignoring Dean. It wasn’t much of a question. The boy stared at his father, challenging the other. Both of them, in simple terms, are Alphas. Both strong-willed and prideful, two Alphas can't exist in the same space together. It's either one or the other. It was a fight for territory and neither would budge until: "Fine," Sam spoke. It wasn't a show of conforming to the other Alpha, it was him deciding to find his own way of life. John was slightly taken aback, surprised that his son would decide to leave, but in a way he had caused this. He gave him an ultimatum, one that changed the family forever. "No!" Ava tried to shout. "Don't do this! Sammy please." She tried to go to him but her wound made it impossible for her to do so, stumbling and falling towards him but Dean caught her around the waist. He held her back, being mindful of the wound but watching in astonishment as Sam packed his bag. He too wanted to go to his brother but he didn't know what his Dad would say. "I love you, Ava." He didn't give her a hug, he didn't even give her a kiss, he wouldn't even make eye contact with her as he grabbed his bag and stuffed a few of his belongings in his bag, blocking out her cries and pleas for him to stay. Sam made eye contact with Dean, nodding at him in a silent conversation between the two with Sam saying 'look after her' and Dean with an 'I will' and sort of 'be safe'. Sam looked at his father one more time who had his back turned to them. Sam walked through the room with his bag in hand, passing his father as he did so. His fathers eyes training after his back and flitting away when Sam turned around to close the door behind him ignoring Ava's angry cries to Dean to let her go in the mixtures of 'please don't go, Sammy'. That was the last time Sam had seen any of them.

Ava had been furious with John ever since but the way John saw it, it didn't matter if she loved him or hated him as long as she respected him. Dean had become her go to person since then but he was never the same as Sammy.

Sam looked at his younger sister trying to catch her eye, but her burst of anger left her internalizing everything, so she sat staring at her hands playing with her rings. Sam cleared his throat and looked at his feet before looking at Dean who flitted his eyebrows and smirked. "What was he hunting?" Sam asked.

Sam left to pack a bag and say goodbye to Jess and by that time the engine was running and Dean and Ava sat waiting. "Can I sit in the front Ava?" Sam asked tentatively. "No," Ava said harshly and simply. "But it's-it's gonna be cramped for me back there." Sam stuttered. He wasn't used to seeing his little sister like this. It hurt him to leave her, but he never thought to think just how much it would hurt her. Ava looked Sam in the eye and seethed, "deal with it." Sam blushed under her stare it was so steely and so broken that Sam had no response as he moved to get in the back seat.

A/N: So this part is mainly focused on Sam and how he fits into Ava’s life and it’s not as much Ava as I would have liked it too have been but just like any other story her character has to develop over time. Also, I’m writing this as I go so if it seems a little slow or my updates are attempted regularity just know I will get to it and I am doing my best. Honestly props to me though because I started writing this part on Friday and it’s Monday and my weekend was swamped so HA. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy it and if there are any questions comments or concerns or want to be tagged feel free to message me!

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[azurethevampire]

• Masterlist •

Drabble = under 1,000 words

Oneshot = over 1,000 words

Unless stated otherwise, my stories are all purely of platonic relationships between reader and the characters. Sometimes between the character(s) and my OCs.

Updated: 22.1.2024

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Peaky Blinders

Not Alone | oneshot | Tommy Shelby x child!reader × rest of the Shelby family

"Sweetheart what did you bury in the garden?" | Drabble | Tommy Shelby x child!reader

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Lord of the Rings

Misbehaving Leads to Tickling | oneshot | teen!reader x Elrond

Heart(s) of Mischief | Drabble | teen!reader x Glorfindel, Elrond makes an appearance too 

Hair Trouble | Drabble | Celebrían x child!reader

"Can you please kill the spider in my room?" | Drabble | Asta(oc), Elrond

"I didn’t bang my head that much, I promise…" | Drabble | reader x Glorfindel

"It's too cold. I'm not going." | Drabble | Elrond, Asta(oc)

Stargazing | drabble | Aragorn, Asta(oc)

Stubborn Little Patient | drabble | Elrond, Asta(oc)

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Supernatural

Are We There Yet? | oneshot | tickle fic | Dean Winchester x sister!reader x Sam Winchester

Snowy Day | Drabble | Dean Winchester x gn!sibling reader x Sam Winchester

"You are still as cuddly as you were when you were little." | drabble | Sam Winchester x sister!reader

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Doctor Who

Little Star | oneshot | Doctor x teen!reader

"My feet are cold" | Drabble | 10th Doctor x reader

"Did you turn my sock into a puppet?" | Drabble | 11th Doctor x reader

"How can I make it up to you?" | Drabble | 9th Doctor x reader

Bigger on the Inside Out | Drabble | The Doctor x reader meets the movie Inside Out

"It's a shame you're mad at me, little one~" | Drabble | 10th Doctor x reader

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Sherlock

Ice Cream Makes Everything Better | oneshot | Sherlock x reader x John

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The Mandalorian

Mando's Lessons to Parenting: Sleep | oneshot | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x child!reader x The Child

Mando's Lessons to Parenting Special: The Gift |oneshot | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x child!reader x The Child, Cara Dune makes an appearance too

Mando's Lessons to Parenting: The Eggcident | Drabble | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Eva(oc) x The Child/Grogu

MLtP: I Would Do It Again | Drabble | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x platonic!reader

"I doubt he even knows how to tickle someone" | MLtP verse | Eva(oc) x The Child/Grogu

MLtP: Just a Little Laugh Will Do | Eva, Din Djarin/Mandalorian, The Child/Grogu

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Marvel

Bickering Children | drabble | Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Erika Barnes(oc)

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One Chicago

Chicago Fire

"Dad, don't leave me" | oneshot | Kelly Severide x daughter!reader, episode tag to CF 3x19

Little Trouble Monkey | drabble | Kelly Severide, Severide's daughter Tina(oc)

Chicago PD

Concern | drabble | gn!sibling reader x Jay Halstead

Chicago Med

Stomach ache | drabble | sibling reader x Will Halstead

Crossovers

"Can you bail me out? Please?" | Med/PD(mention only)| drabble | gn!sibling reader x Will Halstead, Jay is also mentioned

