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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months

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Amplification: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: A deadly spread of Anthrax is going around infecting and killing people. One of your own is affected that completely tears your world into two. How will you over come this?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Reid, what do you see in there?"

"I see cages filled with dead animals and signs of a struggle, probably before Dr. Nichols was murdered. There's a large desk with clutter all over the surface, but in the corner is a smaller desk. It's organized and functional."

"Two different workspaces?" Derek asks.

"I found a notebook with two sets of handwriting. I'm looking at instructions on how to boil lab-grade broth, sterilize lab equipment, and transfer spores. Nichols would know all that. He has a partner, maybe even a protege. Go back to the BAU and try to figure out who this partner is."

Derek looks over at you to see you with your hand on your chest. It hurts so fucking much right now.

"Hotch, why don't you go? We'll stay with Reid."

"Funnel all the information you get to me."

You look at the large shed and see Spencer walking inside through the windows. You place your thumb nail inside your mouth and begin nervously chewing on it. For a split second, you imagine what your life would be like without Spencer in it. How broken you'd be not seeing his face every day, not being able to feel his touch or lips, and not hearing his voice. Pain immediately spreads over your chest as black spots appear in your vision. It's getting hard to breathe at this point, and you bend over so that your head is by your knees.

"I can't do this, Derek," you panic. Dr. Linda arrives and puts on a suit to go inside to help Spencer. "Can't I do that? Can't I put a suit on?"

"No, you can't."

"Damn it!" you scream.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself but the pain in your chest is still there. Penelope calls Derek and Spencer at the same time so that they can talk to each other on the phone. He puts them both on speakerphone so you can hear the conversation.

"How's it going in there, kid?"

"I've seen better days."

"You got me, Y/N, and Garcia."

"Hey, Reid," Penelope says sadly.

"Can I talk to him?" you ask. Derek hands you the phone and you put it off speakerphone. You don't care if Penelope is on the other line. "I told you not to do something stupid."

"Well, if I die, you'd still be able to feel me," he tries to joke.

"This isn't funny," you sob. "If you die, I may as well be dead, too."

"Y/N..."

"You can't die. We're supposed to get married. I'm supposed to have your kids. We're supposed to grow old together. You can't leave me. I'm not ready. Please don't leave me," you sob.

Hearing you say that breaks his heart. Derek gently takes the phone from you so he can have a turn at speaking to Spencer. Penelope is crying from your words but she is silent as well.

"Derek, do me a favor," Spencer sniffles.

"Anything, kid."

"If I die, please take care of her. She's gonna need someone."

"Yeah, I promise." Derek places Spencer back on speakerphone. "Listen, Prentiss and Rossi don't think the partner was a coworker. Can you tell us anything else about him?"

"I've already been through everything."

"Come on, now, kid. I know you're not thinking straight, but the Reid I know wouldn't stop looking."

"Alright, alright." He coughs twice and two more tears roll down your cheeks. "I see a framed photograph of Dr. Nichols teaching. I see a... I see a binder with syllabi. It's for course assignments going all the way back to the 1970s."

"He kept a scrapbook of himself as a professor. That tells us that he values himself as an educator."

"A teacher," Spencer corrects. "I saw something earlier. I didn't--I didn't make a connection to it or to the partner, but he has a study on Anthrax. He has an annotated bibliography and a table of contents. It's formatted like a thesis and has writing in the margins in red ink like the way a teacher grades a paper. Now, Nichols wouldn't have let just anyone in here, but he may have opened his lab for educational purposes as a teacher."

"The partner must have appealed to him as a student."

"I can look up local Ph.D. students," Penelope says.

"Check for students in science like biochemistry and microbiology."

"Okay, I'm cross-checking with names of former employees or customers with grievances at the bookstore. Nothing, my doves."

"Listen to this. I have the partner's journal," Spencer coughs some more. "This country is woefully unprepared. Every household should have a two-month supply of Cipro. Hospitals are in need of bio-safety decontamination capabilities."

"That's verbatim to what we heard from Nichols. The partner has adopted Nichols' views as his own."

"The chapters are on setting up triage and mobile emergency rooms. I don't think this paper was written by a science student. It's about city preparedness and response."

"Garica, check with students in Social Studies like public policy and urban planning."

"I got a hit. I have Chad Brown, School of Public Policy at U of M. It matches Chad Brown who was a former employee at the bookstore."

"That's gotta be him."

"Totally. He's been in the doctoral program on and off for five years. He was slapped with a restraining order from his former girlfriend and has been arrested and released twice at protest rallies in DC. I'll tell Hotch," Penelope says and hangs up.

"Kid, you did really well. Now, get the hell out of there."

"Bye," Spencer coughs.

"Y/N, he's going to be okay. He's a smart kid."

"I'm not ready to lose him," you sniffle and look up at Derek.

"You're not going to lose him."

Spencer not only found who the partner is, but he also found the cure for the strain. Dr. Nichols had a cure locked into his inhaler just in case he was ever infected. With both of those things figured out, the biohazard team works on getting Spencer out of there. You and Derek rush over to the containment area where Spencer is getting hosed down with his clothes on. Derek calls Hotch to let him know what is going on.

"Yeah, they're hosing him down now. ... Alright." He hangs up. "They're checking out Brown's house."

"Go help Hotch."

"No. Hotch has plenty of people helping him."

"He needs you more than I do."

"Reid, we're gonna see you off to the hospital."

"I'm about to get naked so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really want to see?"

"Go with Hotch. I'll stay with him," you say. "I'll be with him."

"Fine, I'll check on you later. Take good care of him, please."

"You should go, too," Spencer coughs.

"No."

"Y/N, please," he sighs.

He feels embarrassed you're going to see him this way but you're not going to leave him alone. You leave the area and walk to the side of the tent. The hazmat person who is there stops you from going inside, but you're not about to let this stop you.

"I've been inside the house. I might have gotten a whiff of that Anthrax inside. I got to the door before Spencer was able to close it. Do you really want to risk me exposing it to more people? I need to be hosed down, too."

The person knows you're bullshitting him, but he allows you to go inside. You quickly remove your clothes and join Spencer's side. You grab his hand and he looks at you in shock.

"I told you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you."

"I'm glad you're here with me," he smiles genuinely.

The two of you get hosed down and are transported into an ambulance that is waiting. You grab his hand and hold it tightly. Linda jumps into the ambulance with you and the driver takes off. Spencer may have inhaled the Anthrax, but it got into his bloodstream when he got cut by the rose bush.

"How are you feeling, Dr. Reid?" Linda asks.

"My throat's a little dry, but other than that, I feel... Flee... Feel fin. I fleel fin."

The tears have not stopped rolling down your cheeks since Spencer locked himself into that room. He's not out of the woods just yet.

"Just hand in there, baby. You're going to be okay. I'm gonna take care of you," you sniffle and smooth his hair back.

"Drive faster," Dr. Linda says to the driver.

To perfect his poison, Chad is stuffing lightbulbs full of the substance. Lightbulbs have sensitive glass so that if you drop one from even a foot high, it'll shatter. He's obviously not in his house when the team gets there, but they have a feeling they know where he's headed to.

When Spencer gets to the hospital, they take him into surgery to flush out the Anthrax in his system, but he goes into respiratory distress. You're a mess in the waiting room since you can't go back there with them. You're sitting in one of the chairs with your head in your hands and praying that he'll be alright.

Hotch understands why you're not with the rest of the team, so he uses who he has to get to Chad before he releases another attack. Much like what you profiled, the bookstore and the park means something to Chad. The park is where he proposed to his girlfriend, and she said no. The bookstore is where he world to put himself through college. Both locations represent rejection to him.

Prentiss and Rossi found maps of the transit systems at his house, so he's either going to use the train to get somewhere to attack, or he's attacking the trains. Dr. Nichols wrote a classified study commissioned by the US Senate. It simulated a mock Anthrax attack on the DC train systems. Now, he emphasized the main line as the most vulnerable to an attack. It has forceful tunnel winds, the biggest crowds, and the highest mortality risk.

Chad is going to the one place that rejected him, Fort Detrick. Now, he can't possibly get inside and attack the people there, but he can attack the while they're on their way to work. It's why he's going after the train system. The closest train station to the Marc Train is Frederick, so that's where General Whitworth and the BAU team are heading.

They didn't want to alarm anyone and show up in gas masks, so they went in their normal outfits. Derek and Emily helped people get out of the station while Hotch, Rossi, and General Whitworth confronted Chad who had a bag full of Anthrax bombs. In order to get him to hand over the bombs is to make him believe that he's getting recognized for his efforts. If General Whitworth offers him a position in Fort Detrick, then Chad will be more likely to hand over his work.

Well, it worked but the General had Chad arrested instead of promoting him. With Chad out of the way, the BAU team heads over to the hospital where you're inside Spencer's room. You're sitting by his bed with his hand in yours while he continues to sleep. He hasn't woken up since they claim they've fixed him.

Derek walks in carefully with some jello in his hands.

"We got the guy."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," you sigh."

"You were needed here. How is he doing?"

"He hasn't woken up yet. What if I lost him?" you sigh sadly.

"Listen to me, Mama. You were the one to keep JJ's head on straight all day today. She didn't lose her son just like you're not going to lose Spencer. He's a tough kid. He's young and healthy, and you're right."

"About what?"

"You two have to get married. Do you really think he'd die without putting a ring on it?" he chuckles. For the first time in what feels like days, a smile spreads across your face. "There's that smile."

"Thanks, Derek."

The doctor comes in just as Spencer wakes up.

"You're eating jello?" he asks when he sees Derek's jello cup.

The relief you feel is too much to contain, so it comes out in tears. You put your head down on his arm and just cry silently.

"Hey, kid."

"Is there any more jello? What happened?"

"You're gonna be alright, kid. We got Brown. It's over."

"How's Abby?"

It's just like Spencer to be worried about someone else when he's the one who's hurt, too.

"She's on the mend and so are the other three. You were right about where to look for his cure."

"Why was Dr. Nichols making Anthrax in the first place?"

"He was a brain scientist downgraded to working on the flu. When Brown comes along asking for help on his thesis, he would have been more than happy to share his knowledge. There was no indication that Nichols had any idea what Brown was planning."

"His strain and its cure are getting locked up in containment at Fort Detrick with all the other bio-agents people don't know about," Linda informs.

"What else do they have locked up there?" Derek chuckles.

Both he and Dr. Linda leave the room to give you and Spencer some time alone. When the door opens, Spencer lifts his hand and runs his fingers through your hair.

"I'm okay, Y/N. Don't cry."

You take a deep breath and stand up to compose yourself.

"Never do that again. There was a moment, a very slim moment where I imagined what my life would have been like without you in it. A part of me died just thinking about it, and I'm not saying that lightly."

"If you're going to jump in front of a bullet to save me, I'm going to do whatever I can to save you." He moves the blankets away from his body and gestures for you to join him. "Come here."

You crawl into bed with him and hold him close. You place your ear over his heart so you can listen to the beat of it. Spencer is alive. Spencer is okay. Everything is going to be fine.

"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it." - Helen Keller

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aliypop · 2 months

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Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 1

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Word Count: 3,015

Writers Note: I abandoned this fic, but I'm rewriting it now that I've expanded on Cecelia and Elvis, This is an au idea as stated last time! Well let us try this again

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In 1953, in Memphis Tennessee, Cecelia and her mother Denise Valmos move to Shelby County as Her mother Calpurnia's Nashville home is going through renovations, but when asked to keep a low profile by her mother, Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

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Memphis May 1953

The spring winds of Memphis blew as a pink Chevrolet Bel Air was parked in the parking lot of Humes High School. A place where this one particular student knew she wouldn't belong. Getting her books from the back seat, she dusted off her skirt, looked at her watch, and took a deep breath. Until she realized she was almost late for her first day of school, and she couldn't be late, at least not as the new kid in town!

The hustle and bustle of everyone was different from when she lived in Georgia, where everything was a bit slow-paced. And with a mix of a few faces that looked like hers. But here it seemed she was the only face that. Well, looked like hers, and the glares she was getting had explained that very clearly. Her saddle shoes kept walking down the hallway until she finally found her homeroom. The glares and stares were harsh, but she continued inside until all eyes were on her. Whispers all around the classroom, some of the students pointing and laughing at her,

"I think she got on the wrong bus..."

"Whys her hair all like that?"

"Must have stolen that dress..."

"Class..."

"CLASS!" The room was silent,

"Class, I want everyone to meet Cecelia Shanel Valmos. She's our new student, Welcome..."

"Thank you. You know a fun fact about myself is I like comics and-"

"Now attendance."

Cecelia sat in the back of the Class, where a few students had glanced at her as if she carried the fleas. It was starting to get as bad as when they had driven here to Memphis.

Tapping her fingers, Cecelia could tell this would be a stressful time. And she couldn't wait to move to Nashville with her glammy, her grandmother.

