#sam winchester x oc

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Stupid Squeeze (2)

WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Semi-public sex. Dirty thoughts.  Oral sex. Size difference. Size kink. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Unsafe sex. Breeding kink.

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Baby was parked in the darkest spot behind the bar, nearly completely hidden.

If they managed to keep their little flower quiet, it would be easy to hide.

Sam glanced at her face, finding her wide-eyed and flustered.

"You can back away anytime, sweetheart," he assured her.

They would never force her into anything.

But she looked at him, shaking her head.

"I just... I've never done it in a car before," she confessed. "I never had the chance."

Dean chuckled, smirking to himself, and Sam let her go, so his brother could kiss her lips.

"Don't worry," he spoke softly. "We are very experienced."

That they were.

Finally, Lily nodded, and Dean smirked before picking her up, leaving Sam to be the one to unlock the door.

His brother lied her onto the seat, spreading her legs and placing himself right there.

Helen was gorgeous. Beautiful.

Her face was cherubic, her round cheeks nearly as attractive as her breasts.

She was full, at every little bit. Her hips, her chest, her cheeks...

Sam could see himself sinking his teeth onto her soft belly on his way to eating out her pussy very happily.

The moment Sam saw her, he'd gotten a hard-on. The curve of her hips, the way her fat ass looked in that tiny skirt.

He could have fucked her right there.

He was surprised when she pushed her fingers into Dean's hair, taking his mind off of his own thoughts.

"No," she whined. "No more teasing."

His brother lifted his hair, and though Sam couldn't see it, he could feel his confusion, and walked near them.

Lily sat up, pouting, growling.

"I believe I was promised some good fucking," she affirmed, at last.

Sam laughed, but she crossed her arms, pouting and he looked at Dean.

Well... she was right, wasn't she?

Dean chuckled, shaking his head and standing up.

"Alright," he stood up. "How do we do that?"

"The backseat can only fit one of us with her," Sam reminded him. "We'll have to take turns."

His brother glanced at him.

"Alright, there," he nodded. "Let me just-"

What now?

"Hey!" Sam interrupted him. "Who agreed you'd go first?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"House rules, Sammy. It's my car."

He scoffed. As if.

"It's our car," he corrected him. "You just happen to have a monopoly over the driving seat."

They had both been living in that car for their whole lives.

"Well, I'm the oldest," Dean decided. "And I go first."

"No," he shook his head. "That doesn't work like that."

As if he was going to let him take her first!

Dean scoffed, kicking his feet as if he was about to throw a tantrum.

"Dude, every time you go first you are too rough with them," he half whined. "You suck bruises all over them, you bite their tits, you squeeze their hips so hard you leave handprints!"

From the car, Lily whined, and Sam looked over to see her squirming, squeezing her legs together, very flushed.

Oh. Did she like that?

"It's not true," he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

It wasn't like he marked them... too much.

Dean was just too soft!

He would let any girl top him if he was to have his way!

"Dean-"

"Let's just Rock-Paper-Scissors," his brother decided. "Okay?"

Sam wanted to laugh. Asking for Rock-Paper-Scissors just meant loosing for him!

"Sure," he walked to him.

Sam hit his palm twice, thowing rock right as his brother threw scissors.

There.

His brother grimaced.

"Dammit," he grunted.

But he didn't even fight him.

"Fine," Dean crossed his arms. "Just go."

Wait. Really?

No best of three?

But Dean just sat on the driver's seat, and Sam didn't take any time before grabbing Lily.

"Sam," she whined, taking him from her thoughts.

He looked down at her, holding her by her hips, and pressed her chest against his.

Oh, those tits... he could mark those cheeks.

"Yes, sweet flower?"

She pouted.

"Are you going to mark me too?" she asked timidly.

Sam licked his lips, tempted, before restraining himself.

"Let me check if you're ready for me first," he changed the subject, unbuckling his pants.

It would be a little too hard to take off his pants inside.

Sam took his belt off, shoving it into the car, and guided her to the back seat.

But Lily looked at him with hunger, licking her pink lips.

But he knew just how to fuck in that backseat without much restraint.

If she wanted him to be rough, Sam would love to give it to her.

He tugged on his clothes, quickly revealing and freeing his cock, and her hands were very quick to come to take it.

"Oh," Lily spoke softly.

Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly.

"It's so big..."

"Turn around, sweetheart," he tilted her chin up. "Raise your ass for me, will you?"

Lily whined, but complied, and Sam sat back a little as she put her knees on the seat.

Fuck, her ass was so gorgeous. Round and so juicy.

He flipped her skirt, pushing it up, and her panties were buried between her ass cheeks.

"Oh no," he faux lamented. "Your panties are ruined!"

They were. Her juices had made the light fabric all transparent now.

He pulled them off, and shoved them into Dean's hand, knowing his brother enjoyed them quite a bit.

"I'll keep these," he decided.

Sam smirked.

Of course he would.

His brother had no shame, taking them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Wet pussy," Dean hissed, looking at her. "Delicious."

Lily whined, and Sam couldn't hold himself, slapping her ass right away.

"You like it, pretty thing?" he hummed. "Bring a drippy slut for us?"

She arched her ass to him.

"Please, Sammy," she shook her ass side to side. "Fuck me?"

His cock throbbed.

How could he say no?

Sam spread her ass to get a better look at her cunt, and took his cock in his free hand, teasing her folds with it.

Fuck, she was so fucking wet, just so slippery.

He pushed the head into her entrance, pushing in, and her cunt squeezed him right away.

The way Lily moaned should have been illegal.

Sam had no patience, just pushing and pushing, engulfed by her wet walls, until he was fully settled inside her.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He leaned over her, covering her whole body with his, and earn a silly moan.

"Sam," her head fell forward.

"Like this, my flower?" he pressed his lips to her ear. "Is this what your pussy needs?"

But before she could even answer, he pulled back and slammed himself all the way into her.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Yes, Sam!"

He growled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"Fucking look at you," he pulled back, slamming into her again. "So pathetic, getting fucked by a stranger in his car outside..."

She moaned, silly, her cunt squeezing around his cock already.

"Yes, Sam," she whined.

"You didn't even care that I pushed my cock into you all bare," Sam reminded her. "Don't even care we're not using protection. You really want to be dripping with cum, don't you?"

Lily gasped under him.

"Oh f-"

But he interrupted her, taking his fingers to her clit and rubbing on it hard.

"Fuuuck," she whined.

Her cunt fluttered around him.

"Stupid girl," he rubbed her. "Just a drippy slut for me."

He was going to leave her all stuffed for Dean.

"Maybe we'll even leave a little gift inside you," he teased her, smirking. "Everyone will know you're a knocked-up slut."

She moaned, and he could feel the heat on her neck, as if she was flushing. Her cunt, though, got wetter and tighter.

Oh, she liked that, hm?

"Sam," she whined.

He kissed her neck.

"Why don't you say it, baby girl," he taunted her. "Say you want to be a knocked-up slut."

Lily shook her head, moaning under him.

He clicked his tongue.

No, that, wouldn't do.

Sam took his fingers from her clit and pushed them into her hair, pulling her head back, making her look at him, and buried his cock inside her, not moving.

"Sam!" she yelped.

"If you don't want to be my drippy knocked-up whore, then I'll have to stop fucking you," he reminded her, mockingly. "My cock is bare inside you, I can't risk it, little flower."

Lily whined, squirming, trying to move her hips under him, but Sam was just holding her.

"You're so mean, Sammy," Dean chuckled.

He looked over at his brother, finding him watching them as his arm moved slowly, her panties buried in his nose.

"The poor girl," he lamented.

Sam laughed, shaking his head, angling her to look at him.

"Look at him," he commanded. "My brother is so sweet, little flower. He'd let you walk all over him. He would let you ride him just so he could bury his face in those tits."

Dean moaned, undoubtedly thinking of it.

"But I'm not my brother," he bit her earlobe. "I want to break you. Make you into a stupid little thing that needs cock to live, that needs MY cock to breathe."

She moaned, her cunt squeezing him more.

"Now tell me, my dumb little flower," he made her look at him. "What are you?"

She whined.

"I'm your dumb slut," Lily moaned.

Sam smirked.

"And...?"

She pouted.

"I want to be your knocked-up slut, Sam," she begged. "Please."

Sam couldn't help himself.

Well, she had asked, hadn't she?

He fucked her hard as fast, the sound of his lips slapping her ass echoing loudly.

"Sam!" she moaned, a little too loudly.

She whimpered around them.

"P-ease," Lily moaned.

They laughed together, and Sam closed his eyes at her squeeze.

Fuck, he was getting close already.

He wished he could stay in her forever.

But he had to be a good brother.

Dean deserved a turn.

Sam took his fingers down again, rubbing her clit as he used her.

"You're going to cum for me while I fill you up," he commanded.

She moaned, silly.

"You're gonna cum on a stranger's cock while he knocks you up," Sam laughed. "Look at you."

Lily's cunt squeezed him, fluttering, squeezing.

Sam pressed his fingers harder to her clit, and he closed his eyes when she came right away, drooling all over Dean's fingers and Sam's cock.

"There you go," his brother praised. "Good slut."

Sam groaned, pulling back from her chest, rising from his spot as much as he could and grabbing her hips, fucking her hard and deep.

He was going to paint her insides, fill her up so much his seed would have nowhere to go but into her womb.

He moaned as he released himself, stopping himself from collapsing on top of her, but holding himself back.

The moment his balls emptied inside her, he pulled out slowly to look at the display in front of him.

Fuck, her cunt was all used, swollen and flushed.

"Wish I had a fucking camera," he grunted. "Would keep a memory of the day we put a baby into you."

She whimpered, face down on the backseat, and Dean pulled on his shoulder.

"Hey, you have your fun," his brother grunted. "She is mine now."

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burning into my mind

sam winchester x female reader

rundown: reader forgets pjs, sexy sam saves the day

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word count: 3,759

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dean pulls into the parking lot just as slowly as her eyes open. every action shared between the three hunters feels - and probably looks - like it’s in slow motion. the hunt tonight was particularly rough, involving two witches who would not give up until they got what they wanted. and what they wanted was sam.

thankfully, he sits in the passenger seat of the impala and readjusts as he notices they’re all back at the motel. he slowly clambers out of the car, hearing a soft yawn slip past her lips. everyone’s limbs feel like they’re a thousand miles long, especially as they try to regain feeling in their legs to get out of the car. dean’s the first to grab his duffle bag from the trunk, sam following.

he grabs hers, too. without a word, the three of them saunter to the motel room door, thankful for the beds - no matter how uncomfortable they truly were.

dean drops onto one of the beds face-first, his jacket and jeans still on. his legs hang off the bed a little, as he’s not fully laying at the top of the bed. he lets out a large groan into the mattress. sam looks back at her as she closes and locks the door, smiling to herself at dean’s expression.

“hated that,” dean’s muffled voice whines.

sam’s eyes widen while he sits at the end of the other bed, taking his boots off. “dude,” he starts. “you weren’t the one being converted into some creepy witch cult.”

dean turns his head out from the mattress to glare at sam. “i walked into that creepy-ass building and lost my gun in two seconds to those bitches,” he complains.

sam’s mouth opens, offended that dean is even trying to win this battle. “dude!” he repeats. “witch cult! minutes away from being their little snack!”

“snack?” she ponders. both men turn to look at her. her head is propped up by her hand as she sits at the uncomfortable wooden table, and her eyes are closed. “you were gonna be their bitch boy, sammy,” she comments, half asleep.

dean lets out a one-note laugh, but she can tell he is mere seconds away from retaliating to sam to claim he’s right. she interrupts dean. “that doesn’t mean you win, dean. “bitch boy witch cult” beats “wah, i lost my gun because of magic”.”

she opens her eyes to see dean huff and stuff his face back into the mattress, and sam smiles over at her. she sends a wink his way, making him laugh with his body. she slowly sits up, stretching her body and cracking whatever joints she can.

“i’m gonna hit the hay,” she says. “i am ready for this day to be over.” dean’s hand fist pumps in the air in solidarity and quickly slaps back down onto the bed.

sam chuckles softly, “i’ll walk you to your room.”

she smiles, grabbing her duffle bag. “goodnight dean,” she says, and he only replies with a grunt. sam closes the door behind them, immediately taking her bag from her and carrying it himself.

“you don’t need to do that,” she says.

he looks down at her as they walk, the smooth concrete feeling cool on his sock-clad feet. “i know.”

her room is only three doors down from the boys, but her heart warm-up at sam’s chivalry. she unlocks the door, happy to feel the warm air of the room. sam rests the bag on the ground, awkwardly stuffing his hands in his pockets. he watches her intently as she ties up her hair, takes off her jacket, and improperly takes her boots off. he wants nothing more than to lay down in that bed beside her under the blanket she brought from home and to feel her body close against his.

she looks at him and smiles. “you okay, sammy?”

he comes to, shaking his head. “yeah. yeah, sorry. just, umm,” he pauses, trying to play his staring off the best he can. “just a long day. tired is all.”

she walks closer to him, and he thinks it’s just to be close to him, but she’s only picking her bag up off the floor. he kicks himself for thinking she was coming near him for him.

“i get that, sammy,” she says, placing her bag on the bed. “i’m sorry today’s hunt was so difficult. if you’re shaken up, you can talk to me about it,” she offers, turning her head to him and smiling. she begins going through her bag as he talks.

“i appreciate it,” he begins, “but you know i’m not one for spilling how i feel and making it everyone else’s problem.”

“you’re not making anything anyone’s problem,” she mutters without a second in between his words. “fuck,” she whispers, erratically digging through her bag.

“what’s wrong?” sam asks, hands still deep in his pockets, looking awkward as ever.

“just, ugh,” she mumbles, rubbing her hands over her face, exhaustion taking over her body. “i forgot pyjamas.” she instinctually cracks her knuckles, frustrated with herself.

sam frowns at her. “take a shower,” he says kindly. she looks at him oddly, as if he didn’t just hear her. “i have, uhm,” he mumbles. “just shower, i’ll find you something to wear.”

she smiles at him, rubbing her hands over her face again. she sighs, and there’s silence in the room. he notices that she’s trying to collect herself, trying not to blow up. she’s exhausted, he can see it in the way she’s keeping her shoulders up. he swears, if he could, he would wrap her up in his arms, put on her favourite movie, and let her bitch about the day. he knows he can’t - they’re close, but not that close - but oh god, does he want to.

he shakes his head to be-rid his trance. “shower, please. and lock this door. i’ll be back over in, let’s say, twenty, yeah?”

she nods and walks over slowly to the door to lock it when he leaves. he opens the door, and she watches as he ducks through it, eliciting butterflies in her that she tries to ignore. she locks the door and continues to watch him through the window, unable to stop. she breathes in deeply and decides to shower, while sam is in his and dean’s room, searching through his duffle bag.

“what are you looking for?” dean asks. he rests against the headboard on the bed closest to the door, his legs crossed, and the tv remote in hand.

“uh,” sam starts, pinching his eyes together. “pjs, any sort of pjs.”

dean’s face contorts out of pure confusion. “context is cool.” sam stops digging through his bag when he finds a grey henley, a green zip-up, and a pair of black briefs. when he doesn’t answer his brother, dean continues. “the fuck are you doing, sammy? planning to go for a polar dip or something?”

“oh, uhm, no. she - she forgot pyjamas,” sam says shyly.

dean smirks, preparing to tease his brother for all eternity. “did she forget pyjamas, or did she “forget pyjamas”?” he asks, air quoting.

sam wads up his underwear and chucks it at dean, who lets out a merciless “ew!”

“who purposefully forgets pyjamas, dean?” sam asks sternly.

dean shrugs. “dunno, never forgotten my pyjamas before.”

sam rolls his eyes.

“but,” dean continues. “i have also never been in love with my roommate and hunting partner for years on end.”

sam whips his head around to dean, disregarding his neat folding that he’s doing. “dean, i told you not to fuck around with me about that.”

dean’s hands go up in defence. “i’m not fucking around with you, sammy. that chick,” he whistles, “has the H-O-T-S for you, man.”

sam rubs his neck. “dean,” he sighs, his eyebrows turning upwards in sadness. “she doesn’t like me like that. i know you think she does, but she doesn’t. if you had walked her to her room-“

“which wasn’t totally necessary.”

sam sighs again, flipping dean off then continuing, “she would’ve asked you for pjs too. so, can we please drop this so i can go and give that exhausted and adorable girl in the next room over some of my clothes so i can have the most confusing and irrational dreams ever tonight?!”

dean looks stunned at sam’s outburst, but ultimately chucks him a thumbs up. “go for it, kiddo.”

sam puffs his chest out, retrieving the thrown underwear from dean, and gathering the rest of the clothes. he checks his watch to make sure he’s on time, and of course, he is, so he shuts the door on his laughing brother and heads back down to her room.

he knocks lightly on her door, hoping she’s not in the shower and overthinking that something terrifying awaits her on the other side of the door.

she answers quickly, the motel room towel wrapped tightly around her. she smiles at sam, a small blush painted onto her face. she ushers him in, and he quickly sits on the foot of the bed.

“i, uh,” he stammers. “here. a hoodie, a long sleeve, and boxers. i don’t know if you need it all, or even want it all, but i couldn’t have you sleeping in those gnarly clothes, or be in here, and cold, and vulnerable, and-“

she sits next to him and wraps her arms around his chest, giving him a large hug. sam feels himself freeze, unsure if it was really happening.

“thank you, sammy,” she says, noticing he felt uncomfortable, and pulling away from him. her heart sinks, but she tries to convince herself it was just because she was still a little wet from the shower. he looks at her, and it takes everything in him not to melt from her sweet eyes. he hands her the clothes, and she heads to the bathroom to get changed.

“dumbass,” she says to the mirror, letting the towel drop as she changes into his clothes. she can’t believe she’s slipping on that worn-in grey henley and stepping into his boxers. she gently pushes her arms through the sleeves of the hoodie, half zipping it up, and staring at herself in the mirror for a little longer than she should’ve. the bright led lighting in the old, smoke-stained bathroom drowns out the blemishes on her face and the rosy blush on her cheeks. she brings the sweater up to her nose and takes a deep breath, smelling sam and only sam. she smiles to herself, but feels awkward and dumb for thinking this is anything more than borrowing a friend’s clothes. she sighs and shakes more of the water out of her hair with the towel before shutting the light off and leaving the bathroom.

sam sits in the same spot she left him, but now he’s flipping through the television channels.

“hey,” she says, and his head spins quickly to look at her. they smile at each other, blushes painting pink across their cheeks.

“hi,” sam whispers back. “you look, uhm,” he clears his throat. “comfy. you look comfy.”

“i am,” she whispers back. “thank you again, sammy.”

sam nods and pats the bed next to her so she can sit. she sits next to him then lets her body fall back onto the bed. her tops shrink up her body a bit, enough for sam to notice the skin of her tummy. it looks soft, smooth, and warm, and it’s taking a lot of self-control for sam not to reach out and touch it. her eyes are closed, so sam feels less creepy for staring at her. he smiles to himself, his chin resting against his shoulder as he looks back at the exhausted girls he longs to call his. she’s breathing deeply, trying to relax her body. he’s watched her do this a dozen times, but never in his clothes. his mind is racing - thoughts of how cute she looks in his clothes to how nice it would be to take them off of her. he clears his throat once more and readjusts.

she reaches her hand out to sam’s bicep, holding tight to pull herself back up. he swears he has goosebumps, so he’s glad he has a sweater on.

“d’you wanna watch a movie?” she asks, sitting upright again. “i know today was really long, so i get it if you don’t but, i dunno,” she mutters, playing with her fingers.

he nudges his body gently against hers. “what’s wrong?”

she sighs, looking up at him, then back down to her hands. she shrugs. “don’t know,” she whispers. sam bends down lower to hear her better, and she feels her heart beat faster. “came close to not comin’ home with you, bitch boy,” she says, trying to make the sentiment as lighthearted as possible.

sam huffs out a small laugh. “yeah, it was a close one today.” sam sees her nodding, and he can smell the remorse coming off of her. “but,” he continues, and she looks up at him again. he feels butterflies in his stomach when she holds eye contact this time. “i’m here, you’re here, de’s here. we’re gonna watch a movie, chill out, and we’ll just try to move past this, okay?”

she smiles at him, nudging him back. “thank you, sammy,” she replies. they stare at each other for a moment before she looks away, nervous the blush on her cheeks would intimidate him. “this is comfy,” she says, gesturing to her outfit.

sam smiles. “you look really cute.” he comments, immediately regretting it until his unprovoked words are followed by an adorable, girly giggle.

this feeling - the closeness, the looming scent of sam, the fictitiousness of it all - it’s a lot for both of them. both of their heads are spinning, drunk on fervour and starved of touch. their hearts are rhythmically beating to the sound of imagined love, lust, and connection; but, there’s some sort of dense, unbreakable wall that’s holding either of them back from blurting out what they’re feeling.

the sheer density of that wall creates a weight of awkwardness that is heavy on both of their chests, and their minds are scrambling to overcome it.

she scoots closer to sam, desperate to shake off that feeling. once again, her hands find his bicep, and she wraps her arms around it. she rests her head on his shoulder, letting her body depend on his to stay upright.

sam is convinced his heart has stopped, that this is somehow a lucid dream. he can’t let her initiate this closeness and not reciprocate it again, so takes his opposing hand and rubs her head. he takes it a step further as he hallucinates dean’s voice in his head telling him to “man up and show that girl you love her!” he kisses the top of her head, lingering for a second, before whispering, “everything’s okay. we’re all here. no one’s hurt. you’re safe.” her arms tighten around him at his sweet words and gestures, and she snuggles impossibly closer. he kisses the top of her head again, letting her know he’s still there. “uhm, if you lemme shower, i’ll smell a hundred times better. then we can watch a movie, yeah?” she nods against his arm. “i’ll be super quick.”

she lets go apprehensively, pulling away to see sam smiling down at her. sweet sam, the protector of all. “thank you, sammy.”

he nods, too. “find a movie, please. i’m gonna go, but i’ll be back as quick as possible.”

“take your time,” she says, aware that if she didn’t reply, he’d ramble his way out of the room.

he stands up, walking towards the door. “lock this,” he says before ducking again and leaving.

it all happened very quickly for sam, and as he walks back to his and dean’s room, he’s afraid he’s messed up again. he tries to move as quickly as he can as to not leave her waiting for long.

when he swoops through the door, dean becomes guarded, asking sam what’s wrong.

“nothing,” sam says, going through his bag one more time to grab his shower supplies and actual pyjamas.

“what’d you do to her, man?” dean asks, sipping his beer.

“nothing!” sam replies, looking up at dean, his hands full. “i didn’t do anything, de. i need to shower and get back to her, okay? so shut up and keep watching your shitty western movie.”

“hey!” dean yells defensively. “don’t take your shitty pick-up game out on my cowboys!”

“it’s not shitty!” sam yells back from the shower.

he can’t remember the last time he felt so rushed in the shower, but, he feels elated at the same time, so any anxiety he’s feeling from being rushed is immediately counteracted.

within minutes, he’s out of the shower, drying off, and changes into blue flannel pyjamas, black boxers, and a large, oversized black long sleeve. he comes out of the bathroom as fast as he went in. he sits on the foot of his bed, putting on socks that he found in his bag and roughly slipping his feet into his black chuck taylor’s. they slam onto the brown carpeted floor as he wiggles his feet into them.

“remember earlier when i told you politely to not bring up the whole “unrequited love” thing?” sam asks, as he stands up.

“uh huh,” dean mumbles.

“can you do me a favour and bring it up right now? i don’t know if i’m overthinking right now, but you’re like, my automatic wingman, so you need to help me out.”

dean smiles, taking another swig of beer before looking at his dishevelled brother. “i promise you,” dean starts, “that girl is in love with you. from bro to bro, i want you happy, and i know she’s into you. wingman to a rookie?”

sam scoffs.

“i’m not setting you up for failure, sammy,” dean finishes. “i’m serious.”

sam sighs happily, smiling down at his shoes. “i’m gonna go back.”

“thatt’a boy!” dean cheers, and sam hushes him.

“i’ve got my key,” sam says. “so, don’t, like, shoot me when i come back tonight.”

“if,” dean winks.

sam rolls his eyes and leaves his room, briskly walking back to hers. he knocks on the door again, and he swears he feels some kind of deja vu.

she answers the door quickly, smiling at sam. “i haven’t decided on a movie yet.”

sam smiles too. “well let me in, and we’ll pick one out.”

they stand awkwardly near the bed before she asks, “do you, uhm,” she sighs. “d’you wanna sit together again?” her voice is meek, a tone sam often doesn’t hear from her.

he nods, scared that if he speaks, his voice will crack. he sits against the headboard, extending his legs down the bed. she does the same, making sure her blanket from home is spread out over both of them. there’s a significant gap between them as sam surfs through the channels for a movie.

“”she’s the man,” “the big stampede”,” sam lists.

she chuckles. “i bet dean’s watching that one.”

sam smiles and looks at her. “can confirm.”

she laughs again. “did you make sure to tease him about it?”

sam nods slyly, eliciting another giggle from her.

