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savvywrites · 7 years

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One More Night

Title: One More Night

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,478

Warnings: angst, brief mention of death

Summary: The reader is stuck in the human world as a ghost after a hunt with the Winchesters went wrong. The reader realizes she has to move on, and she gets one last night with Dean.

A/N: This is my first angst piece. I love writing fluff, so this was a challenge for me, but it was fun to do something a little deeper. This one-shot was inspired by Sleeping At Last’s version of All Through the Night. Listen to it here!

**PS. I’m having a co-writer join the blog! She’s a Sam!Girl, so now you can read stories involving both Winchester brothers!

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“Y/N.”

You sigh at the same voice that’s been talking to you all week. Your reaper.

“Come on. It’s time to go.”

You look up at the man. That’s all he looks like. A man. With a trimmed goatee and eyes that are almost gentle, even though he’s trying to get you to go into the afterlife.

But something...it tugs at your heart. Things aren’t finished. Something’s holding you here.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been at the cabin since you died, since the vampire tore through your veins and the world went dark.

The reaper disappears. He’ll be back later. Again and again until he finally gets what he wants. But it’s not just unfinished business here, it’s something else. Something holding you tight and not letting you go.

The memory of Dean.

“It’s not just a memory,” someone says.

You whip around, gasping when you see someone else. Not your reaper. But it’s not just anyone. It’s Bobby. Standing in his cabin, his ball cap tight on his head and a worn flannel covering his arms.

“Y/N,” he says. “What are you still doing here?”

You know how it works. You’ve spent enough time with the Winchester brothers to learn about ghosts and moving on and being tethered humans somehow. You even learned that you can make yourself visible to them sometimes-but you haven’t been able to figure out how.

And even so, the whole thing has been...disorienting. Waking up from what feels like a really deep sleep, only to find out the rest of the world is mourning your loss, is one of the most heart-wrenching things you’ve been through.

You can only watch when Dean sits in his room, your picture clutched in his hand, his shoulders hunched over. Trying to hold in emotion but losing sleep. He won’t even talk to Sam about it, and there’s nothing you can do.

“Same thing you are,” you tell Bobby.

Bobby tugs on the brim of his cap. “I’m here for a reason. You…”

“I can’t go yet. I need…” Your throat clogs with emotion. What do you need? One more night with Dean. “I need to say goodbye.”

Bobby walks to the window and stares out at the garage, where Dean and Sam are leaning against the trunk of the Impala and drinking a beer. They’re on a new case-a local one-which means they’re still close by. It brings you comfort, even though you think maybe something far, far away would help get Dean’s mind off of you.

“You don’t have a lot of time,” Bobby says.

You stand, anger running the length of your body. “I don’t care!”

You’re not ready. It’s too soon to say goodbye. How do you forget someone you love? How do you make it right for them, knowing you’re never going to see each other again?

“Can’t say goodbye if he can’t see you.”

“Then show me how,” you say. “Help me.”

Bobby frowns. “Damn it. This ghost thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

You give a half-laugh. “Tell me about it. I just need to see him. One more time.”

***

Sam and Dean come back from their hunt a few days later, looking worn out and beat up. It kills you that you can’t be there for them, even if it’s to do something simple like bring them dinner. Grab them a beer-anything to help take the burden off.

Sam wanders off the use the shower and Dean enters the kitchen, heading straight for the refrigerator. Where you stand.

This is it.

You follow Bobby’s instructions, willing Dean to see you. When he doesn’t seem to, you grab the handle to the refrigerator and pull. It opens, sending a thrill of accomplishment through you.

Dean stops, holds his hands up. “Okay. Who’s there? Bobby?”

You release a breath and try again, pulling a beer from the refrigerator. This time Dean’s eyes widen, and then he curses. “Y/N.”

“You can see me?” You step forward, the beer still in your hand. “Dean?”

His eyes travel over your features, as if drinking you in. “How are you-I thought-” He snags the beer, though he doesn’t open it. He’s still staring at you in wonder. “How long have you been here?”

“Since...that night.” You swallow, glancing away. Even thinking about that night rips your heart out. If you’d just stayed away like Dean asked, nothing bad would have happened.