As the bell rang, Cecelia went to her arithmetic class. Her least favorite subject. But very well needed. At least, it was what Midge told her, looking over the checks she'd signed for Valmos Music and Sound. Taking her seat in the back, Cecelia had begun to read her Batman comic book. Other students filled the room, talking and chattering as she flipped the page on the Joker's crazy antics.

"You're late..."

"S-S-Sorry, I ain't mean to be late, I just..."

" Lost track of time, Mr. Presley." The teacher sighed, following his gaze as his eyes landed on the tawny-skinned girl with dark brown hair curled up in a tall style.

"Take your seat, Mr. Presley..."

Sitting next to Cecelia was a kid who had to be about her age. She couldn't tell, and she didn't want to ask. She figured, at this point, her breathing would cause a problem. But something about him was different, after all. He had blondish brown hair and fading black roots. And he smelled like shoe polish. He also had rolled-up jeans and loafers with pink socks, the same color as hers.

"Is that the 3-D edition..."

"Yeah, it is..." Cecelia kept reading,

"I-I've been tryin to find that one for weeks."

"Found it at a comic shop in Chattanooga." she huffed. She wasn't annoyed that he was talking to her, just while she was reading her comics.

"Am I botherin you, doll..."

"A little, and I'm not your-" Cecelia looked up, seeing eyes bluer than James Dean's and a cute but crooked smile that seemed so shy yet so sweet.

"Are you okay? You're starin'?"

"Sorry, I'm new here, and it's stressful, and I don't have any friends and-"

"Mind if I be your friend..."

"I wouldn't mind that at all ah..."

"Elvis Presley... But u-uh, most everyone calls me, well no one calls me anything cept for Red West, who calls me E..."

"Well, I'll call you Pres." She smiled, "I'm Cecelia Valmos, by the way." she winked at him as he blushed a little,

"I'll call you Cece..." he tried to wink back at her, but his hair got in his eyes. Cecelia giggled a bit, "I like it." she grinned. Elvis could feel his heart beat faster, trying to push the emotions aside as he looked into her hazel eyes. Finally, he might not have been so alone in the world.

"So, favorite superhero..."

"Easy, Jay Garrick," she smirked, "What about you?"

"Captain Marvel Jr." he grinned, "Sometimes I imagine myself as him."

"Flying to the rock of eternity ..." Cecelia smiled back at him,

"Yeah."

"I used to think I was the Flash until I bumped into a wall." she snorted a bit when she laughed, and she could hear the teacher clearing her throat. Cecelia mouthed sorry as she went back to take her notes.

"Do you understand any of that..."

"Nope..." Cecelia laughed, "But I do know. That, that answer should be 35." Elvis laughed as he changed it,

"You're a lifesaver." He blushed, his accent thick, but Cecelia found it cute,

The bell rang again as they got up and went to their next class. Elvis and Cecelia were walking side by side, still talking. It was beginning to feel like she had known this kid since childhood, which was nicer than what she had been recently feeling.

"I love the color pink. " Elvis smiled,

"My car is pink!"

"No way!"

"It's a Bel Air." she winked,

" You're too cool for me, Cece." He joked as Cecelia nudged him,

"Honestly, I'm just me." she shrugged,

"Again, too cool for me, "He nudged her back as she laughed with him.

"Say, would you care to eat lunch with me?

"Yeah, sure, I ain't got much but-"

"You can have some of my lunch."

"Cece, I couldn't."

"I usually don't eat it all."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Sitting alone at the table was Cecelia and Elvis, who were enjoying their lunch together. It was nice to know that he wasn't afraid to go against the normal and politically correct, but instead eat with someone who wouldn't bully him.

"So, how was your first day here so far."

"Eh, crappy..." she sighed,

"The bullies stop eventually." He sighed as Cecelia looked over at him,

"Easy for you to say, I got called a teacher's pet 'cause I knew all the answers in my history class... Not my fault some of us read for fun." she mumbled to herself, "Or in my typing class, I typed over several words a minute. And yet I'm wrong... Well, excuse me for writing songs when I'm bored!" she began to get angry as Elvis looked at her.

"At least you've passed your typing lessons on the first day." He joked, "I got a C in that, which ain't bad..."

"But it's not good, Pres." she looked at him.

"Well, maybe you could tutor me."

"To type? Sure." she smiled, splitting her candy bar with him. The two cheered each other with their Pepsi-Cola bottles.

When the day was over, Cecelia went to her car as she saw Elvis walk to his car,

"Nice 41 Lincoln!" she waved as she was next to her pink beauty. It suited her well. He thought to himself as she got in,

"See you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah!"

Dinner was on the table, and Cecelia was doing her homework as her mother was on the phone with the electric company. This move was a headache, especially with her mother having an album on the way and getting settled into a temporary house and Cecelia adjusting to her new school for only a month. It could drive a single mother completely insane.

"Guess what! I made a friend today, and he's really nice and-"

"Cecelia, I'm on hold with the heating and air..."

"Right..." She continued to do her homework. She knew things were going to be different. They always had been since her father left, and her mother devoted her life to her music. And her half of the label and studio. Cecelia = sighed as she blushed, thinking about Elvis and his eyes and how she couldn't wait to see him again.

"Mama!" Elvis nearly ran into his family apartment like a whirlwind. It had been a while since Gladys had seen him so happy after school, like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"Elvis!"

"Pa! You'll never believe what I made in school today." he grinned as Vernon was about to guess. "A friend. Well, I think she's a friend. We shared a sandwich together, and I think she's giving me one of her comics to read-"

Gladys chuckled. Vernon perked up. Some special girl, if he was going on and on about her like this, the last girl he did that with was Dixie, or was it another girl?. Meanwhile, to Gladys, it sounded like he had a crush on this mystery schoolgirl.

"So I assume you'll be staying up in class more."Gladys scolded him playfully.

"And paying attention." Vernon glanced at him as Elvis blushed and nodded,

"Of course." He rubbed the back of his head, Gladys laughing as Vernon shook his head.

The next day, all the students were back in homeroom, and Cecelia was in the back, dreaming away about her new friend and what they'd talk about that day. Would it be comics or music? Maybe books? Or after-graduation goals? But those thoughts were crushed until a group of girls came behind her and pulled her hair. Cecelia only sighed as she tried to ignore them. It wasn't like she didn't get a note in her locker that said Stay away. Well, words she'd rather not repeat. Yes, this would be a tough couple of months. She just had to make it to,

"Oh No..."

Her eyes caught on to several kids running with scissors in their hands.

"Come here, fairy!" one kid shouted,

"Long-haired freak!"

"Oh, please don't let it be..."

"PRES!" Cecelia shouted, standing up, eyes on her as she grabbed her books, "Ent and I have to go use the girl's room... really, uh, quickly." storming out of the classroom, Cecelia quickly tried to follow the rest of the kids. They had Elvis cornered, with no room to escape, and there was fear in his eyes as if he'd been on death row.

"Maybe we'll cut off those flashy clothes next." It was no secret Elvis craved the fashion of Beale Street, but it wasn't a secret that everyone else at his school hated it, let alone hated him. He could feel the blades get close to his hair, and he closed his eyes and prayed until he heard a voice say.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

Elvis looked at the crowd as he saw Red West behind him and Cecelia beside him.

"Or what!"

"You'll answer to my fist..." Cecelia glared at one of the boys. What was she thinking was the main thing Red and Elvis were thinking.

"Your fist aint gonna do nothing cause you're just a nig-"

POW!

The students scurried, dropping everything they had to torture Elvis. Shaking her wrist, she looked back at the two guys and sighed. She probably made it worse, and the principal would call her mother, and then there'd be a commotion about it all.

"Where'd you learn to throw a punch like that."

"My mother taught me." Cecelia shrugged, looking at Red,

"Some mother..." Red nodded until they both saw Elvis shaking like a leaf.

"El!" Cecelia ran over, "Are you okay? Do you need to go home? Do you wanna stay at my home..." she offered, but Elvis stood up, shook it off, and tried to laugh even though he wanted to cry and scream and yell,

"Cece, Red, I'm fine..."

"E, yer tremblin."

"Like a leaf, Pres..."

"I SAID I'M FINE!" He shouted. He didn't mean to. He was having a rough day and an anxiety attack.

Cecelia approached him, "We're just worried, is all..."

"At least let us walk you to class." Red offered as Elvis nodded. Cecelia's hand brushed against his. He blushed a little. Was Cecelia flirting with him?

"So then Superman catches him in the water!" Cecelia said as the three were walking down the hallway,

"You're spoilin' it, Cece." Elvis groaned,

"Well, I have a TV in my room. If y'all ever wanna come by and watch it." her southern accent escaped her as Elvis had a slightly brighter blush on his cheeks.

"Or we could go to the drive-in!" Cecelia then said as Elvis's eyes wide. He's only been a third wheel to the drive-in, mooching off his friend's french fries and whatnot. And if he did bring a girl. Then he was either making out with her, or he was super into the movie.

"I think I'd leave that up to you two," Red said as Elvis had short-circuited. Walking to their English Class, Elvis had taken in the charm of Cecelia. She was a big ball of mystery who was protective, loyal, and stood up for him after only knowing him for a day. Cecelia was kind enough to share her sandwich with him. And she was pretty to look at in her pink gingham dress. But this wasn't how you thought about a friend. Besides, he was Elvis, the weird kid with a guitar and his head in the clouds, dreaming.

"Since it's Friday, what'cha got planned for the weekend?"

"Well, work, but I'm off at 3 p.m."

"Well, I'm still new in town, so... maybe you could show me around Beale Street or comic shops you like to go to. Or record stores." She began to ramble on as he laughed, her stomach doing small butterflies at the sound of it,

"We can do all of that," he bumped her shoulder as she bumped his back.

"That would be great," Cecelia smiled, "Oh! You'll need my number. So you can call." Things were looking up for Elvis. He had gotten her number. And he got to hang out with her. It wasn't a date, but it sure enough was something. Besides, he spent his weekends playing football, fixing his car, or on Beale Street. Now, he wouldn't have to be alone doing it.

When school was out for the day, Cecelia rushed to her car with a now-popped tire. Kids were so cruel, but that still didn't stop Cecelia. Going to the back of her car, she rolled the spare tire until she remembered that Midge had taken the tire kit with her. Elvis walked out with Red West, talking to him about his weekend plans, and then he saw Cecelia, who looked like a pinup girl in a calendar posing with a tire, "A little help here..." She sighed, watching some of her peers walk by,

"Could you help me here... And they walked off." Cecelia huffed until she saw Elvis,

"Not bother you, but..."

"I caught a flat last week." Popping open his trunk, he took out the jack. "How'd this happen."

"Those bullies you were talkin about..." she gritted her teeth,

"Don't let 'em get to ya, Cece. Which ain't easy to do," he sighed as he fixed her tire, "Just breathe and imagine the good Lord pickin' 'em off one by one." Cecelia laughed hard as Elvis laughed with her,

"Morbid, but it helps." Cecelia grinned, "Say, call me when you get home so I know you're safe, okay."

"Cece, I'll be fine." Those hazel eyes pierced his soul in a glare,

"Okay, okay, I will."

"Good, you better, or I'll find out where you live. And I'll!"

"You'll what." He smirked. His face was close to hers and she blushed a little.

"Bug ya! to death," she smirked,

"You could never bug me, Val." He winked,

"Cece the phones for you," Denise said as Cecelia raced down the stairs,

"Thank you, Mother." she winked, taking the phone as she took a deep breath,

"Cecelia speaking,"

"It's me, Elvis. We're still on for tomorrow. Right? "

"You bet we are!" Cecelia grinned, "Do you wanna meet at your job or a restaurant or-"

"My job is fine." Elvis said, "You can park your car in the front, and we'll take mine."

"Sounds good. " she smiled, trying not to sound so giddy, "Oh, and El!" she said as if she forgot something,

"Yeah, Cece?"

"I may have bought several volumes of Captain Marvel Jr."

"You gotta let me read 'em!"

"Why do you think I bought 'em..."

"Cece, you're the best." he grinned.

"No, El, you're the best, " she smiled. If only he knew how much he was starting to mean to her,

"Say, bring the comics. There's a diner in Beale Street we could read 'em at."

"Deal."

"Cece, time to get off the phone."

"Let me guess your mama."

"Mhmm."

"Elvis Aron Presley!

"Let me guess yours?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, Good night, El,"

"Night, Cece."

"So who was that," Denise asked as Cecelia smiled widely, her dimples on display,

"Elvis Presley, he's a friend from school. And he's showing me around town tomorrow." Denise only laughed a little at her daughter's reaction. She was happy to see that something made her smile since they moved to Memphis. "And is this Elvis cute..." Denise asked as Cecelia blushed a bit, embarrassed,

"Mother!" her brown cheeks turning red, "We're just friends!"

"For now... After all, you and Anthony Rodgers were friends..."

"That was a poor judgment. Besides, Anthony's an actor."