“well,” he mumbles, tired of flicking through the channels. “what do you wanna watch?”

she shrugs. “you could put on “the big stampede” for all i care.” her voice is quiet when she adds, “just wanna be here.”

sam’s smile widens, and his dimples are carved deep into his cheeks. he’s brave again and pulls her head gently toward him so he can lay another kiss there. “here,” he suggests. “come closer and get comfy.”

a deep blush fades onto her face once more, and she begins to play with the sleeves on the green zip-up sam loaned her. her lack of eye contact feeds the fire in sam’s stomach, and instead of waiting for her to do something, he wraps his large hands around her boxer-clad hips and slides her closer. he tucks her into his chest, and she immediately melts into him, burying her face into his chest. he continues to kiss her head, becoming more and more comical about it until she laughs at it. her hand makes its way around his neck, bringing them closer together and encouraging sam to trail his kisses down her face. she keeps laughing, so sam continues, hoping that his brother didn’t lead him astray. everything about this moment feels as natural as it is terrifying for both of them.

“sam,” she giggles out. he keeps kissing her face. “sam!”

he pulls away instantly, at least, as much as he can with her hand still playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. her eyes meet his.

“i need to tell you something,” she says, trying to adjust her body so she feels more serious.

sam nods. “me too.” he licks his lips, and he feels his anxiety spreading to his toes.

“i, uhm,” she says, looking at his lips and back up to his eyes. “i’m in love with you,” she whispers.

sam’s eyes widen, and he can feel his cheeks heating up. he adjusts her again, holding her hips and dragging her into his lap. she clings to his body like she’ll lose him if she lets go.

“not in the friend way, right?” he asks, using his fingers to make sure she looks at him in his eyes. her head shakes, and she bites her lip. sam smiles. “i’m in love with you, too. and not in the friend way either.”

she smiles and tucks her head into his neck as he wraps his arms around her. she presses small kisses on his neck, and he does the same to her.

"thank you, sammy," she whispers against his neck. he nods. "i was so scared today."

he gently shushes her, rubbing his hand up and down her back. "i know, but i'm here. we're both here, and we're in love."

she pulls back from his neck, and he admires his clothes on her again. "in love."

he nods once more before placing his hand on her cheek. "can i kiss you?"

she smiles, nodding excitedly before leaning in to kiss him, something she's fantasized about for years.

"in love," she whispers against his lips.

he chuckles, finding the repetition adorable and comforting. "in love."

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[lailawinchesterr]

stay, sam winchester

demon!reader x sam

summary: 4 x 10, demon!reader can’t have what she wants, not at the expense of sam’s happiness.

warnings; dean hating you, angst angst angst.

"i remember what it feels like, you know." ruby and i are waiting outside the demon proof panic room while the boys figure out a plan. she holds up a book and starts examining it. 

"remember what?" i found ruby three months ago, you know, with the hit list from hell and all that, but instead of turning her in, i wanted to help them. 

sam wasn't too keen at first, that much was apparent as he tried to exorcise me before i could say hi. he's powerful, it was one hell of a spell and it knocked me out for a few minutes. sam and dean aren't what hell keep whispering they are, they're not otherworldly creatures, they're human. they're the purest parts of humans we demons envy; hope, faith, and a little bit of lust. 

dean, although made me his enemy, is nothing but kind and sweet. he thinks of others before himself, and throws his own body into the line of fire before thinking of letting the other get scraped. it's noble, incredibly stupid, but noble nonetheless. that didn't matter when he saw me though, with him fresh out of hell, his presence triggered me and my eyes darkened. it didn't take him all of three seconds to press the demon blade into my throat. the damn winchesters and their 'kill now, ask later' attitude.

i like helping them, it makes me feel like i'm doing something worth it, like they're worth fighting for. they're certainly worth more than lucifer, why would i follow him?

i take a deep breath and let out the words i've been holding inside, maybe this will calm me down, "i remember when i was human." it catches her attention too quickly that she almost strains herself putting down her book to focus with my words.

"you do? what do you remember?" sam told me ruby started helping them from the good of her own heart, remembering right from wrong and that killing innocent people like alastair had taught us, was in fact not right. 

i wasn't like that, though. at first i just wanted to know why ruby was doing what she was doing, then it turned into a mind game. i couldn't tell whether what i was doing was right. i am a demon, i am evil and i'm supposed to be this violent creature yet here i am, sitting next to another demon so we could help the biggest known fugitives in hell, the winchesters.

she calls my name softly and i take a breath looking up at her, "what do you remember?"

"i'm not sure. it's just this overwhelming feeling of guilt. i feel like helping the boys has brought out more of my human memories than i thought possible, i remember the ache i felt when i didn't know right from wrong, and when i didn't believe or have faith, and i remember all the confusion and anxiety in my life. it's like my life is playing out in a movie in the back of my head and all i can do is let it while i drink up the negative emotions."

i don't think ruby expected that, because she's sitting there stunned and i think i may have just freaked her out. i'm a demon, i know that, but this whole 'nice' thing is new to me and she's been my only guide along with sam, i don't want to make her hate me. 

letting it all out wasn't as gratifying as i thought it would be, i am still the evil i thought i was before, it didn't change anything except that now one other person knows the hell i'm being dragged through, as if i didn't see it enough times.

she mutters my name but we're quickly interrupted by the winchesters and anna's entrance, "i have a plan." when do you not, sam winchester.

"let's hear it!" i say, smiling. he looks at me for a second and smiles back before we both notice his brother, moving towards me. "listen, dean," his glare ever so prominent and his hand on the demon knife in his pocket, "i only let you tackle me the first time because sammy matters to me, i've heard the stories about the great dean winchester, and i gotta say, not impressed."

he raises an eyebrow, quickly looking over at sam, "'sammy' huh?" the younger hunter shrugs. i don't get the big deal, i like the nickname, he doesn't mind being called it. 

"i've killed enough demons to know that i can kill you, no problem at all, no matter how much sam likes you." i laugh, takes a step back, two, three and just before i'm about to launch at that smug face of his, sam holds me in place, in the air. 

"sam let me go! he literally just said he'd kill me." i struggle for a few seconds before deciding it's futile to get out of his grip without magic so i just lean on him, my head down. 

this is so fucking humiliating, i'm a damn demon, i can kill him no problem. "i'm sorry." my eyes roll, my arms are crossed and i am so far from being sorry and he knows it.

"aren't you the ever so obedient bitch." sam's arms are on my shoulders again and he growls a low 'dean'.

one of sam's hands is on my hair, stroking it slowly, the other falling on my shoulder and he's closer than he's ever been. it makes me feel so fucking trusted, unlike what dean just did, that it calms me enough to not give a fuck what he says.

dean falls into the couch next to ruby, a hand on her shoulder he explains the plan. he is so fucking joking. so i'm a bitch but she's the love of his life?

"one of you will summon alastair, get him here. we'll bring the angels and let them fight it out. anna can snatch her grace from uriel while he's occupied. questions? concerns? awesome." i roll my eyes and face sam, slightly disappointed his hands leave my hair and fall back to his side.

"what makes you think they'll let us live after that?"

it seems like they didn't think this part through because all i get is a weak, "they care about dean, they won't kill us."

ruby snorts and voices the words stuck in my throat, "wont kill you."

i half sit on the table and sam takes it as an opportunity to move closer to me, forcing me to part my legs so he's slightly between them and i look up at him, "nothing will happen to you." i can feel dean squirming all the way across the room so, for his sake, i step back and all 6' 4 of sam falters slightly. its almost like he can't control his own movement but it only happens for a moment before he looks over at ruby, "both of you. we'll protect you, like we always have."

i don't mention that just a few seconds ago i was threatened by the very same man's hands i'm supposed to put my life in. ruby shakes her head and leaves, announcing she'll be back at midnight to do her part while glaring at me as if challenging me to fight. 

i don't want to. i'm tired of fighting. in her absence, dean's hand in lays on the couch's back and it makes me look at him in a way i never have before. him being so layed out reminds me of everything i did back in hell, the torture. i could find sixty ways to turn his body into a cloth and make it hurt. i could kill him so slowly, but this time without any hope of a deal. i could do so much damage. 

"hey!" i finally snap back when sam yells my name and i stumble back. i've never thought like that, not since i started helping them. "hey, why'd your eyes turn? what's wrong?" i shake my head and excuse myself hastily walking out. 

it doesn't take a few minutes in my '95 ford before sam runs out calling my name. "get out, now." i sigh and get out of the car, leaning on my side. "what was that? you've never done that before, neither has ruby."

i scoff at the mention of her. she's a great person, don't get me wrong, but she's is definitely not a demon. i ignore him, opting for lighting a cigarette since we'll be here a while. that idea is quickly shut down when he snatches the packet from me and i roll my eyes at his expectant ones. 

"what do you want me to say, sam? ruby's not like me, she's been in a human body more than she's been in hell, she hardly qualifies as demon."

"what? and you do?" his desperate words, his blue-green eyes staring at mine, him moving closer to me, it all feels too warm. so so so warm.

"yes, sam."

"no! you're not—"

"i'm not what? a demon? i'm not evil? i'm not here to instil fear and violence into your heart? because i am! you can't keep pretending i'm not, you can't say otherwise." one step closer and i'm pinned against my car, his hands on my waist. 

"you're a demon, sure, but you're not evil, sweetheart. unlike every damn demon i've ever met, you're trying." he's right. and wrong. and he's everything else between hot and cold, like my skin is with his bare hands on it since he lifted the hem of my shirt up to place his hands there. 

his head dips down ever so slightly but it's enough for me to look down, breaking his gaze and the spell he was under. "damn it," he mutters, head falling onto mine. "why do you do this?"

he moves away, hands still holding me and i shake my head in question, still feeling too warm to talk, "why do you keep pushing me away? i'm not scared or mad at you, what are you so afraid of that we can never have a conversation before you look or walk the other way?"

"it's just..." deans face, every single time i think about kissing sam, about exploring what this is, dean's face makes an appearance in my mind. demon blade to my neck, his disappointed gaze to his brother, the fight he'll pick with sam. 

all those things are too fucking scary for me to ever let anything happen. i can't die yet, i want to help them first, i need to feel like i did something or else this was all for nothing. 

"what? what is it?" 

"sam, it's wrong..." i put my flat palm onto his chest, pushing away slightly so i can make an escape for it. "i won't do something that'll come between you and your brother, or something that'll cost you your fair thinking or," worst of fucking all, "something that you'll regret and chalk up as lust in the end. i can't do that to you." 

i don't give him time to respond, though i don't think he would have. i step into my car and drive off. for now, the winchesters don't need me, they have ruby, i'll be there when they need me next.

if i'm not dragged into the pit, i will come back.

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[daffodil-mania]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Sam Winchester x fem!Reader. Hurt/comfort, fluff. This fic includes swearing and graphic descriptions of violence.

Author’s notes: This is my first fic; please be gentle (or don’t; up to you). I started this at like,,,, 5AM a week ago and have been slowly chipping away at it ever since. For context this takes place sometime between S1 and S2, although the time honestly does not matter at all. Might write more fics; might not. Who knows? Anyways, enjoy!

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It always starts the same way.

He always flops down onto the motel bed, sighing deeply and closing his eyes as his limbs stretch out over the mattress. He inhales, burying his face in the pillow that your scent still clings to, hiding a small smile as he does. The shower’s on and he debates sneaking in and joining you. He rolls over, pondering. He stays like that for a few seconds, arms folded behind his head when he feels it.

Drip.

Something wet falls on the side of his nose. His brow wrinkles in confusion as it slowly slides down over his cheekbone towards his hair. Without opening his eyes, he wipes it away. It was raining pretty hard earlier; he can tell the ceiling has been cheaply and improperly repaired several times. They’re always shitty and damaged in places like this, no wonder it leaks…

Drip.

This time a droplet lands on his right eyelid. His frown deepens as he wipes it off and opens his eyes to look at his fingers. It takes his brain a second to process what he’s seeing.

His stomach sinks. He whips his head up to the ceiling as bile rises in his throat. And there you are. It seems you never even made it into the shower; you’re still in your clothes from earlier. Jeans and a white tee shirt. Your hair is spread around your head like a halo. Your mouth is open, your expression one of fixed horror. You’re looking right at him but you don’t see him, your gaze a million miles away, comprehending something too horrible for words. As he registers the weeping red gash over your womb, your eyes snap to his and he knows you see him now. He’s right there. So close. You start to mouth his name when you erupt in flames. His shouts merge with your sobbing shrieks. All he can do is sit and watch helplessly as you burn. The stench of smoke and smoldering flesh starts to fill his lungs, choking him. And then someone grips him tight, maybe Dean, calling for him to wake up, wake up—

And he does. But it’s not Dean holding him; it’s you. Sam gapes at you, panting hard as sweat and tears roll down his face. You’re saying something but he doesn’t hear it. He surges forward and wraps his arms around you in an attempt to calm his panicked mind and assure himself that you’re real. You’re here and you’re safe and—

“—Sam, baby, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re okay, we’re safe, honey, we’re safe, Sam please look at me—” He manages to peel himself out of your embrace, his eyes taking in every inch of your perfect, unharmed face. Your scared eyes are wet with worried tears, brow knitted in concern. One of his hands comes up to cup the side of your face and you eagerly press a comparatively tiny one of your own against it, holding it in place. “You’re okay,” he exhales. You nod. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He bobs his head in a nod and wraps his arms around you again. Your arms instantly go around him, one over his shoulders to cradle his head and one across his back. You start to stroke his back as he relaxes, nuzzling his wet face into your neck.

You break the silence by asking if he wants to talk about his dream. Sam murmurs his dissent into your neck. You nod again. “Okay. Okay, that’s fine. What do you need right now?” You inquire quietly. “Jus’ need this.” He responds, his voice laden with sleep and sadness. His mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. He wishes desperately that he could talk to you about his dream but he just can’t. Maybe one day… but not now. He isn’t strong enough now to tell you how paranoid the dreams make him. How guilty. Because you’ve replaced Jessica on that ceiling and while he loves you a part of him still can’t let her go. And the anger… the hopelessness… it’s almost too much for him.

But the safety he feels in your arms makes those feelings vanish almost as quickly as they come… almost. He’s calmed down significantly but there’s still that gnawing anxious feeling in his gut. Sam pushes against it, willing it to go away, and wishes that the two of you could stay like this forever; tangled together between soft sheets and even softer I love yous. He doesn’t have to think when the two of you are like this; he can just let go for a minute. Well, except for you, of course. He won’t ever let you go.

He pulls you closer against him somehow and you let out an “oof” in feigned protest. You maneuver the two of you around a bit so that you’re both on your sides, his toned stomach pressed against your soft belly, legs comfortably intertwined. You wrap your arms around him and now its Sam’s turn to rest his chin on the top of your head. He wraps his arms around you; one snakes up and around your back so that his hand rests on your shoulder blade, the other is slung around your waist. A few minutes pass quietly in the darkness before you tilt your head back to look up at him. “Feeling better?” He nods, and cranes his neck so that he can gently press a kiss to your lips. A lump begins to form in his throat when you kiss him back, blocking all of the words he wants to stay from bubbling up and out of his mouth. So instead, you speak for him. “I love you, too.” You whisper softly. He presses your foreheads together, closing his eyes gently as he does. You rub soothing circles into his back and that coupled with the exhaustion that now rests heavily on him starts to drag him into a (hopefully) peaceful slumber.

As he starts to fade out of consciousness he can vaguely make out the sound of you humming. He forces himself to focus for a second and recognizes the tune; it’s A Mamas & The Papas song that you told him your mother used to sing to you as a lullaby. You’ve hummed it to him a few times before on nights like these. Satisfied, he relaxes, and falls into a mercifully dreamless sleep.

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Author’s notes: Attached is the version of the song I referenced/borrowed the fic name from. I always found it slightly creepy when I was younger (and still kind of do, tbh). Check it out :)

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[bellamybellamyblake]

When the Sun Sets - Part 3

In-Between

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, alastair

Summary:

the winchesters after the death of the middle child. oh, and hell.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, vague mention of not eating for a while, slightly suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 8, following canon stops after the end of season 2, but things are definitely going to be mentioned.

Word Count:

2.1k ~ roughly

A/N:

ahhh this one, i love this one. trigger warning for torture. POV switches a few times.

italics = flashback.

dean: 28, morgan: 27, sam: 24

It was all too much.

"I'm not gonna let you go to Hell, Mo!" Sam, the middle Winchester, said as his tears betrayed him.

Morgan wouldn't let them save her. She didn't even let them try. After what felt like a lifetime of them protecting her, she wouldn't accept any more of it. Sam and Dean Winchester used every outlet, read every book they could find twice and called every hunter they knew to find some way to get her out of this with no luck. Their last ditch effort, was doomed to end just end the way they dreaded the most; with the middle child being scratched and ripped to shreds by hellhounds.

She made a deal with the devil. Now her fate was sealed.

“Yes, you are.”

One shot.

The old grandfather clock struck midnight and marked the close of a year, bringing the siblings to silence. It was an earthquake confined to the small room and Dean wasn't positive, but he thought he could see the sound waves as they pulsed and thumped. He could feel them in his bones, leaving them shattered in their wake. He felt his stomach rise up to his throat at the pang. He couldn't control the way his heart started to pound, like it would explode out of his chest.

The demon was next to his sister, and expressed her sympathies, but Morgan couldn't peel her eyelids up to look at her. Eyes the color of the sky had filled with tears, sticking to her lashes. He knew that if she blinked, they'd fall, and the fallacy she'd created - that this case was just a run-of-the-mill salt and burn - would be destroyed.

Then, when she flinched without warning, he knew she was hearing them. Fatal and hungry. Her voice broke through the tauntingly ominous quiet, and somehow it's worse than the damn clock.

“Hellhounds.”

Another one.

Morgan's voice was familiar to her brothers, but it was deeper than usual. Full of gravel, and it lacked the authority it usually held. It was hollow and horse and full of fear, something Sam and Dean didn't want to hear from their sister again. Sam's face was nearly a replica when he spoke, asking how she could hear it, and where it was coming from.

Then they were running. Doing everything they could to get her away from the dogs that wanted to pull her soul from her body piece by piece, atom by atom, back to Hell with them for eternal damnation. They made it into a small office, Sam, Ruby and Morgan holding the door shut, keeping the hounds out while Dean put a barrier line on the floor and windows so they couldn't get in right away. It was a futile effort, maybe it would buy them a few seconds, but it wasn't fucking enough.

The bourbon slid down his throat, smooth and warm, a burn that matched the sting in his eyes. The tears threatened to fall as he let out a shaky exhale and tried to breathe past the tightening in his throat. No matter what he did, no matter how much he drank, nothing would free him from the memory. He knew it wasn't going away, but he was determined to keep at it until he couldn't remember his sister's name anymore.

Morgan's screams echoed through their ears, pulsing and tearing at them again and again until it hurts their own vocal cords. They stared, not making a sound, just watching their sister get torn apart until she couldn't breathe. Until they couldn't breathe. Dean thought that, maybe in some corner of reality, Sam was saying something but his pleas continue to go ignored. Dean could only sit with his knees to the floor - and not just because Lilith wasn't letting him move.

Her blood was everywhere; the floor, the walls, some on his legs. The clatter of a knife hitting the floor went unnoticed. The youngest Winchester's cries as he held the motionless body didn't exist.

There was nothing except the ringing in Dean's ears.

There was nothing but a body that was getting cold and he couldn't tell if it was Morgan's or his.

Who the hell cares how long ago it was? There were some things time couldn't heal. And even Dean couldn’t deny that the past was harder to deal with when the sun sets.

The bartender gave him an incredulous gaze as he motioned for more, it was a look that told him he was probably close to finishing the bottle. A look he had been getting a lot lately. He wanted to retort rudely but even the alcohol couldn't weaken his exceptional ability to keep his mouth shut.

A brush of red hair suddenly entered his peripheral vision. He turned to see a woman, probably twenty-nine or thirty, definitely not much older or younger than him. She wore a sleeveless red flannel tied up at her ribs, denim shorts with the pockets sticking out at the front that barely left anything to the imagination, a light brown cowboy hat with matching boots and a belt. Practically every other redneck chick ever, Dean thought, but I'm not complaining.

Dean sat a bit confused for a moment when the girl didn't say anything. She just stood there, right next to him, too close - in an under-crowded bar no less - to pretend she didn't have any intentions. He guessed that the blonde was trying to put together a coherent pick-up line before she spoke. When she finally decided to talk, her words were kind of slurred together and very accented, but not too much where the eldest Winchester was worried about taking advantage. If anything, he rationalized, I'm drunker. He practically grew up drinking, given his family, and learned how to handle booze early on.

"What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this?"

"It took you two 'n a half minutes to come up with that? What are you? A guy?"

"Hey," She chuckled. "Gimme a break, been drinkin' a bit."

Dean eyed her up and down a second time, making it blatantly obvious he was checking her out. He hummed and nodded, silently giving the girl his approval. "Clearly."

The woman wasn't really clean, with dirt under her chipped finger nails that suggested she didn't ever wash her hands. There was a sheen of soot all over her exposed skin. Which there was a lot of, but again, he was not complaining. She kind of looked gross if Dean had anything to say about it. But she had a nice enough face and she was his type on paper: skinny with an ass, curly hair.

Plus, it wasn't like he hadn't gone a week without showering before. And come to think of it, that had become way less rare over the past few months.

So who was he to judge?

Sam Winchester used to give his siblings a hard time for how much they drank. But honestly? He got it now. As he had his mouth to Ruby's wrist, guzzling down her blood for the fourth time that night, he wondered why he didn't try it sooner. Well, he knew why. Because the thought of ingesting demon blood was foreign to just about everyone. It made him feel alive, helped him forget. Or it at least distracted him enough to the point where couldn't even begin to think about it. Kept his ass from bouncing off the walls when thinking about his sister or the last time he saw Dean became too much. 

He hadn't seen Dean in months, and he almost didn't want to. The two of them were so far removed from each other that by that point, he didn't know how to break the ice. He didn't know if Dean even wanted him to.

He was stuck, picturing Morgan tied up, being tortured, because of him. Because she just had to go and save him. There was nothing he could do about it anymore. There was no getting her out of Hell. He had already tried to make a deal, and he didn't even have to wonder if Dean did too. There was nothing the Winchester brothers wouldn't do for their sister. But the sheer fact that there wasn't anything left for them to try was enough to keep him locked in that fucked up cycle with Ruby.

Hook up with her, drink her blood, kill some demons, increase his skill, repeat.

What else could he do?

Morgan Winchester was dead. She didn't know exactly for how many Earth years, but in Hell time, it'd been six thousand.

The first forty years were doable, being strung up on the rack was doable. The whips, her fingernail's being torn off, the knives slowly cutting away at her. She could handle it. She could even handle the psychological torture, having her hallucinate her siblings and parents, coming in and telling her what they truly thought of her. All things she had already known, and had already believed. But it was when they upped the anti, that she started to crack. It was when demons started doing all of that and more as her family. When they stopped using tools and started using their hands, she had truly begun to break. There was another fifteen years of that.

And when she finally gave up, it had become her job to do it to someone else.

Alastair was a damn good teacher, she had to give it to him. He had been the one to torture her, and he basked in the glory of turning a Winchester into a demon. It took about three thousand more Hell years, but she finally finished the program. Two thousand tortured souls under her belt to her teacher's satisfaction.

Demons started torturing to avoid being tortured themselves. They were the result of going to Hell and having all humanity burned out of their human soul. They were dark, malicious spirits that reveled in pain, chaos and death. Ruby had told Morgan that most demons forgot what it meant to be human. Some even forget that they were humans in the first place. She had learned some demons were true believers, though, in Hell's purpose. To cleanse. And they truly believed themselves morally superior to humans.

But after another thousand years, she started having fun.

She had only wished that by the time she was down there and playing her latest game on the next soul, she could've gotten the chance to torture her father. Get her grimy hands on his skin and tear it off of him cell by cell. Then she heard Sam was down there, too, and she would've been upset, had she not known he was locked up in the cage with Lucifer. She knew she was good at her job, but compared Lucifer and Michael? Even as a demon, her ego hadn't grown that big.

And then she got to pick her own name, and all bets were off.

On Earth, Adriadne had never seen a demon's true form. Now down in the pit, where they roamed freely and carelessly, she didn't flinch at the sight of them. When her soul had started changing, becoming stickier, malleable, and black, she almost second guessed her decision to get off the rack. But at the same time, her memories of her time on Earth were starting to fade. They started twisting into her memories of being tortured - becoming one in the same.

Recently, she had heard a few more things. One; that Dean Winchester, someone she couldn't quite put her finger on, was in purgatory with an angel. Two; that Crowley was not only the king of Hell, but he was granting certain demons passage to Earth for a little joyride upstairs. Three; that he was restoring their old bodies, if in decent enough shape.

Eventually, Adriadne, no longer remembered her real name. Adriadne was who she is, was and what she would always be, for the rest of time. Where there used to be normal human eyes there was only darkness. No pupil, no cornea, no whites of the eyes; everything was just black.

She did remember there were people on Earth that used to love her, and she remembered the physical aspects to being human. Having to eat and sleep and breathe, but not much else. There was something about needing connection with another human that meant something to them, but it was lost on her.

But as she tried to remember the smallest bit about who she used to be, she realized it was pointless. Why would she try to remember when she was powerless? When she had no purpose, no duty?

She figured that maybe a trip upstairs in her original meat suit might be fun. She couldn’t find a reason not to.