The Smore's Incident | Med/PD | drabble | Will Halstead x sibling!reader x Jay Halsted

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True Blood

I Will Give You a Reason | oneshot | Eric Northman, Emily Northman(oc), Pamela Swynford de Beaufort

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NCIS

"Please be careful" | Drabble | teen!reader x Gibbs

"I'm not mad at you" | Drabble | Gibbs x reader

To my family | drabble | team x reader

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Uncharted

An Uncle Would Be Fine | drabble | Nathan Drake, sister!reader, Victor Sullivan

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[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Wayward Daughter

Wayward Daughter https://ift.tt/v3AuO6D by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/z8VsLag January 07, 2024 at 04:20PM

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[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 7 - Now That The World Is Ending

Warnings: Cuteness, Gabriel holding baby/toddler Daenerys

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: In the final chapter of Aftermath, as the bombs drop down to Earth above their heads. The Winchesters have a surprise guest living with them. 

Guest OCs: Just the usuals. 

Guest Characters: Archangel Gabriel [Supernatural], John Seed [mentioned]

Note: Next is NEW DAWN: NEW HORIZONS. Taking place 15-17 years later in the year 2035. THANK YOU FOR READING MY CRAP!!!!

Far Cry New Dawn x Supernatural [crossover with OCs]

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“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters in confusion, and also in surprise. He looks up at the two sisters, with a soft smile on his face and weakly mutters “Surprise to see me?”. That question was directed towards Kate, and she smiles back in return. 

Surprised and also happy to see her Archangel. 

“How did you g-” Paige asks, before stopping herself when she realizes it was a stupid question, “That was a stupid question”.

They help him up, and take him to the main room. Sitting him down on the living room couch.

“Gabriel?!?” Mandy mutters as she walks into the room. In shock and surprised to see the wounded celestial, bleeding a little through his shirt. 

Paige leaves her mom, sister and the Archangel by themselves to go get Kenny and the others. Mandy then stands up, and goes to grab a first aid kit, or something that can heal an Archangel. Leaving Kate and Gabriel alone. She takes a seat in front of him. They look at each other for a few seconds. 

“What happened?!” she asks, opening his shirt, and cleaning his wound on his stomach. 

He shrugs, and softly groans in pain “I’ve sorta lost my powers”.

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “Sorta?!?”. 

He sighs, “I’ve lost some of my powers when I was cast out”.

She looks at him, confused, “Cast out?. What do you mean cast out?”

He looks at her, “I’m sure you saw the giant mushroom cloud in the sky”. She nods, “Yeah, we all saw it”.

He shifts in his spot on the couch, “Did you see what else appeared in the sky shortly after?".

Shaking her head, “No, we all ran down here. What else happened?”.

He looks her in the eyes, and says in the most dramatic way possible, “All Angels were cast out of Heaven”. 

Her eyes widened, “What?!?. All of them? Everyone?". He nods his head slowly, she stands up from her spot, and paces. Worried about her boyfriend, her friends and everyone she got to know in Hope County. Playing with the bracelet Wheaty gave her. Her thoughts are interrupted by the wounded Archangel on the couch in front of her. 

“A boyfriend huh?” he asks, chuckling and looking up at her.

She looks at him confused, “What?!?”.

“You got a boyfriend?" he asks, "Or had one".

She tries to hold back her tears, biting her lip “Not helpful Gabe” she mutters softly. Standing there in front of him, her hands resting on her cheeks, looking at the floor. Her anxiety builds up, and her hands become shaky. 

Gabriel stares at her stomach, just something about it looks different to him. It looks slightly bigger, like she put on some weight. He can’t seem to put his finger on it, but whatever it is he can feel some strange essence, or some sort of energy coming from it, coming from her body. She has a slight glow on her face, but it could be sweat. 

Kate notices him staring at her stomach. “Why are you staring at my stomach?!?” she asks, glaring over at him. Breaking his focus on her slightly bigger stomach. 

He looks up at her, anticipating for her to slap him for asking the question, “Don't hit me for asking this but, did you gain weight??”.

She scoffs at him, rolling her eyes, and crosses her arms. Taking a few steps away from him, “You never ask those types of questions to a human Gabe”. 

He tilts his head, curiosity getting the best of him, and motions her to come towards him, “Come towards me”. She heeds, and walks towards him, standing in arms reach. He places his hand on her 7 and a half week baby bump, and feels why his curiosity is concerned about her belly. 

His eyes widened, he looks up at her with his eyebrows raised “You’re pregnant?!”. 

Feeling somewhat hurt that his special human is pregnant with another man's child. 

For a moment she forgets that she’s carrying another tiny human being inside her, she nods her head, “Yeah. I am”.

"And it's not mine?!" he jokes, totally not hurt that his human is pregnant. Moving his hand away. 

She scoffs again, "We both know the outcome for that". Taking a seat next to him.

"You were there, you knew I'm pregnant" she tells him. He looks at her confused. 

"I was where??" he asks, very confused. She looks at him in disbelief,  thinking this Trickster is messing with her. "In my hallucination trip. A few months ago" she tells him. 

He looks at her like he has no idea what she's talking about. Shrugging, "What are you talking about??". 

She shakes her head, "It's nothing. Forget it". She drops the hold thing, she knows what she saw in her bliss hallucination a few months ago. 

A few moments later, Paige walks back into the living room with Kenneth, Cody, Martin, Mark, Nate and Adrian. 

"Gabriel?!?" the 6 men say in unison. 

The Archangel chuckles, "Did you all rehearse that?!". 

He catches them all up on what was happening in the world. Angels, all of them were all cast out of Heaven, God tried to wipe out all of humanity with a nuclear explosion. The Collapse. The Reckoning. The Apocalypse. The End. The whole world is up in flames. Literally. Heaven is shut down with no one but God up in cloud city. 