"Who pretended to love me to get to you." Her mother was right, but she knew that Elvis was different. Besides, he didn't know her secret. And she didn't plan for him to find out anytime soon either,

"He's not like that."

"What's he like then."

"I don't fully know yet, but he's not that." Cecelia sighed,

"Just be careful tomorrow."

"I will, and you have fun getting Daddy to do the electrical work for the studio," Cecelia mentioned as she walked up the stairs.

Neither party could hardly fall asleep from the excitement of seeing the other. Elvis tossed and turned in his bed. And Cecelia was counting sheep and talking to her posters as she swooned. This wasn't a date, right? Right?"

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foreverwayward · 9 months

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Supernatural: The Series Rewrite Masterlist

Welcome to my series rewrite masterlist! I hope you enjoy and find yourself wanting to join the hunt with me and share our heroes’ journey together.

Summary: As Sam and Dean begin the search for their father, a chance encounter with another hunter will change the roads ahead. Riley Munroe is a hunter, raised by her father after her mother tragically died when she was only six months old. Brought together by loss, grief, and the family business, Sam, Dean, and Riley join forces. They’ll find that their stories are intertwined and lean on each other as they search for answers and to avenge those they’ve lost. They’ll face evil, darkness, and Hell itself…as a family.

**Series still ongoing**

Season 1:

S1 Chapter 1: It Runs in the Family

S1 Chapter 2: Bloody Mary

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Chapter Teasers:

S1 Chapter 2: Bloody Mary

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 months

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Bloodlines: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You must have stepped foot into the 1950s because Chicago is run by five monster families like the fucking mafia. Who knew?

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

Ennis heads back to the restaurant where his girlfriend died and sneaks inside. It's closed at this time of day, but that doesn't stop him from getting the answers he thinks he deserves. There is a secret club in the back where he saw some people go in last night, and he sneaks into that room only to see a much larger room that looks exactly like the restaurant.

You arrive just in time to hear Ennis shout in fear. Ennis is pointing a gun at a man who doesn't seem fazed by the weapon.

"Chicago PD! Stay right where you are!"

"I don't think so."

He bares his fangs when you three enter with the intention of killing everyone here.

"What the...?"

As the vampire is about to attack Ennis, Noah takes his dart gun and shoots him twice with Dead Man's Blood darts. Dean runs up to the vampire and slices his head off with his machete, startling Ennis.

"He looks better with a little off the top, don't you think? If you want to run, now's the time," Dean warns.

"I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what the hell's going on."

"You should go."

"No."

"Alright, Sam or Y/N. Give him the talk."

My name is Y/N Winchester and this is my husband Dean and his brother Sam. We're hunters that kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and everything else evil in this world."

"So you're, what, monster cops?"

"I just said we're hunters."

"What killed my girlfriend?"

"We're trying to figure that out. From what you told us, this thing sounds new or Freddy Krueger," Dean comments.

He starts looking in the cabinets behind the bar for some kind of clues.

"What about the guy I saw in the mirror? With the messed-up face?"

"He's probably a wraith. These things can look like humans until you catch them in a mirror or through a camera."

"So, you're gonna find this... whatever... and chop his head off?"

"Yeah. If that doesn't work, try a silver bullet."

"Hey, guys? This cabinet is full of blood and meat. A lot of meat. This one is labeled 'Susan'," Dean says and holds up a bag of human meat.

"That's disgusting. Well, if Sal Lassiter was here, then he's not human."

"So, what, we got monsters killing monsters now?"

"Maybe. We have to see his body."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, you're going to stay here."

"Or what? Are you going to hurt me? Kill the girl I love? Ruin my damn life?! Yeah, you're too late buddy."

"Ennis, listen. I get it. Believe me, I've been there," Sam relates, "but what we do is messed up. So, do yourself a favor and stay out. You can get hurt, too."

Ennis isn't too happy at being told no, especially if it involves his girlfriend. You have a feeling he won't be able to let this one go, but you have a job to do here. You need to get it over with so you can go back to hunting Abaddon down.

The kids are happily working on their Lego sets when you get back to the hotel, but you, Sam, and Dean are doing research on this town and the people in it. The more you dig, the more shocking the articles get.

"Check this out. I'm finding a bunch of reports of different kinds of monsters all throughout the city. Only they're witness reports. One says he saw a man bite into the neck of someone and drank their blood. In another, a woman killed a jogger and ate his heart out. There are a bunch of reports of strange occurrences all over town. From what I gather, there are five different kinds of monsters running amok here--vampires, werewolves, djinn, shapeshifters, and wraiths."

"Monster city?"

With a little more research, you get to the heart of these attacks.

"I traced the monsters back to five different families that run Chicago like some kind of mafia ring. They deal with stuff like shakedowns and organ trafficking between monster clans. Werewolves run the Gold Coast, the Djinn owns the South Side, the Shapeshifters are kind of spread out that try to keep the peace between each species, I'm not sure where the Vampires reside, and not much is known about the Wraiths."

"What is this, the 1950s?" Dean scoffs.

"Guys, this entire town is run by monsters. Humans have no idea they're here."

"Get this," Sam begins, "I found out where Sal's body is, and a man named Julian Duval paid three grand just to look at his corpse."

"We have to find Julian. No one drops three grand just to see a dead body. Do you have an address?"

"Yes. It's across town."

"Let's go. Noah, stay here with the girls."

"Okay."

He doesn't mind since he's too busy playing with his Lego set. You leave your phone behind just in case he needs you and spell the room once you leave. If it's true that monsters are running around this entire town, there is no way you're leaving your kids without some kind of protection.

It's well past sundown by the time you get to Julian's house. You're not sure what to say knowing this house is filled with monsters that might recognize the infamous Winchester hunting team.

"Not only did this guy drop three grand, but he also lives in a fucking castle. Who the hell is this guy?" Dean scoffs.

"If we're lucky, someone who knows what happened to that monster boy."

"This place could be crawling with monsters who might recognize us. We need to have a plan before we go in. Any ideas?"

As you're thinking of a plan, a gunshot goes off somewhere on the Duval property followed by a woman screaming. Without thinking, you break open the front gate and rush over to the source of the noise. Ennis and some man you don't know are by the trees, and it looks like the man you don't know is hurt by the way he's holding his chest.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It took her," the man pants.

"Who are you?"

"His name is David Lassiter. He's a shapeshifter," Ennis explains.

The house alarm goes off and guards rush out of the Duval mansion.

"Okay, we have to go now! Come on!

There will be time to question David later but right now, you need to get out of here before Duval security shows up and kills you all. Luckily the kids are not in the car otherwise not everyone can fit inside. You're in between Ennis and David to make sure nothing nefarious is happening while Sam and Dean take the front.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" you ask David.

"Look, Chicago isn't what it seems. Five different families run this city--monster families."

"We know. I read something about that after hours of digging through buried articles. I didn't think it was true."

Dean pulls over on the side of the road where it's safe to get out, and David immediately calls his sister who was the woman you heard screaming, and who had been taken.

"Okay, not that I didn't believe you, Y/N, but you're telling me there are five different monster families that run Chicago? What is this, The Godfather with fangs?"

"If it is, I'm gonna need all the help I can get," Ennis says.

"He doesn't quit. I'll give him that."

"Violet's not picking up. Shit," David curses.

"Is Violet a shifter, too?"

"Werewolf. If she has her cell, we could trace the signal."

Sam takes out his laptop and opens the website he uses to track cell phones.

"What's her number?"

"Take me with you, and it's all yours."

"No! Hell no! He's a fucking transformer!" Ennis exclaims.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta work with the bad guys to get to the worse guys. Suck it up."

"Dude, I'm right here," David sighs.

"Yeah, I see you."

Knowing he's allowed to come along, David gives Sam Violet's cell phone number. Her cell phone is located in some creepy building that has no lights on and an unkempt front lawn.

"Alright, the signal is coming from in there."

"Hey, thanks for... you know. I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

"Look, I don't need an apology from you."

"I lost someone, too, okay?! I'm trying here."

Ennis knows he's being an asshole, and he sighs deeply. They must have found each other well before you found both of them on the Duval property.

"I'm sorry about your brother. He spoke about you at the end. He said, 'David, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice'."

"Alright, you guys can kiss and make up later. We got work to do. Come on."

Dean opens the trunk and gives weapons to everyone except for you. David checks the gun he was given and looks at you in confusion.

"Aren't you going to grab a weapon? It's not smart to go in there without something."

Your eyes glow blue as you blast the side of the house with your magic. Both Ennis and David jump back from shock at the noise and the fact that you have powers.

"Sweetie, I am the weapon."

You lead the group with your magic lighting the way. You thought the building was a house but it's more like a small warehouse. There aren't many rooms Violet can hide in, but there is a tunnel that leads deeper underground where she could definitely be. The tunnel leads you further down underground until you get to a fork in the road. Three different tunnels branch out from the one you're in, so you have to split up at this point.

"You know, out of all the monsters living here, witches like you might have been a smart idea to let in."

"There ain't no witches like me."

"Alright, you're with me, Romeo," Dean says to David.

"Kid, you're with me," Sam says to Ennis.

"We'll meet back here if we can't find anything."

You go one way, Ennis and Sam go another, and Dean and David take the last tunnel. It's not hard getting lost in the maze of tunnels that seem to go on forever. It has a bit of an echo down here, so you can hear Dean or Sam if they decided to yell, and one of them did.

"David's gone!" Dean yells.

"I'll find my way to you. Keep looking for him and Violet!" you yell back.

It takes ten minutes to maneuver through the tunnels, but you end up finding Sam and Dean together in a tunnel you haven't explored yet.

"Where the hell could they be?" Sam asks.

Suddenly, you hear David yell from a room down the tunnel you're in. You rush into the room to see Violet and David in each other's arms, Ennis with a gun in his hands, and an unknown man on the ground in pain with wounds. He must be the one who has been killing monsters in town because why else would Ennis look like he's about to murder him?

"What'd we miss?" you ask.

"I know you," the man says to Ennis. "I'm sorry about your girl, but she was in the way. You understand. I know you do. They're monsters!"

"I only see one monster here."

Ennis shoots the man dead. He had that goal set the second he saw his girlfriend get murdered. Violet and David aren't the villains here, so you let them go back to their homes. They know you'll be bad if they decide to go off the trails. After today, you don't think they'll be wanting to live in this city anymore.

Now that Ennis killed his girlfriend's killer, he doesn't know what to do. On one hand, he knows this town is infested with monsters, and on the other, he got what he wanted. He could go back to his life and become none the wiser.

"Do you live here alone?" you ask when you drop Ennis back off at his house.

"My sister's on the other side of town, my mom's out of the picture, and my dad died in the line of duty a long time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Dean's phone rings, and he steps off to the side to answer it. "So, what's next?"

Looks like Ennis is choosing to stay on the hunting path knowing there is a town full of monsters who could kill him.

"Nothing. You're done."

"Okay, we're on our way," Dean says.

"Excuse us for a second." You and Sam join Dean who hangs up his phone. "What's going on?"

"We got a hit."

"You want to leave?" Sam gasps. "Dean, this city is crawling with monsters."

"Cas has a line on Metatron. This is what we've been waiting for. This is our shot, Sam."

"You're leaving?" Ennis asks when he overhears the conversation.

"Yeah, but we'll call in some other hunters--pros--and download them on the monster mob situation."

"Look, I can--"

"Ennis, serious, don't," Dean cuts him of. "If you get into this too deep, there's no getting out."

You don't want to leave Ennis alone to fight a city's worth of monsters, but Metatron takes first priority. That son of a bitch is going down, and you're going to be the one to put a knife through his heart for messing with your family.

No one, and you mean no one, fucks with your family and lives to tell about it.

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musewritingsforyou · 8 months

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The Void

Summary: The pack races to save a girl from her own father

Warnings: swearing, blood, guns

Word Count: 4.3k

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Episode Two: Part Two

y/n Pov

Stiles and I were reluctant to give away what we knew about where the twins had been hiding. We haven't really found out on purpose, it just sort of happened when we were driving around one day. We saw the twins' bikes outside Derek's apartment. And then we drove by on purpose… more than once. The bikes were always there.

Stiles slid open the door to the large and simple apartment. For the amount of people that love there and come in and out, you would think it would have more stuff in it. Lydia walked down the steps first, scanning the room when she got to the bottom.

“They said they would meet us here.” Stiles and I stepped down to both of her sides. We didn't even have a moment to react before two shadows reached out from behind the doors, barely visible.

“Jesus! Scott, are you okay?” I called out when I saw that they had rushed him, punching him square in the jaw. Before he had a change ro respond they threw him in our direction, stiles pulling me to the side before he hit the ground. There was nothing we could do but watch helplessly as they beat him. As cocky as the three of us can get- especially when put together- we know we could never match the strength of a werewolf. When Scott was thrown against a wall for a second time I reached out on impulse and grabbed Stiles' arm.

“Stiles.” I pleaded but he shook his head and winced as Scott got hit again and again.