Or Dean would have died. That thought is even worse-more heartbreaking than you could imagine.

Dean sets aside the beer and scrubs his hands over his face. “Y/N. You died. You...damn it!” He shakes his head, eyes tortured. “Why did you have to go there? Why couldn’t you just listen? I needed you to stay here and stay safe. I need…”

You step forward. “What do you need? Anything I can do, I’ll do it. I’ll leave if if that’s what you want. If it’s easier for you, I’ll go right now.”

“No,” he growls, reaching out. To your surprise and his, his hands connect. His fingers closer around your upper arms. “Don’t leave. Just...stay.”

You swallow hard, and then wrap your arms around his neck. He feels so good. So solid and warm. You can even smell him, the same woodsy scent you used to love. You’d wrap yourself in his jacket and the rest of the world didn’t seem like such a scary place.

He presses his face into your hair, breathing in deep. “I can’t believe you’re here. You should be gone or-” His voice breaks off. Then he curses. “The picture.”

You lean back. “What?”

“Your picture.” He grabs your hand. “Come on.”

Dean pulls you down the hallway, past the bathroom where you still hear the shower running, and to his room. It’s cool and dark inside. The covers on his bed are askew, but Dean never makes his bed.

Once you’re inside, he shuts the door and pulls out his wallet. He removes something from one of the folds and passes it over.

It’s a picture of you. One he took a few weeks after you met. It’s creased and faded, like he’s taken it out hundreds of times to stare at.

“That’s why you’re still here,” he says. “An anchor.”

“That’s not the only reason,” you tell him.

He meets your eyes, so much pain in them you can hardly stand it. “What else?”

“I needed to say goodbye.”

Dean kneels in front of you, his chest moving up and down in deep breaths. He rests his cheek on your legs. “Okay. Do it.”

“I can’t,” you sob. You grab at his shirt. “Don’t-please. Come up here with me.”

He sits on the bed next to you, and the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. His lips are on your cheek, your jaw, and then capturing yours. Like you never left. Like you have forever.

But you don’t.

He lays back on the bed and you curl up next to him, resting your hand on his chest. He puts his arm around you. “Can you stay? Just for tonight?”

You nod, closing your eyes. All you want is to feel his breathing, to know he’s okay. Then you’ll say goodbye. Then you’ll move on.

He doesn’t sleep. Instead, you listen to him talk until the sun comes up. Learn about things he’s never told you. Stories about when his dad was alive. Memories he has of his mom, Sam. You.

When the sun spears through the blinds, it illuminates the corners of the room. And your reaper.

He stands with his back to the wall. “It’s time,” he says.

Dean jerks out of bed, reaching for a weapon. “Like hell. Get out of here or I’ll make you.”

“Wait.” You stand, holding out your hand to avoid violence. “Just wait.” You appeal to your reaper. “Five more minutes and then I’ll go.”

The reaper nods his head and then vanishes. You turn to Dean, heartbreak in your voice. “I’m sorry.”

He drops to the bed again, breathing hard. But he pulls out a lighter and the picture of you. You step up to him and cup his cheek before giving him a long kiss.

“I’m sorry, Dean. Really. Please let me go. I want the best for you, and I want you to move on. Find someone else.”

His eyes are swimming with unshed tears when they meet yours. His hand shakes when he holds up the lighter. “I’m sorry, too,” he murmurs. “Goodbye, Y/N. I love you.”

He flicks the lighter and a flame bursts. He holds it up to the picture and catches the edge on fire.

You both watch as it burns, and before you fade away, you give him one last kiss and whisper, “I love you, too.”

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ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse · 7 years

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Hey for the ask thing, all the questions you're comfortable with answering

oh boy!!! heck yeah fun shit thanks my dude! little did u Kno…… I LOVE oversharing !!! lmao muahahahahaha i’m probably gonna answer all of them thank u for enabling it lmfao

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

yah on Rly Bad days

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

like… 3.5? i like the dark but,,, ‘m Scare,,,,,

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Orange Turnip

4. What is your favorite word?

it changes tbh,, hm but i can’t think of any rn!