*****

May 2019. 7 months later

It’s been 7 months since the bombs were dropped. After several hours the bombs stopped falling, and you'd think everything would be safe to go back out. Nope, knowing that you're gonna have to live underground in a bunker with 20 other people for the next 6 and a half years. After 2 and a half months the world has now ended but it's only just begun. 

No other bombs, or explosions have been dropped by The Man upstairs. The World was going through the route of regrowing, and being reborned. Starting over again.

On May 2nd, Kate gave birth to a healthy baby girl. A few weeks earlier on April 16th, Paige had a C-section giving birth to triplets, 2 boys and 1 girl with the help of Cody, his wife and Adrian’s wife Amanda delivered all 4 of them. Having all the right equipment in the bunker infirmary, stored away.

Jeffrey Dean Winchester-Smith named after her cousin, Dean. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Thomas Sam Winchester-Smith also named after her cousin, Sam. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces. 

Bianca Rhea Winchester-Smith because she's always liked the name Bianca. Weighing 7 pounds, and 4 ounces. 

Daenerys Arya Brienne Winchester named after Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark and Brienne of Tarth all female characters from Game of Thrones. Being the smallest of the 4 infants, weighing 6 pounds, and 5 ounces. 

Cristina is over a year old. 1 year, and 6 months old. She is now walking, she has almost all of her teeth, and can say 7 to 10 words. She is able to comprehend language, and know from right from wrong. From good from bad. 

The triplets are a little over a month old now, Daenerys is 2 in a half weeks old. 

During her pregnancy, Gabriel was very protective of Kate, even though they were all living underground in a huge bunker, and couldn't leave for another 6 in a half years. 

Cradling her 20 day old daughter in her arms, Kate feeds her a bottle of formula. Gabriel was very cautious around her, afraid that he'll somehow hurt the tiny infant. Even though he has very little to no powers left in him. 

He tried to keep a safe distance from her, Kate constantly reminded him that he didn’t need to worry about hurting the infant. That he and Daenerys will be fine. He is very fond of humans, of course, unlike most celestial beings. That was his one fear, hurting her. 

"You wanna hold her?!" she asks him. He looks up at her, stammering. "Uhh, do-do you want me to?". 

She smiles at him, "It's fine with me" she responds. She hands him the tiny infant. He holds her, cradling her and she starts to fuss in his arms. Making her typical baby sounds. 

He groans uncomfortably, holding her away from him, stammering “Uhhh w-what is happening?!?”.

“She’s fine” she reassures him, fixing her baby blanket, “It’s a normal infant reaction”. 

She starts to calm down, yawning and falling asleep in Gabriel’s arms with her finger in her mouth. 

“What’s happening?!?” he nervously asks, “Is she dead?!?”. 

She looks at him, chuckling, “She’s not dead. She’s asleep”. She takes the infant from his arms and puts her in her old bassinet. 

Paige comes in holding one of her triplets. “Hey” she says, looking down at the one month old infant in her arms. 

“Hey” Kate responds, “Which triplet is that?”. 

She groans unsurely, and checks the diaper, “Thomas, and/or Jeffrey”.

“It’s Thomas!” Kenneth calls out from the next room over, “You’re holding Thomas!”. 

She points in the direction where her husband's voice came from “The 2nd one. Thomas Sam”. 

“How’s the scar?” she asks, referring to her C-section scar. 

She groans uncomfortably, “It’s healing. Slowly, but it’s healing”. 

*****

Later that night, Everyone is in their own bunker rooms. Kate is in hers, changing Daenerys into her night onesie. 

Talking to the infant in a soft voice. Gabriel, who is a few rooms over, can hear Kate and the tiny human with the very little powers he has. Leaning against the headboard of his bed, listening to her conversation.

He knows he’s Kate’s Guardian Angel, he saved her several times, he gripped her tight, and raised her from perdition when she was a somewhat innocent teenager. He’s her soulmate as well. He has had these feelings for her since forever. He knows she would be better off with her boyfriend before God dropped the bombs on humanity, but he’s most likely dead. John? He’s dead as well, and he knows damn well that Daenerys is his kid. He knows Kate is ashamed that she’s his kid, regardless she loves her. 

He couldn't possibly imagine how Daenerys would've turned out if John Seed had lived. How he would've treated Kate, how that demented, psycho family would've treated a pregnant Kate. A premarital baby. How that sadist psychopath would somehow ruin Kate and their baby.

He gets up, and goes to her room. Walks down the hall and knocks on the door. 

“Yeah?” she responds her voice muffled from behind the closed door. He opens the door and steps inside her bedroom. 

“Hey” he sighs, “How she doin’?”. 

“She’s doing great” she answers, taking a seat on her bed. Gabriel takes the leap of faith, not holding back.

“I just wanted to get us over with” he tells her. Kate looks at him confused, “What are you talking about?!?”. 

He lays down on her bed, laying on his side with his hand prompt up against his cheek. Looking up at her. 

He lifts up his free hand from behind him, and holds a diamond ring between his index and middle fingers. Her eyes light up, and gasps softly. 

“You already know where I’m going with this” he chuckles, “Will you marry me? Blah, blah, blah. I love you. Blah, blah, blah. You could do so much more better than that idiot Yes man John Seed”.

She laughs softly at his comments, “So. In all seriousness” he continues, “Will you marry me?”. 

She looks at him, “You already know the answer” she whispers to him before passionately kissing him on the lips.

Katella Evyanna Winchester is set to marry an Archangel. Archangel Gabriel. She always thought of herself as the human he had to protect. That’s all she thought she was to him. His human.

*****

A few years later, November 2022, the children are all 3 years old, Cristina turned 5 years old that same month. 

Daenerys, the youngest of all the children, wakes up at 6:00am, which is unusual for a child at her age to get up at, and feel energetic.

Her and the other 4 Winchester children share the same bedroom, across the hall from their parents rooms. She stumbles to Kate and Gabriel’s room, pushes the door open and climbs onto their bed. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” she says loudly, waking them up. 

Kate groans, as her daughter steps on her with her tiny feet. She sits on Gabriel’s chest and playfully slaps his cheeks. Waking him up.