“Stiles, please!” I said, begging him now, tugging on his arm. Still we did nothing.

Scott dropped to the ground, curled up on his side. There was blood dripping out of his mouth, sputtering in bubbles when he winced. He opened his mouth to let out a cough before speaking.

“I thought you guys were going to teach me how to roar.” he had to spit blood out of his mouth after speaking.

The twins were hovering over him, giving him a merciful break from the hits. “We are. You do it by giving in.” Ethan spoke and Aiden continued, “giving in and letting go. That's how deucalion taught us control.”

Lydia flinched as Ethan leaned down and grabbed the collar of Scotts shirt, hauling him upright with barely any effort. I tugged on Stiles’ arm again, and this time he spoke.

“Hey you know, it's funny. I've actually tried something like this on him before. Except I used a lacrosse ball and a heart monitor instead of… ya know, my fists.” he grimaced and shuffled on his feet. “But you're right, beating the living shit out of him is probably better.”

Scott shared a look with Stiles before turning his attention back to the twins. “That's actually the plan?” he asked, “you kick my ass?” the boys nodded before responding.

“You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you.”

I scoffed a little, “Sure yeah, seems like a great plan you've got going.”

They started to taunt Scott. Flashing their eyes at him and circling him like predators as he bent in half from the pain. I tried to step forward but was stopped by a hand on my arm.

“You’ll only make it worse.” Lydia said to me, holding herself with her other arm.

They were pushing him back and forth so quickly it was making me dizzy, throwing and pushing and taunting him, over and over and over again. Finally there was a light in Scott's eye. He swung. But just as quickly as he had recovered, they were on him again, two punches for every move he made. Scott was back on the ground with Aiden standing above him.

“You need to become the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of!” Scott got to his knees and swung again but it was too slow, too sluggish. He was just pushed to the ground again.

“Stiles I don't know how much more of this he can take.” I said, turning to him, “he can't turn right now, he isn't healing like he should be.” Stiles looked at me and nodded. In the background Scott was on his knees on the floor, coughing blood in large drops.

“I know, I know.” Stiles said, chewing on a thumb. “Fight back Scott, come on.”

“What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?” Scott was staring at the floor, blood covering his mouth. He was shaking just with the effort of not fully collapsing to the floor. After the twins responded there was a moment of silence. Scott looked to the floor and took a deep breath before forcing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood off his mouth crudely before charging at the twins. I had to look away.

“Stiles, this has to stop!” I said into his shoulder. He was shielding me from it, trying not to let me look. But I could hear punch after punch after punch. The sound of the blood hitting the ground. Still holding my head to his shoulder, Stiles extended a hand and shouted to them.

“Enough!” he paused, looking over at Ethan. “You need to stop him!” Ethan walked over to his brother and grabbed his hand mid punch.

“What? I thought we were helping him.” his brother paused.

“You help too much.” there was an unspoken message in his eyes, a conversation between the two of them that the rest of us were not privy to. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that this was over. It was done. And none of us were any better for it.

Stiles, Lydia and I slowly approached the table where Scott was laying on his back, still covered in blood. He turned his head to the side and spit out a glob of blood. Stiles nearly puked. I continued walking until I was at his head, slowly taking a hand and placing it under his skull.

“Scott?” I asked quietly. His eyes were open but not looking at me. “Scott, are you okay? Can you hear me?” he nodded slightly. “Okay, good.” I looked over my shoulder at Stiles who was leaning against a wooden post with his hands over his face. Lydia was still standing beside me. “Hey Lydia?” She stepped closer and I turned my head to look at her. “Would you mind standing right where I am for a minute? Just keep your hand right here-” I placed hers over mine behind Scott's head, “and don't move for a minute, okay?” I slipped my hand out from under her's and waited for her to shift positions.

I gently removed Stile's hands from his face. His eyes were a little bloodshot. “ We need to get him to the jeep, and I need to assess him a little.” Stiles nodded. “I'm worried he might have a concussion, I really don't know how fast he's healing right now.” Stiles nodded again and I placed my hands on his arms.

“Was that a really dumb thing that I just had him do?” he asked me, glancing over my shoulder to Scott and the twins at the far end of the room.

“You were just trying to help, Stiles. He’ll be just fine.”

“And Malia?” he said, eyes widening, “what if he can't do it? What if he can't turn her back?”

“Then we will figure something else out, find someone else to do it.” I rubbed both of his arms as he heaved a sigh.

“Come on, it's late and we need to drive him home.” Stiles nodded.

“He’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah” I sighed “we’ll all be fine.”

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y/n POV

Eventually with the help of the twins we managed to get Scott into the jeep. At first we insisted we didn't need or want their help, but logistically we just couldn't make it work. After I cleaned the blood off and made sure he wasn't about to pass out we all decided that he was probably healing fast enough for it to be fine. I still insisted we drive him home.

Stiles and I drove back to his place in silence. We were both so tired. And yet somehow I couldn't imagine sleeping. When we pulled in his dad was sitting on the couch, badge and gun on the table in front of him, some old cop show on the TV. He barely looked up as we walked in the door.

“Hey kids.”

“Hey dad,” Stiles said quietly, heading right for the stairs.

“Woah, woah woah. Hang on a second” Stiles sighed and swung back down, throwing himself into a recliner by the couch. I perched myself on the arm and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Where were you two all day? I thought I would have seen you hours ago.”

Stiles and I shared a glance before he responded. “Oh just, uh, trying to figure things out for Malia, you know.”

“Malia the coyote?”

“Werecoyote. But yeah, her.” The sheriff sighed and finally turned his head. “Hang on. Why do you-” he pointed at me, “have blood all over your sleeves?”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. I didn't even know I had gotten blood on me.

“Dad listen-”

“No no no, don't ‘listen’ me. If something happened you've got to tell me, it's the only way I can help!” He got up from his chair and squatted in front of the both of us. “Now, I know you've been tired and there are some not so normal things going on right now but-” he placed a hand on his son's knee, “you can tell me anything, both of you.”

“I know, dad. I know. We were trying something out, something we thought would help Scott. It didn't help him, he got a little hurt. Just a few scratches I swear, he'll be fine by morning.” The sheriff then turned his gaze to me.

“Is he telling me the truth?”

“As much of it as usual.” I replied.

The sheriff sighed again and rubbed his head, but moved back over the couch and sat down. “Alright then, good enough for me.”

Stiles and I got up and he took my hand as he led me up the stairs. Before we got to the top we heard his dad call out from downstairs.

“Get some sleep tonight. And no funny business.”

Stiles and I laughed, sharing a look before heading into his room. We went about our usual routine, closing the blinds, brushing our teeth. When I slid beneath the blue and white comforter a breath released from me. I spread out for a moment, taking up every inch of the bed before Stiles stepped in the room. He sat on the edge and pulled off his shirt and sweatpants.

“Move over, starfish.” I rolled my eyes, but moved to the side so he could get in. I was only on the other side for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the hem of my shorts, dragging me by the waistband to his side.

I nestled into him, resting my head on his warm chest and throwing my leg between his. He brushed a soft kiss to my head, running his hand in circles over my back. We stayed like that for a minute, just feeling each other until he stopped the movement on my back.

“What?” I looked up at him as he asked me.

“What do you mean, what?” I asked.

“Somethings wrong I can feel it. You're not falling asleep and your shoulders are all tense like you're thinking about something that's bothering you.”

I hadn't even known I was doing that. “I don't know. I mean- I just-” I huffed and continued, “there’s a girl in there, Stiles. A young girl who got trapped in that body. Not only do we have no idea what she's going to be like if we get her out, but we don't even know if we can get her out.” I moved my head to look at him. “What happens if we fail? I can't be the cause of some poor girl's death.”

Stiles looked at me for a minute, thinking. He resumed the movements on my back just as he opened his mouth to speak. “First of all, even if we fail, that doesn't mean she dies. And even if she died that in no way means it was your fault”

“I-” he cut me off before I could start

“Nope, you can't argue this one. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask for this, and we are only trying to help.” he moved his hand to my hip and squeezed. “We are going to figure this out, y/n/n. We are going to make it work.” I didn't respond

“So we make it work. Then what? What about you, what about Scott and Allison?”

“We find Derek, we find a way to close the door. One step at a time okay?”

I relented. Mostly from pure exhaustion.

“Hey.”

“What?” I whispered back

“I love you.” He smiled sleepily at me and I returned it quickly.

“I love you too mischief”

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Stiles POV

I don't remember if I slept. I never seem to these days anyway. When I finally decided it was morning I let y/n sleep for another hour while I lay there, head twisting around itself. If something goes wrong today, if one of us doesn't do our part, a girl could end up dead.

I lightly shook y/n awake. She mumbled incoherently and nuzzled further into my chest.

“Hey.” I whispered, moving the hair out of her face.

“No thanks” she whispered back.

I laughed and turned over, leaving her alone in the center of the bed as I slipped out on the other side. She groaned for a little while but eventually sat up, the night shirt I gave her riding up over her stomach.

“Is it really time to go already?”

I nodded, throwing on a shirt from my chair. “We want to get out there early, before the joggers go out. If he actually put traps around someone could get hurt.”

She siged and rubbed her brows, “we could get hurt”

“Yeah, we could”

She got out of bed anyways.

Our plan was to all meet up in the middle of the trail behind the highschool. We were hoping that as early as it was there wouldn't be any joggers on the path just yet. The sun was barely up. Scott, Issac, Allison, and Lydia had already made it to the halfway point when we arrived at the parking spot. The dew was still fresh, goosebumps raising on my skin as we started to walk.

“Took you long enough.” Issac called out when we got into sight.

“Someone was a little hard to get out of bed.” I said, rolling my eyes in his direction. y/n took a long swig out of the coffee mug in her hand and shrugged.

“I still think this is a bad idea.”

Allison was standing quietly beside Issac, chewing on her cheek. Lydia and y/n had a silent conversation with their eyes before walking over to her, each girl standing at her opposite shoulder. Lydia looked around and shook her head slightly.

“Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?”

Scott turned to her in seconds. “We are trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter.”

“Actually, we are trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote. Who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change-”

“Do you ever think before speaking?” y/n gave him a stare I did not envy. He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

“Did you bring it?” Scott asked Allison. She had stopped chewing on her cheek, the girls at her sides steading her. Allison reached put a hand behind Lydia to open her trunk, pulling the rifle out smoothly. I flinched a little. The girl still kind of scares me. She finally put the gun down at her side, still too close for my comfort.

After Allison pulled out the rifle form her trunk we all split off into groups to look for the coyote as well as the traps set by her father. y/n and I were sent on the walking path, doing a full circle as far as we could until either we find her, or someone else does. It would have been a nice romantic walk if it weren't for the whole, ‘looking for a murderous creature’ thing going on.

We had only been walking for a few minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was still so on edge that it made me jump and look around before I realized what it was.

“It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about that doll?” I asked my dad over the phone, speaking loud enough that y/n could piece together the information.

“I don't know, but listen to me, there are traps all over those woods. Near the trails, probably near the crash, and Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods you got that?”

I stopped fidgeting and looked up from the dirt beneath my feet.

“Stiles?” my dad and y/n asked at the same time. I locked eyes with y/n/n as I responded to him. Everything came together all at once. The crash site, the clothes, her father. The doll. That goddamn doll.

“Its the doll.”

“Stiles?” they both asked again. I hung up the phone, staring at y/n who had taken another step close to me when I stopped responding. I tried to explain to her what I meant, about it being the doll, but we both quickly realized that I actually hadn't put it together as well as I had thought. I kneeled down on the ground to think while she paced back and forth behind me.

“All right, but why would it go all the way to the school, and then all the way back to the house just for a doll.” I paused shaking my head. “One that was in the crash to begin with. We didn't even find it in the den.”

“So she likes the doll, what do you mean?” she asked me. I didn't really have an answer.

“Yeah, she likes the doll a lot.”

y/n paused her pacing, stopping directly behind me. I twisted around to look at her.

“What kind of doll was it?”

“Its a- I don't know- its a doll, you know? Creepy looking, dead soulless eyes?” she sighed behind me. “Actually I took a pic.” I got up to show it to her. She looked at it for a minute, pointing at Malia and then tracing her finger back to the girl beside her. The girl holding the doll.

“Stiles, she's not holding the doll. Her sister is.”

“I know what she's doing. I know where she’s going.”

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y/n POV

Stiles didnt take the time to explain to me what he was thinking before he picked up his phone again and dialled a number. I resumed by pacing nervously behind him, chewing on my fingernails as I tried to over hear both sides of his conversation.

“Scott, its me, you need to call me back as soon as you can. It wasnt Malia’s doll, it was her sisters,”

I stopped paying attention as he began to walk quickly down the path. I followed behind him, trying to keep up the pace with the coffee in my hand. I didn't even notice the metal in the ground in front of me until it was too late.

“The car wreck, she's headed to the car wreck.”