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

i’d be….. a nice oak! thicc and full of secrets

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

i didn’t lmao reflection what’s that

7. What shirt are you wearing?

i’m wearing the dress i wore to work

8. What do you label yourself as?

annoying or boring lmao but also the Goblin King and that is Good

9. Bright room or dark room?

i still don’t know if this is referring to like paint shade or like the amount of light it gets or like if i sleep in a bright room or dark room so like??? *shrug emoji*

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

i was?? drawing i think

12. Who told you they loved you last?

i think it was @wrenn-frug 💕💖 lov u fren!

13. Your worst enemy?

dunno man probably myself but that sounds cliche so like??? the sun bc it always burns me

14. What is your current desktop picture?

a screenshot from song of the sea!!! lOVE that movie!!!! i’d post it but like?? i don’t think i have it saved anymore or if i do i don’t feel like looking but it’s that one scene where they’re walking thru the pretty field towards the trees and there’s foxes in the corner and she’s playing the shell it’s so pretty,,,,,

15. Do you like someone?

uh yah my cat

16. The last song you listened to?

Young God - Halseygood song lov it,,,,

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

oraNGE TURNIP

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

orange turnip my dude i Hate

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

uh nobody ????

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

my squishy thighs and my fantastic stretch marks (which have taken me YEARS to accept)

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

????????????? secret???? talent?????? lemme check, ,, , , *reaches into a bag* nope bitch empt y aint got No Talent lmao

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

okay so like this is really dumb and i partially answered this in this ask abt the flushing toilets @ night thing but like to elaborate and make it even more dumb not only am i afraid to flush toilets @ night bc it’s just rly creepy and loud to me (esp if i’ve been asleep) but like,, , sort of in the same vein of fear is that when i was little my older sister told me that there was a ghost in the toilet and if i don’t flush it’ll get me and like i kno it’s not tru but like,,,,,, Sometimes,,,,,, (i must clarify i’m not scared of toilets themselves but like flushing freaks me out sometimes like @ night or if i don’t flush fast enough lmao don’t look @ me i’m a mess)

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Excuse? is this like that i can ONLY eat this sandwich or is it that this is the only sandwich i can ever eat or like i can only ever have one last sandwich bc honestly i’m Not Okay with any of those scenarios no matter how many ingredients i get for the initial creation

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Dream daddy dating simulator lmao uh?? also probably more food for archie bc he is Expensive

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Ireland probably. always wanted to see ireland

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

“Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out” like???? no???? if u don’t drink alcohol why would u want a lifetime supply??? unless i could like…. sell it??? whats the Most Expensive kind i’ll just get an unending supply of heavenly Expensive Alcohol to sell for incredibly inflated prices to the rich bc it’s From Heaven and give the money to the poor bc like,,, why not

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

bitches gotta keep they damn opinions to themselves if they can’t respect somebody’s life based on factors they can’t help (race, religion, orientation, gender etc) also no money like We Don’t Need It i’m so tired of Needing money

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck bc u can use it in So Many situations

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

o shit probably the twenty dollar metallic watercolors i got bc shit son??? actually probably like my laptop or smth idk

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my childhood thx

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

this is.. not a questionalthough it is a wonderful scenario

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

none of them bc if the celestial gates of the beyond is real then all the people i’d want to bring back are probably in a Better Place or something and why would i want to drag them to Hell?

34. What was your last dream about?

Cannot remember to save my life altho i kno it was rly weird and convoluted

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

u did not put anything Here so i will Ignore

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Nope

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yAH it’s fun!

38. What is the color of your socks?

not wearing any

39. What type of music do you like?

A Lot

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets,,, evening is so nice mm m

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

chocolate ayyyy

43. Do you have any scars?

a couple but like for Dumb Reasons

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I’ve graduated hs but i wanna be an animator when i decide which college to go to

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

my brain pls bartender can i have a Healthy One (correction to favorite word #4: fav word currently is deign)

46. Are you reliable?

i would like to think so

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

are you happy?