“What?” he asks, half asleep. She giggles softly, “Wakey wakey”. He chuckles softly, slowly sitting up. 

He looks over at the clock, “It’s 6 in the morning, how are you so energetic?!” he asks the 3 year old child. 

She lets out a playful giggle, and jumps up and down on their bed. 

She looks up at the child bouncing on the bed, having the same exact eyes as John. Those baby blue eyes that she got from him, a reminder that this little bundle of joy and happiness is also John Seed's daughter. 

He gets up out of bed and carries the 3 year old child down the bunker hallway towards the kitchen. 

Despite him being an Archangel with very little of his powers. He manages to get 3-6 hours of sleep, and eat solid foods. Not wanting to use his very little powers in fear that he’ll hurt any of the children living in the bunker, he manages to get by without using them, he knows the world above them is going through some change, a huge massive change that'll change everyone's lives. 

But finally being able to marry the human he fell in love with, and fathering her child, he was more than happy to be a part of their lives.  

Paige and Kenneth walk into the kitchen shortly after, her holding Jeffrey and Thomas in each of her arms. Kenneth holding Bianca, and Cristina following behind him. 

"Here you go" Paige mutters, sitting the two toddlers in their seats at the kitchdn table. Everyone else wakes up half an hour later. Adrian, and his wife Amanda. Mark, his wife Dana and 2 kids. Nate, his wife Ellen and 3 kids, Martin and his fiancée Megan, Cody and his wife Brandy. Mandy, Barbara, Kenneth, Gabriel, Paige, Kate and their kids. 

One bunker with 20+ people, and 1 Archangel living in it. 16 adults, and 10 kids. Having to spend another 2-4 years underground while the Earth regrows, and the radiation goes away. Its only a matter of time, and they can go back to their normal lives, or at least they think its their normal lives. 

Hopefully, a new hope. A New Dawn. New Horizons will come their way.

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[thewolfswriting]

Devil In A Suit Chapter 1

A/N: Finally the first chapter. If you want to be tagged in this series, please let me know. Feedback is always appreciated.

Word count: 827

Pairings: Soulless Alpha!Sam Winchester x Maria (Omega OC)

Chapter Warnings: None

Taglist: @charmed-asylum

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Sam stood in front of the mirror adjusting his suit and tie with a blank expression. The Alpha dreaded the day his father would force him to choose a mate.

---

"Samuel."

Sam turned his attention from the book he has reading towards his father "Yes?"

"The day has finally come. Tomorrow, you will choose a mate." John said, as he poured himself a glass of bourbon "Any of Michael's daughters will be available of your choosing."

"What if I refuse?"

John gave his son a stern look "If you refuse there will be consequences. You will act accordingly whether you like it or not."

"Of course, father."

---

Sam grabbed his fedora hat off the hook and closed the door behind him. Once we reached his father's Chrysler he opened the back door and climbed in, closing the door with a huff.

"Don't look so annoyed Samuel." John said in a stern tone.

"Have you ever seen any of Michael's daughters?"

"Yes, I have. I have seen a few that would make a suitable mate and like I have said before you will choose and if you do not I will choose for you."

That's what you think Sam thought to himself.

Even though his inner Alpha loved the fact that he would have a mate to do with what he pleases, Sam himself, did not. In his mind, he doesn't need a mate.

---

It wasn't long before John and Sam arrived at the Ritz-Carlton hotel and immediately taking an elevator to the 8th floor of Michael's suite.

"Remember what I told you." John said while knocking on the door.

The door opened to reveal Michael with a smile on his face "John. Samuel. You finally made it."

Stepping to the side, he let John and Sam enter the room. The soulless Alpha's nostrils flaring at the different scents of Omegas and Betas as he scanned the room. John and Michael kept their eyes on Sam as he continued to gaze upon the women in the room.

His gaze came to a halt when his eyes landed on a girl and he took a minute to study her. Her brown hair shinned in the natural light coming through the windows, her eyes the perfect shade of green.

The dress she currently wore made the curves of her body more noticeable. She looked stunning. But the Alpha couldn't quite pick up her scent, something he's never experienced before. And because of that, Sam chose her.

"What's your name?"

"Maria." She spoke in a barely there tone as she studied the man before her.

Maria, a beautiful name Sam thought.

"She has not presented yet." Michael said.

Sam turned to Michael "Yes, I know. I'll take her anyway."

"Surely you'd like-"

"I said I'll take her." The tone of Sam's voice changed to more aggression.

Michael turned to John who only nodded his head in approval. Despite her not presenting, his son has chosen a mate.

---

Sam opened the door of the Chrysler and offered Maria his hand, helping her step out. As he led her to the front door she observed her surroundings outside. The brick walls, the bushes, the flower beds, and even the stone walkway. She couldn't help but notice the woods behind the house. Nevertheless, she thought it was beautiful.

Sam opened the front door without saying a word and slid her coat off her shoulders before hanging it on the rack.

"Would you like a tour of the house?" Sam asked as he offered her his hand once more.

"I wou-"

"Take her to her room Samuel." John interrupted "It's getting late. It can wait until tomorrow."

Sam didn't say anything. If he's being honest, he's only being nice to her to please his father.

He only took her hand and lead her up the steps, shortly stopping at a white door and opening it. Maria had to hold back a gasp of surprise as she walked forward, gazing around the room. The white carpet matched the sheer curtains covering the windows as well as the vanity against the wall across from the bed.

She walked towards the canopy bed, letting her fingers slide over the soft material of the maroon colored duvet. On the canopy itself laid the same colored curtains as the duvet.

"It's lovely. Thank you." She gave him a shy smile.

Sam cleared his throat "I'll come for you in the morning. Good night."

And with that, Sam closed the door. Leaving her alone.