Why wouldn’t she take the chance to feel the sun on her skin?

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x ofc #sam winchester x oc #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #spn #team free will #bobby singer #castiel #alastair

[crushculture03]

Valley Girl and Sammy

Masterlist

"Bobby Singer? How did i not pick up on this sooner, you said your last name was singer, but I must've not heard you fully" he said.

"Sam, why do you know my father?" she asks, the realization not yet hitting her. "Because Val, my father and your father were best friends" he says, "Wait what's your last name again?'

"Winchester"

And just like the wall that blocked all her memories from childhood and her teenage years, came crumbling down, "Wait your father was John, yes?" she clarifies, Sam nods 'yes'. "Oh my god it's really you, you're my Sammy '' she says, her heart beating faster as a few memories from that fateful summer flash in her mind.

"And you're my Valley girl" he whispers, smiling at the funny nicknames they made for eachother. "How did I not realize it sooner?" she says, "Well to be fair I look different, and if you're like me you blocked all those teenage years because of the trauma we've been through" sam says, "Yeah that's-that's exactly it" she agrees, "Oh my God Sam its you its really you" she smiles and hugs the tall boy, "Happy to be at your service again Valley girl" he whispers.

"Hate to break off the love fest but I need to talk to you Sammy" A deep voice says, the two pull apart and look to find the source of the voice.

"Dean? What are you doing here?" Sam asks, confused on why his older brother was standing in front of him. "Well that's not a very nice welcome now is it Sam? '' he jokes as he walks up to his baby brother and hugs him. "Oh and if it isn't little Val Singer, what are you doing here with him" Dean teases. "You remember me?" she asks, shocked "Of course I do, how could I forget the girl my brother wouldn't shut up about for years" he says, causing Sam to blush.

"Well it's because Sam and I didn't even remember each other till a few seconds ago, guess we blocked out so much that it got lost" she says. "Well that's a shock because that summer was crazy for you two, but back to what I came here for" Dean says and looks at his brother.

Both Sam and Valerie hope they can find out what exactly Dean means by saying "that summer was crazy for you guys".

"Sam dads on a hunting trip and hasn't been back in a few days'', Sam's face drops at the news. "I need your help finding him" the older Winchester asks, "And I guess since your Father knows my father better than anyone, that you can come too pretty girl" dean says and winks a Val, causing her to shift uncomfortably and stand behind Sam.

"Dean I left that life for a reason I'm not going back" Sam says, "Come on Sam he's our father", Sam scoffs "More like he was our drill sergeant , he told me to never come back when I told him I got into Stanford". "Ah come on you know he didn't mean that" Dean says, "Dean, No I have a life here ok? I don't need yours and dads troubles dragging me back in" he snaps and sighs.

"Sam" she whispers, he turns to her and his face instantly softens. "Maybe you should go, I mean don't get me wrong I hate your father as much as you do, at least from what I can remember, but I know if you don't go you'll regret it" she tries to reason with him. "I-I don't know Val" he whispers, she grabs his hand to reassure him, "I'll go with you if you want?" she suggested. "I can't ask you to do that" he says, "Sam look I want to remember everything that happened between us, I just got you back i'm not losing you again, plus I've been meaning to see my father so it's a win-win, we can go to my dads and he can help us" she says, looking at Sam before glancing at Dean. "Fine, but once we find him we come back ok?" he insists, "Ok" she smiles.

"Wonderful now if you guys could stop flirting and start packing that'd be great" Dean interjects. "Shut it Dean" she snaps, causing Sam to chuckle softly , "There's the Singer charm, now hurry up we got a case to solve princess" he teases, she flips him off before her and Sam walk into the complex and go to their respective apartments to pack everything they would need.

After a few minutes the two re-emerge, "Wow took you guys long enough" Dean groans, "Oh shush or the car gets it Dean-o" she teases, from what she can remember Dean absolutely loved this car. "Nobody touches my baby!" he snaps, his face completely serious as he gets into the driver's seat and slams the door shut. "Ignore him, he has a weird thing for the car, '' Sam says as he places his bags and Val's bags in the trunk. "It's fun to mess with him" she chuckles, "Keep doing it, it's fun to watch, plus he knows if he does anything to you Bobby will kill him" Sam says, she chuckles "You're right on that one.

"This is definitely a weird time to say this but even out of that costume you still look like an angel" Sam remarks, causing Val to blush, while she and Sam were packing they had both changed into more comfortable clothes, compared to their cheesy halloween costumes. "Thanks Sam, you look nice too" she smiles, before walking to get into the back seat of the Impala.

Sam quickly closes the trunk and makes his way to the front seat, "Buckle up Buttercups because it's going to be a long ride, and here's what I have so far on dads disappearance, it's not much so I thought we'd take a pit stop and visit our old pal, and Princess's father, in South Dakota'' Dean says, a classic smirk painting his face. "Call me that one more time and I'll put Nair in your hair gel" she says, causing Dean's grin to drop and Sam to laugh slightly. "Shut up" he mumbles before starting the car and peeling out of the parking lot. And just like that the trio was on their way to Sioux Falls South Dakota.

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[laurie-stark]

Angel of Small Death Series!

I've started posting on ao3 more than here, and the newest edition of my Sam Winchester fanfic was just posted. Check it out here!

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[lucishellhound]

fork in the road

pairing: sam winchester x oc!female winchester, dean winchester x oc!female winchester, eventual castiel x oc!female winchester

summary: maggie winchester shouldn’t be alive. she knows this, her brothers definitely know this. what she survived in that hardware store– well nothing should have survived that. while she still tries to piece everything together, life as a hunter stops for no one. not even a love triangle  between an angel and the devil. 

warnings: mentions of accidental skin cutting

word count: 338

a/n: this is my very, very first written fanfic. this is something i have been playing around with in my head for awhile and finally decided to put it out there. these chapters will get longer as i get used to writing like this for sure. it is definitely a work in progress and feedback is appreciated. i hope everyone enjoys, this is my baby (:

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Maggie knew that the time she had to escape her middle brother’s impending interrogation was short. As soon as the Impala had pulled into the garage of the bunker, she bolted. She quickly made her way down the hall and into her room, locking it behind her. 

She didn’t want to have to answer to Sam about the gash on her arm anymore. She had gotten so close to being caught, but he was so trusting and let it go. This time. She didn’t know how many more chances she had until Dean got involved. Then it would all go to hell. 

Maggie lifted the sleeve of her henley to inspect the wound closer again as she sank down into her bed.

Gone.

Just as it had been minutes after the wayward clippers made contact with her skin. 

Damn poltergeist. 

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Sam had seen the tear in her sleeve soaked in blood. On the way back to the Impala, after successfully ridding the barber shop of the menace, he immediately made to grab her arm. Maggie quickly pulled both arms back behind her.  

Sam scoffed.

“Don’t be such a baby, Mags. Let me see it.” She bit the inside of her cheek, calculating how she was going to get out of this one. Finally, she relented, holding out her right arm for her tallest brother to inspect.

“See? Nothing. Don’t be such a mother hen Sammy.” She laughs, not giving him the opportunity to point out that it was the wrong arm, and slides into the backseat. Had Dean not already been in the car, he would have continued to pester her. But he knew better, and Maggie knew that. 

If his baby sister was hiding something, it was for a good reason. Sam had just hoped she would decide to trust him on whatever it was soon. He gave her the benefit of the doubt more often than not, but he was starting to think this was more serious than anything she had ever lied about in the past. 

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tags:

@cordiscurlygal @chvoswxtch

#sam winchester x oc #castiel x oc #supernatural imagine #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #oc winchester #castiel x reader

[imagineswriting47]

The Demon Deal

A/N: This is for @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden who asked Heyy, I saw that your requests are open. I have an idea for a Dean x Reader. They are on a hunt, and she has to make a deal to save Sam (because she knows how much he means to Dean, and he can't live without him, Sam is also your best friend, and the world needs the Winchesters). But then she decides to leave them because the deal causes too much trouble for the brothers. Then they try to find her. Make it as fluffy and angsty as you like :)

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, and Hell.

Summary: The reader makes a Deal with Crowley to save Sam's life.

Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now I have to sit and watch Sam take his last breath. Silent tears run down my face as Dean openly sobs over Sam holding his head to his chest. In between the sobs, Dean begs Sam to wake up. 

"WAKE UP!" Dean is screaming, shaking Sam. 

"Dean, we have to go." I try to get Dean moving, knowing that someone must have heard the firefight we just had. We have to get out of here if we dont want to be arrested.

"Don't. Just don't!" Dean yells at me as he picks Sam up and carries him out of the building. I can hear the sirens in the distance getting closer. We dont have that much time to get out of here. Dean lays him down in the back seat before jumping in the front of the car and starting up Baby. We haul ass to get out of there before the cops get here. 

It doesn't take us long to get back to the motel room. We move quickly, not wanting anyone to see Sam. Dean carefully sets Sam down on his bed with the door closed behind us. He left the bed unmade that morning as we had an early start and figured it didn't matter. The tears once more fill my eyes. I dont want to think of Sam in the past tense. Sam can't just be gone; the world needs him. Dean needs him. 

Dean doesn't want to believe he is gone as he sets to work on cleaning all the blood off him. With Dean's back to me, I quickly left the room. I dont manage to walk far before I hit the ground with my knees and just let out a scream. Once back on my feet, I keep walking. I don't know where I am going; I know that I dont want to be in the room.

"Hello, Darling." I hear Crowley say as he falls into step next to me.

"Fuck you!" I scream to him as I turn to punch him in the face.

"Now, now, Darling, I'm here to help you. I have a deal for you. I will bring Sam back to life in exchange for you spending ten years in Hell working for me."

"What's the catch?" I ask him as I finally stop walking and turn to look at him.

"No catch. You work for me for ten years, and I'll bring Sam back to life." He says with what he probably thinks is a comforting smile. But it's not. It didn't take long for me to know I would take the Deal. Dean needs Sam more than he could ever need me. I'm just the hunter that they picked up and never left. So life will go on for both of them.

"Deal," I say as Crowley pulls me into the kiss to seal the Deal.

Time Skip

My time in Hell, for the most part, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For the most part, Crowly just had me doing his dirty work and killing demons that he felt got out of line. What surprised me the most was the amount of bureaucracy in Hell and why he needed me to help him. Even though he wanted these demons killed that would not listen to him, he couldn't just outright kill them. 

My time in Hell also taught me more than I think Crowley wanted me to know. I learned the inner workings of Hell once I found the library where I was staying. Ten years was a long time, and I think I managed to read just about every book in the library.

"Your ten years are up tomorrow, Y/N." I hear Crowley say from behind me from where I stand, looking out a window and over the Hellscape.

"I know." I dont turn to look at him. It didn't take long for us to build a friendship. I am not saying that I still dont want to kill him, but I definitely dont want his job, and I might even have a little more respect for him than I did when this all started. 

"What are you going to do once you are back topside? Find Moose and Squirrel?" 

"I don't know. I doubt they would even take me back after making a demon deal."

"Now you know that isn't true. They haven't stopped looking for you." Crowley comes and stands next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. 

"As much as I hate you, I have grown to respect the three of you. Give them a chance. You saved Sam with your Deal with me. If they can't understand that, then that is their loss."

"You love me, and you know it, Crowley," I tell him with a slight smile on my face. We spend the rest of the night in silence, both of us waiting for what is our daylight to shine, signaling my end in Hell.

"I will drop you off as close to the Bunker as possible. After that, the rest of it will be up to you." He says before placing his hand on my shoulder again; then everything goes black.

When I finally come, I am lying on the side of the road, the blue sky above me. Seeing the color blue brings me to tears. I didn't know how much I missed that color till I saw it again. Then, Hell was all fire and brimstone, blacks and red. When I finally sit up, I can see the Bunker. I get to my feet and stumble my way to the Bunker. Part of me always thought that I would never see it again. That something would happen while doing Crowley's dirty work. I never dared to dream that I would see Sam smile or hear Dean laugh. 

Opening the heavy door of the Bunker, I quietly step down onto the landing. I can't see them from where I am standing, making my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I am thrown against the nearest wall with a knife against my neck. I look up to see Sam is the one holding the knife. It feels like all the air is knocked out of my lungs. I knew that Crowly would uphold his end of the Deal, but I watched Sam take his last breath at the time. Seeing him now almost had the power to bring me to my knees.

"Sammy," I whisper. I dont do anything else as he stares at me. He doesn't take his eyes off me as he screams for Dean. I hear Dean running toward us, but Sam never moves the knife. 

"Sam!" Dean yells once he is in the room. Sam movies just enough for Dean to see me. 

"Y/N," Dean whispers once he sees me. Dean looks tired once I take him in; I want to do more, but Sam is still holding a knife to my neck, and I dont want to move. 

"Hi," I whisper, my voice rough, making me wonder how long I lay outside after Crowley dropped me off. Sam and Dean have one of the silent conversations that they have. Dean moves away from us, moving into the Bunker. Sam removes the knife but keeps his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me away from the wall, his grip tight and most painful as he walks me into the map room. 

Once Dean is back in the room, I am quickly handcuffed to a chair. I Dont say anything nor argue as they run the tests to see if it is me and not some monster wearing my face. Once the tests were run, Dean quickly uncuffed and pulled into a hug. Dean is down on his knees, me sitting on his lap. 

"How?" Dean whispers to me.

"I saved Sam," I whisper just as quietly. Sam is sitting on the floor next to Dean and me.

"Y/N?" I can hear the question in Sam's voice when he says my name.

"I made a deal. The world needs you both. Im not that important. Crowley offered me a deal of ten years in Hell for Sam's life. I took the Deal."

"You've been in hell?" Dean asks me, his voice breaking as he asks me. I nod my head yes as I finally wrap my arms around Dean. I know we all have a lot to talk about, but I'm just going to sit in Dean's arms for now. The rest can wait. 

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[eevvvaa]

A Supernatural Journey - Part 26

A Supernatural Journey - Masterlist

Serie Summary : After an unplanned event in their road trip, Emily and Eva crossed paths with two brothers. One thing leading to another, the two best friends found themselves in what seems to be a supernatural journey…

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Some fluff, a bit of angst, not much to warn about honestly

Words : 20 424 (I don't think I know how to write short chapters anymore ahah)

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

A/N : Well. It's been a while 😅 But if anyone is interested on a new chapter, here it is ! Happy reading :]

Emily’s POV:

I was still quiet as Jody brought us something to drink.

The welcoming woman had insisted on giving us something other than water but Eva told her that it was totally fine, neither of us wanting to bother her with another kind of drink. But Jody had none of it so my best friend asked for some apple juice, fully knowing that I loved this drink even though she wasn’t a big fan of it. This put an end to this discussion. Jody kindly accepted this answer and left the room to go and get us our drinks, ignoring my best friend’s and I’s proposition to help her.

Anyway, I politely thanked the sheriff when she offered me the glass but stayed pretty silent after that, a bit uncomfortable to be in a stranger’s place like this. But, aware of my discomfort even though she wasn’t at complete ease either, Eva sat down next to me on the couch, her leg touching mine to create some comforting contact between us. I gave her a light smile and got one in return.

I still didn’t know what had happened to her earlier, but whatever it had been, it was gone. Her face was brighter, her eyes showed more enjoyment and her smile was real. I liked that look way more. But even if I was now relaxed to see her like this, the curiosity and desire to know what had happened was still there and I was still wondering what could have gone through her mind to make her feel the way she had felt. I was planning on asking her about it soon.

“You boys want something to drink.?” Jody’s voice put an end to my thoughts and made me come back on earth.

“Sure, some beers would be fine. Thanks Jody.” Dean immediately answered and Sam nodded by his side, offering her an appreciative smile.

When Jody left the room to go get their drinks, I could breathe a bit more easily, the slight uneasiness of being there still making me tense. Sam turned his head towards us and my eyes unintentionally met his before quickly looking away. I didn’t know what it was about that day, but I could hold his gaze even less time than usual. The intensity of his gaze made me feel strange, almost uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if he knew how his gaze made me feel or if it was even intentional but still, it was there and making me want to hide and disappear. I just wanted him to stop looking at me like this.

Ugh! I needed to stop this. I needed to stop feeling this way when my friend was looking at me. Because that was what Sam was: my friend. And the night before had been nothing but a… a friendly mistake.

“Hum… Aren’t you gonna drive again after this?” Eva asked hesitantly, making me raise my head again and offering me a nice distraction from my thoughts.

The tall girl next to me was looking at Dean who raised his eyebrows at the remark, letting a smirk spread his lips. He chuckled.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, one beer won’t make me have a car crash.” He declared, full confidence in his voice.

I felt my friend shifting her leg next to me, probably flustered by the nickname. I knew what this word did to her. I slightly smiled at her discreet reaction probably going unnoticed by the brothers and looked at her, waiting for her response but Sam was the one replying to him instead.

“No, but your bad driving could.” He retorted with a sassy grin and I couldn’t help but let a quiet laugh out, approving his answer.

Sam looked at me when the light chuckle escaped my mouth and his lips stretched a bit to lightly show the dimples in his cheeks. Something new shone in his eyes and a part of me interpreted it as pride. But it was probably just happiness that, for once, someone appreciated his humor. He probably wasn’t often supported in his jokes, and certainly not by Dean considering the dark glare the older man was suddenly giving us.

Then, fully ignoring Sam’s eyes on me, I focused on Dean and offered him my best mocking grin. After what he had done to me while driving away from the gas station, I had every right to openly make fun of him. And yet, he should have counted himself lucky that I was only laughing at his brother’s joke, it wasn’t much considering how I could actually piss him off. Actually, after getting on my nerves that morning by basically telling me to get lost in the kitchen when I had only asked him if he was alright; then irritatingly interrupting Eva when she was about to explain me what was bothering her and, finally, making me fall in his stupid car, he deserved to be made fun of. So I wasn’t going to be shy about it.

“Yeah. I still don’t understand how you didn’t crash your oh so precious car yet. Did you get your driver license in a Kinder Surprise or is this thing fake too?” I asked, a proud smile on my face, holding Dean’s gaze that was clearly not amused.

But it didn’t matter if he was finding this amusing or not because I did. And according to the chuckling man next to him, so did Sam.

“You think you’re funny?” Dean asked with a mocking expression, clearly in need of a good comeback. But before I could say anything, Sam opened his mouth again.

“Oh, she is.” The taller man declared and I felt my ego grow bigger, a new pride invading me at the idea of Sam enjoying my humor.

I had never really paid attention to Sam’s reactions at my bickering with his brother before but, apparently, he was enjoying it. When I looked away from Dean to look at him again, his eyebrows were slightly raised, showing his brother how satisfied he was with my answer. And when Sam looked back at me, I could see in his eyes that he meant it. A warm feeling spread inside my chest at the idea of Sam sharing my humor. I hated this feeling as much as I liked it. Or maybe I hated that I liked it. I didn’t know anymore, I didn’t know what to think since the events of the night before. Events that I was desperately trying not to think about.

So why was I bringing it back again?

“Yeah, no, I know. I guess all I’m trying to say is… to be careful?” Eva tried to explain herself, her original comments with the best intention, and thankfully interrupted my thoughts. Preventing Dean from replying anything to my provocation in the process. And when I saw in his eyes the little bit of frustration from it, I couldn’t be happier.

My best friend had helped me win this argument in spite of herself and I loved her even more for that.

“I’m not gonna be arrested for just one beer. And even if I was, I’m in the Sheriff’s good grace.” He proudly replied, closing his eyes and raising his chin in a satisfied gesture.

I rolled my eyes at his face.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t take it for granted, Dean.” Jody declared when she entered the living room again, holding two beer bottles in her hands. “Eva’s right, I shouldn’t give you this.” She joked, eyeing the bottles then Dean.

I slightly straightened when she reappeared, silently enjoying her picking our side and teasing the older Winchester too. She wore a satisfied grin while Dean’s proud smile fell at her comment and I savored the sight of him being annoyed to be mocked at. I could get used to Dean Winchester being not amused, it was a pleasant and satisfying view.

A teasing smile on her lips, Jody offered Sam a beer he gladly took, thanking her, before sending an amused look to his brother. Then, without adding anything, he walked to the couch, dangerously close to where I was sitting. I tried to hold myself back but my eyes followed his movements for a second, before returning to Jody and Dean, still standing in front of each other. The elder brother turned his palms towards the sky in an annoyed gesture. I felt Sam sit beside me, taking place on the armrest next to me, his very presence sending tiny little sparks all over my back. I gritted my teeth at the feeling, trying to suppress it while he nonchalantly opened the bottle, unaware of the sensation on my back.

Why did he have to sit right there? Couldn’t he just pick an easy chair to sit on?

“Come on, what is this? The Vice Squad?” Dean complained and I internally snorted at his comment. He could be annoying but, as much as I hated it, I used this kind of reply too when someone was on my case when I hadn’t asked for their opinion.

Eva turned towards me for a second, a not-so-suppressed grin on her lips and I understood that she was thinking the same thing, having heard me say it multiples times before. Like when she would judge me for eating sushi with ketchup. Apparently, it was an insult to sushi, but wasn’t eating raw fish the real insult? And everything was better with ketchup!

“Here.” Jody finally declared, slightly rolling her eyes at Dean’s sudden big smile as he grabbed the bottle and walked to the couch too.

The green-eyed man happily sat down next to Eva, making her turn her head towards him as he uncapped his beer bottle with his hand. Jody sat down on the other side of the coffee table, crossing her hands between her slightly opened legs and looked at us.

“Jody, can you tell us more about the case?” Sam’s voice asked next to me and I could almost feel his hot breath landing on the top of my head. I mentally cursed him, keeping my face neutral as Jody looked at him. She took a breath before starting to talk about the reason of our coming.

“Three people went missing. Zach Garrison, Hailey Hammond and Charles Odom. Zach’s a local kid who lives alone in an apartment a bit out of town and was the first one to disappear. It’s his girlfriend, Liv, who reported him missing after a few days without news from him. She came to his apartment and found it empty. That was last week. Then there is Hailey. She works at a bar downtown, the JL Beers, and didn’t come to work for three days before her boss, Harry Werner, started to think that maybe she wasn’t just sick. He didn’t have any news since Tuesday. The last disappearance is Odom, works in public library next town, nobody heard from him for two days now. And today, we found Zach’s body near the river…” Jody explained the first part of the case, filling the boys and us in with what had happened in this town.

It was clear in her voice and expression that she was concerned about those missing persons. Of course it was her job as the sheriff to make sure of the safety of the inhabitants of Sioux Falls but I could feel how seriously she was taking this duty, how finding this man’s dead body was affecting her. But, looking at her, it looked like it was also giving her a certain strength, a powerful desire to found the killer and put them behind bars. Or put the monster down as it seemed to be in this case.

“You mentioned him being drained of his blood.” Sam added and Jody immediately nodded, approving this information.

“Yes. The M.E. didn’t found any stab wounds or bites marks, only a tiny hole in his arms, the size of what seems to be a needle. I checked myself. A few bruises on his body as well but that’s it.” Jody declared and I turned my head towards Eva who was wearing a disgusted expression.

I was repelled by those information but I knew that she and I weren’t uncomfortable for the same reasons. I knew Eva could physically feel and picture the blood being drained from her body, even though it wasn’t truly happening. I, on the other hand, felt almost sick at the idea of a person murdering another one. And I still wasn’t quite sure how I felt when this person wasn’t even human but a monster lurking in the darkness.

“Well, definitely sounds like a djinn. They keep their victims alive for a while until they’ve sucked all the poor guy’s blood.” Dean declared and I felt Eva shudder next to me, hating everything they were saying.

Naturally, I put a hand on her knee to ease her a little and Dean must have felt her discomfort too because he looked at her for a second, his slightly concerned eyes ready to found hers. But Eva had already turned her head to me, offering me a thankful smile at my gesture, missing the hunter’s look.

“Yes, that’s what it seems to be. And I would have loved to not have call you for this, guys, but I never dealt with one of those before and three disappearances in a week… it’s a lot of missing people, already. And I don’t want it to get out of hands.” Jody added, looking like she was sorry to have asked for their help.

“No, no, don’t worry. You were right to call us on this. Djinns are powerful and all it needs is a single touch to trap their victims.” Sam quickly answered and the sheriff nodded, showing how she appreciated them coming to help her. The brothers hadn’t hesitated even for a second, answering her call for help in an instant.

“Thank you for coming.” She replied, a simple smile on her face.

“Of course, Jody.” Dean added before clapping his hands before him and getting up in a grunt. “Well, Sam and I are gonna have take a look at that body, see if we find anything you could have missed. No offense.”

“Sure.” Jody nodded, getting up from her seat as Sam left his too.

My eyes found the wide back of the tall hunter as he walked in front of me and I quickly looked away, refusing to stare at him for even a second. So, focusing on my shoes, I ignored the hunters standing in the living room, preferring admiring my holed Converses than paying too much attention to the obvious muscles on his back.

His back…

Stop it, Emily!

“Aren’t we coming with you two?” Eva suddenly asked, her voice showing how unsure of her own question she was. But it was a great question. The guys were going to inspect the corpse but what about us? Were we going to wait for them here, in a stranger’s home? Because as nice as Jody seemed to be, we didn’t know her at all and even if I didn’t doubt that Eva would have made conversation with our host, I wasn’t feeling really comfortable staying there all day long.