There was a terrible sound as the metal under my foot groaned. I finally looked down, my heart jumping into my throat. “Stiles?” I called out, my voice shaking.

“yeah” he shoved his phone back into his pocket as he turned around.

I was holding my breath, staring down at the tap that mercifully hadn't snapped shut on my leg. I watched as his eyes dragged down to where I was looking, finally seeing the glint by my foot. He rushed forward as I started to panic.

“Stiles!” I wanted to step off. I wanted to jump and run and get out of here. He threw out a hand as he rushed over to me.

“y/n do not move.”

He was standing right in front of me now, his shoes almost brushing the edge of the trap. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I needed to calm down. I needed to get myself out of this.

“Look for a warning label.”

Stiles shook his head at me, confused. “A warning label? Why would they have a warning label on this thing?”

“Because animals can't read.” I said, closing my eyes again to calm myself.

Stiles got down on the ground, holding my calf with one hand and placing the other beside the trap on the ground. He was whispering to himself as he searched until finally he found it. He stared and stared at the one spot of color until he finally looked up at me.

“y/n/n we've got a problem.” The sweat dripped down his brow. “I can’t read either.”

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y/n POV

My breath was shaking. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. that's okay.” Stiles sat back on his heels, rubbing his face in his hands.

“Okay? What do you mean okay? Nothing about this is okay!” I held out my hand for him to grab.

“Stiles, you need to breathe. We can figure this out.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of my hand to kneel back down on the ground. “You don't need the instructions. When is the last time you ever used instructions, right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with that. So you can figure it out. Just figure it out.”

He didn't look at me as he wiped the sweat off of his face. I continued to breathe as slow as I could with my eyes closed. I could hear his ruffling the leaves around the trap, running his hands along all it's edges until he stopped.

“Okay. okay, here we go” My eyes flew open. He was still kneeling on the ground, his hand on something that looked like a little wheel. “You ready?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

“Okay. here we go.”

In seconds I was off the trap, being pulled into his arms and away from the metal. A gasp made its way out of my lips as I realized I was still fully intact. Stiles arms were wrapped around me, my hands clutching the edge of his sweatshirt. I pressed the side of my cheek against his as we both stared at the now shut trap. Breathing heavily we turned and looked at each other.

“Lets not do that again, huh?” He said, holding the back of my head. I nodded, mumbling as I dropped my head to his chest. There was a sudden rumbling in the woods. The trees shifted and shook, the air seemed to hum. Until all of a sudden a sound reached us. A howl. Scott.

Stiles looked at me, smiling. “Now that's what i'm talking about.”

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Stiles POV

Not too long after Scott's call we made it out of the woods. I made y/n jump on my back as we walked. She made fun of me and joked about being heavy, but there was simply no way in hell I was letting her feet touch the ground after all of that. If someones getting their leg stuck in a trap again, it'll be me. At least she could read the warning label.

We found Scott and the rest of the pack by the cars in the middle of the woods. My dads cruiser was there too, off to the side. No other police cars were there. I could faintly see him over at the back, grabbing his extra jacket and draping it around a girl.

I stopped at stared at y/n. A girl. “It worked.”

“Oh my god it worked.” she said back. She flung herself back into my arms and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The rest of the pack made their way over to us. Issac's legs were covered in blood, but other than that we were all relatively unscathed.

“You got her back.” I said to Scott, bumping him on the shoulder. He didn't say anything but just nodded, staring off into the woods behind the police cruiser. y/n, Lydia, and Allison had walked a little ways away, alternating between giggles of joy and raised eyebrows from what I can only assume is the trading of stories from our time in the woods. I walked over to my car, waving a hand at my dad who gave me a smile and a nod. We would be talking about this later I'm sure, but for now, we are alive and so is that girl. A girl who can go home to her father thanks to us.

y/n stepped into the passenger seat just a few minutes later, leaning her head back against the leather seat and closing her eyes. I looked out the window for a moment, watching everyone else get in their cars and leave. Finally, once everyone else had gone I put the car into reverse. And then I sopped. I sighed and shook my head.

“What?” y/n opened her eyes to look at me with confusion all over her face- as well as some dirt.

“Of course now i can fucking read.”

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lara-prism-light · 6 months

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Ninjago Rewrite project

I mentioned in my birthday/announcement video that I was going to do a rewrite of Ninjago from the beginning and the entire show.

This will only be until Crystallized, as Dragons Rising is still at the beginning of It's story, so the Rewrite will only consider the first 17 seasons plus the new information from DR.

Ninjago remains one of my favorite shows, but I'd be lying to say that it's perfect or that it doesn't have any problems, because, oh how it does.

I'll break this down into Posts separated from each other about some of the ideas I have in mind. Luckily, you all can give me feedback so I know what else I could include in this rewrite.

I will include the link to my Discord server in case anyone wants to give any additional ideas on the project, this is something I have wanted to do for a long time.

Ninjago Rewrite Discord Server

#ninjago rewrite #ninjago lego #lego ninjago #ninjago #lego ninjago rewrite #rewrite #series rewrite

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themarkedhunter · 8 months

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Introduction &. FAQ

HELLO!

By no means am I new to this site. The loyal followers that are somehow still around waiting on me can vouch for that. Yet I am back once again for another go at what I consider to be a passion project of mine. But how can this be a passion project if you aren’t very far? I can hear you say. How is it a passion project if you keep restarting? How is it a passion project if you disappear for months and years on end? Well, that’s just it, isn’t it? I keep coming back! I might not be the most consistent writer, but Supernatural means a lot to me, and a venture such as this has always been in the back of my mind. I want to write this. I want to work on it from start to finish but I am comfortable enough to say that I needed to work on myself first.

For those that are new or in need of a re-introduction, my name is Faith. I used to write this project under the title of “You’re in Supernatural '' around 2013ish, I believe, and made it about halfway through season one when I decided my writing wasn’t up to par. I disappeared then but tried to rebrand a second time during 2020ish when Supernatural ended. As we all know, that was a troubling time, so I didn’t make it that far either. Eventually, I made a tertiary post in spring of this year about how I felt a call back to this project once more, and now, I am here to finally put my foot down and make an effort with it. I feel I have grown as a writer and am proud of the general direction I have planned for this character. Third time's the charm, right? I have truly missed writing, this platform, and interacting with all of you!

WHAT IS THIS?

What is this project in mind? The series I am writing, referred to frequently as both Tribus or The Marked Hunter, is a reader insert that creates an original character within a designated fandom and rewrites episodes so the created character is in canon media. Starting from Season One and moving forward, I will try my best to ensure you are part of as much of the action as possible. While your character follows many of the chronological and canon storylines the Winchesters do, you have your own storylines to deep dive into as well, and I cannot wait to show you the ideas you have, as well as ideas you might request! As of the current moment, I do not plan to skip any episodes, and will do my best to tag accordingly to fit potential reader’s needs.

This blog will feature episode inserts, backstories, original series, and little one shots and imagines in-between. The limits are endless, and I cannot even begin to explain how thrilled I am to be back. I hope that you all enjoy the character I have created for this universe and my writing as well!

MAKE NOTE!

Before I introduce you to your character, which will appear in a separate post, there are some things that I wish to make known in regard to my particular take on a reader insert and how updates will go.

Firstly, this rewrite will solely be presented on this tumblr blog, under The Marked Hunter / plaidandantlers as well as on Wattpad, under plaidandantlers. I have run into my stories being stolen in the past, and therefore, if you see the contents of my writing anywhere else without my notice or explicit permission, it is not mine, and I’d appreciate it if you'd let me know about it.

Secondly, fanfiction and the reader insert community has grown and changed so much since I initially started writing, and a big thing that I’ve personally noticed is word count. Personally, I have never really taken part in that. I will say that I have been known to expand, and over detail as some would say, in my old run. I tried to make each rewritten episode about five parts each if possible, with no telling if I were to add extra parts on the side or in between episodes. The parts themselves would be quite extensive! I can’t say that that is going to change this time around.

If this is not your preference, no worries. I know that tumblr isn’t the easiest platform to write upon, especially when it comes to reading fics, but regardless, we are so lucky there are so many talented writers here! There are so many to choose from. This is why this story is also available upon Wattpad, as I feel keeping the story altogether and not by separate post may be a bit easier upon. Have you seen my masterlist? Yikes.

Third, I welcome ideas, questions, and suggestions! My ask box will always be open. As for the first episode, I am regaining my footing and have plotted it out thoroughly. I perhaps won’t start taking requests for episodes until Wendigo at the earliest, but by all means, do not let that stop you if you have an idea for the Woman in White! I try to incorporate as much as I can, but sadly, please also note that not everything can be added into the story. I will either place them in separate series or one shot, or highly encourage you to attempt to write your own! Even if you don’t share it, these are so fun to make.

Fourth, and most importantly, I am not ashamed to admit that this reader insert originally derived from an original character concept into this wonderful fandom. This character means a lot to me, but in order to share my writing, it was most comfortable for me to convert it into a reader insert. There may be slip ups in regard to posting content. I dislike writing in the first person, and second point of view makes me feel that I’m tearing out chunks of information. I tend to write from a third point of view and edit it later, so be prepared to see some slip ups in regard to seeing OC names or third person pronouns. If you notice an error, please be kind in pointing it out to me so I can correct it.

This also being said, as the insert is based off of an original character, this particular series is intended for female audiences. In my old run, I had a lot of confusion as to whether it was gender neutral or if I could make a different version to fit a specific gender. While I would love to do that, I barely keep up with my project as is, and that would be a lot of extra work for me. I am absolutely not against it, but given my limited free time, I would like to present it as close to my original vision as possible. I have no intention to disappoint or offend anyone, therefore, if you would like to create your own version, or would like to take my writing and submit it under new pronouns, etc. I would be happy to see your vision come to life!

This reboot also features a face claim for the reader but is not necessary to use at all. I enjoy making edits from time to time and find that quite difficult to do when using an anonymous face. The original character’s face claim is Jenna Louise Coleman, and I will continue to be using her for various creations outside of the writing. There are even a couple that have already been posted in regard to her face claim being used in various episodes upon my page. Never fear, descriptions of your appearance will be made in multiple segments to make it individualized as much as possible. Examples such as (eye color), (hair color), etc. Therefore, if you see any mistakes in editing, such as described above, please be polite in correcting my errors!

This also being said, I welcome seeing edits and descriptions of your own fancasts as well. Genuinely, I will beg for it. I enjoy seeing how people envision themselves when reading or whatever face claim they cast as themselves when reading.

Lastly, it needs to be said. I claim nothing of the following project as my own except for the creation of (Y/N) Summers and the surrounding plotlines. Any other characters, settings, and plots belong to Supernatural and all other rightful owners! This is only meant for the intent of entertainment, and I shall never claim any of it as my own.

FAQ

Why is this referred to as The Marked Hunter and Tribus?

I guess you’ll just have to find out! There’s a reason for it, but of course, I don’t wish to disclose all my secrets right away. I wish to present this like a book as much as possible, and therefore some things need to be revealed in their own time.

Why is the first season titled ‘Enigma’?

This part I can easily share. An enigma is a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. I feel this particular word fits the reader and their plot for this season swimmingly. The reader is known for being after similar things the brothers are, but of course, is an individualized person, and will find things about themself along the way they have yet to grasp.

Will your series have the reader end up with Sam or Dean? Will they end up with (So and So)?

Only time will tell! I understand there are many Sam-Girls and Dean-Girls, trust me, but I want to keep a few surprises in store for all of you. You may end up with one, both, or even neither. Nothing is set in stone just yet. I will state that while there may be little implications here and there for your reading pleasure, a majority of the first season will feature no romance. Given this is the beginning of the show and my story, there is so much that can and needs to be introduced to use canonically as well as with your character, and I’d rather focus on the build up of friendships and plots before anything gets too deep and heavy.

Will you have a word count?

Briefly stated above, I do not have a word count and that is a personal preference. I often feel too pressured to hit a certain amount of words, or in different settings, feel I have written too much or too little. I want this to be a fun project, and I wish to present my writing and my ideas to the best of my abilities, regardless of how long or short a full rounded idea may come to be.

My initial plan is to make each episode about five parts each. I feel this breaks up the episodes nicely, and seeing as the length of each part is unknown, even more so. We’ll just have to wait and see! Please also note that I will also be making extra parts, backstories, original series, and imagines on the side. While having a basic outline, anything can happen. Little details don’t tend to speak to me until the time comes. Let’s see where this goes.

I have an idea for this episode, may I submit it? I have a headcanon for the reader’s backstory, may I share it? I have an edit I’d like to share with you, would you like to see?

Yes, yes, yes! Despite my basic outline and twists and turns along the way, the main concept is that this is made for you, and I’d love to see how people interpret my writing and their character. I value ideas, feedback, and anything else you wish to share with me. My ask box is always open. I have always loved interacting with my readers and answering their questions, it’s a majority of the reason why I keep coming back. Sadly, I may not be able to incorporate every idea I receive, but I most certainly will try my best!