#sam winchester x oc #sam winchester x original female character #sam winchester #alpha!sam winchester #soulless!sam #supernatural #alpha sam winchester #alpha/omega

[winchesterbrotherstan]

SPN- Crossroad Blues (2.08)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: The siblings find a case that isn’t what it seems, Dean pulls a dangerous stunt, and Olive comes clean about a few big secrets

Warnings: mentions of blood, demons, bad dogs, uhhh, cursing

Word Count: 5054

I huffed as Sam pulled the computer screen out of the line of sight of people around us. I looked at the picture, then at Dean with another huff. Jinx whined at our feet.

“So much for our low profile.” Sam grumbled. “You’ve got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you’re officially in the fed’s database. And Ol, you’ve got a warrant in Maryland.”

I shrugged as I looked at our mugshots.

“Dude, I’m like Dillinger or something.”

“Dean, it’s not funny. Makes our lives harder, we’ve gotta be more careful now.”

“Well Sams, what do they have on you?”

“I’m sure they just haven’t posted it yet.” He mumbled.

I looked at Dean, who grinned. “No accessory? Nothing?”

“Shut up.” Sam scowled.

Dean laughed. “You’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not!” Sam spat.

I giggled. “You should’ve come with me, you’d have a warrant too.”

Sam rolled his eyes and shut the laptop. I leaned forward with a smile. “Alright, what do we have so far?”

“Yeah, you innocent, harmless, young man. What d’ya got?”

Sam pulled out a folder. “Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condo he designed.”

“Hmm.” Dean hummed. “Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That’s classy. When did he call animal control?”

“Two days before he died.”

“Did he actually say black dog?”

“Yeah. A, and I quote, vicious, wild, black dog. Authorities couldn’t find it, no one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are kinda confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town.” Sam sighed. “And after that, no more calls, doesn’t show up for work. Then he takes the swan dive.”

I looked back at Dean and picked a fry off his plate. “Think we’re dealing with an actual black dog?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Sams, what’s the lore on it?”

Sam handed me a few pages from the folder with a shrug. “It’s all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but… some say they’re animal spirits, others say death omens. Either way, they’re big and nasty.”

Dean plucked a sketch from the pile and held it up with a smirk. “Yeah, I bet they could hump the fuck outta your leg, huh?”

Sam glared and I snorted. Dean’s smile turned into a frown.

“What? They could!”

                                                              ***

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Sam and Dean insisted that I wear heels to look older, and I could already feel blisters forming.

“So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?”

“That’s right.” The man nodded at us. “Now one more time, this is for…”

“A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest.”

The man snorted, and Dean’s eyes narrowed.

“This funny to you?”

“No, it’s…” He sighed. “It’s just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind. Well, he gets another tribute.”

“Right.” Sam nodded. “Any idea why he’d do such a thing?”

He shrugged. “I have no clue. I mean, he lived a charmed life.”

“How so?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I’m capable, but next to him, I… and it wasn’t always that way, either.”

“No?”

“You wanna know the truth? There was a time where Sean couldn’t even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he was working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive.”

“Right.” Sam nodded. “So what changed?”

“You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing… he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like… the level of van Gogh, and Mozart.” He stopped, staring at the ground.

“What?”

“It’s funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don’t they? To have that kind of talent. Why… why just throw it away?”

                                                             ***

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Sam smiled from beside me.

“Are you sleepy?”

I nodded. “A little.”

He held his arm up and I dove into his side, head resting against his chest. I let my eyes fall shut as I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been sleeping right for the last week. Drinking Dean’s blood had healed me, but he insisted that doing it every day would make me stronger. So far, it was doing nothing but giving me vivid nightmares.

I had woken up thinking I had killed him, and after two nights of hearing me scream, Sam suggested that I sleep in his bed instead. I felt like the scum of the earth, and although I knew better, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Sam saw me in the same way.

Jinx yawned from the backseat, and Sam giggled. The driver’s side door opened, and Dean slid in.

“So?”

“Secretary’s name is Carly. She’s twenty-three, she kayaks, and they’re real.” Dean grinned at me.

I sighed, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“You didn’t happen to ask her if she’s seen any black dogs lately, did you?”

Dean pulled a folded page from his jacket pocket. “Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There’s nineteen calls in all. And uh…” He pulled a post-it off the paper. “I don’t know what this thing is.”

Sam plucked the post-it from him and laughed.

“You mean her MySpace address?”

“Yeah, MySpace. What the hell is that?”

Sam and I both laughed, and Dean stared.

“Guys, I’m being serious. Is it like…” He leaned over and put his hands over my ears, but I could still hear him.

“Is it like some sort of porn thing?”

Sam and I only laughed harder.

                                                             ***

I sighed and rolled my neck. Dean huffed.

“I swear, if this is another fucking pomeranian barking in the neighbor’s yard-”

The front door opened, and Dean cleared his throat.

“Afternoon, ma’am.” He flashed his ID. “Animal Control.”

“Oh, someone already came yesterday.” The young woman shook her head.

“Oh, we’re just following up.”

“We’re looking for a Dr. Sylvia Pearlman.”

                                                             ***

“The doctor, well, she… I don’t know exactly when she’ll be back. She left two days ago.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded. “And you are?”

“I’m Ms. Pearlman’s maid.”

“So, where did the doctor go?” I asked, keeping an eye on Dean, who was roaming around the living room.

“I’m not sure.” She shook her head. “She just packed and went, she didn’t say where. That stray dog, did you finally find it?”

“Oh, uh, not yet. You know, you didn’t ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?”

“Well, no.” She sighed. “I never even heard it. I was almost starting to think that she was imagining things, but she’s not like that, so…”

Dean plucked a photograph off the wall and squinted at it. “Hey, I read she was uh, chief surgeon at the hospital. She’s gotta be what, forty two, forty three? That’s pretty young for that job.”

The woman nodded. “Youngest in the history of the place. She got the position about ten years ago, I think.”

Dean hummed, and I sighed.

“An overnight success. Ten years ago.”

Dean flipped the photograph over. “Yeah, we know a guy like that.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, hey. Look at this.” He showed us the back of the photo. “Lloyd’s Bar.”

                                                             ***

I sighed as Dean put the car in park. He ruffled my hair with a smile and a wink.

“Alright. We’ll be back, keep an eye on Jinx. Yeah?”