48. Do you hold grudges?

YAH but only if i’ve been Pushed Too Far which is Pretty Damn Far by most ppls standards

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

none I am Not a God

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i have had So Many???? the most recent one was two times in a row random ppl i barely knew asked me for my netflix account bc they didnt have one and like…. bro what who R U,,,,, (i had literally only talked to the first guy once for ten minutes on fb)

51. Are you a good liar?

is the sky green? don’t think so

52. How long could you go without talking?

Very Long but like Only on Bad Weeks

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

None my hair is Magnificent (idk)

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

like birthday cake? never but i lov to bake cakes so like i bake myself cakes all the time

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

i am so bad @ accents i can’t even Read in my Head in accents even though i know what the accent Should Sound Like

56. What do you like on your toast?

peanut butter and banan slices

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

working on a picture of a tiger redraw

58. What would be you dream car?

a Bike bc i Do Not Like cars

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

i only sing in the shower when nobody is home (which is infrequent bc my mom is Always here) bc i am self conscious around most ppl but like Music,,,,, also when i was little i would pretend that i was standing in the rain all sad like in movies lmao

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yah

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

i follow an astrology blog and i read homestuck i mean,,

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

i??? A maybe bc there are a lot of ways to write it pretty idk but like specifically capital A ig

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dragons they’re fire-breathing friends and i love them

64. What do you think about babies?

Gross

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

U Didn’t put anything Here either so like how abt i give u a random fact abt myself that seems good my favorite bird is the lammergeier bc they’re basically irl dragons and they’re so pretty??? love them??? also i hate monkeys and apes esp chimpanzes bc they are scary and too much like humans to me i don’t like them

BOY that took way longer than i thought bc i had to feed my cat halfway thru and everything and like this is a Long Post sorry guys but ayyyyy this was fun thanks ari

#ask meme #i think i asked all but like three

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teamfreewill-imagine · 7 years

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The Benders

Summary: You and Sam work a case to try and get out of your emotional funk, but you end up in a lot of trouble. Luckily Dean, with the help of local law enforcement, locates the two of you in time. Words: 3.8k Sam x Jess, Dean x Reader Warnings: episode-related angst

A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here Beta: @blacksiren

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You and Sam took the lead on the next case in Hibbing, Minnesota. You both needed a distraction, and Dean and Jess weren’t going to argue with the two of you when you set your minds to something.

You were wearing your sheriff’s getup, feeling powerful with your badge and holster, as you stood in the witness’ living room, speaking with him and his mother.

“I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already,” she told you, “I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true.”

“Mrs. McKay,” you offered, “We know you spoke with the local authorities.”

Sam nodded, “But this seems like a matter for the state police, so...”

“Don’t worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan,” you added when Sam trailed off. “Just tell us what you saw.”

The boy nodded, looking up at the two of you.

“I was up late, watching TV, and I heard this weird noise,” he told you.

“What did it sound like?” Sam asked, and Evan glanced at his mom before looking back to you.

“It sounded like… a monster.”

You exchanged a look with Sam.

“Tell the officers what you were watching on TV,” Mrs. McKay prompted, unimpressed.

Evan looked at his feet, mumbling as he replied.

“Godzilla vs. Mothra.”

You grinned, “That’s my favourite Godzilla movie. So much better than the original, huh?”

Evan grinned up at you, “Totally.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, nodding towards Sam. “He likes the remake.”

Evan pulled a face at Sam. “Yuck.”

Sam cleared his throat, shooting you an annoyed look that wiped the smile from your face.

“Evan,” he began, bringing you back on topic, “Did you see what this thing was?”

“No,” he admitted, “But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car.”

“Then what?” you prompted.

“It took him away,” he whispered, “I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound.”

Sam frowned, “What did it sound like, Evan?”

Evan looked up at him, openness and honesty shining through his eyes. “Like this… whining growl.”

Sam looked at you, and you nodded slightly.

“Thanks for your time,” Sam said, shaking hands with Mrs. McKay.

You did the same, and she walked you to the door.

“We’ll call if we need anything else,” you told her, and she nodded, tightly.

“His imagination, it runs away with him,” she sighed, and you smiled kindly.

“Don’t worry,” Sam told her. “Like we said, we’ll call if we have any more questions.”

She nodded, watching the two of you walk out to your car.