Do you write anywhere else?

I only write on this tumblr blog and on Wattpad, under plaidandantlers. If you feel this story has been copied in any way without my knowledge of explicit permission, please let me know so I can handle it.

When will you start?

My goal is sometime within October. I am currently working on an outline of the first season as well as a rough draft of the first couple episodes being written out. September is a busy month for me, as well as the first few weeks of October, but I want to get this going as soon as possible. I appreciate and value your time and patience.

Will you have consistent updates? When will you post?

Undetermined at this time. I used to post every day and queue up some parts and pieces, but I felt my writing lacked when I tried to hold myself to a daily deadline. I am not going to hold myself to a deadline this time, but just hope and work hard on progressing in general. Updates may be every day, every couple days, every week, etc. but I am bound and determined to keep up with this project this time around.

I have a question not listed here!

I plan to make a FAQ page eventually, and as the series is ongoing, will obviously update it as necessary. Please submit any questions you ask and refer to the page often.

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journalerprojectmanager · 1 month

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CHAPTER 1 COMING SOON

Hookay so after roughly 6 months of writing this thing due to several bouts of procrastination and writer's block Chapter 1 of Project: Journals is getting ready to ship out proper. After I get proper feedback from my beta readers on what to change and where to improve, the intended release window is within the next few weeks.

The first chapter isn't going to be very lore-heavy or action focused, it's generally meant to be a prologue of sorts for several characters and admittedly about two thirds of it is just retelling the Team RWBY character trailers with slight changes. Though there are attempts at prologues for Jaune and Pyrrha in there too, so that's something. Point is, Chapter 1 is almost ready. I'm hoping that it can at least lead to something good once it's polished up and releases. - JournalMarker, Project: Journals Primary Writer

#rwby #fanfic #ao3 #rwby rewrite #reboot #series rewrite

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 8 months

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Legend of the Dragon S1 Ep 1-13 Watch and Rewrite

I have gone down a rabbit hole by watching a random show from early 2000s (think Liberty's Kids, Sherlock Holmes 22nd Century kind of channel) that is clearly trying to jump on the Xiolin Showdown/Avatar the Lat Airbender and admittedly, it's mediocre but I'm just fascinated by its potential so my writer brain has a loooot of thoughts.

You can find the whole series on youtube if you want to watch before reading cuz this has spoilers.

Here's the plot: The show starts when the previous Golden Dragon has passed on to the afterlife and Ang and Ling Leung, seventeen-year-old fraternal twins, born in the year of the Dragon, are next in line for the Golden Dragon powerband and use of its mystical abilities to defend the mortal world from evil. Ang doesn’t believe he will become the Golden Dragon, as Ling is the best fighter at the Dragon Dojo.

Ling is positive that she will become the Golden Dragon. However, when Master Chin Ho calls upon the power of the Golden Dragon to choose who will be the next Golden Dragon, it chooses Ang. Humiliated and furious, Ling storms out of the temple and is tempted by the dark and evil power of the Shadow Dragon. From then on, Ang is forced to fight his twin sister.

First, the general

Alright, the animation style, let’s face it it’s not the best. But after seeing 80s shows, it’s not the worst. It’s just very dated. It’s a weird combination of some shots are really good, and some just look like bad flash animation yet you can also see the detail in the fight choreography. It’s weird.

Speaking of fight choreography, the show is just in loooove with doing slow motion shots multiple times in each fight. Like it’s supposed to be epic but since it’s used all the time, I think they’re just padding the air time. And since the speeches are generic, I have fast forward through it unless a shot literally particular interesting or seems to be delivering meaningful conversation between Ang and Ling.

That or it’s trying to mimic old Kung fu movies with the over the top yelling (gets grating after awhile tbh especially from Ling), people suddenly flying (just assume everyone has the power to fly) and the slow motion.

As for the powers, each temple guardian has a magic armband that gives them powers related to their zodiac like turning into the animal plus extra like Bengali has super claw rips, the snake guardian turns into a shapeshifting, size changing cobra, the ram has power over avalanches etc.

Which makes the powers of the dragons disappointing as they display generic fire blasts. I mean if it’s the top guardian, you should put a little something special into the power like flame breath and turning into a literal dragon! So I would give the dragons a power upgrade stat.

Btw, besides the generic power blasts, each dragon has a voice upgrade. Ang gets a manly hero voice while gets sexy villainess voice. It’s kinda funny because it’s just so unexpected. No explanation for why these teenagers suddenly sound like adults or why that’s part of their transformations, it’s just there.

As for the dialogue, the show has some spark when it allows the characters to show their personalities with humorous lines that make them distinct but it is also hampered by generic hero speech tropes (like in a fight it’s more about “Incoming” “I know the real you is in there” etc. if you’re going to do the tropes, at least make it specific to your character). Like the animation, it has good potential but also limited.

Now to the real meat of the show the characters: Like the summary says, the two mains are Ang and Ling who are suddenly on opposite sides due to Ling’s insistence that she deserves to be the golden dragon.

The first scene brilliantly sets up their personalities with them sparring. Ling dominates the fight with aggressive, offensive moves but Ang manages to outmaneuver her with observation and subtly. When Ang teases her about forgetting Master Chin’s lesson on using your opponents’ leverage, Ling nearly hits him again in anger over losing.

Foreshadowing. . . Totally

Ang is set up as the more laid back of the two. Into video games and movies, while Ling has been eagerly awaiting the day to be the temple guardian her entire life.

As Master Chin invites to the temple, the show further demonstrates their differences and sets up Ang as the real candidate for Golden Dragon. Ling is consumed with getting the prestigious position, focusing on the power she will gain. Ang rightly points out, there’s a lot of responsibility to it too but that’s not interesting to Ling. She will rule, it’s a given, because she earned the spot.

And so Ling’s pride goeth before fall.

It’s only natural since Ling represents the yin which is feminine and dark and Ang is the yang, masculine and light (as if the name wasn’t enough of a clue).

Ling may have memorized the teaching/learned all the moves, Ang is the one who has taken the education/teachings to heart and put them into practice.

Ling tries to take the armband even when Master Chin tells her it’s not a mistake but it electrocutes her and when he assures her that her real destiny is to support the Golden Dragon and teach the next generation like he did, she blows up and directs all her anger at poor Ang who doesn’t even want the position.

Anyway, I’ll go into my thoughts about what I thought about the split in the episode discussion but from therein, Ang maintains a typical protagonist personality when one is suddenly the chosen one. He is upbeat but sometimes he gets lazy, he doubts his capabilities, he delivers a few noble speeches.

Even though he’s a bit generic, he’s still relatable and a good protagonist to follow. It helps that his relationship with his twin brings out his flaws. Like his optimistic belief that she’ll regain her common sense and stop trying to take his position as Golden Dragon.

Despite her many actions on the contrary, he still believes she can be good again even though no one else does. In fact, he gets very defensive when others call her evil or psychotic (no matter how accurate a descriptor). He’s just a very loyal person and will do anything to protect his friends.

I still think that he needs a different name if only because Ang is too on the nose for symbolizing Yang. And the other famous Aang from A:TLA. If you’re gonna take the name, it’s gonna bring up unfair comparisons to that masterpiece. Do you really wanna be known as “the other Ang”?

Ling is arrogant, aggressive, entitled, not self aware at all. . . Pretty much a good villainess in the making. I feel like the show (so far) needs to work in more positive traits as to justify Ang’s intense belief in her ability to be good again.

But she does make a good foil to Ang, easily countering him in battle and thinking ahead of him. Plus she makes a good snarky Shego to Zodiac Master’s Dr. Drakken, introducing such ideas as hacking Ang’s phone to track down other armbands and temples or to ambush him.

I’ll discuss more about how to improve her characterization in the episodes below.

Which brings me to the antagonist, the Zodiac Master. He’s a pretty generic villain, wanting to gain all the armbands so he overpower the Golden Dragon and achieve power all for himself.

And. . That’s it. I know it’s a kid’s show but this was around the same time as Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego and Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century, surely they can work in more backstory and motivation than just power for power’s sake. Like how did he even get power? Was he a former guardian, does he relate to Ling in not getting what he “earned” so he is taking it all by force? He needs more, which I’ll get to below.

I’d also improve his powers which are generic power blasts (seriously why give the secondary guardians cooler powers than the protagonist and antagonists?). He does demonstrate life force draining in one episode which I think he should utilize more to make him a more dangerous threat.

But between him and Ling, he’s the Dr. Drakken if Dr. Drakken was more evilly competent and took himself way too seriously.

Master Chin, the teacher of the dojo and all the guardians is another generic (maybe even stereotypical?) wise master character delivering vague wisdom and a sometimes humorous old man line. I also wish he had more of a backstory and developed a more fatherly guardian ie. Uncle Iroh from A:TLA

Bengali is the Tiger guardian and friend of the twins. It doesn’t say how long but one must assume they grew up together and she’s a little older since she’s been guardian for awhile (seriously this show needs to work on giving people backstories!).

She’s kinda generic too. She’s a good friend, sometimes teases, sometimes is the voice of wisdom, will go along with the others hijinks, delivers quips during battle. She’s similar to Ang in that she focuses more on the spiritual side of being guardian rather than martial. She also has feelings for him (okay not yet but it’s obvious as the only non related, reoccurring female, she’s gonna be a love interest, let’s not kid ourselves).

If I had to improve her, I would give more of a backstory on her feelings as being Tiger guardian. Since everyone seems to be an orphan in the show, maybe something about how being a guardian gives her a community, gives her a purpose in life, the spiritualism allows her to find acceptance in the face of so many unknowns of her origins, gave her confidence.

According to wiki, Tiger personalities are passionate, stubborn, generous, and with a strong sense of justice. She can provide some contrast to Ang as believing things are black and white in Ling’s case and she needs to deliver the hand of justice to eliminate the threat Zodiac Master and his sister pose. If you have the whole Chinese zodiac, lean into it.

Xuan Chi is the Monkey guardian and is exactly what you would expect. At least with western depictions of monkeys, he’s a goofy jokester. Raised in the jungle, Xuan Chi isn’t quite used to civilization and is mainly there to serve comic relief. I think kids would like him even though his one note monkey jokes can get annoying after while. Luckily, he is more than one note as he provides common sense to Ang when the latter continues to ideally believe his sister can change or tries to take short cuts of his guardian training. I like their burgeoning friendship.

Xuan Chi also has some mistakes in his past like the fact that he came to the dojo seeking help when thieves stole his armband. He doesn’t have powers like the others but his martial arts and tree swinging (and bananas) skills keep people off balance, providing dynamic fights. The loss of his armband provides some depth as he struggles with the humiliation and shame of failing his duty as guardian, revealing the insecure teen behind the happy face.

Now the first half of the season:

Alright I described most of the first episode up to Ang getting the armband at which point, Ling blows up and the Zodiac Master appears with samurai goons to kidnap Master Chin. This gives the show an excuse to show Ang’s powered up Golden Dragon transformation and save the day. Ends with Ling swearing that no matter what, she’ll take that armband from Ang and become the golden dragon herself.

First thing I would change is Ling’s reaction, vowing vengeance and all that. She acts more like a frenemy than a twin sister. She shows no care for her brother, and is so willing to hurt him for her supposedly “earned” position. There’s no connection between them and makes it hard to see why Ang would continue to root for her redemption and familial bond when Ling feels nothing on her end.

So I would change her reaction to her, still being angry, but trying to calm down and say that she’ll try to support him and teach him better cuz he’s still the baby brother.

Episode 2: Here, Ang goes with Master Chin to the dojo with Xuan Chi who came seeking help to retrieve his stolen armband. That will be saved for another episode as Ang is concerned with the sibling rift. Ling goes to the cliff side to calm down and the Zodiac Master appears to preposition her. Together, they can team up and steal the other armbands so they can eventually overpower the Golden Dragon.

She hesitates for like 3 seconds because she knows he’s evil but damn her resentment makes her easily give in to his proposal. He gives her the shadow dragon armband (basically evil twin, I mean yin powers), she shows up at the dojo, transformed and drunk on the dark side. Ang eventually defeats her, and kicks off the whole series arc.

The major change I would make here is to continue to make Ling less psychopathic. Have her totally refuse Zodiac Master’s offer because he’s everything she's been trained to fight against. She may not be the golden dragon but she has honor!

Zodiac Master would reveal his backstory-he used to be a teacher alongside Master Chin, training future guardians and warriors. But he grew weary over the years of watching guardians make foolish mistakes. He, with all his wisdom and experience should be the one with the power, he wouldn’t make those stupid mistakes. He knows better than all. So he struck out on his own and got the yin armbands (which corrupted him and so his original good albeit arrogant intentions have disappeared. Now he’s all about the power)

Ling refuses and returns to the dojo. The Zodiac Master vs Ang/Xuan Chin/Ling fight would happen and after several bad mistakes, Ang would triumph.