I nodded. “Okay. Be careful please.”

Sam smiled and kissed my head before clambering out of the car. “Always, bug. You too.”

I watched as they started toward the door, and then Dean stopped. He and Sam exchanged a few words, then Dean pointed. I shifted around to see and sighed.

A crossroads, with yellow flowers growing in each corner. I squinted. Those were yarrow flowers, which were used for rituals. Summoning rituals.

“I’ll be right back, girl.” I patted Jinx on the head before climbing out of the car.

The boys heard the noise, and Sam beckoned me over.

“So, two people become sudden success about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out at Lloyd’s.” Dean stated.

“Where there just happens to be a crossroads.” Sam sighed.

“You guys think?”

Dean shrugged. “Let’s find out.”

He walked into the middle of the crossroads and stopped, looking around. “This seem about dead center to you?”

Sam and I both tilted our heads.

“A little more to the left.”

“My left or your left?”

“Uh, our left. So your right.”

“Gotcha.” Dean mumbled as he shuffled a few steps over.

“Stop, there.” Sam put a hand up.

“I’ll get you a shovel.” I put a hand up. “Keys.”

He tossed them and I snatched them out of the air, hurrying to get a shovel from the trunk. I grabbed it and shut the trunk, handing it off Sam. He took it to Dean while I let Jinx out, holding her on a tight leash so she wouldn’t get in Dean’s way. Dean dug a few inches past the gravel and the sound of metal against metal made me cringe.

“Yahtzee.” He grinned and dropped the shovel, going at it with his hands.

He pulled out an old rusted box and dusted it off, coughing. He opened it and Sam and I dropped to his side. I sat in the dirt and picked through the box, pulling out old, small bones. Sam took a jar with a sigh.

“I’d be willing to bet this is graveyard dirt. And that’s a black cat bone.”

“That’s serious spellwork.” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, like Deep South Hoodoo shit.” I put the bones back in the box and rubbed my hands off on my jeans. 

“Used to summon a demon.” Sam huffed.

“Not just summon. Crossroads are where pacts are made.” Dean grew upset as he stood. “These people are making deals with the fucking thing. You know, cause that always ends good.”

“They’re seeing dogs, alright. Just not black dogs.” 

“Hellhounds. Demonic dobermans.” I huffed, petting Jinx’s head.

“Yeah. Whoever this demon is, it’s back and collecting. And that doctor lady?” Dean let out a low whistle. “Wherever she’s running? She ain’t running fast enough.”

We circled back to the car, tin box in hand. Dean had it in his hands, but he had closed it. He was agitated, and I felt guilt start to rise in my throat.

“So it’s just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads kinda deal?”

“Yeah, except that wasn’t a legend. I mean, you know his music.”

Sam shrugged, and Dean deadpanned. “You don’t know Robert Johnson’s songs? Sam, there’s occult references all over his lyrics. I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?”

Sam only pouted, and Dean sighed.

“Story goes, he died choking on his own blood. He was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs.”

“And now it’s happening all over again.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. “We’ve gotta figure out who else made deals here.”

“Great.” Dean groaned. “So we’ve gotta clean up these peoples’ messes for em? I mean, they’re not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play Let’s Make A Deal.”

“So what, we should just let them die?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and save em?”

“Dean.” Sam and I made the same face.

“Fine.” Dean sighed. “Alright, rituals like this, you’ve gotta put your own photo in the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let’s go and see if anyone inside knows him.” He paused. “If he’s still alive.”

                                                             ***

“What’s this guy’s name again?” I asked as we walked up the set of wide, wooden stairs.

“George Darrow. Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd’s. Though this house probably ain’t up next on MTV cribs, is it?”

Sam chuckled and I sighed. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, so whatever kinda deal he made…”

“Wasn’t for cash.” Dean huffed. “Oh, who knows.” He shrugged and grinned at us. “Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis.”

Sam and I sighed.

“No, I’m just saying… this dude’s got one epic bill due. Hope he at least asked for something fun.”

I made it to the door first and noticed black dust lined up under the door. I crouched and slid a finger through it.

“What’s wrong?”

“The hell is this, pepper?” I stood and held my finger out to Dean.

The door swung open and I jumped back into Dean, caught off guard.

“Who the hell are you?”

“George Darrow?” Sam tried.

“I’m not buying anything.” He moved to shut the door in our faces.

“Whoa, whoa.” Dean chuckled. “Looks like you went for the wrong shaker there.”

George glared and I sighed.

“Usually when you wanna keep something evil out, you use salt.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The man spat.

“Talking about this.” Dean held the photo from the tin box up. “Tell me. You seen that Hellhound yet?”

The man’s face went blank and he pulled away.

“Look, we just want to help. Please.” Sam begged. “Just five minutes.”

He sighed and let us in. I followed Dean, and Sam stayed behind me. The apartment was full of paintings, some done and others barely started. There was a table full of paint and brushes, and a bottle of whiskey. George served himself some in a glass, and the three of us looked around, and then at each other.

“So what is that stuff out front?”

“Goofer dust.”

I blinked, and Sam and Dean awkwardly faced George.

“What, you kids think you know something about something but not Goofer dust?” He pulled a brown sack from behind an easel and tossed it straight at us.

Sam and Dean both flinched, and I reached up and caught it with ease.

“We know a little about a lot of things.” I explained as I inched closer to Dean, looking at the bag.

“Just enough to make us dangerous.” Dean mumbled.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

“Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons.”

“Demons, now that we know.” Dean perked up.

“Well, then.” George huffed. “Maybe it’ll do you some good.” He slumped in a chair. “Four minutes left.”

Dean and I glanced at each other with slitted eyes before both turning to Sam. He took the lead with gentleness.

“Mr. Darrow. We know you’re in trouble.”

“Yeah, that you got yourself into.” Dean grumbled.

I elbowed him, hard, and he grunted as Sam kept talking.

“But it’s not hopeless, alright? There’s gotta be something we can do.”

“Listen.” George sighed. “I get that you boys wanna help. But sometimes a person makes their bed, they’ve just got to lie down in it. I’m the one who called that demon in the first place.”