You met Dean and Jess in a local bar after changing into more comfortable clothes.

Dean and Sam were at the dartboard while you and Jess sat in a nearby booth, looking through papers and pages of John’s journal.

“Local police have ruled out foul play,” Jess read. “Apparently, there were signs of a struggle.”

“Well, they could be right,” Dean offered, throwing a dart for a triple eighteen. “It could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig.”

You shook your head, looking at John’s journal.

“Maybe not. Except for this,” you commented, pointing to the page as Sam and Dean walked over. “John marked the area. Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker.”

Dean frowned, turning the journal to face him.

“Why would he even do that?”

“He found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night,” you expanded. “Grabs people, then vanishes.”

“He found this, too,” Jess added, handing Sam another page. “This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state.”

Sam hummed, contemplative. “That is weird.”

“Don’t phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds?” Dean asked, confused. “Jenkins was taken from a parking lot.”

“Well, there are all kinds,” you told them, reciting what you’d read earlier. “You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime.”

Dean didn’t look convinced, and you huffed in annoyance.

“Look, I don’t know if this is our kind of gig, either,” you defended, and he nodded, relenting.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted. “Maybe you should ask around more tomorrow.”

“Right,” Sam agreed, pulling out his wallet as you got to your feet. “I saw a motel a few miles back.”

“Whoa, easy,” Dean protested. “Let’s have another round.”

“We should get an early start,” you mentioned, looking up at Sam as he nodded.

“Fine,” Dean sighed. “I’ll pay the bill.”

He walked over to the bar as you shrugged on your coat.

“I’m gonna use the restroom,” Jess told you as Sam collected all the research. “Meet you at the car.”

You nodded, walking with Sam out to the impala. You paused when you got to the car, listening intently.

“Did you hear that?” you murmured, and Sam frowned.

“What?”

You shushed him as you heard it again, sounding like it was coming from under the car.

“Do you have a flashlight?” you asked him, and he reached into his pocket to retrieve a small one.

You bent down, shining the light underneath the car.

You gasped as you came face to face with a hissing cat.

“Shit,” you breathed, laughing at yourself as Sam helped you to your feet. “False alarm.”

He grinned, “Did Y/N Moore just get scared of a cat?”

“Shut up,” you laughed, before the smile was ripped from your face as something grabbed your ankles.

Your feet were pulled backwards and you fell forwards, your head smacking against the concrete causing your vision to black out almost instantly.

You jerked awake, instantly aware that you didn’t know where you were. You got to your feet, realising you were trapped in a cage, about seven foot high.

You turned to see Sam, crumpled over and passed out in the corner.

You rushed to him, crouching in front of him and shaking his shoulder, your hand finding the side of his head as he blinked his eyes open.

He gasped awake, backing away slightly, ready to fight, before he realised it was you.

“Y/N,” he breathed, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, and you pulled back, helping him to his feet.

He walked to the edge of the cage, rattling the bars. Your eyes spotted something in a separate cage, half the size of yours.

“Sam,” you murmured, nodding towards the body on the floor.

“Jenkins,” he replied, confirming your suspicions.

You looked at Sam, fear coursing through your veins.

“I’m gonna get us out of here,” he promised, and you nodded, willing yourself to believe him.

He began kicking at the door of your cage, his boot colliding with the lock over and over, but nothing was budging.

Movement from the cage beside you had your eyes focussing on Jenkins as he started to groan.

“He’s alive,” you whispered, relieved as he groaned again.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked as Jenkins pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“Does it look like I’m doin’ okay?” he grumbled, and you exchanged a look with Sam.

“Where are we?” you asked, and he shrugged, rubbing at his head.

“I don’t know. The country? Smells like the country.”

Sam nodded.

“You’re Alvin Jenkins, aren’t you?”

Jenkins nodded.

“We were lookin’ for ya,” Sam told him, and he rolled his eyes.

“Well, no offence, and excuse my language,” he added, looking at you, “But this is a piss-poor rescue.”

Sam shook his head, “My brother’s out there right now, too. He’s lookin’ for us, so-”

“So, he’s not gonna find us,” Jenkins interrupted, nodding towards the door to the room. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us.”