“Hum, no, not really.” Dean started and I tucked my chin at how sure of this he was.

“Why?” I immediately asked before I could even prevent myself from speaking.

“Well, I’m sorry to break it to you but you’re not an FBI agent.” He started and I glared at him at tone he had used. “And even if we wanted to bring you with us, we don’t have any fake badges for you two.” He explained, pinching his lips together when he was finished.

As much as I wanted to argue with him that we could still join them and hated to even think this: he was right. Eva and I had zero experience on impersonating federal agents and considering the look on Sam and Dean’s faces, they weren’t going to teach us any of this that day.

“Dean’s right, you can’t come with us for this.” Sam added, his voice leaving no room for argument and this time, I gave him a look too, frustration invading my body.

And what were we supposed to do during this time?

I hadn’t realized that, by agreeing to come with them on this case, we were going to stay behind, alone, waiting for them to come back. I hated this idea, it made me feel useless.

“Well, I can show you girls around during that time. I’ll have to finish preparing the bedding for your staying, if you don’t mind helping me?” Jody suddenly turned to us, offering a warm smile, as she tried to find a way for us to pass the time while the guys would be gone.

I appreciated how she tried to make us feel like we weren’t just going to wait there, on the couch, for the boys to come back. I wouldn’t have agreed to that either way. It was out of question to let her do everything without lifting a finger. She was welcoming us in her home, the least we could do was help her prepare the things we needed for our stay here. I certainly wasn’t going to let myself be serviced by her, especially when I already felt like I was inviting myself to her house.

So, I nodded, letting her know that we were going to help her, needless to say, and gave her a polite smile.

“Of course, we’ll help you.” Eva quickly replied with a smile.

“By the way, where are Claire and Alex?” Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

Right. The boys had mentioned Jody’s adoptive daughters and since we were here, we hadn’t met any other resident of this house. And now that Dean was mentioning it, I started to wonder how big Jody’s house was to welcome all of us there. I knew for sure that Eva and I could book a motel room for the weekend if it was complicated to find a bed for the two of us. But before I could look further into the situation, Jody answered Dean’s question.

“Claire went to a party with some of her friends and will sleep at one of her friends’. As for Alex… Alex is staying at her boyfriend’s place tonight.” She quickly let out in a breath, as though she wasn’t ready for her own words.

Dean’s eyebrows raised at her sentence, surprise written all over his face as he crossed his arms on his chest.

“Oh. And you’re alright with that?” Dean asked with an amused smile, leaning against the wall next to him.

“Well, no. But I can’t keep her locked in here forever, can I?” Jody replied, her motherhood showing at this sentence.

I internally smiled at how protective over her girls she seemed to be. I didn’t know anything about the woman, yet, but she appeared to be a great mother, worried about them even if she hadn’t been the one giving birth to them.

A movement to the right of Dean caught my attention and my eyes landed on Sam. He looked at the watch wrapped around his wrist, not paying attention to the conversation happening. Something strange happened in my chest at his taciturn behavior and he raised his head, his eyes founding mine. I quickly looked away, not wanting any kind of eye contact with him and stared at Eva instead, listening to Dean and Jody.

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, “I think we should go talk to the coroner.” The hunter declared, pointing at his watch to make his brother aware of the time passing and therefore putting an end to the conversation going on.

“Right.” The older man answered, turning around and bending to grab their duffle bags on the ground in a grunt.

“The two bedrooms at the end of the hall and the bathroom are free.” She simply said and Dean nodded.

“Where can we…?” He started when he straightened, pointing behind him with his thumb.

Jody seemed to understand whatever he was asking because she answered his unfinished question.

“Great, thanks.”

Dean placed one of the bags on his shoulder before throwing the other one to his brother. Sam caught the bag with surprise, a huff leaving his mouth and glared at his brother, annoyance in his eyes. Dean offered him a wide smile, amused by his own actions and turned around, heading to the stairs behind him, his brother following.

Eva’s POV:

As the boys went upstairs, Jody asked us how the road to her place had been.

Emily and I automatically answered that it had all went well, even if, for me, it had been far from it. Holding back tears, trying to breath correctly while fearing looking at the man I had spent the night with wasn’t what I could call ‘a nice trip’. But I had to be honest with myself and say that, now that he and I had talked, I felt much better, lighter, even if I was regretting acting the way I had.

I would apologize about that to him later.

In order to pass the time while the boys were doing whatever they had to do upstairs, Jody asked some basic questions to get to know us. I could feel how nervous and uncomfortable Emily felt, her voice all soft and high as she answered Jody’s questions. She was always like this when in a stranger’s house. Emily wanted to be as polite as possible, trying to make the other person as comfortable and untroubled as they could be, making her presence as less remarkable as possible. So, in order to make it easier for her, I was going to do the talking for the both of us. I didn’t mind answering Jody’s questions and according to my best friend’s look, she was appreciating it.

After a few minutes, the sound of footsteps going down the stairs caught our attention. Bringing my glass to my lips to take a sip of the apple juice, I raised my head towards the sounds, catching the sight of unfamiliar clothes. I frowned for a second when I didn’t see the basic jeans the brothers usually wore and my eyes widened when I took a better look at it.

Once I looked passed the Oxford shoes going down the stairs, I lifted my gaze, going up the dark darted pants covering familiar bowlegs. Then, passing the sight of the dark belt around his waist, my eyes landed on a strong chest hidden behind a bright white shirt, a green tie hanging at his neck and bringing out his already jade orbs, even ten feet away.

A suit.

Dean was wearing a suit. And he looked absolutely incredible in it. Hot and handsome.

Oh my…

Even if I had wanted to hide those thoughts, my body betrayed me as I choked on the beverage I was sipping. Slamming my glass on the table, I started to cough loudly, choking on the damn apple juice and the sudden amazing beauty thrown at me. Covering my mouth with a hand and resting the other one on my chest, I tried to breath properly, couching even more as some juice tried to leave my lungs. I felt Emily slightly patting my back in a comforting gesture, trying to make me breath again and I finally calmed down, clenching my jaws in concentration so it wouldn’t come back.

With watery eyes, I straightened, feeling everyone’s gaze on me – for obvious reasons – and I tried to avoid every one of them. But as though they had a mind on their own, my eyes naturally found Dean and his slightly pleased smile. I gulped, my heart hammering in my chest at the near-death experience and the sight of him. I took a deep breath, trying to find my composure back under his intense gaze and hardly swallowed when he kept staring at me, like no one else was in the room with us.

“You’re okay there, Sweetheart?” He asked, a satisfied tone in his voice and his eyebrows slightly raised. All of his face showed how proud and contented he felt to get this reaction out of me, as though he was forgetting for a second that we were supposed to keep the thing between us discreet.

“Yeah…. hum… Wrong pipe.” I tried to explain with a hoarse voice, slightly patting my chest to try and clear it out.

Dean gave a me a little smile, not buying my lie and I cleared my throat again. The more I was going to look at him the worst it was going to be, so, I turned my head to my best friend. Already looking at me, Emily sent me a look, silently making me understand her thoughts. Thoughts that I knew meant ‘Wrong pipe? Really? There is absolutely no other reasons behind you choking on apple juice?’. Of course there was another reason! So many other reasons.

Trying to avoid her knowing look, I turned my head towards the brothers. Briefly taking another look at Dean, my eyes fell on Sam. The tallest brother was wearing a dark blue suit, a plaid tie of a lighter blue resting on his chest and even if, to me, no one could compete with Dean’s look, I had to admit that Sam looked incredibly good too! He objectively looked hot and knowing my best friend, I would have been surprised if she didn’t thought so too.

At first, she refused to look at me, probably feeling my gaze on her but I saw the tips of her ears reddening. I smiled. Emily had become a master in hiding when she blushed, literally swallowing it down, but she still hadn’t managed to stop the tips of her cute little ears from reddening. And this was exactly what I needed to know how she felt.

I must have analyzed his looks for a second too long because Sam narrowed his eyes at me when I looked at his face, his brows furrowing. Or maybe he was suspicious about my sudden choking, seeing right through me and my reaction at his brother’s sight. I had already felt his suspicious eyes on me during the whole ride there but I had tried to ignore those, acting as natural as possible to prevent him from finding out what his brother and I had done the night before.

Hoping to not look too weird, I gave Sam a slightly embarrassed smile for staring at him like this and turned to my best friend again.

Oh, same here, Em’, same here.

“Alright, we gotta go. The sooner we see the body, the sooner we can search for the others.” Sam declared, not forgetting for a second the reason why they were here in the first place.

Dean nodded next to him and my stomach warmed up when I looked at him again. The green-eyed hunter had his arms crossed before him, his suit fitting his biceps perfectly and I took a deep breath. I had felt those under my hands, skin-to-skin. I knew what he looked like under those clothes. And the more I looked at him, the more I felt like everyone in the room knew that.

“Yah, we’ll let you know if we find anything.” Dean added and looked at me.

I wondered if he knew the affect he had on me, if he could see it as much as I could feel it. But from the look in his eyes, he seemed to, a discreet smile present at the corner of his lips.

The brothers checked their fake FBI ideas and I wondered what aliases they had chosen this time.

“You guys are not gonna leave on an empty stomach.” Jody declared standing up, the mother in her showing at her comment. I smiled, loving that they had someone like her in their life. They always took care of each other and it warmed my heart to see that Jody took care of them when they came visit her.

“We’re gonna grab a bite on the way, don’t worry.” Dean replied, offering her a big smile and she sent him a disapproving look. Next to him, Sam gave her a sorry smile too, showing that he agreed with his brother.

Before she could say anything else, the brothers turned around and headed to the front door.

“We’ll keep you updated!” Dean shouted, raising a hand in the air in a waving gesture and I couldn’t help but let a quiet snort out at his behavior.

The hunter took a few more steps and my eyes lowered on their own until they found his backside. I had often stolen a few glances at his behind but I had to say that those pants were doing real justice to his ass. But before I could think more of it, he disappeared at the corner of the living room, putting an end to my slightly inappropriate thoughts.

The door closed behind them and Jody let a sigh out, probably a bit frustrated with them leaving like that. The woman turned to us, a tight smile on her face and put her hands on her hips. I smiled at her, understanding her feeling and she gave us a warm look.

“Well. I’ll show you girls your room then.” She declared and I nodded, turning my head towards Emily who seemed tenser than before now that we were alone with the Sheriff. She was still going to need some time to adjust to being in her home, I knew that. But I hoped that it was soon going to be easier for her because Jody seemed to be a very nice woman.

“Sure.” I replied, looking at Jody again.

“Alright, follow me.” She asked and headed to the stairs, waiting for us to grab our bags and join her.

Glancing at Emily, I offered her a friendly smile and winked at her, a gesture she seemed to appreciate, and took the first step towards the short-haired woman.

Emily’s POV :

“Since the girls aren’t here I could have give you a room each, but I know Claire doesn’t like when someone goes into her bedroom, not even me. And if I don’t let either of you sleep in her room, it wouldn’t be fair to let you use Alex’s. I’ve heard you both have siblings, I’m sure you know what it’s like.” Jody explained in the hallway upstairs and I saw perfectly what she meant. Florian and I often bickered about who had more soda in their glass, equality was everything in our house. So, I understood what she meant.

Eva let a light chuckle at Jody’s words and the woman slightly turned around to look at us. I nodded.

“Yes, a little.” I replied, my voice higher than usual, shyer even, and I rolled my eyes at myself when she turned around.

Why was I always taking this high, shy and annoyingly honeyed voice when I was with a stranger? Ugh! Why couldn’t I just be natural? Plus, Jody seemed to be a nice woman, there was no reason to feel uncomfortable around her.

“I gotta say, living with those two… it’s not always a piece of cake. Claire is… she has her temper.” She admitted and I felt myself be sporting a polite smile even though she couldn’t see me.

Unable to respond anything to that, empty of any kind of answer to give her, Eva was the one speaking this time.

“Well… From what Sam and Dean told us, you seem to be handling it very well.” She declared and I could feel her smile in her voice. It was true that the brothers had spoken highly of her and from the look of it, she seemed to be true to her reputation.

The woman slightly turned around, looking at us behind her shoulder and smiled, clearly appreciating the comment.

“Thanks. I’m not perfect for sure but I’m doing my best.” She said and continued to walk through the hallway.

Jody’s house was big. We hadn’t seen every corner of this place but even from outside it was huge. Her living room was bigger than Eva’s bedroom and mine gathered; and our apartment was okay. And now that we were walking in the hallway upstairs, I wondered how many rooms were available in her place considering we had already walked pass two bedrooms. Claire’s and Alex’s from what I had understood. Taking a few more steps, two other doors were closed on each sides of the corridor. Another one was at the end of the hallway, a sign indicating that it was the bathroom pinned on the white wooden door.

Then, Jody came to a halt in front of the closed door on the left.

“You girls can stay in this room.” Jody started while opening the door and taking a few steps in the room. Eva followed her and I was the last one to enter. “I hope that you don’t mind sharing a bed, I assumed that it would be okay.” She said, turning to us and waiting for our reaction.

“It’s no problem for us, don’t worry.” Eva answered with a smile.

“Absolutely.” I timidly agreed and mentally cursed myself for appearing so… honeyed. It was one thing to feel a bit uncomfortable around Jody, but I hated to not act like myself like that.

“But maybe it won’t be the case for the boys.” Eva tried to joke at the idea of Sam and Dean sharing a bed and Jody chuckled at her comment.

“Well, they won’t have a choice.” She declared, not leaving room for them to argument with her and I liked how confident of it she was. And Eva was right, I wasn’t sure either that the brothers were going to be thrilled with the idea of sharing a bed with each other. We knew that they had slept in the same room basically all their life but I didn’t know if they often slept in the same bed.

“Alright, so there are some sheets just here.” Jody explained, opening a wardrobe and taking some in her hands and Eva hurried to take them from her, placing them on the undone bed. When she turned around, Eva smiled at me and I gave her a slight grin in return.

“You have some blankets just here in case you’re cold during the night.” The Sheriff pointed at an upper shelf of the furniture. “And feel free to hang your clothes in there too, it’s your space.” She explained and I appreciated how she was welcoming us in her house.

Eva nodded and I thanked Jody with a smile. My roommate put down her bag on the floor, next to the bed and I did the same, placing mine right next to hers.

“There are some towels in the bathroom for you two, under the sink, if you wanna take a shower. The changing of bath mode to the shower mode is a bit difficult but the trick is to slightly push it on the right.” She explained with a smile. Then the tallest woman started to walk towards the exit of the room, making us turn around to keep our eyes on her.

“I don’t know if you girls are hungry bu-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as her phone rang. Jody took her phone out of her pocket and gave us an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me.” She told us, gesturing to the call she was receiving and we made her understood that she could answer it without any problem. She gave us a quick smile before answering to a certain Scott and left the room, disappearing in the hallway.

Turning to my best friend, Eva was playing with her hands, looking around the little bedroom we were in. The bedroom was small and cozy, the window opposite to the door was allowing the sunlight to get it and shine on the warm colored bedroom. The huge wooden wardrobe was placed opposite to the bed and created a very welcoming place even though it was clear that it wasn’t used often.

A few seconds later, Jody came back in the room, ending her call.

“Sorry, an agent of mine just called. One of our regular visitors is causing them some troubles and our new guy won’t be able to handle him alone. I have to go back to the precinct and give them a hand.” She quickly explained, slightly sighing as though it was bothering her to leave us.

“Of course, Jody. You have other things to do.” Eva told her and I nodded.

“I would have loved to show you around a little more but I really have to go. I’m sorry to leave you like this, girls.” Jody declared and I slightly shook my head at her.

“No worries, Jody, it was already really nice of you to show us your house.” I told her and she gave me a kind smile.

“Alright.” She suddenly said, clapping her hands before her in an attempt to get into action. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but from what I’ve understood, you two didn’t eat either. So, there are some leftovers in the fridge if you want, feel free to heat them up. But if you’d rather eat something outside, which I’d understand, Botski’s Bar and Grill in town is a great place. I recommend it to you.” Jody explained and the idea of eating her food while she wasn’t even being here bothered me. A lot. So, I didn’t know yet what Eva thought of this but to me, this diner sounded good.

The Sheriff exited the bedroom and with a move of her head indicated us to come with her. So we did and followed her in the hallway while she continued to explain us our options while she was gone.

“I’m gonna give you two a spare key to the house so you can come and go as you wish.” She suddenly declared as she went down the stairs, making me mentally freeze.

This woman didn’t know us even the slightest and she was entrusting us with the key to her home. How could she so fearlessly let us stay here in the first place was surprising me but the idea of leaving two strangers in my house and allowing them to go back and forth without minding at all was impressing me.

She was giving us a trust we didn’t even earned.

“Jody… are you sure? I mean, we would understand if you’d rather have us waiting here for you to come back. Or wait in town and you locking behind us when you leave.” Eva tried to say as if she had read my mind. She probably wasn’t feeling totally comfortable with this situation either and found the idea of staying at her place without her a bit much for a first meeting. But Jody didn’t seem to agree as she turned her head towards us once she reached the end of the stairs.

“I’m not gonna ask for you to sit and wait here while I’m at work. I want you to feel comfortable here so, if you’d rather spend the day outside, go. I’m just asking you to lock after you when you leave.” She declared with seriousness and I felt myself nodding at her words.

The tall woman continued walking until she disappeared behind a corner, the sound of a drawer opening reaching my ears. Eva stopped at the end of the stairs in sync with me and we looked at each other, silently agreeing with the fact that she was being incredibly nice to us. I was amazed by people’s kindness sometimes. And never knew how to react to it. Then, my best friend gulped as though she was thinking about something bothering her. I raised my eyebrows, trying to understand what was suddenly on her mind and she took a step towards me.

“Do you think that it’s wise to leave this house? I mean, with the… the monster in town and Dean and Sam gone… If they come back and we aren’t here… I don’t know, I don’t think they’d want us to leave without them.” Eva said, letting her worries out.

And I understood that she felt this way, Eva had always been one to ask for permission when I would rather ask for forgiveness. Even if, in most cases, forgiveness wasn’t even to ask. And in this situation, I neither wanted to ask for permission or forgiveness, I didn’t want to patiently wait for them just because they could be a little upset about us leaving a place they had left us alone at in the first place. At most, I would have stayed there without arguing if it had been what Jody has asked us, after all it was her house. But apparently, as surprising as it was to me, she was willing to let us decide whether we wanted to stay here or not while she was gone.

“Well, you’re not prisoners here, so you can do whatever you want. And if Sam or Dean have a problem with it, they’ll deal with me. They can’t expect you to just wait here for them to be finished with their work while you do nothing. So feel free to visit the town if you want and go eat something at this dinner. You’ll see, Gary is a nice guy.” Jody declared before I could even reply anything to my best friend. And how I loved this woman’s answer.

I could see Eva’s doubt in the way she breathed, a little out of words, and the way she slightly moved in discomfort but I, on the other hand, felt more comfortable around Jody than since the beginning of our meeting. I didn’t know what I expected of her, and to say she hadn’t scared me a little with her appearing knowing eyes would have been a lie, but in this moment it felt like we were sharing the point of view on things. And I liked this, the idea of neither of the boys having to say anything about what we did.

A smile appeared on my face in spite of myself and Jody must have seen it because she gave me one back. Giving me a single nod in understatement, she confirmed her words, silently saying that she was having our back.

“So, here the keys, make sure to lock when you leave.” She repeated and took a few steps towards us, handing me the key.

Quickly stealing a glance at Eva, I took the spare key and smiled at Jody.

“Thank you.” I simply said, my voice more natural than before and I mentally thanked myself for this.

“And I’m gonna give you my number, just in case.” She said, walking to the coffee table. Jody grabbed a pen and scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper. Once she was done, she came back to us.

“Here.” This time, she handed the object to Eva who gently took it, reading the numbers on it. “There is a bus stop down the road on the left, it can get you downtown in a short ten minutes. Feel free to come back whenever you want. All I’m asking is for you to be careful and call me if you there is anything.” She declared with a smile and put on her jacket before leaving her house without worrying for a second.

Eva’s POV :

She shouted to us to make ourselves at home before she shut the front door, leaving us standing in her living room before Eva or I – even if I was actually agreeing with her on most points – could argue with her. I turned towards my best friend who was staring at the closed front door, speechless about what had just happened. I, on the other hand, felt myself slightly smiling.

Yeah. Maybe I was going to like this woman, after all.

Staring at the opened messages section on my phone, doubt invaded my mind.

I was thorn between letting Dean know that we had left Jody’s place and taking the risk of him not liking it and the option of not telling him anything, enjoying my afternoon with Emily but risking him maybe being angrier that I hadn’t told him. I knew this mental debate was stupid because I was a grown up, so was Emily, and we could do whatever we wanted. It wasn’t like they had given us order to stay in Jody’s living room. But still, it felt wrong, like I had to let him know. But Emily surely didn’t agree with that, her free will was really important to her and she never let anyone tell her what to do. I, on the contrary, would rather have people telling me what I should do, it was easier and so mind freeing for me.

I knew how stupid that sounded but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to have to argue with Dean if I hadn’t texted him when I should have.

Ugh, why was I creating problems to myself like this? I could just live my life, I didn’t have to justify myself. And he wouldn’t be mad if I was being careful, right? Right?

“You’re not listening to me at all, are you?” Emily’s voice suddenly reached my brain and I raised my head to look at her, eyebrows high on my forehead in confusion.

“What?” I asked, coming back to Earth and to the diner we were sitting at, the sound of forks on plates and people talking filling my ears. Emily glared at me and I pinched my lips at her expression.

I hadn’t even registered her talking to me.

“Sorry.” I apologized, feeling bad for not paying attention to what she was telling me.

My best friend let a sigh out and I quickly locked my phone as though I had something to hide and straightened, placing the device next to my legs.

“Are you texting him?” Emily asked, slightly raising her eyebrows and I mimicked her expression.

“Who?” I asked, playing dumb even though I had no reason to lie about that, we both always knew who him was. At this Emily rolled her eyes, not believing me, and I gave her a little pinched smile.

“You know who. You don’t have to tell him where you are all the time, you know. I mean, like Jody said, we’re free and adults, we can take care of ourselves. Hell, we’ve been taking care of ourselves before we even knew them.” The blue-eyed girl in front of me said and I knew she was right. But something in me didn’t feel right if I didn’t tell him about this.

“I know, I know…” I sighed, my eyes landing on the menu I hadn’t even looked at yet. “I just don’t want him to be mad at me because I didn’t keep him updated about where we’ve been.” I explained and Emily took a deep breath, understanding my fear.

It was always the same thing with me, I didn’t want people to get mad at me. And after years of knowing each other, Emily knew that very well. When she had no problems speaking her mind and standing up to people, all I wanted was to disappear, avoid any conflicts and apologize for weeks. We didn’t deal the same way in those situation and where she found some kind of stimulation in it, I only saw danger and insecurity.

“Yeah, I think she can be pretty scary.” I joked and my best friend nodded rapidly.

“Well, the thing you need to understand in your little head is that no one can be mad at you. You’re just frustrating like that.” Emily declared and I let a little laugh out at her words. “And why would he be mad, huh? We don’t have to report him our every actions. So if he has a problem with us being outside and eating, he’ll get through me. And Jody, apparently.” She continued, a bit of amusement in the end of her sentence and I smiled, loving the sound of that.

I could always count on her even when I was being a coward and kept a low profile when I was caught red-handed, just like I did in high school. When we were being in the wrong because we were talking about everything but the class, Emily never feared the teachers, explaining herself without being disrespectul and finding a way to avoid us some blame while I would look at my feet and pray for the ground to swallow me. So if Emily was capable of facing her teachers back at high school, I had no doubt she wouldn’t have any trouble facing Dean.

“Right? I mean, she seems nice and I don’t wanna talk badly of her, but it looks like she can see right through you without even trying.” Emily said, clear in her voice that it wasn’t something she was enjoying.

“Do you think it’s a mom power or something? Like, the moment you become a mother you can see through people you don’t even know just by looking at them?” I wondered at loud and Emily made a face, shaking her head at me.

“God, I hope not. My plan is to avoid eye-contact and proximity with her.” She declared and I laughed, knowing that it wasn’t even a joke. Of course she was going to try and avoid Jody at all cost, probably fearing questions she didn’t want to answer to.

I crossed my arms and rested them on the table.

“I see, staying polite without being too close. This way you won’t have to answer to the least personal question possible. Good plan.” I joked and she chuckled.

“Exactly! It’s already embarrassing enough that I have this stupid voice every time I talk to her. I’m not gonna go and see if she can figure out everything about me. I won’t do this to myself.” She declared, shaking her head and I knew she meant it. She truly hated this sweetened voice even if it wasn’t that terrible actually.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong in what you do and you really don’t sound as bad as you think. You’re just being really polite and that’s nice! The carefulness in your voice can be a bit surprising when we actually know you, but that’s all.” I explained and she let out an annoyed sound, throwing her head back to rest against the back of the booth.

“Ugh, I wanna punch myself every time I hear myself talking.” She grumbled and I chuckled.

“It’s really not that bad. Just be your amazing self and Jody will adore you.” I truthfully told her with a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right.” She replied, clear in her voice that she didn’t believe me much.