Ling wouldn't be able to appreciate Ang’s eventual victory through his out of the box smarts. All she would focus on is his mistakes and how, if she had been the Golden Dragon as she was supposed, she would have defeated the Zodiac Master with decisiveness. She would have defeated him once and for all, she wouldn’t have let him escape. She should be the Golden Dragon and if only she had the chance, had the armband, she could prove it.

So she goes to Zodiac Master and accepts the offer, becoming the shadow dragon and the dark side seeps into her.

Eye on the Tiger, Hero Worship, Terra Unfirma, Master of Sarcasm: All are good episodes, introducing other guardians, have Ang put his training and teachings into practice, some generic hijinks like “Don’t meet your heroes” “What being a hero/warrior really means” “Appearances are deceiving” etc.

Although I must admit Hero Worship is really dumb in Zodiac Master believing a regular movie actor is an actual warrior even after Ling tells him Wang Lee is just a lame actor her brother worships, he still kidnaps the guy, convinced that Wang Lee is capable of teaching any martial arts to Ang when it’s the other way around. I do enjoy the Drakken/Shego vibes.

Eye on the Tiger feels a lot like filler even as it shows Bengail’s Tiger guardian prowess. It was more focused on the fight scenes than character interactions or dialogue. Here, I would add more emphasis on Bengail’s friendship with the twins and the characters realizing “oh shit, Ling is serious about being a bad guy.” It does show Ling being not a total psychopath as she refuses to kill Bengali (just fight her and knock her out and steal from her but not kill)

Terra Unfirma was fine though I wanted more ox guardian action. I liked Zodiac Master’s idea to combine the ram and dog armbands even if it put him over his head and Ang had to help him out in the end.

Master of Sarcasm was the best. Not just because I liked sarcasm but because of the location change. Ang and Xuan Chi travel to Vietnam to learn discipline from Shoong (unbeknownst to them, he’s the pig guardian though his surroundings should provide a huuuge clue). He was a lot like a gruffer, tougher Master Piando. So enjoyable.

Temple of Changes was disappointing. After failing in his training because he wants to hang out at the movies and do normal stuff, Master Chin tells Ang it’s time to go to the temple of changes as all the golden dragons before him have done. There he goes through some trippy sequences and fights a dark samurai before emerging victorious and more confident in his abilities.

This was disappointing as Ang’s big test was fighting himself. Like literally fighting himself with very few psychologically painful taunts of his inadequacies. There was no reckoning with his destiny vs his wants.

So I would change this with a poignant flashback to Ang’s past. A few months ago to be exact where Ang is playing a game on his phone while Ling spars with Bengali. In the present, he thinks about his new role and his past certainty with his future. He had thought that Ling was sure to be the golden dragon so he didn’t apply himself with the same intensity. He thought he would teach others like Master Chin. That he’d be able to travel, go to university, be able to hang out with his friends without responsibilities and new foes. Now he’ll be bound to the temple, always on alert for evil and he isn’t even as formidable of a warrior as his sister was. Why him?

So the temple would have him face these questions. Since Ling wants the armband so bad, why not give it to her? Why hang onto it? Because of destiny? Does he want this destiny? Is he capable of being a good guardian? Can he actually become better than he is?

So the temple would force him to really think about why he chooses to stay in this role that he never asked for, ultimately deciding that he is doing it because he wants to. He wants to protect his community, his friends. He believes there needs to be a golden dragon in the world. He’s accomplished so much already, he can do more and he wants to improve, inserting some of the lessons Master Chin has taught him.

Mindbender is another semi disappointing episode with a good premise that doesn’t go as far as it could. It’s Chinese New Years and everyone is celebrating new beginnings. Ang hopes that will include Ling coming back to her senses which everyone rolls their eyes and warn him that Ling won’t change, he needs to give up the idea. Zodiac Master attacks, setting up a distraction for Ling to sneak into the temple and ambush Ang when he goes to recharge his armband. In the midst of battle, Ang gets knocked out with amnesia and Ling sees the opportunity to trick him into giving her the armband.

Predictably, it nearly works but Ang’s memories come back and he changes to the right side at the last minute. Also, in the episode, Ling should do a better job of convincing Ang she’s the real golden dragon if she doesn't get impatient and transform into the shadow dragon so they can escape the cave they’re trapped him. That was just so dumb.

To make it more dramatic, the plot will go as shown up till the amnesia. Ling tricking Ang will have more weight as she references their past relationship (including a cute beach flashback), she is imbuing it with truth. She has always looked out for her brother, she protects him, she cares for him. She wants him on her side as always. And here, one can tell she means it even as she’s angling for him to give her the armband. Again, this will make her look like she has actual emotion instead of a manipulative psycho.

Ang will regain his memories in time with the help of his friends, and defeat the Zodiac Master and Ling. Only their face off will end with Ang deciding to officially cut off all hope that Ling can be redeemed. He is too hurt that she was willing to manipulate their twinship, to corrupt their happy memories. She’s gone too far.

Episode ends with Xuan Chi, Bengali, Master Chin and Ang having a fun New Years meal with Ang appreciating his new family.

But there’s a flashback to his previous happy new year with Ling and Master Chin. Flashback ends to Ling sitting alone at the cliff side, staring at her locket with their baby picture. As fireworks bloom overhead, she decisively closes the locket and walks away, a tear running down one cheek.

Chow Chow is yet another interesting episode that could do more with its ending.

It all starts when the Zodiac Master is trying to resurrect the original dak Emperor of Yin, and tries to use Ling to do it by allowing the Emperor to drain her life force. Well, Ling isn't going out that way and realizing the danger she's in, tries to contact her brother for help. But the Zodiac Master intercepts the email and goes to ambush him, making it seem like it had been a trap all along.

Now I like that idea, and the subsequent execution where Ang does the smart thing and hides his armband before getting subdued by the Zodiac Master in battle which enrages him when he realizes that Ang is useless.

And Ling makes it much more difficult when Ang accuses her of setting him up and she gets all defensive that he doesn't believe her. I mean, girl, you have set up plenty of times before, you can't blame him.

Nonetheless, when Zodiac Master threatens to suck her life force, Ang gives in and agrees to show where he hid the armband.

And while all this is happening, Ang's friends have teamed up with the dog guardian, Chow Chow to literally sniff out where he's been kidnapped. I just find these specific guardian traits/powers super fun. It also comes to an entertaining battle where Xuan Chi grabs ahold of the dragon armband and temporarily becomes the Golden Dragon.

Cool but brings a few plot holes to why did it reject Ling if Xuan Chi can just take it? Does it only repel evil? Then why don't the other armbands repel Zodiac Master when he steals them?

In the end, there's a big fight and Ling returns to Zodiac master despite him trying to kill her just hours ago, proving how stubborn she is about holding a grudge against a brother who has only tried to help her. While Ang realizes she was telling the truth and admits that he wishes he could give up on her, he's sad to admit he just can't.

So I would change the ending a bit. After Mindbender, Ang won't have any trust for Ling so when he gets her email, he just straight up assumes it's a trap. The plot will go on as expected only Ling will be taken aback by the fact that Ang was prepared for the betrayal and doesn't believe her. He just wants to learn what the Zodiac Master is planning. The life force draining will still take place as well as the battle.

But the reason Ling stays with the Zodiac Master despite him trying to kill her will be because she sees that Ang doesn't trust her and she is totally alone. So she convinces herself that because this night turned out fine, she can handle it. She never needed Ang's help even if he had offered it. She'll show him and she will show that backstabbing Zodiac Master, furthering her evil descent.

Monkey Mission was a very fun episode, giving Xuan Chi more depth than I ever thought he would get. For one thing, apparently he has PTSD-esque nightmares of losing his armband. You see, he didn’t just lost a fight to some temple robbers, they held him down and electrocuted him. No wonder he has nightmares!

But now, he has a clue of where the thieves are going. They’re auctioning it and other temple items off like any good temple robber and Zodiac Master is on call to steal it back.

Why doesn't he just buy the armband since his civilian disguise looks like he’s the head of a majorly rich corporation, I don’t know, but I guess he’s cheap.

Anyway, it was a bit of Indiana Jones and a bit of a regular martial arts movie with three separate acts and gave Xuan Chi a chance to shine and prove to himself that he’s an honorable warrior even as it leaves off with a cliffhanger of the armband going missing again.

The Emperor of Darkest Yin was an episode that felt like a filler with Ang and Xuan Chi disobeying Master Chin's warnings that teaming up with Zodiac Master's vengeful ex-partner. This ex partner calls himself the Master of Red Chi whose powerful blasts mostly make up for his incompetent combat skills.

I liked the message, "When you try to use the force of evil, it is evil that ends up using you," and it plays it straight with Master Red Chi double crossing them for another of Zodiac Master's traps as well as the twist ending.

But it felt riddled with holes like why doesn't the Red Chi Master not have a name? Where did he learn red chi? Can anyone else learn or was he just born with it? His story was very vague and felt like it could have been expanded to add to the magical lore of the show.

The fight in the Hong Kong docks also felt silly with the Zodiac Master's entire samurai army in view.

Like is this like Marvel New York? Are the people used to samurais and bombs in their harbor? Isn't this supposed to be a secret mystical battle? Just the concepts of what is secret and what is normal in this world is unclear?

I would have kept the use your enemy concept but have Ang try to outwit his sister, the way she has been doing the previous episodes and throw in the Red Chi Master for the red herring (this was unintentional, I semi swear).

The Last Dragon- I actually have no complaints with this episode. It was solid story wise, revealing that the previous Golden Dragon was the twin’s father who had Master Chin erase their memories to protect him from their enemies. Of course, Ling is dumbly manipulated to turn her rightful anger toward Zodiac Master for murdering her father to being furious at her father for “abandoning” them.

But the show actually pulls through and has her realize the truth thanks to Ang and of course, a cheesy flashback.

And then they team up to fight the Zodiac Master!

It’s a temporary truce but I enjoyed that it touched on my previous complaints that Ang was the only one acting like they had a familial bond. Also Ling was less hostile psychopath and demonstrated she may have some good after all. Also them as kids were cute. I would just change the animation of the last scene because it looked less like a hug in the moonlight between twins but the beginning of something else between not siblings. . . so ew.

Spy Hard was also a fun episode. As you might guess, it’s a James Bond parody! Well a parody if James Bond had mystical possession and martial arts powers. Okay, it doesn’t really follow any James Bond movie plot but the Rooster guardian,Lo Wang has a Sean Connery voice which is delightful to listen to. Ang learns a bit about thinking before acting which I’m pretty sure he learned before but I didn’t care since I was enjoying Sean- I mean Lo so much.

Also, Ling continues to return to her roots by fighting against Zodiac Master again. While she was originally down for the whole possessing the dragon temple, she’s not in it for corrupting the Golden Dragon temple’s spirit with the darkest yin. If she’s going to steal the Golden Dragon, she’s going to do it honorably!

So yay? She’s not quite on Ang’s side but she’s not the Zodiac Master’s idiotic puppet either. And Ang trying to do an awkward fist bump was surprisingly endearing even if Ling didn’t reciprocate. You could tell she kinda wanted.

So yeah, as I write this down, I can see that it’s really starting to improve as the season goes on and I’m excited to see what the second half of the season does.

#legend of the dragon #episode thoughts #series rewrite #obscure shows

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Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Third Person POV

Chicago, Illinois

The boys and Y/N pull up in the Impala, infront of an apartment building where a young woman was brutally killed in her apartments. The three hunters are disgusted as blue collar workers this round, posing as employees for the 'PF Alarm System'. Dean gets out of the car and goes to the trunk to take out his 'equipment'. While Sam is in the backseat with a newspaper, the headline being

"Manhunt continues for Stealth Killer. Second murder in two months" with a picture of the young woman who was killed. "Alright, Dean. This is the place" Sam says to his brother as he and Y/N get out of the car. "You know, I gotta say. Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a highschool drama dork" Dean complains.

Sam scoffs. Him and Y/N chuckle, reminiscing about their highschool drama days. "What was that play you two did? That- What was it? Our Town" Dean says chuckling at the memories. "Yeah. You two were good. It was cute" He laughs, winking at Y/N and she rolls her eyes. "I was adorable" She says sassily, flipping her hair.

Dean smiles at her playfulness, his heart skipping a beat. "I only did it because Y/N forced me" Sam defends. "Oh can it dipshit, you know damn well you enjoyed it. And you were ready to tackle Andrew Milkovich for the lead" She retorts snickering, Dean laughs as Sam looks down, chuckling at the memories.

"And I nailed it" He retorts, his voice going up an octave at the 'nailed it', snapping his fingers. The trio share a laugh as they walk to the building. "Look, Dean. You wanna pull this off, or not?" Sam goes back to the subject of the costumes. "I'm just saying these outfits cost hard earned money, okay?" Dean defends.

"Whose?" Y/N scoffs. "Ours. You think credit card frauds easy?" Dean smirks. Y/N nudges him jokingly, making him chuckle as Sam shakes his head in amusement.