“What are they?” you blurted. “Have you seen them?”

Jenkins frowned, looking at you like you’d grown a second head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Whatever’s got us,” Sam clarified, “What’d they look like?”

There was a shuffling sound outside the building, and Jenkins nodded towards it.

“See for yourself.”

Sam stood himself in front of you protectively, reaching a hand behind him to take yours.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, linking your fingers together as two men entered the room wearing hats and black coats.

One kicked the side of Jenkins’ cage, causing Jenkins to move back into the corner, the other man using a key in the control panel in the middle of the room to open his cage.

Both men entered the cage, and Jenkins began panicking.

“Leave me alone! Don’t you take me, leave me alone!”

The men placed a plate of food in front of him and left the cage, twisting the key and removing it from the control panel, locking the cage door.

They left, and Jenkins began devouring his food.

You pulled on Sam’s hand, turning him to face you.

“They’re just people,” you whispered, and he nodded pulling you into a hug.

“What’d you expect?” Jenkins asked around a mouthful of food.

You shook your head, pulling away.

“How often do they feed you?” you enquired as he pushed the empty plate away.

“Once a day,” he told you, pointing to the control panel attached to a pole in the middle of the room. “They use that thing over there to open the cage.

Sam continued to ask him questions, but you were looking at the wires attached to the pole.

You followed the line of one of them, noticing that it hung low above your cage. You wouldn’t be able to reach it, but Sam might.

“Hey,” you interrupted, looking up at the metal wire.

Sam followed your gaze, nodding as he walked underneath it. He reached his hand up through the cage, grabbing it and beginning to pull.

“Well what do you think they want, then?” Jenkins asked.

“Depends on who they are,” you offered, and he scoffed.

“They’re a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.”

Sam frowned, continuing to pull the wire loose. “I think that’s the least of your worries right now.”

Jenkins frowned at you, looking between you and Sam.

“What’s your deal?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You and your boyfriend, what’s your names?”

“We’re not-” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’m Y/N. Sam’s my little sister’s boyfriend.”

He laughed softly.

“Does your sister know you’re messing around with her boyfriend?”

Sam scoffed, pulling the wire loose and knocking something to the floor.

“We’re not messing around,” he assured Jenkins, crouching to pick up what had fallen.

“What’s that?” you asked, and Sam just sighed, sitting back against the edge of the cage.

“A bracket,” he told you as you sat beside him.

“Well, thank God, a bracket,” Jenkins exclaimed, sarcastically. “Now we’ve got ‘em, huh?”

A loud clank sounded, and Jenkins’ cage door slowly swung open.

“Must’ve been short,” he said, letting himself out. “Maybe you knocked something loose.”

Something wasn’t adding up and, when looked at Sam, you noticed the same scepticism in his expression.

“I think you should get back in there, Jenkins,” you warned, and he frowned at you.

“What?” he asked, incredulous.

“This isn’t right,” Sam murmured.

“Don’t you wanna get out of here?”

You sighed, “Well, yeah. But that was too easy.”

He shook his head, making his way to the door.

“Look, I’m gonna get out of here, and I’m gonna send help, okay? Don’t worry.”

“No, I’m serious, Jenkins,” Sam said, “This might be a trap.”

Jenkins scoffed, opening the door.

“Bye, lovebirds.”

“Jenkins!” you called after him, but he was already gone.

“Well that was fucking stupid,” Sam grumbled, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“How are we gonna get out of this alive, Sam?” you murmured, and he sighed, turning his head to the side and kissing your forehead softly.

“We’ve got to trust Dean and Jess,” he told you, “And not fall for any traps. Dean’ll have a plan though, always does.”

You hummed, contemplative.

“He didn’t have much of a plan when we were tied to trees waiting for a scarecrow to kill us,” you reminded him, and Sam laughed gently.

“Yeah, but I did,” he reminded you. “I saved your asses. He’ll save ours.”

He sounded certain, and the confidence in his tone put you slightly more at ease.

You exhaled deeply, letting your eyes close.

“These past few months I’ve been trapped, waiting for death, way more often than I’d like,” you commented, only half-joking.