Dean huffed as he shot us both an I told you so look. “What’d you do it for?”

“I was weak. I mean… who don’t wanna be great? Who don’t want their life to mean something? I just… I never thought about the price.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Hell, no. Course, I asked for talent. Shoulda gone for fame. I’m still broke and lonely. Just that now I got this pile of paintings don’t nobody want. But that wasn’t the worst…”

“Go on.” Sam pressed.

“Demon didn’t leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done, the damn thing stayed at Lloyd’s for a week. Just chatting. Making more deals. I tried to warn folks, but, I mean… who’s gonna listen to an old drunk?”

“How many others?” I asked.

“Uh, the architect, that doctor lady. I kept up with them, they’ve been in the papers. Least they got famous.” He sighed.

“Who else?”

He shook his head.

“Come on, George, think.” Dean pressured.

“One more. Uh, a nice guy, too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don’t know what he asked for. Don’t matter now. We done for.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “No, there’s gotta be a way.”

“You don’t get it!” George shouted, and the three of us inched away. “I don’t want a way!”

“Look, you don’t-”

“I called that thing! I brought it on myself! I brought it on them…” He sighed. “I’m going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I’m done. I’m just trying to hold them off til then. Buy a little time. Okay, kids. Time you went, go help somebody that wants help.”

“We can’t just-”

“Get out!” George snapped. “I got work to do.”

“You don’t really wanna die.” Sam reasoned.

“I don’t?” George challenged. “I’m… I’m tired.”

The three of us shared a look before heading for the door.

                                                             ***

Sam knocked on the door, and Jinx tugged at the leash. I tugged back, forcing her to sit. The door opened, and a man poked his head out.

“Yes?”

“Evan Hudson?”

“You ever been to a bar called Lloyd’s? Would’ve been about ten years ago.” Dean’s face was devoid of expression.

Evan slammed the door shut with a grunt, and I heard the latch go. I sighed.

“Come on, we’re not demons!” Dean called.

“Any other bright ideas?” I turned to Dean with a scowl.

Dean gave me a bitchface before turning, setting himself, and then kicking the door down in one go. I let go of Jinx and she ran in, following where Evan had gone. Dean set himself back up, and Sam smacked his leg down.

“Wait!” He hissed.

Dean scowled, and Sam shot him a look right back. He turned the handle and gently pushed the door open. There was no noise from inside, and Sam stepped in first. Jinx stayed by my side, tail wagging.

“Evan?”

“Please!” He jumped out into sight, hands up. “Don’t hurt me.”

Sam put his own hands up, and Dean’s face remained blank. Jinx sat down, head tilted to the side.

“We’re not going to hurt you, alright? We’re here to help you.”

Dean took the lead, stepping forward. “We know all about the genius deal you made.”

“What?” Evan was shocked. “How?”

“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we���re trying to stop it.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Evan shuffled backward as I took a step forward.

“Well, you don’t, but you’re kinda running low on options there, buddy boy.” Dean spat.

Evan swallowed and began to pace back and forth. “Can you stop it?”

“Don’t know. We can try.”

“I don’t want to die.” Evan whined.

“Of course you don’t, not now.” Dean hissed.

“Dean.” Sam whispered. “Stop.”

“What’d you ask for anyway, Evan? Huh? Never need viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?”

“My wife.”

Dean let out a harsh laugh. “Right. Getting the girl. Well, that’s worth a trip to hell for.”

“Dean, stop.” I warned.

“No. He’s right.” Evan sighed. “I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm, that… woman, or whatever she was… at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but… I don’t know how… I was desperate.”

“Desperate?” Sam repeated.

“Julie was dying.”

“You did it to save her?” I asked, voice quiet.

“She had cancer. They’d stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying… a matter of days. So yeah. I made the deal. And I’d do it again.” Evan shook his head. “I’d have died for her on the spot.”

Dean took a predatory step forward. “You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn’t have to live without her. But guess what? She’s gonna have to live without you now. What if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul, huh! How do you think she would feel!”

“Dean!” I shouted, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him backward.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Sam warned, then turned to Evan. “You just sit tight, alright? We’re gonna figure this out.”

I pulled Dean into the hallway, grip on his wrist tight. Jinx stayed with Evan, and Sam followed us out.

“What’s your deal?” I hissed.

“I’m fine.” Dean snapped.

“Dean-”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dean snarled. “Look, I got an idea. Ol, you still got the Goofer dust?”

I scowled as I pulled the bag out and handed it over. “You throw George’s hoodoo at the Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I’m gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon.”

“The fucking hell you are.” I glared at him.

“Olive, I’m the fucking grown up here.”

“Dean, are you nuts?” Sam tried to ease the tension.

“Maybe a little. But I can trap it. I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent.”

“How much time, Dean?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know. A while. It’s not easy for those clusterfucks to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “No way.”

“You’re not allowed to say no, Sammy. Not unless you’ve got a better idea.”

“Dean, we’re not gonna let you summon that bitch.”

“Why not?” Dean turned back to me.

I shook my head, and Sam jumped in.

“We don’t like where your head is at right now, that’s why not.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

“Dean, you’ve been on edge ever since we found the crossroad.” I reached for his hand.

He let me take it and turned back to Sam with a huff.

“She’s right. And we know why.”

“We don’t have time for this.” Dean tore his hand from mine and brushed past us both. He shoved the Goofer dust into Sam’s chest without stopping, ready to take off.

“Dad.” I called. “It’s because Dad.”

“I’ve been thinking it too, De. I’m sure you have too.”

Dean’s shoulders shrunk and he sighed. “It fits, doesn’t it? I’m alive. Dad’s head. Yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul?”

“I think I hear it!” Evan shouted. “It’s outside!”

Dean steeled himself once more, but his expression softened. “Just keep him alive, okay?”

“Dean…”

“Go.” Dean pointed.

Sam and I turned back and Dean took off. Sam began to line the windows with Goofer dust. I tied Jinx’s leash to the bookshelf Evan had hidden behind and took a handful from the bag, making a circle around Evan.