Before I could argue with her, a young man approached us, a notebook and a pen in his hand. A huge smile plastered in his face he seemed incredibly sympathetic and I grinned back, appreciating the kindness that emanated from him. Passing a hand through his dark hair, he stopped at our table, ready to take our order.

“Hi, what can I get you two?” He asked and my eyes widened for a second at his question.

Lost in my thoughts, I had totally forgotten to read the menu and even though my stomach was eating itself from the inside, I didn’t know what it craved.

“Huuuh…” I started, quickly grabbing the menu before me and scanning the list of food. “Sorry, I haven’t chosen yet, but I’ll be quick.” I apologized and he chuckled.

“It’s alright, I can come back in a few minutes.” He explained but I shook my head, I was starving and wouldn’t take long to choose what was going to fill my empty stomach.

“Em’, you can order if you made your choice.” I told her, trying to gain more time to go trough the menu.

I hadn’t seen the bagels options yet but if there were it was evident that she had picked that. She could eat those for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was safe to say it was one of her favorite food ever. And I agreed, it was a nice choice.

“Alright. I’ll take the veggie bagel with an apple juice, please.” Emily ordered and I raised my head at her.

Of course.

“Bagels sound good. I’ll take the Indiana one with a coke, please.” I finally ordered with yet another apologizing smile.

“Those are pretty good, I hope you’ll like them.” Our waiter told us, scribbling our order before looking at us again. “French fries or salad with those?” He asked and I took the greasy side order while Emily favored the more healthy one.

Once our waiter left, my stomach growled and I put my hand on it, trying to silence it.

“God, I’m starving.” I declared, comfortably resting against the booth.

“You don’t say! You didn’t eat anything all day, of course you’re hungry!” Emily replied and I shook my head at her.

“That’s not true, I ate a Twix bar earlier.” I answered even though I knew it wasn’t what she meant. And as I expected, my best friend rolled her eyes at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine now. Sorry for earlier, I didn’t wanna bring the mood down like that.” I apologized, lowering my head a little.

“Well you didn’t eat anything else than a Twix bar.” She playfully glared at me. “By the way, how are you feeling now? You seem better but, how are you?” She gently asked and my stomach tightening at her question.

Of course she had noticed it, everyone had, but I somehow wished that it hadn’t stayed on her mind.

It was the truth. Now that I had talked with Dean, I felt lighter and not like I was ready to cry if someone asked me what was going on. But I still felt a bit bad for being so quiet and bringing such a thick tension in the car. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault but me and my stupid brain.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. I’m glad if you feel better now, though. I am. You wanna tell me what was bothering you?” Emily asked both curious to know what had happened, I couldn’t blame her, and concerned about how I felt.

Yes. And I wanna tell you about my night with him and what I agreed to. I wanna tell you everything. I wanna tell you about him. I have so much to tell you.

But I couldn’t. I had agreed to not say a thing about Dean and I for the moment and the more the day went by, the less I felt like I could do it. How was I suppose to not tell the one person I said everything to that I had spent the night with the guy? And as much as it could be a bit excited to keep it a secret, it didn’t feel as right as it could have.

“It was just stupid and not important.” I tried, torn between telling her everything and avoiding this conversation.

Emily tilted her head to the right and raised her eyebrows, her face showing that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. And I knew that, she had seen my reddened eyes after all.

“When are you finally gonna stop beat around the bush with me and tell me right away what you wanna say?” She asked, a bit annoyed and I couldn’t blame her.

“I know… I just feel stupid about it.” I told her and it was the truth. Even if it was over, I still felt guilty and like an idiot for acting and thinking that way in the first place.

The brown haired girl in front of me stared at me, patience in her eyes, ready to let me talk about it if I wanted. And I wanted to. I always felt better when I talked to her about what was bothering or had bothered me. Talking to Emily was liberating and even if at first I was reluctant to do so, not wanting to annoy her with my stupid thoughts, I always felt better after telling her.

“It’s just my stupid brain who did stupid things.” I declared and she furrowed her eyebrows at me, shaking her head.

“Stop saying that.”

But I ignored her comment and continued.

“My day started well and I just… I don’t know, I started to see and feel things the wrong way. I misinterpreted that one little thing and just overthought from there. I mean, you know me.” I explained, letting a little laugh out at the end of my sentence and Emily gave me a light smile.

And it was the truth. A bit vague and unclear but still the truth. Everything had went well until I had started to think.

“I bet I can’t know about that ‘one little thing’, can I? It was about Dean, wasn’t it?” She suddenly asked and I felt my eyes widening at her question. “I’m sorry to break it to you but we could all see it was about him.” She said, a smile at the corner of her lips and I let a dramatic sigh out.

So much for keeping it a secret.

“Yeah… yes, it was about him. And it was stupid but we talked about it and it’s all good now, we’re all good.” I told her, feeling the easy smile on my face.

“When all of you just abandoned me in the car?” She asked, a bit of contrariety in her voice. It was right that I hadn’t seen it that way, I had actually selfishly didn’t think about it but it was true that at one point we were all in the gas station but Emily.

“Yeah… I’m sorry about that too.” I gritted my teeth and she let a chuckle out.

“No, it’s fine. I know that I’m the butt of this group’s joke.” She accused with humor and I lightly laughed at her falsely annoyed face.

Before I could add anything, the dark-haired waiter came back with our plates and widely smiled at us. Straightening a little to give him the space he needed to put the dishes on the table, I smiled at him in return.

“Here are is the Indiana bagel” He said, placing my order in front of him, then he put Emily’s in front of her too. “And the veggie one.”

“Thank you.” Emily and I replied in sync and he wished us a good appetite before leaving us to our meals.

“God, I’m starving!” Emily quickly declared, immediately grabbing her bagel and taking a huge bite of it, humming in pleasure when she started chewing.

I laughed, loving how she always had the same reaction and feeling when she ate a bagel. Closing her eyes and savoring every part of this food. I picked mine up and took a bite, my stomach already thanking me for finally putting actual food in it.

“Well, huh, yah. I mean, did you see him? This suit really, well, suited him. And with the green tie it was… phew!” I told her and she let a laugh out, a wide smile on her face at my words.

“Hum, speaking of Dean, care to explain me what happened to you earlier? Had some troubles drinking?” She teased and I almost chocked on my food, feeling myself blushing at the memory.

Hardly swallowing, I put my bagel down and stared at her. I couldn’t tell her yet about what had actually happened between he and I, but she knew what I thought of him, how I saw him so there was no reasons denying it. And thinking about it, it could actually free me.

Just thinking about it did things to my stomach but I knew for sure that I hadn’t been the only one who wasn’t left indifferent when they had came down the stairs. So, raising my eyebrows, I grinned in advance at my future sentence.

“Like you didn’t blush when Sam appeared as Mister fake FBI agent.” I teased and Emily raised her eyebrows high on her forehead, her face trying show me she had no idea what I was talking about but unfortunately for her I had seen her traitorous ears.

“Nope. Didn’t look at him, I don’t even know what he looks like, actually.” She feigned to not know, taking another bite of her bagel and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh. Well, that’s a shame because he looked really hot in his suit, really highlighted his chest and shoulders.” I declared, casually picking a french fry and dipping it in my mayonnaise, giving a knowing look to my best friend.

Locking eyes with her, she glared at me, not amused by my teasing but I couldn’t help my grin from widening.

“But weren’t you too busy looking at Dean, anyway? I’m sure you have more thoughts about it. I mean, you’re the one who chocked on your drink, not me.” She said back, a satisfied grin on her lips and took my glass of coke to have a sip.

Taking another bite of my food, I nodded, not denying it. Of course I had had troubles drinking, and everyone had been there to witness it.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see this. It took me by surprise, okay?” I defended myself and she let a little laugh out. “And I’m just telling you, you missed something with Sam. He looked really, really good in this suit.” I emphasized with a smirk and Emily shook her head, sipping at her drink this time.

“Meh. I don’t think so. He doesn’t even look that good actually.” She lied, not even meeting my eyes anymore.

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows and she nodded, putting her glass down.

“Yep.” She stated and continued eating.

I hummed, not believing her but finally stopping my teasing. I couldn’t force her to reveal anything she didn’t want to, even less admit anything about Sam. She had commented something about this man was when she either had been drunk off her ass at the bar or after their date. So, I decided to let it go, suddenly remembering that this teasing could back fire and that she could ask questions too. Questions I couldn’t answer to. Questions about the night before.

I took another one of my hot french fries and surprisingly Emily spoke up again.

“Plus, he made a poor choice in tie. Really questionable taste.” She declared, saying this like she was saying it had rained the day before when she was actually admitting she had looked at Sam Winchester. And had even taken a good look at him to know she hadn’t liked his tie at all.

“Ah! So you did look!” I replied with a huge smile I could feel in my cheeks.

But quickly, Emily faked a frown, shaking her head at me as though I had said something absurd.

“No…” She poorly lied, not even trying to hide it correctly. “Shut up.”

But her attempt to refute what she had just let slip was her way to admit that she had indeed looked at him – and potentially enjoyed it – without really admitting it either. We both knew that she didn’t just let slip things like those, it was an unspoken rule between us, if she ‘innocently’ said something like this, it was because she wanted to tell me about it. And it didn’t matter that she took it back right after. It meant that she was finally admitting it to herself, even if it was just a little bit, and it was the good step I hoped she would take.

So, in order to try and not make her regret saying this, I nodded, taking in her words and grabbed another fry.

“Oh okay. I thought so. My bad, then.” I declared, both of us clearly knowing what it all truly meant.

Turning her bagel in her hands, she shrugged.

“Nah, don’t worry, we all make mistakes.” She replied in a mocking tone before taking another bite, the conversation stopping there with a chuckle from me.

She hadn’t said anything too revealing, I knew that, but it was something. And I started to wonder if something had happened to change her mind or if she had just decided that she could finally admit a few things to me and to herself concerning the giant hunter. After all, she had been a bit strange too this morning…

Emily’s POV :

Ugh…

Why did I have to say that! I shouldn't have said anything. Why did I have to make a comment on his stupid tie!

I should have just kept this to myself, continue to pretend I hadn’t had a single thought when seeing him in this damn suit. Actually, I shouldn’t even have looked at him at all, it would have had solved everything. But I couldn’t helped myself and looked, internally blushing and screaming at him. Or at myself. I didn’t know even anymore. I wanted to yell at everyone, at everything. I wanted to yell at him to ask him why. Why had he kissed me? Why did make me fe… And of course Eva had to look at him too!

Couldn’t she have just stare at Dean and not pay attention to Sam at all, forgetting herself that he existed?

But contradictorily I also kinda wanted to tell her.

I wanted to tell her a lot of things, but at the same time I didn’t want to. I wanted her advice to try and clear my head, to put some orders upstairs after what had happened. I needed some guidance on what it all meant. If it meant anything, actually. I didn’t even know if I wanted it to. But I also didn’t want to tell her, I wanted to keep it to myself, I didn’t want to say something that wasn’t true. Saying it out loud made it real and I far from wanted that. I was aware that my secret and thoughts would be safe with her. I knew that if I told her that Sam had… she would just have been excited for me.

Why did he have to enter my life?

And I knew that I could tell her that I had indeed looked at him as a fake FBI agent and that I had indeed noticed the way his shirt stuck to his torso and how the jacket revealed his back muscles. And that I had had some shameful thoughts about it but I wasn’t ready to fully let them out yet, not to Eva and hardly to myself.

Why was everything so hard?

I was just tired. The day before had been full of strong emotions, things had been done, words had been said and I simply felt drained. I merely wanted to be home, put all of this aside, get away from Sam for the day and have a quiet evening wrapped in my flannelette. I just wanted to stop thinking. I needed a break from all those emotions but couldn’t and some new ones more were being added now. Because on top of all of this, we were meeting someone new and slept in her house. And as much as Jody seemed to be a great woman, I wasn’t natural around her and feared what she could interpret; making the option of staying be Eva’s side for the whole week-end the best and smartest choice. And maybe if I stayed next to her long enough she was going to tell me whatever she was hiding from me.

“I’m freezing my ass off. I hate Winter so much.” Eva complained, wrapping her yellow scarf a bit more tightly around herself.

“Okay. So, ten more minutes and we’re there.” Eva’s voice brought me back to Earth and I saw her looking at the digital maps in her right hand.

Deciding to take a look around Sioux Falls before getting back to Jody’s house, Eva and I had walked down the diner’s street until we turned at the corner of a movie theater. This town seemed nice, not too crowded but still active, the many shops in the streets still opened and running. Taking a few more steps before turning to the left, we came across a park and Eva informed me that it could be a way cut through town and get back to Jody’s place faster. I agreed to this idea, even though I would have loved to spend more time outside before facing everyone again, and followed her through the bare trees. Some children and families played at the playground next to a switched off fountain and I lightly smiled at the scene, loving the sounds of the kids laughing as they chased each others.

“I’m so not a Winter girl. Just because I’m born in this season doesn’t mean I like it. I like your month. May is great. The nature is coming back to life, the sun shows itself again and it’s not night at four in the afternoon. I can’t wait to put my t-shirts back on.” She explained and I let a chuckle out.

“It’s a bit ironic for a Winter girl.” I told after a quiet snort.

Eva turned around, her head buried in her shoulders in an attempt to keep her warmth. She looked like a turtle trying to get back into her shell.

While Eva hated Winter, I loved it. The hot chocolates in bed, cozy under a plaid and watching a Christmas movie. Christmas magic in the air and the best holiday on the way. And I never minded that the setting of the sun was earlier than the rest of the year, I actually liked it.

Shivering loudly, Eva tightened her coat around her before looking at her phone again, checking how far from Jody’s house we were. I followed her through the park, trying to keep my mind from thinking too much – or at all, really – when she glanced at me, frowning.

“You’re okay?” She asked, a bit of concern in her voice.

“Yep. You?” I immediately replied, slightly raising my eyebrows to make it appear as though her question was surprising. Eva looked at me for a second too much, narrowing her eyes a little.

“Okay… I just wanted to make sure you were.” She half-accepted and didn’t push the topic, probably feeling that I wasn’t going to talk about it.

I didn’t even know myself if I wanted to talk about it or not, or even what to say on the matter. I just wanted to make it through the week-end.

Back to Jody’s place, I appreciated the warmth of her house and Eva let a loud and satisfied sigh out, clearly enjoying too. Quickly, my best friend hung her coat on the coat rack and took mine to put it there too. Then she locked the door behind us, putting the keys on the small piece of furniture next to the front door so Jody could open it when she got back.

I was amazed on how comfortable she was in this stranger’s place, already finding her feet somehow while I didn’t want to disturb anything in the house. But, the more Eva moved around the house, not sneaking into Jody’s stuff but simply looking around to discover her home and trying to get familiar with the place and the woman, the more I was starting to get used to the unknown house myself. At least slightly more comfortable.

After getting ourselves a glass of water, Eva reminded me that we had to make the beds for us and the brothers, so we went upstairs and searched through the wardrobe to get everything we needed. Standing up on the mattress, holding the quilt above my head while Eva was pulling at the quilt cover around it, we continued our conversation on the last Marvel movie that had just been released and how we would have to go see it back home. Apparently a certain Tom Hardy would make an appearance in it and I suddenly understood why she wanted to see this new movie so bad. Once we were done with our bed and were getting the pillows ready too, Eva’s phone rang, making her drop the pillow in her hands. The tall girl answered the call and brought the cellphone to her ear.

“Hey.” She started with a small smile on her lips. “Yeah we’re here… Oh right, okay, I’m coming.” She ended the call and turned to me, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“They’re here.” She declared and I followed her down the stairs, mentally preparing myself to face Sam.

Oh, how I hated feeling this way. So ridiculous.

Get it together, Emily!

Eva’s POV :

“Jody isn’t here?”

Was the first question Dean asked when he entered her house and I explained the brothers that an agent of hers had called and that they needed her help on something else. The Winchesters nodded and parted ways, Sam heading to the living room to sit on the sofa and already getting his laptop out of his bag; Dean on the other hand, walked directly towards the kitchen and I heard the fridge’s door open and close. A few seconds later, he came back with a beer bottle in his hand, uncapping it with his right hand. I liked seeing this. I didn’t even know why but I liked it. Dean took a few steps towards me and I felt my chest get warmer the closer to me he got. It was stupid how I was internally feeling when he stopped in front of me and asked if I needed anything. It took all my mental strength to not answer the first thing I had in mind – “you” – and simply shook my head, telling him I had a glass of water waiting for me in the living room. Nodding, he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to lead me to the room and join Emily and his brother.

Once inside the living room, Dean sat down next to his brother who was typing on his open computer. Emily was standing at the entrance of the room and I stopped next to her before heading to one of the armchair around the coffee table. Emily sat in the other one next to me.

“So, did you find what you were looking for?” I asked while Dean took a sip of his drink.

“It’s a djinn for sure. The vic shows all the signs of being drained for about a week. The intravenous drip wasn’t clean, it most likely that it was done by someone who isn’t familiar with medical methods.” Sam explained, his eyes still on focused on the screen before him and I felt myself frown, feeling the needle in my arm.

“Or someone who doesn’t care about doing it safely and clean. Like a djinn.” Dean added and I nodded.

“And do you think the same thing happened to the other missing persons?” Emily asked and Sam raised his head to answer her.

“Djinns rarely make only one victim and from the numbers of disappearance in such a short time, it’s most likely that they were taken by the same monster.”

“So what do we do now? I mean, once you found out what kind of monster is responsible, what’s the next step?” I asked, curious to know what was the process of a hunt.

“Well, if we’re familiar with the monster, we usually have what we need in the trunk. If it’s something we’ve never came across before, we look through the lore and search for what would kill them. I usually take care of this.” Sam finished, sending a dark look to his brother who took another sip of this beer, not seeming to care much about what his brother was implying.

I let a light chuckle out.

“So we know what to use against djinns, right? You encountered one before, didn’t you?” I asked even though I was pretty sure they had, they talked about this monster like they were familiar with it. The brothers shared a look before Sam answered my question.

“Yeah. We met more than one.” He simply said and when my eyes drifted to Dean who seemed to remember something for a second. I made a mental note to ask him later.

“A silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood kills the bastard.” Dean declared and I nodded, silently wondering why that was what killed them.

“And you have some of that in your trunk?” Emily asked, probably questioning her company and I felt her. If we truly thought about it, those guys were weird, keeping endless weapons and lamb’s blood in the trunk of their car.

“Yep.” Dean said and Emily and I shared a look, silently agreeing that those men were another level of strange.

“Right. So, Zach’s body has been degraded by the water it was found into, erasing any clue we could have needed to have a location. We could think the place where he was held captive was clammy but it’s probably just to cover their tracks. Most of the times djinns choose a quiet, private and away place so they aren’t bothered by anyone.” Sam explained and it sounded like any serial killer’s hide-house.

“Like an old, abandoned factory.” A feminine voice suddenly interrupted and I flinched, Emily and I slightly gasping at the same time at Jody’s quiet come back. The sheriff got a smile at our reaction and entered the living room, a plastic bag in her left hand.

“Pretty much, yeah. Do you have anything like this in Sioux Falls?” Sam asked her and she let a small sigh out.

“Yes. But we’ve already searched the place, hoping to find Hailey and Charles there, ideally alive, but there was no one there. Just a few empty cans, some destroyed devices and graffiti on the walls.” Jody explained, some deception in her voice and Sam straightened, opening his laptop a little wider.

“Well, something else must exist. Another factory, an underground passage or an abandoned house. There must be a place where they keep them.” The younger brother declared, ready to find out where those poor people were trapped.

“Did you guys eat?” Jody suddenly asked and Sam didn’t even raised his head when he answered.

“Not hungry.”

At his sentence, Dean’s stomach growled in disapproval and he placed a hand on his belly, trying to reduce the sound. Sending an apologizing look to Jody and offering her an awkward smile, I couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable. Even if he was still wearing this damn suit that made him look way more than adorable…

“I take this as a no. Well, I’ve grabbed something on the way so put this computer aside and help me set the table.” The older woman announced and the tallest man mumbled something, still not moving from the couch, the laptop on his knees.

“Sam Winchester. Put this laptop away, go change and come eat before you pass out on us. You’re not gonna fight monsters on an empty stomach.” Jody repeated, her voice a bit deeper and more serious. I couldn’t describe it any other way, it sounded like a ‘mom voice’.

At her tone, Sam raised his head and closed his laptop before placing it on the coffee table before him. I couldn’t help but stare at him for a second, astonished to not see him argue with her and when I turned my head towards my best friend, she seemed as stupefied as I was. From the short time – well, months – that we knew the Winchesters, Sam wasn’t one to back down or do something he didn’t want to do. And Dean had personally explained to me how his little brother didn’t even listen to him sometimes and only did as he pleased.

Maybe being a mom gave super-powers after all.

While Jody turned on the oven to heat up the lasagna – that looked insanely good – that she had picked up on her way home, Emily and I stood awkwardly between the dining room and the kitchen while the boys explained to Jody what they had discovered. She had pretty much found the same thing and knew where those monsters usually hid and it was crazy how normal it was to talk about those things for them. How comfortable and casual they were to debate on whether they were one or multiples to manage kidnapping those people. Emily and I shared a few looks during their conversation, having nothing to add but still carefully listening to them.

We didn’t know what to do with ourselves and it was probably showing.

Still talking about the case, Jody opened one of her closets and pulled five plates out of it, placing them on the counter in front of her. Then she opened a drawer and grabbed the cutlery we were gonna need. Her hands full of crockery Jody turned around and faced the brothers, the younger one not interrupting his guesses on the case when Jody handed them the plates.

“Here. Take a break and set the table. Please.” Jody asked and Sam grabbed the plates, stopping his thinking out loud but it was clear that he wasn’t finished with his mental researches.

At Jody’s request, Emily and I jumped from our spot and immediately joined the brothers to help them set the table, finally making ourselves useful. Once everything was on the table, Jody opened the oven and grabbed the scorching hot dishes while I picked up some glasses in a closet and gave some to Emily. Following the sheriff into the dinning room, she put the dish on the table and we handed a glass to each person at the table.

Sitting next to Emily, I chose the seat closest to Jody, therefore facing Sam while my best friend was sitting in front of Dean. I offered to serve everyone but Jody quickly stopped me, declaring that we were her guests. Sam wondered out loud where the victims could be while Jody placed a large slice of lasagna in Dean’s plate, the youngest brother wondering if it was possible to get access to the blueprints of the buildings of the town.

“Sam, no talk about work during dinner. I wanna find them too, you know I do. But let’s talk about something else while we eat.” Jody declared and I could see the frustration on the tall man’s face, not really happy to not be able to continue working on this case for now.

Then the dark-haired woman turned to me and asked how much lasagna I wanted.

“Hum, not much thank you. I’m not very hungry.” I answered a bit shy, not wanting to say no to the food she had kindly brought us. But she suddenly raised her eyebrows a little as though she had just realized something.

“Oh, right! You ate not that long ago.” She said and I nodded, confirming her thought. “Did you go to Botski’s?” She asked, a light smile on her face.

“Yes, it was really nice, you were right.” I told her and her smile widened. I didn’t know if she was happy to hear good things about this place from us or if she was glad we’d left and had a good time.

“What did you try there?” She added and looked behind me, at Emily.

“The bagels. They were really good.” My best friend said and I nodded in agreement.

“Wait. You left the house?” Dean’s voice suddenly interrupted us, his voice louder than our conversation.

I shyly turned my eyes towards him, nervous to see his disapproval. His eyes were focused and a bit hard. I gulped and nodded, playing with my hands under the table, my heart beating a bit faster in my chest as he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not liking my answer.

“What?” Sam voice joined his brother’s, the disapproval and unhappiness clear on his features, making him even more intimidating than usual.

“Are you crazy? What if something had happened to you? What if the djinn had decided to pick you for its next victims?” Dean asked, his voice loud with worry and care but the veil of anger in his tone and the idea of the monster picking us made my stomach tighten and eye-contact impossible.

I timidly looked at Emily at the corner of my eyes and I could see that she was holding back, her breath was high in her lungs and she stood straighter than usual, her jaws clenching lightly. She was ready to retort something if he continued with this tone. My only explanation to her lack of comeback to Dean was that she didn’t want to yell in a stranger’s house, otherwise she would have already replied something in the lines of being free to do whatever she wanted. But Jody was faster and quickly cut Dean off.

“Hey! I did. I let them leave the house how they wanted to. It’s you two who decided to leave them all alone. So if you didn’t want them to be left alone, you shouldn’t have left without them. Did you expect them to patiently wait for you two to come back, quietly and motionless? Well, that ain’t working for me. They’re big girls and can take care of themselves. They did before they even knew you two and I think they handle it pretty well. So why don’t you trust them a little?” Jody defended us and my heart grew a bit bigger, appreciating her help.

“Wha- We trust them, it’s the monsters we don’t trust. And you know how dangerous it is, you’re the one who called us. They should have at least tell u-” Dean argued, his ‘they’ echoing as a ‘you’ meant for me.

I so should have sent that text…

“Dean Winchester. I wasn’t going to keep them prisoners in my own house. Calm down, they just went out for a bagel. You know me, if I was truly scared about their safety, I wouldn’t have left them alone. And if you’re not happy with this, maybe you shouldn’t have left without them.” Jody declared, putting an end to the discussion.