“Yeah,” he sighed, putting his arm around your shoulders. “This job doesn’t really have a long life-expectancy.”

You didn’t reply. You knew he was right, it was only a matter of time before something got you. Hell, today could be the day you go. You were learning to deal with it, and when you thought about it too much, you panicked. So you tried to keep it off your mind.

“When we get out of here - and we are getting out alive,” he added, squeezing you closer to him, “If you want to get out, go live with your parents or finish college, we’ll do everything we can to help you.”

You opened your eyes, shifting to look at him and finding nothing but open honesty on his face.

“Sam, I’m not getting out of this game until we’ve put the bastard that carved me up six feet under,” you told him. “As if I’d ever leave my sister to go back to college.”

He laughed slightly, and you smiled, patting his shoulder fondly.

You jolted as distant screams of pain made their way into the barn you were kept in.

Sam’s smile turned to a grimace as you fell into a hug.

“It was a trap,” you murmured, and he nodded, holding you tight.

“Yeah.”

You startled awake as the cage next to you opened, the two men from before bringing another woman in.

You watched wordlessly as they locked the cage, leaving her unconscious body lying on the floor.

Once they’d shut the barn door behind them, you nudged Sam, rousing him from his sleep.

He blinked, wiping his eyes with his fingertips to clear the sleep haze.

“They brought someone else in,” you commented, Sam nodding as the woman groaned, sitting up and massaging her head.

“You alright?” Sam asked, the two of you still sat shoulder to shoulder against the bars of your cage.

The woman looked over at you, nodding.

“Are you Sam Winchester?” she asked, “Y/N Moore?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, frowning. “How-?”

“Sam’s cousin is looking for you,” she told you, and you both sighed with relief.

“Thank God,” Sam breathed. “Where is he?”

She coughed awkwardly.

“I, uh- I cuffed him to my car.”

You groaned in annoyance, hanging your head.

Of course, your one chance of a rescue was handcuffed to a cop car.

“And my sister?” you questioned, not looking up.

“Your sister’s fine.”

You jumped as you heard a low voice, your head snapping up to see Dean entering the barn.

“She’s back at the motel,” he told you, and you and Sam got to your feet. “Figured you’d kill me if I got her hurt trying to save you.”

“You’re damn right I would,” you mumbled, silently relieved to see him.

“Speaking of,” he continued, his eyes checking over you and his brother. “Are you hurt?”

Sam shook his head, “No, we’re good.”

Dean sighed, looking at you with relief. “Damn, it’s good to see you.”

You blushed slightly, unable to deny that seeing him again made your heart lurch.

“How did you get out of the cuffs?” the woman spoke up, and Dean turned to see her.

“Oh, I know a trick or two.”

She stared at him, confused, and he jumped into action.

“Alright,” he murmured, looking at the doors of the cages. “These locks look like they’re gonna be a bitch.”

“There’s some kind of control right there,” Sam told him, motioning to the panel on the pole.

“Have you seen ‘em?” Dean asked, walking across to inspect the controls.

“Yeah, dude,” Sam sighed, “They’re just… people.”

Dean frowned, looking at you until you nodded, confirming what Sam had said.

“And they jumped you?” he asked. “Y’all must be getting rusty. What do they want?”

He started pressing different buttons, to no avail.

“I don’t know,” you told him. “They let Jenkins go, but it was some sort of trap. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Dean sighed, “Well, that’s the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there’s rules, patterns. But with people? They’re just crazy.”

Sam put his arm around your shoulders, resting his chin on top of your head as he sensed your tenseness.

“See anything else out there?” he asked his brother.

“Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back,” Dean commented, still trying out different buttons. “Plates from all over, so I’m thinkin’ when they take someone, they take their car, too.”

“Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?”

The woman in the cage next to you looked a mixture of hopeful and worried as she asked.

Dean smiled sadly.

“Yeah, I did,” he told her, and she hung her head. “Your brother’s?”

She nodded, and Dean shook his head, upset.

“Kathleen, I’m sorry,” he told her, pausing slightly before continuing. “Let’s get you guys out of here, then we’ll take care of those bastards.”

He walked towards your cage, pointing back to the controls.