“What is this stuff?”

“Goofer dust.”

“Is she serious?”

“Afraid so.” Sam sighed. “Look. Believe us, don’t believe us. Whatever you want. Just stay inside the circle, alright?”

Evan nodded and hugged himself as he stood in the circle. Sam helped me finish it, shaking out the last grains from the bag.

“Alright. That’s the last of it.” Sam sighed and we began to pace around the room, eyes on the dust.

Sam was quiet, thinking. I glanced over at Evan, who looked horrified, but somehow at peace. I sighed and turned to Sam.

“It wasn’t supposed to be Dad.”

Sam blinked. “What?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be Dad.” I repeated, feeling tears brew in my eyes. “It was supposed to be me.”

“Olive, what are you…”

“I gave Bobby a different list. I did it on purpose. I was gonna make a deal. For Dean. That way, you, and him, and Dad would be together.”

“Olive.” Sam shot me a warning glance.

“That’s what Dad and I were fighting about before Dean woke up. He knew what I was gonna do. So he did it instead.”

“Olive…”

“It’s my fault that Dad is dead. It’s not Dean’s. I should’ve been quicker.”

“Olive.”

“If Bobby hadn’t said anything, it would’ve happened. And Dean would be happy. He’d have Dad.”

“Olive, don’t you let him hear you say that. Okay? He will never forgive you.”

My heart shattered at the prospect, but I shook my head. “I don’t care. I’m so tired of lying to him. I can’t see him like this, not anymore. I should’ve died, and Dad should still be here.”

“Olive, that’s not-”

“I’m a fucking monster, Sam! How many teenage girls do you know that have to drink their brother’s blood everyday?” I hissed.

Sam looked away, and I nodded, wiping away my tears.

“Exactly. I should be dead, and Dad should be here.”

“Did you guys hear that?”

“No. Where?” I wiped my tears and stood straight.

“Right outside the door.”

The office doors began to rattle like it was the end of the world. Sam grabbed Jinx and pulled me to follow as he stepped inside the circle of Goofer dust. The three of us stared at the door as it shook harder. Jinx whined, and then barked.

“Just don’t move, alright?” Sam ordered. “Stay where you are.”

The door almost came off the hinges before stopping suddenly. We swallowed hard before turning to Evan.

“Do you still hear it?”

“No. Is it over?”

We looked at each other, and Evan whipped around to stare at a grate in the corner. I mumbled a string of curse words to myself, and Sam pushed Jinx into my arms. He slowly crouched and picked me up, placing me on his hip.

The grate burst off the wall, and the Goofer dust began to blow away.

“It’s here!” Evan shouted.

I looked and gasped.

“Ol?”

“I guess the glasses work.”

A huge, hairy, pitch black dog that looked more like a wolf moved closer. Red eyes and yellow fangs, and everything about it screamed death. Another one came out after it.

“Sammy.” I whined, clinging to him.

“Can’t you see it?” Evan whined.

“No! Stay inside the circle!” Sam ordered.

I tightened my grip on him. The dogs circled us, but it was like watching a silent movie. Jinx let out a howl. They clawed at the floor, gouging deeper than an inch in the wood. They stopped just outside the Goofer dust, glaring.

Sam huddled the three of us closer, trying to protect Evan while keeping me on in case we needed to bolt. I watched as the wind from the grate continued to eat at our circle.

“Come on, De.” Sam whispered.

The wind blew at our hair, and Jinx let out a loud whimper. I ducked my head into Sam’s neck and tensed up, ready to die.

“Circles broken, come on!” Sam shouted and took off, dragging Evan along with us.

Evan ducked into a storage room down the hall, and Sam slammed the door shut behind us. 

“Bug! Need a hand!”

I handed Jinx off to Evan and let out a growl, helping Sam hold the door shut. My head began to throb, and my fangs tore at my bottom lip. The hellhounds pushed hard, but Sam and I pushed back harder, both grunting.

The pounding stopped.

                                                             ***

“Demons lie all the time, right?” Sam repeated what we had told him so long ago when we were on the plane. “Maybe she was lying.”

“Come on. That really what you think?”

Sam looked down, and I looked away, shuffling closer to him.

“How could he do it?”

“He did it for you.”

“Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him… wherever he is right now. I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that… yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this.”

“How many people do you think Dad saved? Total.”

“That’s not the point, Sam.”

“Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That’s his legacy, Dean.”

“She’s right, man. We’re still here. We gotta keep going. For him.”

There was a long pause, and I turned back to Dean.

“De?”

He hummed in response.

“When you were trapping that demon, you weren't… I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?”

He stared straight ahead, then glanced out the window. Tears began to stream down my face and I turned to bury myself in Sam’s side as the radio began to blare. Sam only wrapped his arms tighter around me.

                                                             ***

Sam shut the bathroom door, and I heard the shower turn on.

“Dean.” I whispered.

“What is it, kid?” He didn’t look up from the TV.

“It wasn’t supposed to be Dad. I’m sorry.” I sat on the bed opposite of him and fiddled with my thumbs.

He turned the TV off and knelt down in front of me.

“What the hell does that mean, Olive?” He got closer to my face.

“I was supposed to make the deal. Dad did it instead. It’s my fault he’s gone, not yours. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you were gonna make a deal?”

“My soul. For your life. But Dad found out. And he did it instead.” I looked up with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Dean’s face conveyed an emotion I couldn’t describe. He looked like he wanted to kill me and smother me in kisses at the same time.

He put his hands on my knees and let out a shaky breath.

“Why would you even think about doing that?”

The tears began to flow freely. “I just wanted you to be happy. You loved Dad, more than Sam and I ever did. I just wanted you to be happy, Dean.”

His hands moved up to my cheeks and took another deep breath. “Olive Sam Winchester. If you think, even for a moment, that I would be happier with anybody than I am with you and Sam, you’re dead wrong.”

My lips quivered and I looked up, meeting his eyes through blurred vision.

“I’m sorry.”

He only shook his head and pulled me into a hug.

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