I dared look at Dean, the frustration to not being able to continue this argument and the discontent clear on his face, and the only thing I wanted was to apologize. Then I stole a glance at Sam who hadn’t said a whole word but his dark gaze said it all, making me unable to look at him either. So, the safest option and the most comforting one was my best friend whose face looked both stoic and embarrassed. I had no doubt that she was a bit uncomfortable that Jody had defended us that way, and I was too. But I could see in her slightly clenched jaws that she was frustrated to not be able to shoot back at Dean’s reaction.

Staring at my plate, I awkwardly played with the food, picking it with my fork and moving some salad leaves aside, hoping that the heavy air in the room was going to quickly dissolve while millions of apologizes burnt to escape my lips.

Emily’s POV :

I thought I was going to explode.

Even if I deeply wanted to retort that they had no say in what we could or couldn’t do, I wasn’t going to make Jody uncomfortable by arguing in her own house, at her dinner table. And even though it was very nice of her to defend us the way she had, I couldn’t help but feel bad that she did so. The last thing I wanted was to put her in a difficult position, even more because of us. Because of me.

But soon after putting an end to the topic of Eva and I leaving for lunch, Jody changed the subject. By asking some lighter questions and mentioning a certain Donna’s fishing trip with her boyfriend, Jody brought back a better mood, much to my best friend’s delight whose gears I could practically hear in my own head.

The boys’ unhappiness of our departure started to disappear too but every time I caught a glance at Sam’s gaze, even for the shortest second, the desire to make clear that we were free to do whatever we wanted came back twice as hard. The black look he was giving me every few times our eyes met made me want to glare back at him and face his disapproval. To ask him what his problem was. To made him say out loud what he was really thinking and the reason behind his silent glare. To make him express his aggravation so I could let out my own irritation. But I couldn’t. Not at Jody’s place.

So, in order to both keep my composure and my frustration at bay, I tried to not look at him but even when I succeeded, I could still feel his gaze on me. A gaze I couldn’t help but notice, even though I was forcing my whole mind and body to ignore it. A gaze I wanted to face all day long. A gaze I couldn’t help but enjoy, probably more than I should have.

“Sure. You know that if she needs help she can always call us, we’ll be there. Right, Sammy?” Dean’s voice suddenly brought me back to the conversation going on.

At his mention, my eyes locked with the youngest Winchester’s for a short second before he looked at Dean. He mustn't have paid much attention to the conversation either because he slightly frowned and asked.

“What?”

Dean quickly looked from his brother to me as though something was suspicious and I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to kill whatever thoughts he was having. Probably getting the hint, he finally looked at Sam.

“That Claire can call us if she needs help on a hunt.” Dean repeated what we both hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam nodded, agreeing with the idea but I was sure that everyone could see in the gesture of his head that he wasn’t fully thinking about it. No one paid attention at the detached tone he used in his response and his eyes found mine again when he finished his answer.

Something warm appeared in my stomach and before I could think anything about it Jody asked if we wanted a desert, the happy squeal of Dean at the mention of pie bringing me back to Earth.

Once the last slice of pie was served and eaten by the glutton in front of me, Jody got up and grabbed the empty plate of lasagna.

Immediately, Eva and I followed her lead, taking the empty plates and cutlery and bringing them to the kitchen to put the dishes in the sink. Sam cleared the used glasses off the table while his brother put the drinks back in the fridge. Then the tall Winchester disappeared at the corner of the kitchen without a word, leaving us with Jody who started to roll up her sleeves.

“Wait, Jody, I’m gonna do the dishes.” Eva quickly interrupted her, reaching the sink before the sheriff could.

“Oh, you know you don’t have to.” Jody replied at the offer and my best friend shook her head.

“It’s fine, really. You invited us, the least we can do is help you out.” Eva explained and I joined her in front of the turned off faucet, agreeing with her.

“I’ll wipe the dishes.” I said, next to my best friend and Jody smiled.

“Well, thank you, girls. It’s very nice of you.” She declared, sending a knowing and dark look to the hunter still in the kitchen. Dean slightly looked at the ceiling as though he hadn’t heard and exited the room too, leaving us alone with Jody for the second time of the day.

“Thank you very much for dinner Jody, it was incredibly good.” Eva started the conversation as she washed a first plate. I grabbed the dish towel resting on the drawer, getting ready for when she was finished with it.

“I’m glad you liked it. Marco’s lasagna are the best, I can’t make them as good as he can.” Jody said and I smiled at her comment before taking the cleaned plate Eva was handing me.

The sheriff cleaned her kitchen counter, putting the few things on them in their right place and Eva took care of another plate. Once I was finished with mine I looked around, trying to find out where to put them and Jody joined my side.

“Here. I’ll put them away.” She said and I gave her the dish, thanking her and she knelt in front of a closet on my right.

“I’m gonna invite you more often if you clean this well. Claire and Alex aren’t really fond of doing the dishes.” She joked when straightening and Eva and I chuckled.

“Well we’re used to it, we don’t have a dishwasher back home. And it’s actually usually this way. I wash and Emily dries.” Eva explained and Jody smiled.

“I see that everything is in order. You two are a great team then.” She declared and Eva and I shared a look, a smile on our lips.

“Yeah.” I answered and Eva gave me another plate, winking at me before going back to her washing.

Then Eva gave me a third plate when Dean reappeared in the kitchen.

“Hey, Eva, do you have an extra phone charger for me by any chance?” He asked, leaning against a closet and my friend raised her head to look at him.

“Hum, no, I only have mine. Sorry.” She answered, her voice not as assured as usual, as though she wasn’t totally comfortable in this very moment.

“Can I borrow it?” He asked and she nodded her head, looking back at her hands squeezing the sponge.

“Sure, no problem. It’s in my bag upstairs.” She explained him and gave me another plate without meeting my eyes.

“Could you show me? I don’t know which bag is yours.” He said and I frowned. I was pretty sure he knew which bags were whose by now. I looked at my best friend again and felt her nervousness. I hated that.

“It’s the gray one, next to the bed closest to the door.” She answered and he moved away from the closet.

“Eva.” He said and she raised her head to look at him, leaving the dishes behind. “Do you mind showing me?” He repeated and even I had understood he wanted to talk to her alone. And as though she had suddenly understood it too, she raised her eyebrows.

“Oh.” She turned off the water. “Hum, sure.”

Eva turned towards me to borrow the dish towel so she could dry her hands and gave me a quick look. I frowned at her timid behavior and before I could try anything about it, she stepped away and turned to Jody.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” She declared and Jody stopped her with a movement of her hand.

“Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll take your place, it’s fine.” The woman replied and Eva nodded, shyly smiling before she followed the older Winchester out of the kitchen, leaving me with Jody.

Looking at Eva leaving, something tightened in my chest and it took everything in me to not just follow her. I just couldn’t stand seeing my best friend uneasy like that. I didn’t know what Dean wanted to talk to her about but she seemed nervous about it; and I sure hoped he wasn’t going to do or say anything stupid or I was going to have to punch him in the face.

I felt myself straightening as I remained alone with Jody. Of course I had seen that she was welcoming and friendly, but she was still a stranger to me and I didn’t feel comfortable with people I didn’t know. Even with the ones I knew. Sometimes. And finding myself alone with her meant I would be the one talking with her. I would be the one she would ask her questions to. And I was far from ready for that.

Jody turned on the faucet again and started to clean the rest of the dishes, the silence around us way more appreciated by me than the potential questions she could have. But unfortunately, the silence didn’t stay long.

“So, Sam told me you’re a doctor.” Jody broke the silence and after tensing at the mention of the younger Winchester, I realized her question was about my career. Something I was way more comfortable talking about.

“Yes, I’ve been working at the ER for a while now. It’s pretty intense but I’ve always wanted to be a doctor.” And it was the truth. As far as I could remember, I had wanted to be a doctor. To help people, heal them, helping them get better. Understanding the human body and learning about it. Making a difference.

“Oh I’m sure it is. One of my girls, Alex, she’s a nurse at the hospital. And I know it’s not the same thing but she’s always exhausted after being on duty all night.” She explained and I nodded, taking the next cleaned plate.

“Being on duty is exhausted for sure and for all the health care personnel. But even when not working at the hospital, nurses have a pretty exhausting job as it is.” I told her and I appreciated to hear the tone of my own voice, the honeyed and timid one slowly replaced by my natural voice’s timbre.

“That’s true. Does being a doctor run in your family?” She then asked, adding some dish soap on the sponge.

“No. But my mom’s a nurse.” I told her and Jody looked at me, a smile on her face.

“Really? She must be really proud of you. Everyone, actually. Being a doctor is such an admirable job. And from what I’ve heard, you’re a remarkable one.” She declared and I felt myself blushing. I quickly looked away from her gaze, uncomfortable at her kind words in my regards.

“Thank you.” I shyly said and knelt to put the last plate at its place, using this action as an excuse to be away for a second. To be able to take a breath.

“You have a very laudable profession too, you know. And not an easy one.” I told her, trying to steer the conversation towards her rather than me.

“You’re being kind.” She chuckled and I smiled at her, meaning my words. “But thank you.”

Afraid that she would ask another question, I decided to take action and wondered about her daughters.

“So, hum, your daughter Alex is a nurse. What does Claire do?” I asked and I didn’t understand Jody’s expression for a second. She seemed almost surprised but quickly, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth when she looked at me again.

“Well, I try to get her into college, learn about anything she wants but she doesn’t feel that way.” She sighed, rinsing the cutlery before giving them to me. “She’d rather hunt and it’s not that I’m against the idea. Or maybe I am… the only thing is that she isn’t being careful yet, she’s too young and too inexperienced. And of course she’s too stubborn to want help. At least not from me.” She explained and I felt bad for Jody. She seemed to try so hard to keep them safe, it must be difficult to see their child doing something dangerous everyday.

“I just worry about her.” She finally said and I nodded.

If I had decided to go crazy and become a hunter, I had no doubt my parents would have been worried to death too.

“But enough about this.” Jody quickly said before I could reply anything. “The boys told me you and Eva were roommates. Where do you live again?”

I wanted to try and reassure her, even though I had never been really good at this but she quickly changed of topic. And even if I was willing to go pass my discomfort of personal confessions to try and help her out, I respected her desire to not talk about it. If I was trying to change of topic, I would like her to follow my lead too. So I answered her question.

“Topeka, in Kansas. We’ve been living together for a few years now, actually. We had talked about this as a dream since forever but we actually did it after I graduated.” I told her, remembering the late night conversation in our beds at our childhood houses, talking about the apartment we would share. Me dreaming about the window walls and Eva already imagining our sexy neighbors. She had been quiet disappointed when she met Mrs McCarthy instead of two handsome guys she would have declared ‘perfect for us’.

“It’s not easy to actually live your friend, even when you get along with them. But you two seem to pull it off very well.” Jody said with a smile and I nodded, agreeing with her.

“Yeah, I was a bit worried about this, actually. We were spending all of our time together, but it’s not the same as living with them 24/7. But we tried it and now we’ve found our own balance, so it’s great. And with our work, we can also have our own alone time.” I explained, silently asking her where to put the cutlery and Jody pointed to a drawer next to me.

“I’ve been with a roommate too, but during college. It was a long time ago, now.” Jody joked and I laughed at her comment. I didn’t know her age but I was sure she wasn’t as old as she pretended.

Trying to not think about it too much, I took a short second to appreciate how comfortable I was starting to while speaking with her. Maybe it was something that emanated from her or maybe the topic we were talking about, but I enjoyed how less tensed I was starting to be.

“Where you sharing a flat with friends?” I asked, wanting to know more about her and her time as a roommate. And she seemed to appreciate my question as she smiled.

“I’ve done both, actually. I started with two friends and it went pretty well until they moved away. Then I had to find new roommates, it’s more convenient to share a flat when you’re a student.” Jody explained and I agreed with her. Having a roommate both have bad and good sides and while I hadn’t thought about it, Eva had pointed out how financially better it was than when we had our own apartments.

“So after a few months alone, I decided to open the apartment to anyone willing to share a flat. That’s how I met one of my greatest friends, actually.” Jody continued and I smiled at her story.

“Wow, that’s great. I would have never been able to share a flat with a stranger. I admire you for doing that.” I told her, meaning it and she smiled again, both at my comment and the memories obviously coming to her mind.

“I was a bit scared, not everyone around me thought it was a great idea but it turned out pretty well. Sometimes you have to take that scary step to have something great happening to you.” She declared and something strange tightened in my chest at her words. She sent me a look I couldn’t quite understand and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Before I could say anything back, I felt my body slightly tensing on its own before a voice resonated in the room.

“Found it. I know where they’re hiding. I tell Dean and we’re ready to go.” Sam declared before I could see him and I slightly turned my head to look at him. His eyes found mine for a second before he looked at Jody again.

“Alright, I’ll get my things.” She said, turning the faucet off and drying her hands before she left the room. Sam sent me another look before joining her.

I hadn’t even realized I had trouble breathing correctly before I was left alone in the kitchen.

What the hell was happening to me?

Eva’s POV :

Making sure to leave the door opened behind me, I knelt besides my bed and grabbed the grey bag at the foot of it. Searching for my phone charger, I heard the door slam, making me slightly jump in the process. But what really startled me was Dean’s sudden loud voice.

“Have you lost your mind?” He strongly asked and I quickly raised to my feet and took a step back, taken aback by the sudden sharpness of his tone.

“Wha-what?” I stuttered, not understanding the sternness of his features.

“What were you thinking leaving this house? Do you realize how stupid and dangerous that was?” Dean questioned again, his voice rough and his eyebrows furrowed.

He wasn’t yelling, but it was just like it. My heart hammered in my chest when I understood we hadn’t come up here to take a phone charger but so he could let me know of his disapproval, away from everyone. I had already felt guilty at the dinner table, intensely regretting the choice made to leave this place. But after Jody’s talk and the way we had changed of topic, I had hoped that we had all moved on. Of course I would have had my own guilt to deal with but it would have calmed down eventually. It just needed a little time. But knowing that Dean was still mad at me about it wasn’t going to help for sure.

“I- We-… It was just…” I tripped over my words, incapable of thinking at the moment.

A part of me knew we hadn’t done anything wrong per say. Emily and I had talked about it, she had reassured me at the diner. And there was Jody. Their friend and sheriff of the town had declared that we could leave her house if we wanted. She had only asked for us to be careful. And we had been.

“We’re not here on vacation, this a case. A hunting job. There are djinns in this town kidnapping and killing people. And you go out for a bagel? Without telling me?” Dean continued, his voice strong and his brows almost touching each other.

“I… Jody said it was okay to go out. She just said to be careful.” I finally said, trying to justify myself and I hated how childish I sounded.

Dean let out a scoff at this and shook his head, looking at the ceiling for a short second before looking back at me.

“To be careful? And how careful have you been, huh? Do you even know what djinns do? I’ll tell you.” He started, his face closed and upset.

“Dean.” I tried to interrupt him. The last thing I wanted was to hear about some scary story. I knew we weren’t there for pleasure, I didn’t need a reminder. But as though he hadn’t heard me, Dean continued.

“All they need is one little touch and you go sleeping beauty, trapped in a perfect fucking dream life you never wanna leave. And during this time? They drain you from all your blood until you die. That’s what you want?” He raised his voice, taking one more step towards me and my throat clenched, my stomach tightening at his words.

I was gonna throw up.

“No! Of course not. Stop it, please!” I let out and turned away from him for a second. My throat still in knots, I could feel my blood quickly pounding in the veins of my neck. Dean didn’t move and thankfully, he stopped talking too, giving me some time to think. I took a shaky breath and looked at the floor, trying to regain some courage before talking again.

“I’m sorry.” I started, already feeling a bit lighter by just saying the words. “We were careful, Dean.” I said turning back to him, my voice quiet and as calm as possible, hoping the tone I’d use would make his calmer too. And would slow down my speeding heart. “Jody… Jody said to call her if we had a problem.” I continued and Dean immediately cut me off, jumping at my words and taking a step towards me.

“No. No, no, no. Something happens to you, you call me. Not Jody. Me!” Dean shouted and my heart jumped in my chest.

“I call you, Dean!” I said back, closing my eyes for a moment and I could feel my own voice breaking a little. I took a deep breath, my eyebrows furrowing as I poorly tried to keep my emotions under control. I raised my head and Dean’s face softened when our eyes met. “I call you. When Emily was missing, you’re the one I called. Not the police. You. If I’m in troubles, I would call you.” I reminded him, looking in his eyes.

“And you don’t have to try and scare me with all the horrible details, I’m already scared as it is. Don’t worry.” I let out, falling on the bed behind me and played with my hands in a nervous gesture. I could see the tips of Dean’s boots in my peripheral vision as silence remained in the room for a moment. Then I added. “I know you’re mad at me but please… Stop yelling.” I asked, closing my eyes at my request.

I hated this. I hated this so much. I didn’t want him to yell, I didn’t want him to be mad at me. I just… If only I had send this stupid text message…

I heard Dean faintly sigh in front of me before feeling the bed lowering next to me. Dean’s arm brushed against mine as he sat by my side and somehow I could breath a little more easily.

“I’m not mad… I’m worried.” Dean declared and something heavy left my chest at his words. I raised my head to look at him and he continued. “Sweetheart, I don’t want anything happening to you or Emily because of a stupid bagel.” He declared, his voice calmer and his eyes softer.

“I know… I know. I don’t want that either, you know.” I told him, looking away for a moment and stared at my hands on my lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but, Jody didn’t seem worried and we’ve been careful. I’m always careful.” I said and Dean put his hand on my thigh and I hadn’t even realized I was shaking it. I felt it calm down under his warm palm and took a quiet breath. My heart calmed down, my throat and stomach relaxed too and I felt a bit more like myself.

“I know, you’re careful, Eva. That’s not this I’m worried about.” He started and I bit my lip. “Listen, you just don’t know what it’s like to be under a djinn’s spell, okay. I do.” He confessed and I raised my head to look at him, surprise in my eyes.

I knew something had happened to him in relation to those monsters. I opened my mouth to ask questions, feeling like myself again, wanting to know more about what had happened. But Dean must have sensed that I was gonna ask questions and shook his head.

“Not now, please.” He asked and I closed my mouth, respecting his choice. I hoped that one day, he would tell me about this too. “Just… Promise me you’ll text me next time. Just let me know those kind of things. I don’t say I’ll be happy about it but…” He didn’t finish his sentence but I knew what he meant.

“But at least you’ll know. Got it.” I said, nodding. And I meant it, I got it.“I’m sorry, Dean, I didn’t mean to worry you.” I said seriously, finally holding his gaze and he gave me a light smile. I felt his thumb moving on my leg in a reassuring gesture and I tried to give him his smile back.

“And I’m sorry I yelled.” He said, searching my eyes and I appreciated it. This time I felt my smile reached my eyes.

Then Dean playfully pushed my shoulder with his, a smirk on his face, and all the previous tension in the room disappeared. “Was it good at least?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity and I frowned.

“Was what good?” I asked back and Dean tucked his chin at my question.

“Well, your bagel, of course.” He replied and my face relaxed in realization, a little smile taking place on my lips. Seeing his soft features made it all so much easier.

“Oh, yes. Jody gave us a very good address. I’m sure you would have loved it.” I told him, my grin widening at the change of topic.

“I’ll have to give it a try then. Even though I’m more of a burger kind of guy.” He declared with some pride in his voice, probably loving his own tastes and I chuckled at his face.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I told him with a smile, locking eyes with him.

Looking into each other’s eyes, it felt like all argument and tension had never happened. The silence surrounding us wasn’t heavy or stressful anymore but calm and quiet. Staring into his green orbs, my smile lightly faded and I felt the air shift around us. I wanted to know what had happened. I wanted to tell him I was having a really hard time keeping everything from Emily. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t enjoying hiding it. Hiding us. I wanted to tell him… I wanted…

Something was suddenly different and I felt my body moving closer to his on its own. As if pulled by an invisible strength, I turned my body towards his and his eyes fell on my lips before finding my irises again. My heart fastened when he lowered his head towards me, placing his hand on the side of my head and I ached to feel his lips on mine again. I closed my eyes in anticipation, felt his nose bumping into mine before his lips brushed against mine.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice from downstairs made me slightly jumped, breaking the moment and Dean sighed in front of me, resting his forehead on mine as he closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He whispered against my lips and I chuckled at his annoyance.

Then Dean straightened and moved away from me but kept a hand around my waist. Sighing again, he pinched his lips.

“What!” He screamed back to his brother and I cursed at his yell, turning my head away so he wouldn’t yell in my ear again. Surely, screaming from one room to another wasn’t the most enjoyable for ears. But apparently the brothers didn’t mind because Sam yelled back.

“Found it!”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam’s words and our eyes met. He must have found where the djinns were hiding. Where the victims were held captive.

“The hiding place?” He asked as to make sure they were talking about the same thing and Sam confirmed his thoughts.

“Yep. Now get your ass down here, we got to go.” Sam declared and he was right, if they knew where the djinns were hiding they needed to leave as soon as possible.

Dean stared at the door for a second then looked at me again. Searching my eyes for a moment, I didn’t know what he was looking for. But they couldn’t wait another minute here when people were in danger, I knew that. So, I patted his chest gently before moving him away.

“Go.” I simply told him and he nodded, standing up. I mimicked his movements and followed him to the door. But a tiny pressure appeared in my stomach and I needed to be sure of something before he left.

“Dean?” I stopped him, grabbing his wrist. The hunter turned towards me, eyebrows raised.

“What?” He asked and I slightly frowned.

“We’re good, right?” I shyly asked and Dean smiled at me, this simple expression easing everything.

“Of course we are. Now, come on.” He declared, grabbing my hand and leading me in the hallway.

Emily’s POV :

Dean and Eva went down the stairs and it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her. Not knowing what to do with myself between Sam and Jody once he had found out where the monsters were hiding, I was glad to see the familiar and comforting face of my best friend. And apparently, she seemed more relaxed than when she had left the kitchen. I was glad to see this and when her eyes found me, she offered me a wide smile, walking to me and confirming my thoughts.

“So, where are they?” Dean asked as he walked down the last steps.

“An old factory outside of town. The police department had already searched it, but didn’t found anything. But I had a feeling. So I looked it up and found the blueprints of it. Apparently, there’s a hidden basement in the left wing of the building. I’m sure they’re here.” Sam explained and I couldn’t help but feel a bit strange at the mention of the blueprints. This man could truly get any information he wanted.

Eva finally stood next to me, listening to the younger brother and I felt her head landing on my shoulder for a second. An affectionate gesture I appreciated. Then she put a light and discreet kiss on my sweater and I smiled at her when she straightened. I didn’t know the actual reason behind her loving gesture but silently enjoyed it.

“The original way to the basement ‘s been clogged, that’s why the police didn’t find it. But I’m sure they’re there. It’s quite, away from everything and everyone, in the dark. It’s the perfect location for them.” Sam continued, showing the blueprints as he talked and Dean nodded, not even doubting his brother’s theories.

“Alright. Let’s check it out, then.” The older hunter declared and Sam stood up from the couch, closing his laptop and putting it on the coffee table.

Jody, Sam and Dean, all three started to move around the living room, taking their coats, grabbing their keys, checking their guns. Preparing everything they needed to face the monsters they were heading to while we stood there.

“So, how can we help?” I asked, not wanting to be benched or locked in this house again.

But as soon as the question slipped from my lips, Sam raised his eyebrows at me and I stared at him. I knew we weren’t hunters but I was growing tired of being useless in this case and wanted to help them out. After all, there were people in danger and I wanted to help save them.

“No, you’re not coming.” Sam stated, understanding what I meant with my question. “This is way too dangerous and you aren’t prepared for this. So you’re staying here.” He declared and I hated him in this very second. I didn’t let anyone boss me around and tell me what to do. But as I was about to respond something, I met his gaze and shut my mouth. I didn’t know how he had managed to do that but I hated it. I hated him.

“We just wanna help you on this.” Eva tried, backing me up. I both loved her for this and hated how it made me feel like I couldn’t argue myself.

“We know. But it’s way too dangerous and you’re not hunters. We don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.” He repeated and I clenched my jaws.

It had better not become the new excuse to everything.

“He’s right on this one, girls. I’m sorry.” Jody declared, incapable of supporting us in this argument. I knew she meant well but in this moment I just hated how everyone was babying us.

“Alright, let’s go.” Dean said, putting an end to all this and I glared at him too. But as though he was more open to discussion than earlier that day, he sighed and tilting his head. “We’ll call you if we need help, but for now, you stay here.” He said with a rapid smile and I rolled my eyes at his face.

All of them walked to the front door, Dean holding it so Jody could step out of the house first. Then Sam readjusted his jacket and sent me a look. A look that could both mean ‘Stay here. I’m serious.’ and ‘Stay safe.’ But I kept sending him a dark look, still upset to having to stay here again. Sam slightly clenched his jaws and I enjoyed the idea of annoying him, an imperceptible smile on my face.

Then he started to leave the house too but before he could fully step outside, Eva stopped him.

“Guys.” She called and both of them turned to look at her. “Be careful.” She asked and they nodded in sync, Sam leaving immediately after while Dean gave us another look.

“Lock behind us.” He declared and closed the door, leaving Eva and I alone again.