“This thing takes a key,” he told you. “Key?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t know.”

When Sam shrugged too, Dean nodded.

“Alright, I better go find it,” he announced, turning to leave.

“Hey,” you reached your arm through the cage, catching his wrist.

Dean turned back to face you, his eyes flitting between yours.

“Be careful,” you murmured, and he nodded, pulling you closer to the bars to kiss your cheek.

“Yeah,” he promised, letting go and walking away.

You stepped back, Sam watching you carefully with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Shut up, Sam,” you grumbled as a smile made it’s way onto his face.

Minutes after Dean left the barn door opened again, but this time one of the guys from earlier came in.

He inserted the key into the control panel and the lock on your door clicked open.

He walked over to your cage, opening the door and stepping inside.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked, and he didn’t reply, raising a gun.

“Hey!” Kathleen shouted, getting his attention long enough for Sam to grab the gun from him.

He put up a fight, but it was two on one. You got him down to the floor as Sam used the butt of the gun to knock him out.

You stepped out of the cage, leaving the door open and pressing randomly at the buttons to try and unlock Kathleen’s.

Once you heard it click, you opened the door and let her out. Sam came up next to you, checking over Kathleen to make sure she was okay.

“I’m good,” she insisted, and Sam sighed, relieved.

“Okay,” he nodded looking at you. “We need a plan.”

You helped Sam move another unconscious guy into Kathleen’s cage, locking it and taking the key.

Kathleen was standing over the oldest man, the father of this fucked up family, with her gun trained to his head.

You walked over, about to say something before she cut in.

“I’ll watch this one, you two go ahead,” she told you, and you blinked unmoving.

She looked you dead in the eye.

“Go ahead,” she confirmed, and Sam pulled on your arm, taking you out of the barn.

You went towards the house, meeting up with Dean out the front just in time to hear a gunshot coming from the barn.

Dean pulled his brother into a rough hug.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he murmured, and Sam laughed slightly, pulling back and patting his shoulder.

“I can’t make promises like that, man.”

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to you, pulling you into a firm hug.

You went with it, unashamed to admit that you practically melted into his arms.

“Never go missing like that,” he murmured, and you nodded, squeezing a little tighter.

“You were worried about me,” you commented, and he pulled back, brushing your hair from your face with a soft frown pulling at his brows.

“Y/N, I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you while you’re still mad at me,” he told you, quietly.

Your heart was racing as you searched his eyes, finding nothing but worry and honesty.

Sam cleared his throat, and you pulled back, smiling awkwardly at Kathleen as she walked over.

“Where’s the girl?” she asked Dean.

“Locked her in a closet,” he confirmed. “What about the dad?”

She paused, swallowing before answering.

“Shot. Trying to escape,” she hastily added.

All of you knew it was a stretch of the truth, but nobody questioned it.

“So,” Kathleen said after the silence stretched a moment too long. “State police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They’re gonna wanna talk to you. I suggest you’re all long gone by then.”

You nodded, smiling in understanding.

“Thanks,” Dean offered. “Hey, listen, I don’t mean to push our luck, but we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?

She scoffed, shaking her head.

“Start walking,” she told you. “Duck if you see a squad car.”

Sam nodded, “Sounds great to me. Thanks.”

They turned to go, but you stopped for a moment, hugging Kathleen.

“I’m sorry about your brother.”

She nodded as she pulled back, wiping her eyes.

“It was really hard not knowing what happened to him,” she admitted. “I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth, but it isn’t really.”

You smiled sadly, and she sniffed, shaking her head.

“Anyway, you should go.”

You nodded, squeezing her shoulder before turning to walk away.

“So,” you said after a while, looking at Dean out of the corner of your eye. “You got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh?”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Just sayin’,” you grinned, nudging him with your elbow. “Y’all are getting rusty.”

Dean let out a loud bark of a laugh, throwing his arm around you to pull you into a headlock, kissing the top of your head before letting you go.

You ignored the smile you got from Sam, looking straight ahead as you carried on walking.

Your emotions were all over the place but in that moment you were just grateful to be alive.

Alive and able to figure out what the hell your heart was feeling.

Things could only get better, right?

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