My best friend let out a sigh next to me and I turned to her, shaking my head when our eyes met.

“I hate them.” I told her and in this moment, I meant it. Eva chuckled, knowing what I meant and went to the door to lock it.

We were going to wait. Here. Again.

Ugh.

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Fix This (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Early spoilers, death, big sad. A re-write of an 8 year old post I did.

Word count: 816 v small dabble

She never seemed to have trouble with distance. Traveling for days, and completely content in simply watching the world fly past the windows as she was more or less forced to relocate for the umpteenth time with her companions. Always eager to learn something new about wherever she was staying, even if it was only for a short while.

There was acceptance in being days upon weeks away from her family and that old ranch home she was raised in. No matter how greatly she missed their familiar voices and the silly games they all would play on the Holidays, it was all a tolerable ache.

She could handle a lot of things, but not this.

Standing at the opposite end of the dark, eerily empty hotel room, her gaze lingers on the tense muscles of his back as he sat slouched forward just at the edge of the bed. His eyes dark and heavy-lidded from sorrow, pain, and a clouded mind that refused to acknowledge anything beyond his hurt.

Despite their closeness within the same room, the two couldn’t have been further apart. That little space between them seemed to stretch on for miles, a hallucination - as if you could chase after him and never manage to close the gap. And she wanted to chase.

She wants to reach out, break this painful silence they’ve been encased within for what seemed like an eternity. She wanted to fix him - to fix this. Take the pieces of the entire mess and put it all back together somehow. Make it so he had never agreed to follow his brother down this path all those years ago, though it had been for a good cause. But how was anyone to know that this would happen? That a good cause could end with such heartache?

How were they to know that this young man would be forced to watch his father give up his life for his oldest son, who in turn, gave up his own for this disheveled mess in front of her.

Save John and go back to your normal life. That was the deal, yet here the duo were. There was hardly any sleep to be had with a rare stop for a bite to eat as they searched in desperation for any way to bring his brother back, and the lack of answers only made him worse. Sam was falling apart before the girls eyes, day by day and there was no stopping it. The man she loved was becoming a mere shadow of himself.

She takes a sharp breath, bracing herself for the wave of emotions to soon come crashing into her, pulling herself away from the faded and peeling wall only to walk right past the empty and neatly kept bed that he would have slept in, ignoring the chill that danced through her spine at the thought of seeing his 6’3” form tangled up in the sheets. Completely lost in his much happier dreams.

“Sam,” his name falls from her lips, vanishing into the darkness and going unnoticed. Not even the skin to skin contact was acknowledged, as if they had become ghosts to one another.

It was with a squeeze on his shoulder that had finally caused his body to relax and slowly he had turned to her, the sight of tears threatening to spill over with a rosy tipped nose had her breath halted within her chest, the crushing tsunami of hopelessness settling deep into her bones.

His lip begins to quiver as he tries to speak, though he hadn’t been given the chance as she moves around the bed, standing just between his parted knees to hold him close. Her fingers roam through unwashed hair, cradling him as he leans in against her - surrendering, letting emotions and fatigue weigh him down to the point where his arms are unable to reach out in return. They stay in the moment, basking in the silence until there is a sudden tremble as her hand runs along his back, a small sob breaks through just after and she swears her heart is being held in an iron grip, tightening with every gasp of air.

He held her then. Strong arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling the girl impossibly close as he now began to imagine a life where he had to do this all on his own. He was grateful she hadn’t left him through all of this torment - grateful he didn’t have to be alone. And yet, he did feel alone without his brother at his side.“It’ll be okay,” she says, body folding forward to place gentle kisses along his mess of hair, swaying him softly from side to side as he continues to dampen her sweatshirt with fallen tears

“We’ll find a way to fix this, Sam. We always do.”

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Stupid Squeeze (3)

WC: 1.7k word Warnings: Size difference. Smut. Semi-public sex. Degrading kink. Body worship. Breeding kink. Praising kink. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Aftercare. Don't be like Lily, don't trust strangers like that.

Lily whined when she felt some tugging by her side as Sam left, feeling stuffed to the brim with his cum.

No one had ever filled her so much, no cock had ever been so deep inside her.

She followed the hand, moaning as she sat down and the cum started leaking, but it had no time to escape her.

Dean's cock was inside her before she could even identify his presence, but Lily was quick to toss her arms onto his shoulders when he sought her lips for a kiss.

They were going to spoil her for any other men, Sam and Dean.

He pulled back, kissing his way down her neck.

"Missed me already?" he chuckled against her skin.

Lily whined.

Fuck, he was so big.

Sam was big, but Dean... Dean was so thick. It was as if she hadn't even had a cock in her, he was stretching her so much.

"My brother made you all messy, I see," he squeezed her waist. "Hear how slippery your pussy is?"

Dean held her in place, pulling back, and trusted sloppily into her.

Fuck, the squelching of her cum filled cunt was the most vulgar thing she could have heard.

They were going to spoil her for any other men, Sam and Dean.

He pulled back, kissing his way down her neck.

"Missed me already?" he chuckled against her skin.

Lily whined.

Fuck, he was so big.

Sam was big, but Dean... Dean was so thick. It was as if she hadn't even had a cock in her, he was stretching her so much.

"My brother made you all messy, I see," he squeezed her waist. "Hear how slippery your pussy is?"

Dean held her in place, pulling back, and trusted sloppily into her.

Fuck, the squelching of her cum filled cunt was the most vulgar thing she could have heard.

"You're just a drippy slut," he chuckled, and she whined.

Gosh, their mouths!

"Dean," she moaned.

He moved back, biting her lower lip.

"You're so fucking used," he moaned darkly, his cock fucking her very slowly. "Wanted us so much you didn't even mind getting into a car to have it."

He took one hand from her waist and grabbed her shirt, pulling it down until her tits were exposed, and she moaned when he put his mouth on her nipple, sucking and biting on it.

"Dean," she moaned, feeling her mind cloudy.

"So bouncy and eager," he moved his hips under her, very lazy.

He grabbed her hips again, and each time their hips met, he made sure to have her tits bouncing.

"You're so soft," he praised. "Those thick thighs, round ass... big tits."

She whined, his teeth brushing against her skin.

"Sweet soft belly, just waiting to get round when we knock you up."

Lily moaned.

Fuck, the idea of getting bred by them shouldn't make her so fucking horny and stupid.

"Look at those tits, Sam," Dean chuckled. "It's like a real-life porn star."

Her face burned in embarrassment.

No one had ever desired her so much.

Sam pushed his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back.

"Our little porn star," Dean hummed, eyes setting on hers. "Maybe we could keep you."

She moaned.

"Yes," she cried. "Keep me."

One night and Lily was spoiled for any other man forever.

"Dean," Sam panted. "We shouldn't."

Was he touching himself?

Dean slammed her down again, and her eyes almost crossed.

"Or we can pay little visits," he added. "Watch as your belly grows."

Her cunt fluttered.

God, fuck...

She was going to cum again.

"Then when that baby is born, we can snatch you up and breed you again."

Lily couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, tossing her head back and crying out as she fucking came just from his cock and his words.

"Look at that," Dean grunted. "She loves it, Sammy. She wants it so, so much-"

He took his hand down, bouncing her just a little bit as his hand moved to her clit, rubbing her fast.

"Dean," she cried.

He moved her quickly, laying her on the seat and lifting her leg, fucking her fast and hard as his finger tortured her, and she couldn't do more than cry, and gasped when Sam shoved his lips into her mouth.

"Shut up," he hissed. "Shut up and take it, stupid squeeze."

Lily wouldn't know where her first orgasm ended and the one right after began, but Dean's was triggered by it.

If Sam hadn't gotten his cum all the way into her womb, then Dean was absolutely doing so.

She was so fucking dizzy as he pulled out, so very slowly, and Sam's lips abandoned her.

She heard so movement and felt him getting her top back to place before he pulled back.

"Hey," Dean panted. "You got any more trail mix?"

She opened her eyes, a little whiny.

Trail mix?

Sam scoffed.

"I have wet wipes and water. We'll have to find food somewhere else."

Lily pouted.

What, no cuddling?

Well... not like there was much space for cuddling in the car.

A hand caressed her thigh and pulled her feet, and she looked forward to find Sam sitting in front of her, and sighed when he started massaging her feet.

"What do you say, baby girl?" Dean spoke. "We can take you for some very late night dinner."

She thought in silence for a moment.

Oh, food would feel good.

As long as she didn't have to get up, right?

"Where to?"

Sam grinned in the dark, and she could feel the car coming to life under her.

"How about some drive-in?" Dean chuckled. "Cause your clothes aren't really appropriate anymore."

Lily looked down at herself.

Her top was alright, but her skirt was just ripped, yeah. No way she could get out of the car without flashing the world.

And yet, all she could do was giggle.

"I'm in."

Sam reached for her, caressing her cheek.

"We'll take you back to your place once you are fed and dehydrated, sweet girl," he told her, very calmly, nothing like the man who had just fucked her stupid. "I have a shirt you can take, I'm sure it'll look enough like a dress and we will walk you to your door." She smiled. He was so sweet.

"Alright."

Sam continued to rub and massage her feet as Dean drove away, and she was grateful when he tossed something over her legs when they approached a lit-up area.

"So, little flower, what can we treat you with?" he asked.

She looked up. Was that Mcdonald's he was driving to? Nice.

"A cheeseburger, fries and a soda, please."

"I think the water would be better," Sam pointed.

Lily pouted.

What? Water?!

But he reached for her, petting her chin.

"If you are a good girl, then you'll drink water," he told her. "You need to rehydrate."

Dean got her both.

Lily had to sit down to eat, and her eyes widened the moment a blob of cum leaked from inside her.

Gosh, why did she feel like she would be feeling them in her for days?

"The seat has seen worse," Dean passed her the bag with food. "Don't worry."

Sam scowled a little to himself.

"Thank you," she opened the bag. "You guys didn't need to do this."

Dean shook his head.

"That's the bare minimum," he scoffed.

Sam reached for her, squeezing her knee.

"What Dean means is that you deserve to be treated well," he told her. "You just indulged us, and it is our turn to pamper you."

Her face burned.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

Lily bit her lower lip, picking up a fry.

"Hm..." she bit the tip of it. "I do have a question for you two."

Sam rubbed her knee.

"Yes?"

"When you were dirty talking..." she spoke slowly.

They said a lot of things. Called her a lot of things.

"Did you not like it?" Dean asked.

"No," she shook her head. "I mean. Yes. I liked it. Sam, stupid squeeze... amazing."

He chuckled.

"Thank you," he smiled. "I thought of it on the spot."

Lily sipped her water.

"But did you mean it?" she asked.

Sam softened by her side.

"We don't think you're stupid," he told her. "Or a slut."

"Or a dumb whore," Dean added.

She squirmed, the words affecting her a bit.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "But... hm... the other bit?"

Dean turned around to look at her, a bit confused.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"Oh," Sam gasped.

The car fell into silence for a moment.

"We don't want to kidnap you," Dean said quickly. "Or hurt you."

She snorted out, laughing.

Well, that was a good thing, she didn't want to be stuck in a car with two men who intended to kidnap her.

"Well, and?" she asked.

Sam bit his lower lip.

"I... hm..." he spoke slowly. "Well... would it be bad if I meant it a little bit?"

His eyes traced her body, and she giggled.

"It was caveman brain," he assured her. "I just..."

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

She giggled.

"Well, don't throw me in the trunk, but maybe we could go out for coffee tomorrow?" she proposed.

They were very nice men. Fun to be around, interesting and hot.

And there were two of them!

Where else would she find such a good pair of specimens?

Sam looked at her, interested.

"Maybe-"

Dean cleared his throat.

"Sam, the business trip was supposed to last until today," he reminded him.

Lily looked at them.

Oh, yes. They were from out of town.

"But we can stretch it a little," Dean added, looking a little cheeky. "We won't be missed until after the weekend."

Helen relaxed, resting on the seat.

Oh, come on... she didn't want to let them go!

"Do you have a place to stay the night?" she asked. "You know, my bed is pretty big."

Sam smiled by her side, and Lily knew she had him.

"Big, is it?" Dean asked. "How big?"

She giggled, biting her lip.

"Pretty big," she assured them. "It fits us three."

More silence, and he sighed.

"Alright, then," he decided. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

. . .

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[topofmythighs]

slow down

sam winchester x female reader

rundown: reader is so excited to show sam everything she bought while the boys were busy.

based on: “slow down” by chase atlantic

warnings: where do i begin? dom!sam, sub!reader, daddy!kink, hands fetish, spit!kink, breeding!kink, unprotected!sex, toy!play, degradation!kink, dd/lg themes, bde fetish. but aftercare central <3333 please don’t read this if the themes in this work make you uncomfy, or if you’re under the age of 18.

word count: 3,462

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she and sam have always been different from one another.

she has looked put together every day since she and sam met. even when she would meet him first thing in the morning at bobby's house, sam couldn't find a single flaw. her hair was always done, and her nails too. she always had accessorized outfits put together, and even when sam would catch her underdressed, she still stole his heart. he admired how someone so effortlessly beautiful would still work to prove that she was godly.

a lot of people gawked at her and would question why sam was with her. the intent of their concern was almost always surrounding her dark demeanour mixing with his - like water to oil - but sam found it quite endearing. he always has, even as their relationship has shifted from college lovers to on-the-road soulmates. he never questioned his attraction to her.

she stayed home most of the time, keeping her promise to sam that she wouldn't get involved in hunting. she would join them on their trips sometimes, but sam made sure she was never seen with the winchesters. the brothers would always come home with a successful kill, and she would always come home with shopping bags from the mall. she rambles to the brothers about everything she gets, even though she knows they aren't interested.

the stars pass by quickly as the impala speeds down the back road.

"i got this cool new shirt," she says in the back of the car, holding it up so dean could see it in the rearview mirror. "it's got a motorcycle on it, it's pretty cool." she smiles and continues on with her shopping haul, and the brothers share gazes with each other, used to this routine. "i also noticed that neither of you guys have, like," she paused her thought as she looked through the bag. "nice clothes?"

"hey!" dean interrupts. "you're kind enough to do our laundry but mean enough to dump on our clothes?" his eyes are squinting at her in the rear view mirror, trying to be grumpy, but it’s impossible - even for dean - to be upset with her.

she giggles, and sam's heart lights up. "yeah, i guess i am, but whatever. here," she says, scooching to the middle of the backseat. she hands the men their gifts. "a few new flannels and some shirts for you both."

her head is in between the brothers', poking it into the front so she could see their reactions. she can feel the warmth of the men and is tempted to stay in this spot forever, but she’s pulled from her thoughts with a kiss on her cheek from sam.

"thank you, angel. you're too sweet."

she blushes and stares into his eyes, smiling. "couldn't find a lot of stuff for me, but i still needed to shop," she adds, sliding back onto the backseat and grabbing more stuff, but not showing the men. "oh, and, socks and underwear for you guys, too."

dean smiles at her through the rearview mirror. "thank you, kid. show me my stuff!"

she laughs and takes his items back from his lap, continuing to show off dean's items the same way she did hers. sam smiles to himself, so glad that his brother and her get along so well. he stares out the window, watching the corn fields zip by as dean crushes the speed limit. she keeps everyone entertained, her angelic voice telling stories about all the different kinds of people she saw at the mall. with her keeping everyone awake and laughing, the drive back to the bunker doesn't seem so long.

when dean parks the impala, she grabs her bags from the back, gets out, and skips her way to the door, swinging the bags around. sam laughs and shakes his head as he grabs his bag from the back, following her and dean following sam.

sam unlocks the door for everyone, his girlfriend's hands being too full to do it. she giggles at him and says thank you, immediately descending the stairs and going to put her stuff away.

"her routine is so cute," dean says as he and sam slam their dufflebags onto the table.

sam laughs. "it really is. thanks for the hunt, dean, but i'm exhausted. i'll see you in the morning?"

dean nods, tilting his freshly cracked beer to sam. sam smiles and makes his way down the hall to his and his girlfriend's room, seeing her arranging everything in their closet.

"hi angel," sam greets, closing the door. she turns her eyes away from the closet and blushes, greeting him back. "you got a lot of nice stuff today."

she smiles and nods, turning and walking towards sam. she takes his hands in hers and reaches on her tiptoes to kiss him. the bedside table lamps illuminate her face and the fairy lights from inside the closet give her a genuine twinkle to her eyes. "isn't it all so cute?"

he smiles back. "mhm, it's all super cute, angel." he kisses her again and then she pulls away.

"wanna show you what else i got today," she says, letting go of his hands. "close your eyes," she sings. sam feels her presence melt away, and she rustles a few bags. after a few moments, she pulls sam to where he needs to be, and he wraps his arms around her from behind. she gently tells him to open his eyes.

when he opens, his grip tightens on her. on the white blanketed bed, she's laid out a pink, lacy lingerie set and new sex toys in their packaging.

"what's all this?" he asks, kissing her head.

she spins around in his arms, giggles into his chest for a second, and then meets her black smudged eyes to his. "will you please play with me, daddy?" she asks, smiling cutely up at sam.

he smiles back at her, pulling her long hair gently so she tips her head back. he presses kisses along her neck, muttering "of course, i will, babygirl."

her hands are on his chest and they tighten around his shirt. "thank you," she whispers, her breathing deep.

sam smirks and moves so he can look into her eyes again. "let's get you changed," he says, hands tight on her hips as the twinkle in her eyes proves her innocence.

she giggles again, and sam feels his body grow warm. "i did back at the mall! do you wanna see?"

without replying, sam tugs at her black shirt, and she lifts it up over her head. her chest is hugged tight with black, lacy fabric, similar to the set on the bed.

"very pretty, angel," sam whispers, kissing her chest.

she pushes her hips towards his for friction. "daddy," she whines. "tired of standin'."

"put your stuff away then, babygirl," he says, and she quickly does, interpreting it as a command. she leaves out a new vibrator, though.

she holds it up to show sam. "thought we could try it tonight?"

sam smirks at her, his body becoming warmer. “i’d love to, angel.”

she walks until she’s right against his chest, looking up at him with her large doe eyes that make sam melt. she blushes from sam’s stare and opens her mouth, her tongue falling past her lips a little. sam grabs her hip and tugs her even closer, her body getting goosebumps from desire. he cups her jaw with his large hand, placing his thumb on her tongue.

although they were considered polar opposites, there was one thing the pair has always understood about each other with little to no communication, and that was what each other wanted during sex. the pairing may not have felt standard, but when bodies were glistening with sweat and the lights were turned down low, they crossed celestial paths, making each other feel like no other had. she was submissive, bratty enough to challenge sam some days, but obedient enough to make him melt. he took control of her every time he could, whether it was in the bedroom or not. this, her mouth open and waiting to be filled, was something the pair did a lot. sometimes an innocent act, sometimes not. she wanted reminders that she belonged to him, so she often found herself making her mouth busy with his fingers. sam always thought of it fondly, something his girl needed to feel safe, so he never argued against it.

“be good for me tonight, princess,” he whispers, and she looks at him with stars in her eyes.

her hand grabs his, gently removing his thumb from her mouth. “always, daddy,” she smiles.

he guides her to their bed, gently laying her down on her back. his fingers graced her thighs so lightly that she almost didn’t feel it, but she knew sam wanted her to be naked, all his. she nods at sam who is looming over her, and he delicately strips her of her tight black jeans. her hips buck at his touch, desperate for him to do more. his lips meet her bare thighs, jeans discarded on the ground. while he kisses her thighs, she tugs at his cotton t-shirt, and he pulls it over his head in seconds, adding it to the pile of disregarded, useless clothes on the floor. her fingers intertwine in his hair as his warmth radiates onto the neediest parts of her body. sam bites hickies onto her inner thighs, mouth so close to where she wants him most.

“daddy,” she moans, fingers tightening around his hair. “please, need you.”

he smirks and continues to kiss everywhere but behind her lacy lingerie. “that bad?” his fingers trace around her wet lingerie, proving that she wants nothing more. he presses more kisses to her thighs. “want these off.”

she giggles as she bucks her hips, helping sam pull the wet, lacy lingerie down her legs. her hands clamp back into sam’s hair, pulling as he finally exposes her. he pulls her legs over his shoulders so he can angle her perfectly. his tongue finds her wet heat, and he hears a loud moan from the submissive girl.

she tries to pull him closer by his hair. “daddy, more, please,” she whines, moaning more as sam’s fingers touch her clit.

“gonna finger fuck you while we play with that new toy,” sam mutters, pulling away from the pleading girl. her legs lay against the mattress again, her chest moving quickly. she tries to keep sam as close to her as possible, even as he opens the box of the vibrator. her hands are too distracting, so be grabs her face with his large, warm hand, forcing her to look at him. “slow down, pretty girl,” he whispers. her eyes glisten back, a small whine passing her lips. “daddy’s gonna take care of you, just slow down.”

his hand moves from her face, and she follows his body, sitting up to stay close to him. she’s sitting in front of him as he opens the box, his long fingers opening it as quick as possible. his hand wraps around the vibe so easily, and in her lovesick gaze, she drools. her spit falls onto his hand, sliding onto the toy. he looks at her. “my dumb, pretty princess,” he says.

her large doe eyes meet his again, lips glistening. she quickly tries to dry her mouth, close to muttering small apologies under her breath, but sam kisses her before she can. he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls as they kiss, bringing her onto his jean covered thigh. without direction, her arms wrap around sam’s neck as she humps his thigh, desperate beyond belief.

“want to use this on you, pretty girl,” sam mutters as his lips graze her skin. she replies with breathy pleas, laying back down so sam can take advantage of her.

he smirks as he sits above her again. he turns the toy on, pleasant that it comes pre-charged. her hips buck at the noise of the vibe, mouth falling open again. sam is gentle as he watches his angel’s face fall open from the pleasure of the toy against her clit. she’s loud and moaning for sam to finger her, and he does without objection. two of his long fingers stretch her hole, gaining short moans from the girl underneath him. he feels his cock throb in his jeans, desperate to have one of her holes taking it. her hand rests on his neck, bringing his face close to hers. her mouth falls open, and sam's cock throbs again.

"my whore," he mutters, looking into her sparkly doe eyes.

she nods, moaning a "yes, daddy," and sticking her tongue out.

sam kisses her cheek before spitting in her mouth, knowing that her desperation calls for any form of sam inside of her. she happily swallows and puts her face in his neck as her fingers her faster.

“daddy,” she moans against his neck. “need you- need you, please.”

he laughs a little to embarrass her, feeling her respond to him with another jolt of her hips. his fingers are sliding in and out of her with ease, wetness soaking them.

“of course, princess,” he says, removing his fingers from her. “stay put.”

she watches him, lacking stimulation. the toy is on the bed next to her and sam’s fingers are busy undoing his jeans. she moves her hips as she watches him take his cock out. it takes everything in her not to grab at him and put his cock in her mouth, but he asked her to stay put, and she always listens to him. he lays back down on top of her, and her arms wrap around his neck again. they kiss messily, both of them focusing on sam’s cock being inside her. she hasn’t felt this needy in a long time, and sam knows that it’s embarrassing her a little bit, but he remedies it by kissing all over her neck as he slides into her. her hands move to his back, and her black, sharp nails scratch at his back. they moan, the feelings of pain and pleasure mixing together. sam presses his face into her neck as her hands pull at his hair, begging for him to be as deep in her as he possibly can be.

“wan’,” she starts, being cut off by a moan.

“what babygirl?” sam asks, stilling his thrusts. he looks into her sparkly doe eyes, and she blushes.

“wan’ ride you,” she whispers, her hands tight in his hair. sam moans and kisses her deeply, sitting up and helping her adjust on top of him.

she giggles as she places her hands on sam’s shoulders, taking in just how buff and defined sam’s body is. she nuzzles into his neck, kissing it and pleading, “please breed me, daddy.”

sam moans as she rides him, leaving fingerprints in her hips as he helps her. her head tilts back, loud moans leaving her mouth as sam moves his hand from her hip to her back, skillfully undoing her lacy bra in one quick motion. he sucks at her nipples, making her clench around his cock. she grabs his hair, desperate to be as close to him as possible.

he uses his free hand to find the vibrator, placing it delicately into her clit as she bounces on his cock. her moans grow louder, arms wrapping around sam’s neck as he purrs praises into her hair that would give a priest a heart attack.

“daddy,” she whines, “daddy, please.” her black eye makeup is smudged from the small amount of tears leaving her eyes, the pleasure almost too much for her.

“what do you need baby?” sam asks, forcing his cock deeper into her hole.

“please,” she begs, clenching around his cock again. “need your cock in me as deep as possible,” she breathes out, trying to push down farther. she kisses his mouth hard and sloppy before putting her mouth near his ear and whispering, “please breed your little girl.”

sam moans loudly at the slutty plead, feeling his cock stiffen in her hole. he knows he’s close, so he turns up the speed on the vibrator so she feels the same. she pulls at his hair more, begging to have him cum in her.

“daddy,” she cries, more tears escaping her eyes. sam looks at her pretty face, growing closer to cumming when he sees her smeared makeup. “daddy, please, just cum in me!”

his hand finds its way around her throat, disregarding the vibrator and focusing on the notion of her head rush. his hand squeezes as he tells her to cum, and she does, crying loudly for sam to breed her.

with one more clench of her hole around his cock, he can feel his cock pulsing, cum pouring out and into her. she rocks more on him to savour the feeling of being full, her mouth hanging open and drooling onto his chest from pleasure. he tilts his head back, his hand leaving her throat and moving to her thighs to massage them while she sits on his cock in full bliss.

her hands move to his chest, resting them on there while we moves her up and off of his cock. he kisses her neck and down to her shoulders before she slumps against him, cuddling him closely.

“thank you,” she whispers.

he smiles down at her, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she shuts them to drown out the light from the side table’s lamp. “you’re welcome, angel. thank you.”

she only nods, her mouth beginning to fall open as her body falls slack from the intensity. sam smiles to himself, knowing that she’s quick to fall asleep after sex. he props up a pillow to take his place, laying her down onto it while he gets the essentials.

he’s quick to dress himself in a new pair of black boxers and a large thrifted t-shirt, curtesy of his angel. he leaves the room, turning down the hall lights in the bunker before refilling her comfort water bottle with ice cold water in the kitchen. he makes sure he’s quiet, hoping dean doesn’t hear him now and didn’t hear them all night. he makes his way back to his bedroom with no sign of dean, and quickly, yet quietly, shuts the bedroom door.

he notices her sat up in bed with the throw blanket wrapped around her, her hair messy and her makeup smudged even more. he smiles softly at her.

“here, baby,” he whispers, passing her the water bottle. “drink while i pick out a shirt for you.”

she smiles back, hoping the smudged eyeliner doesn’t make her look like a circus freak. she watches sam intently choose one of his soft t-shirts for her, and she feels her heart warm up when he chooses a purple graphic t-shirt. it’s so worn that anyone else could barely tell what was on it, but she remembers the purple dog shirt from their freshman year of college. her heart is still swelling when he hands the shirt to her, pressing a kiss to her head.

“arms up,” he mutters, and she follows his direction, happy when the shirt falls over her. he crouches down, holding her face in his hands. “you did so well for me, angel.”

she smiles the best she can, placing her hands over his much larger ones. “thank you.”

he kisses her again before grabbing a makeup wipe from the bedside table, carefully undoing all of the hard work on her face from the morning. she smiles as sam cups her face with one hand and gently rubs off her makeup with the other. “don’t forget to do this properly in the morning so it doesn’t look like i jumped your guts,” sam teases, and she nods, looking up at him with her relatively makeup free eyes.

he smiles at her again, tossing the wipe onto the side table and reaching for the second drawer to find a towel to wipe up her thighs. she offers to do it herself, but sam shakes his head, pressing more soft kisses to her thighs as he wipes up what he can.

their hearts pound with love and admiration for one another, the feeling only growing stronger as he lays down beside her and invites her to rest her head on his chest. she presses kisses to his body, all the way up to his lips, muttering a small loving compliment. he rubs her back as they fall asleep, both of them drifting off to sleep in the pitch black darkness of their chilly bedroom.

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[lailawinchesterr]

Part one, The call

summary: Mary and Melissa get a call that changes their life and forces them to head on a dangerous road; revenge.

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"Lils!" Mary calls from her spot on the couch, flipping the page on her book to the next as her eyes scan the pages. Monsters, vampires, demons, blah blah blah. Nothing about what they're hunting, granted they don't know what it is, but they'd at least know if it's in these books.

Two pages later Melissa has still failed to make her way out of the bathroom and to her sister so Mary gets up to knock on the wooden door, hand on her gun in her back pocket.

"Melissa? What's taking so long?" Just as she's about to knock the door down the handle moves and she quickly takes out her gun, not pointing it at the door yet.

The door opens fully to show Melissa's tear-stained cheeks, and her phone in her hand. Mary drops the gun to the ground and runs over to her older sister, taking the phone and hugging her. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Don't cry, what's wrong?"

"Mum... dad, they're—" Mary's eyes widen as she takes her sister's sobs into her shirt, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Carly and Loren Rhodes were on a hunting trip for three weeks, the girls were already worried as it is, but nothing could have prepared them for this. Nothing would prepare these little girls to hear that their mother and father went down hunting monsters and that they were now alone.

"Who called?" She asks quietly.

"Bobby." Mary nods and they both slide down into the bathroom floor, it seems easier than walking to the couch while Melissa is letting out everything she could ever feel and Mary's silently letting tears fall.

That was the first time the two girls had learned to grieve. They knew death was on the table, they're hunters of course, but they never truly understood it until days passed and the only time they'd hear their parent's voice was when they tried their voicemails.

Nothing truly changed even four months later.

"This is Carly Rhodes, I'm busy, leave a message. If it's urgent call Loren, 347-927-1037." Melissa's tears keep going and she takes a deep breath, grounding herself slowly.

"Hi, mom." She says softly, looking over and Mary who's sleeping on the bed next to hers, "I miss you." She whispers, "Mary and I are still hunting," she lets out a non-amused laugh, "We swore we'd stop after your funeral but... we needed to keep ourselves busy."

A beat. Two. The animated voice suddenly says, "Maximum time reached, if you want one extra minute press one." Melissa doesn't bother, shutting her phone off and taking a deep breath before throwing it across the room. She watches as it shatters onto the wall and Mary wakes up alarmed, her gun aimed at no one in particular as she waves it around.

"What—"

"Go to sleep." Melissa turns to give her younger sister her back.

The girls thought they'd be unstoppable, much like the brothers thought, but all it takes is a dead loved one and they're all broken pieces on the floor.

It didn't stop, not even four years later, though it did get better. They had each other so they went through it, rode out the grief and pain. Melissa drowned herself in books and cases, she soon forgot the meaning of a break, opting to stay busy instead.

Mary, on the contrary, had made her entire life into one big party, filled with booze and sex. And the occasional weed. Not to mention hunts, of course, it was the one thing both girls could agree on.

It helped ground them. Especially when they were looking for the sons of bitches who killed their parents.

Sam and Dean Winchester.

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[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Sam Winchester is my Valentine!

This photo with Jared is probably one of my absolute favorites. I walked up to him and the handlers handed him the headband and they told me he couldn't put it on his head. So I told him I wanted Sam to be my Valentine and he said "of course! I would love to!" Amd he put the headband ON HIS HEAD! You try telling Jared Fucking Padalecki what he can and can't do! Y'all know me, I about DIED when I thought about Sam being my Valentine! I know he's not real and Jared is married but just the idea really meant a lot to me. Happy Valentines Day, friends ❤🥰

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[bellamybellamyblake]

When the Sun Sets - Part 2

Our Job

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, bobby singer, ellen harvelle

Summary:

the fallout of morgan’s decision.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, vague mention of not eating for a while, slightly suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 8, following canon stops after the end of season 2, but things are definitely going to be mentioned.

Word Count:

4.3k ~ roughly

A/N:

you don’t even know how much i hate this part. there's so much dialogue i wanna cry. i tried to rush through all hell breaks loose as fast as possible so i can post my personal favorite part (the next one - the inbetween.)

dean: 27, morgan: 26, sam: 23

Morgan was silent the entire drive to Bobby's. The boys were talking as usual, but as she sat in the backseat, Dean wasn't letting her rest. If looks could kill, she'd have been six feet under before they got in the car. She knew he would demand a talk with her. And she wasn't clueless to the fact that Bobby would too when he saw Sam up and about.

She couldn't look her brother in the eye, but every time she felt his eyes on her, she'd glance up and away just as fast. She tried to think about how Dean felt when he found out about their father's deal to save him. As if he had to tread lightly on borrowed time or that he shouldn't have even been walking around in the first place. Like it was unfair that he was alive, and John wasn't. She had a feeling she'd be hearing about that.

She knew her brother wasn't stupid, and if anything, Bobby was smarter. Once Bobby found out it wasn't Dean, there was only one other person to turn to.

They'd probably try to make her regret it, but she didn't. She didn't think she ever could. Even if Sam felt guilty about it for the rest of his life, he would at least get to live the rest of his life. However long that might be.

Knocking on the door at Bobby's was tense. Dean wouldn't give her a moment of reprieve, his furious gaze staying put on the side of her head. And her not giving in only pissed him off more. She was preoccupied, to put it lightly, almost more nervous about Bobby's reaction. It didn't take long for him to answer the door, and he looked like his stomach was about to fall out of his ass.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean greeted, the same angry tone in his voice. Sam saying the same right after, but looking at his brother, confused. Morgan knew Sam had noticed their demeanors since he woke up, Dean looked like he was ready to commit murder and she looked like his next victim.

"Sam," Bobby stuttered out, pure shock on his face. "It's good to...see you up and around."

"Yeah, well, thanks for patching me up," Sam said as he patted the older man on the shoulder, walking right in like he belonged there. Which, to be fair, they all did.

Bobby was looking straight at Dean as he followed Sam, like he was the guilty one. "Don't mention it." Morgan followed her brothers, but as Dean looked at Bobby, shook his head, and looked at her, with an expression that told him everything, Bobby's bewilderment grew even larger and more obvious.

"Well, Sam's better. And we can get back into it now. So, what do you know?" She didn't look at him when she said it. She didn't miss Sam's confusion as he looked between the three of them, like he knew something was up but couldn't put his finger on it.

Bobby quickly filled them in, it was as if he was rushing to get all the information out in the open so he could pull Morgan off to talk. She could barely even blink before he was telling Sam to take a look at the map and to try to figure out why one single area of Wyoming was untouched by demons. Then he asked Morgan and Dean to help him bring some boxes out from his truck. The 'needing extra hands' excuse was nonchalant enough to get them alone. Dean nodded, and she could tell he was tempted to drag her out by her ear, but she wasn't about to go that easily. She wasn't about to get torn into that easily.

"I'll stay here," Morgan refused. "Give Sam another pair'a eyes."

"No, need all the hands I can get," Bobby ordered sharply. And at Sam's large eyes questioning why she wasn't going with them, she relented. She knew how this would go. They'd yell, act all mad, but then they'd realize why she did it. They'd realize they were more sad than angry and then they'd deflate.

It was only a few moments of stress before they got far enough out of ear shot when Dean shoved her up against one of the cars.

"You stupid bitch! What did you do, Mo?" He accused, holding her still by the collar. But she could see the terror in his eyes as he pushed her against the car a second time. It always came out in some kind of fury at first with him. This wasn't the first time Dean had shoved her. She knew she could take a few of his punches, and if that's what this came to, she'd be able to handle herself. There were very few living humans that could fight off Dean Winchester, and Sam and Morgan were most of them. "What did you do?!"

She didn't even bother fighting back, though, letting Dean keep his hands on her. She knew if she tried hard enough, she could get him off, but she just kept her  eyes on the ground. Too much of a damn coward to look at her brother. She couldn't bare to see more pain in his features, see how beaten down he was becoming. How tired he was.

"You made a deal. For Sam, didn't you?" Bobby asked, questioning her, like she had committed a crime and they were trying to put her in jail. Her silence was enough of an answer that Bobby sighed, shaking his head. "How long they give you?"

"Bobby-"

"How long?!" Dean demanded, gripping the collar of her shirt even tighter until his knuckles turned white, as if she'd try to get away. "You look at me, you coward."

She let out a shaky breath, putting off saying it for as long as she could. It was like pulling out her own teeth, but eventually looked at her brother and rasped out the words.

"One year."

Dean ripped his hands off of her, as if she burned him. In some kind of self torture, she kept her eyes on Dean, and it was like watching him catch Sam all over again. He didn't need to speak for her to know how upset he was, how ruined he felt, like he'd never have another win again. It was like watching Sam fall into his arms over and over and over. She could practically hear his heart shattering in his chest.

She finally turned back to Bobby after sitting in that for a moment, biting that bullet. He, hauntingly, looked exactly like her brother. He breathed. "Damn it, Morgan."

"It's why we gotta find Yellow-Eyes," Morgan declared, keeping her gaze away from her brother on purpose. "I can kill him myself, now. Got nothing else to lose."

With that, Dean shoved her again, the despair quickly wiped from his face, replaced with the white-hot anger from a moment ago. He was seething, but she still couldn't tell if it was because she beat him to the punch or if he was genuinely sad he'd lose her in a year. Probably a mix of both, but  she convinced herself it was the former rather than the latter. "I should send you downstairs ahead of schedule."

She kept her face blank as she chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, have fun with that."

"What is it with you Winchesters, huh?" Bobby asked, the emotion making his voice break. "You, your dad, you're all just itching to throw yourselves down the pit!"

"That's not the point, Bobby!" Morgan roared, getting angry now herself. She pushed Dean off of her with all her strength, which was stronger than she thought it was, given how exhausted she was. He stumbled back and she finally returned the death glares he'd been sending her all day. "At least now, Dad can get what he wanted."

"What does that mean?!" Dean shouted back at her.

"It means," Morgan paused, taking a breath, to stop herself from yelling anymore. "You and Sam? Better at hunting than I am. It means, you'll have one less mouth to feed."

"What?" Dean breathed, like he couldn't even believe the words coming out of his sister's mouth. Like he was shocked she could even say such a thing.

At the utter confusion he was doing nothing to hide, she realized they weren't as similar as she thought. She thought he had seen it. The way they were never able to take a break in whatever motel room they had found, even when John wasn't working a case. That it was always about who could follow orders better, who could get closer to the bullseye, who could disassemble and clean their guns quicker and to a higher standard. She had thought, as they grew up, he noticed it, and that's why Dean started backing off. He stopped getting on her case about doing what dad said, he stopped giving her tips on how to aim. She thought that was why he took back the knife he had given her, because he needed all the help he could get in fighting for John's approval.

Did he forget the fight they had? The only real fight her and Dean ever had? The only one about something more than the way they bugged each other? She had blown up at him, something she very rarely did. But Dean had cut her off, by saying the worst thing he had ever said to her. Something she'd never forget.

"You wanna know why I'm the one that goes on all the hunts with dad? Because I'm actually good at my job. You're just another person I have to take care of. I mean, Dad tells Sam to make sure you don't do anything stupid when we leave. And I'm fucking tired of it. I'm tired of you."

It was one of the few times she didn't regret punching him.

"Why would I let him die, when I could just...take out the defected one?" Morgan sobbed, overcome with tears she couldn't hold back anymore, that fight so prevalent in her mind. It never left her. And all the stress of the last few days, it all came pouring out. And even if she had forgiven Dean for saying it, she never really thought he didn't believe it. And she saw the realization dawn on him. "Something good can out of it. Maybe my life will finally mean something."

"What, and it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!"

She didn't look at Bobby, even after he yelled at her, she kept her eyes on Dean, and she knew he could finally see the toll their father's words had taken on her. The toll his words had taken on her. She was taking herself out of the race for the crown they had both spent their whole lives fighting for, and he didn't have to ask her why. She didn't have to tell him she knew he would've done it too, and he knew there was no way in hell she would've let him. Her and Dean's relationship was strained, but underneath all of it, they loved each other. They would protect each other with everything they had. And she was exhausted. This way the fight was over. He could officially be the one that ended up in John's best graces, but she would be dead, so she didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Morgan finally turned to Bobby, letting him see how drained she was. How little fight she had left in her. "Dean told me to patch him up but I didn't. I froze, and then he died because I couldn't move. I couldn't leave it-I-I had to fix it, Bobby. He's my little brother."

"Mo, it wasn't-"

"How's your little brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to Hell?" Bobby grilled her. Then he turned to Dean, if only to prove his point, not caring that he cut him off. "How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

"You can't tell him," Morgan begged, not letting Dean answer. "Whatever you do, just don't tell him. Please."

"He'll figure it out," Dean said, his voice hollow after finally getting the truth. "He's not stupid."

"I know. Just, not yet."

When Ellen turned up at Bobby's, and they had tested her with holy water, Morgan gave her a big hug. It was comforting, someone that didn't know what the last two days had meant to the Winchesters was in their presence. It was like she could finally relax. But when they realized what the yellow-eyed demon's plans were, they had to rush to the cemetery in Wyoming - the only time anyone had ever rushed into Wyoming.

They were already there by the time Jake had gotten into the cemetery, hiding behind tall headstones, staying out of sight. Once he had reached the plot he was looking for, Ellen, Bobby, Morgan, Dean and Sam stepped out from behind the graves, guns drawn and loaded. They surrounded him from all sides, trapping him in.

"Howdy, Jake," Sam said as they all inched closer and revealed themselves.

"Wait, you were dead," Jake said, dumbfounded. "I killed you."

"Yeah? Well, next time finish the job."

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Jake explained. And Morgan didn't miss when Sam looked at her and Dean with a question in his eyes. Morgan ignored it, and she was pretty sure Dean did too as they looked back at him. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

"Okay," Bobby said, trying to defuse the tension. But this guy had five guns on him, there was no way to calm this down. "Just take it real easy there, son."

"And if I don't?"

"Wait and see!" Sam threatened.

"What," Jake taunted. "You a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

"It's a thought."

"You had your chance. you couldn't."

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Morgan's hands were shaking. She didn't like this, she always hated this part of the job. The killing, the traps, the risks. Nothing ever went their way and she didn't think it would magically start now.

If her life experiences had taught her anything, it would be to expect the worst. Always.

Jake laughed evilly at Sam's words, like he was a bug under his shoe.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean seethed.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jake said, turning to Morgan. And she wanted to shoot him just for calling her that. "Do me a favor put that gun to your head." Her hand started shaking even more, as she fought the compulsion. But it was too much, she wasn't strong enough to fight it. Jake was forcing her with whatever powers he had. As soon as the gun was pressed against her temple, Jake laughed again, his voice sour and menacing. "See, Sam? That Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go!" Sam demanded.

"Shoot him," Morgan whispered shakily, like it took all of her strength just to speak. She didn't exactly want to die. They thought of going to Hell early? Well, it wasn't exactly on the to-do list. But she figured if one of them wasn't supposed to survive that night, it should be her.

Being held under the control of someone else was enough to strip her of all the energy Morgan had left. She couldn't get any more words out, her lips were pushed closed by an unseeable force. "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody put your guns down. Besides you, babe."

Bobby, Sam, Ellen and Dean all dropped their guns as Jake thanked them, and ran towards the crypt. Before she knew what was happening, she was pressing down on the trigger, but the gun was knocked from her hand and it went off in the air. The shot rang out, and it didn't take long for her to realize Dean had knocked the gun from her hand. Jake put the Colt in the lock, and the door on the crypt started to spin as Morgan heard four more shots ring out. By the time she had looked up, Jake was dying on the floor and Sam was above him, still pointing the gun at him.

"Please, don't," Jake begged, his voice gurgled from the blood going into his lungs. "Please-"

Sam fired out three more shots, killing him instantly.

Morgan had never seen Sam so bloodthirsty. The look on his face was inhuman, one of a monster that was ready to keep killing. But before she could dwell on it she heard the door to the crypt moving, and Bobby yelling at them to take cover.

"It's a devil's gate!" Ellen yelled at the Winchesters, as her and Bobby ran to it to try to close it. "A damn door to Hell!"

Before she could even move, an invisible force had thrown Morgan and Dean away from the gate, her head bashing into a grave stone a little ways away. The pain shot through her like a bullet. She groaned as she landed, dragging herself up to sit against it. When she brought her gaze back up in front of her, she saw Yellow-Eyes coming at her, and Sam running behind him. "Mo!"

She was too dizzy to move as Yellow-Eyes pushed Sam against a tree. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ. I'm proud of you. Knew you had it in ya."

The demon turned to Dean, as he was getting himself ready to stand, but Yellow-Eyes pushed him back, keeping him down. "Sit a spell. Gotta talk to your sis. Don't mind, do you?" He asked, but wasn't holding his breath to find out what Dean would say. "Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. I gotta thank you," He whispered putting his full attention on her, keeping her still with whatever powers he had. "You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape - it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. Now I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. Liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me, you ever hear the expression, 'if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?'"

"You call that deal, good?" Morgan asked, keeping her face blank, but she couldn't ignore the blood dripping down her face from the gash. Or the way her head was spinning from being, oh, you know, thrown into a damn gravestone.

"Well, it's better than the one your dad got," He said, as if conspiring with her. "And you never wondered why? I'm kind of surprised at you. I mean, you saw what your brother did to Jake, right? Pretty cold, huh? How certain are you that what you brought back is a hundred percent little Sammy?" She wouldn't admit it, but he practically read her mind. Honestly, he probably did. Powerful demons could do that. She let her eyes fall on her younger brother. "After watching your brother come back and watching daddy drop dead, you of all people should know that what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway, thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. 'Til now anyway. I couldn't'a done without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

Before she knew it, the Colt was pointed at her, but something stopped Yellow-Eyes from pulling the trigger. Some spirit came up behind him and practically pulled the demon out of his vessel. The spirit was wrestling with it, trying to keep it in his hold, and it suddenly hit her who he was.

It was John.

Her father's spirit.

He got the demon back into the body, but by the time the vessel had stood back up, Dean had the Colt pointed right at his chest and shot him right in the heart, killing him instantly.

At the same time, Ellen and Bobby had gotten the gate closed and John's spirit was made obvious to everyone in the graveyard. He put his arm on Dean's shoulder, in a silent thank you and to tell him he was proud of him. Then he looked at Sam with the same expression on his face.

Then his gaze fell on Morgan, and it changed a little. Like he knew exactly what she did. She imagined he did know, and she almost thought he'd reprimand her for putting herself at risk, even if it meant it kept Sam alive. But then she remembered her father and who he really was, and his face morphed into gratitude. He was thanking her, for keeping his favorite child alive, even if it was at the cost of her own life.

A part of her resented that, but the other part hoped he'd finally be able to rest after this. And in a haze of white flame, he disappeared.

There was a few moments of quiet between the siblings, in awe of what had just happened. "Dad really climbed out of Hell, huh?" Sam asked lightly, breaking the silence.

"The door was open," Dean said. "And if anyone's stubborn enough to do it, it would be him."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"At peace," Morgan whispered, unsure, but her brothers nodded. "Hopefully."

"I don't know what to say, I mean, our whole lives have been leading up to this."

"I do," Dean said, before squatting over the vessel that once held the demon that ruined their lives. "That was for our mom, you son of a bitch."

It didn't take too long to clean up. Sam helped her sanitize the open wound on her face, declaring it wouldn't need stitches, just some careful maintenance for a few days. Bobby took Ellen back to his car while Sam, Dean and Morgan went back to the Impala, as always. The air was somber and eerily quiet after that massive explosion of demons coming out of Hell. She knew that wasn't something they'd ignore, but that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight, they would recuperate.

"You know," Sam said as Morgan opened the back door to the car. "When Jake saw me, it was like he saw a ghost." She slammed the door loudly at his words and walked towards him. She looked at Dean, and he already had his eyes on her. There was anger she knew he wouldn't keep in check for long in them. She needed to get ahead of it. "I mean, you heard him, guys. He said he killed me."

"Well, he was wrong," Morgan denied, trying to leave no room for a dispute.

"I don't think he was, Mo. What happened after I was stabbed?"

"We already told you," She said sharply, hoping he'd take the damn hint.

"Not everything."

"Dean just killed the demon, Sam!" Morgan's voice rose, but she tried to put on a small smile. "Can't we just, I don't know, celebrate for a minute?"

"Did I die?" Sam insisted, switching back and forth between his older siblings. He wasn't dropping it, and Morgan knew that. But she really didn't want to have this conversation. She didn't want Sam to know. She didn't want him to feel the guilt of knowing she would be dying for him in a year's time.

"Sam-"

"Did you, or-or Dean, sell your soul for me? Like dad did?"

"Oh, come on," Dean said, finally entering the conversation. Maybe to help his sister, maybe to let her reap what she sewed. "I didn't."

Oh, fuck off, Dean.

"Mo?" She scoffed, not wanting to admit it. "Morgan, tell me the truth." Shaking her head, she rubbed her hand down her face, almost wincing when she hit the gash on her forehead. She had to look away, keeping her gaze down towards the ground, not able to face her little brother. She knew her silence was her answer and he didn't ask again. She might know both of her brother's tells, but they knew her's too. "How long do you get?"

She chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head, silently telling him she didn't want him to know. The emotion in Sam's voice had her ready to cry, but she pushed it down. And when Dean cleared his throat, telling her she wasn't getting out of it, she finally looked at Sam. Who looked like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. The middle Winchester closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"A year."

Sam let out a sob, "A year?" She looked back at him, and this time it was him that couldn't handle the sight of her. "You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me. You don't get to do that."

"Oh, we don't?" Dean spat.

"Screw you, Dean, I mean seriously!" Morgan argued, her voice rising as she turned to her older brother. "You were gonna do it, too. Don't pretend you weren't. You're just mad 'cause I got there first. And Sam," She looked back at him and then at the sky. It was black and dreary, something she'd always hated. Night time was when the monsters crawled out of their caves and started fucking shit up. It only made her angrier at her situation. "How was I supposed to just let you die? When I knew there was something that could bring you back, I was supposed to just ignore that?"

"Yes!" Dean yelled back at her. "If it means it's gonna kill you, you ignore it! Absolutely!"

"I had to look out for you." She didn't relent, but her voice had lost the volume it once held. "That's our job."

"And what do think my job is?" Sam asked, his voice raising a little as well. But before he went on, he took a breath, calming himself down. "You've saved my life over and over. I mean, the two of you sacrifice everything for me, don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big sister. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this."

No, Sam. You won't.

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