"Thanks for letting us look around" Sam says to the building manager who let them in. "Well, police said they were done with the place, so..." The manager says. They all walk into the room where Meredith, the young woman who was killed, was found in dead. Blood stains on the white carpet in an unusual pattern.

"You guys said you're with the alarm company?" The manager asks them. "That's right maam" Y/N nods. "Well no offense. But your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man" The woman says brutally honest. Y/N holds back a snicker at the delivery of the comment and the three hunters share a look.

"Well, that's why we're here. See what went wrong, stop it from happening again" Dean assures her, taking a step forward to investigate. "Now ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asks her and she nods. "Yeah" She responds. "Right after it happened?" Y/N asks.

"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called, she hadn't showed up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell" The woman explains as the three canvass the room. "Any windows open? Any sign of break in?" Dean asks her. "No, windows were locked. Front door was bolted. Chain was on the door. We had to cut it just to get in" She further explains.

"Like I said, bang up job your company's doing" She scoffs sarcastically. "Mhm" Dean responds. "You see any over turned furniture? Broken glass? Struggle?" Y/N asks but the woman shakes her head. "Everything was in perfect condition" She says, sighing. "Except Meredith" She says and this catches their attention.

"And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asks. "Meredith was all over. In pieces" The woman says, pointing to the blood all over. "The guy who killed her must've been some kind of a wack job" The woman says a bit disgusted. "But I'll tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it" The woman says honestly.

Dean who was stooping to the ground, looks over at Y/N and Sam looks over at them. "Ma'am, would you mind if we take some time, give this place a once over?" Y/N asks her sweetly. "Go right ahead. Knock yourself out" The woman nods kindly before leaving. The three get to work instantly, Dean opens his tool box with his EMF meter, unwrapping it from the cloth, powering it on as he talks.

"So the killer walks in and out of the apartment. No weapons, no prints, nothing" Dean says. "I'm telling you, the minute I found that article. I knew it was our kind of gig" Sam says to them. The EMF meter goes nuts, "I think I agree with you" Y/N says. "You say you talk to the cops?" She asks Dean.

"Uh, yeah. Spoke to Amy, a sweet, perky officer of the law" Dean says smugly, moving around the room with the meter as Sam and Y/N go to the other side with their EMF meters. Y/N rolls her eye at his tone. "Yeah, what'd you find out?" Sam asks him. "Well? She's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila...I mean. Oh and she's got this little tattoo right-"

"Dean!" Sam and Y/N angrily cut him off in unison because he's getting carried away talking about his hookup. "What? Yeah. Uh, nothing we don't already know" He snaps out of his daze, turning around guiltily. "Except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers" He adds. "What?" Y/N asks. "Meredith's heart was missing" He tells them and they turn around shocked.

"Her heart?" Sam asks confused. "Yeah, her heart" Dean confirms. "So what do you think did it to her?" Y/N asks them. "The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?" Dean suggests but Y/N shakes her head. "No, not a werewolf. The lunar cycles not right" She informs them.

"Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace" Sam adds. "So whatre you thinking? Spirit?" Y/N suggests to Sam as Dean looks at the blood stains on the white carpet intensely. It's almost in dots all round. "Maybe" Sam shrugs. "See if you can find any masking tape around" He tells them and they do just that.

Dean takes the masking tape, using it to basically connect the dots on the carpet. Sam and Y/N looks on at the symbol Dean connected using the tape. "Ever seen that symbol before? Cuz I haven't" Sam asks. "Never" Dean says. "Me neither" Y/N adds.

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Y/N's POV

I'm is currently sitting at a table in a bar with my laptop, researching for any possible hit on the symbol Dean conjured up. Sam went to use the bathroom and Dean is currently chatting up a cute bartending that's flashing him her tits. Not shame it in, I've done it many times to get my way. Though I'd prefer her not flash it at Dean.

I've given up on denying my feelings for Dean. I'll admit, I have a crush on him. Fuck, I really like him. And it breaks my heart to know he'll never see me like that. Sure we have our flirty banter, but that's just how Dean is. A flirtatious charming man. Seeing him get tortured by those psycho hillbillies really opened up my eyes.

It freaking hurt like hell to see him get tortured, it felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest and stomped on by Andre the Giant. I gotta sort my feelings out and figure out a way to not let my stupid crush get in the way of hunting with the boys dammit.

At the corner of my eye, I see Sam come back from the bathroom, taking a seat across from me. He opens up the newspaper clippings of Meredith's article of her murder. "Got anything, y/n/n?" He asks me. "I got zilch" I shake my head sighing, looking up from my laptop. My gaze settles on Dean flirting with the bartender, my jaw clenching at the sight as I narrow my eyes at them.

Relax Y/N, he's not your boyfriend nor will he ever be. I remind myself, gripping my beer bottle. "Did you hear me?" Sams voice snaps me out of my trance and I stare back at him confused. "Huh? Uh, yeah....you were talking about that thing" I respond lamely and Sam give me a look that says, 'that's bullshit'.

He looks back at the bar in the direction my gaze was, at the bar where Dean is flirting with the waitress, and turns back to me with a sly smile on his face. "You two are too stubborn for your own good" He tells me, snickering as I sip on my beer. "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask in confusion. "Nothing" He says smugly, giving me a knowing look and I cock my eyebrow at this. Boys, I sigh.

Dean then comes up to the table and sits next to me, "Talked to the bartender" He tells us. "You get anything? Besides her number" Sam says in a dry tone, not looking up from his article. "Guys, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that" Dean says in mock offense, both me and Sam give him a almost exact replica of Sam's classic bitch face saying, "Bullshit" I say in a singsong tone, sipping my beer

"Alright" He grins cheekily, holding up a napkin with a number on it. Me and Sam shake our heads. "You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam scoffs annoyed. "Huh? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here. She waited tables. Everyone here is her friends. They say she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died. So..." Dean lists off defensively.

"What about that symbol. You got anything on it, Princess?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Nope. Nothing, it wasn't even in your dads journals or any of the usual books" I tell him. "So we'll just have to dig a little deeper. I guess" Sam says looking around as Dean looks at the bartenders number and smiles.

"Well, there was a first victim right? Before Meredith?" Dean asks us. "Right, yeah. Uh, his name was...uh...his name was Ben Swardstrom" Sam tells us, pulling out the news paper clipping of his article, handing it to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal, the door was locked, the alarm was on" I explain to him. "Is there any connection between the two of them?" He asks.

"Nothing we can tell. I mean, not yet. At least. Ben was a banker. Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds" Sam says. "So, the recap. The only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartenders phone number" Dean says sarcastically with a smile and I roll my eyes.

"Why don't you do the research huh hotshot, might be stuck on this case by time we're ready to be put in a nursing home if you're the one hitting the books" I tease jokingly and he scoffs in mock offense. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Not all of us are nerds, y/n" He retorts with a wink and I chuckle. We notice Sam looking intently behind Dean and turn back simultaneously to see what he's looking at. "What?" Dean asks Sam.

Sam then gets up and walks away from the table. "Sam?" I call out to him but he approaches a young beautiful blonde short haired girl. "What was that about?" Dean asks confused. "Let's go find out" I say shrugging, finishing my beer. I get up and Dean follows behind. "What about you, Meg? I thought you were going to California" Sam says to the girl, who's name seems to be Meg.

The second we approached her, something about that girl's presence was off. Just the sight of her irritated me, I don't know why but I already don't like her. I could feel a heat rising in my body just looking at her. "Oh, I did. I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh and I met what's his name, something Michael Murray at a bar" She tells Sam proudly, Dean and I look at each other confused at this.

"Who?" Sam asks confused. "It doesn't matter. Anyways the whole scene got old. So I'm living here now" Meg tells him flirtatiously. I notice Dean looking at her up and down and I roll my eyes. I swear this man only thinks with his dick. Dean then clears his throat. "You're from Chicago?" Sam asks her. "No. Massachusetts. Andover" She responds.

"Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other" She said excitedly. "Yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again" Sam says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you were wrong" She responds coyly and I cock my eyebrow at this. Oh she's into Sam, damnnn. Dean clears his throat again, "Dude. Cover your mouth" Meg snaps a bit annoyed and I snicker lightly.

Dean is taken back by this and Sam turns to look at us. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Meg. This is...um.." Sam starts to introduce us and chuckles. "This is my brother, Dean. And my best friend, Y/N" Sam says. "This is Dean and Y/N?" Meg asks him shocked. "Yeah" Sam responds. A smug smile rises on Deans face "So you've heard of me" He says cockily.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you. Nice the way you treat your brother like luggage" She snaps and we're both taken back by this. "Sorry?" I add confused. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do. Stop dragging him over God's green earth. Sounds like his best friend is more supportive than his own brother" She scoffs. "Meg, it's alright" Sam says lowly and she calms down.

Dean then whistles and coughs lightly, "Okay, awkward" I say, me and Dean chuckling awkwardly. "Let's go get a drink, huh Dean?" I say, grabbing Deans arm and dragging him to the bar. Dean gives Sam a confused look before walking behind me. The bitch is lucky I didn't clock her, something about her I didn't like. I can't pinpoint it, she just gave me a bad vibe.

"What a bitch" I scoff, ordering two beers. "The fuck was that about?" Dean says confused as I pay the bartender and take up the beers. "I got no clue, but here" I hand him a beer, "To God's green earth" I put my beer up in a cheer-sing manner, trying to ease the situation and he smiles chuckling. "To God's green earth" He laughs, clicking his bottle with mine before taking a sip along with me.

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After having our beers, Sam finished up his conversation with Meg and we're now all walking out of the bar. "Who the hell was she?" Dean asks him. "I don't really know. I only met her once" Sam tells us. "Meeting up with her again....I don't know, man, it's weird" Sam says. "Well, what was she saying? Huh? That I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitching about me to some chick" Dean asks annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight, when I was in that bus stop in Indiana." Sam apologizes. "But that's not important. Just listen-" Sam tries to talk hit Dean cuts him off. "Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you keeping you will, Sam?" Dean argues. I roll my eyes and give up on keeping quiet.

I step infront of the both of them, "Dude, chill out. Sam was angry and you were angry. You both said shit you didn't mean. I'm pretty sure he doesn't think that, right Sammy?" I turn to Sam and he nods. "Good, so ease this argument, you two sound like an old married couple" I joke and they both laugh. "Thanks y/n. Now would you listen to me?" Sam asks him calmly. "Yeah go on" Dean responds.

"I think there's something strange going on here, Dean" Sam says. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me" Dean says smugly and I shake my head. "Lord" I groan and he snickers. "No, man. I mean like our kind of strange. Like maybe even a lead" Sam says a bit annoyed. "Why do you say that?" I ask Sam.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. Now I run into her in some random Chicago bar. I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's a little weird?" Sam continues but Dean shrugs. "I don't know, random coincidence, it happens" Dean says.

"I don't know man, the second I saw that chick. The second I was in her presence, something was weird about her. Instantly I didn't like her and I don't know why" I agree with Sam. "That doesn't count. You don't like anyone in general" Dean retorts and I laugh. "Shut up but fair point" I snap back as he smirks.

"I get it. Coincidences do happen. But not to us" Sam tries to reason. "Look I could be wrong, I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on" He adds. A smirk rises to Deans face when he says this, "But I bet you'd like to" Dean counters and I roll my eyes at his perverse comment.

Sam turns away holding back a laugh. "Maybe she's not a suspect. Maybe you've got a thing for here, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean pokes fun at Sam, pointing to his head, looking at his crotch and back up at him. A smirk playing on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Christ I need new friends" I mutter to myself, shaking my head, laughing.

"Anyways, Y/N" Sam turns to me, an exasperated look on his face, ignoring Deans comment, making him laugh. "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor" Sam requests of me and I nod obliging.

"What are you gonna do" I ask him. "I'm gonna watch Meg" He says and Dean laughs, "Yeah, you are!" He exclaims proudly. "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry" Sam says defensively. "Alright you little pervert" Dean snickers, making me chuckle. "Dude!" Sam says annoyed. "We're going, come on stud. Let's go" I grab Deans arm, pulling him across the street to the motel.

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Third Person POV

Later, Y/N and Dean are at the motel. He's on the laptop looking into Meg Masters and Y/N is by the window smoking a cigarette after finishing her search of the symbol, finding its origin. "Yahtzee" He exclaims as she takes a drag. "Found her?" She asks him as he takes up his phone. "Yep" He responds, dialing in Sams number.

A few seconds later, "Hey" Sam answers, currently outside of Megs apartment in the Impala. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside of that poor girls apartment, aren't you" Dean calls his brother out on his whereabouts and Y/N snickers, shaking her head. "No....Yes" Sam tries to cover it up but Deans silence makes him confess.

"You got a funny way of showing your affection" Dean teases. "Says you, Mr. I'm In Love With Y/N But Won't Admit It" Sam counters, a smirk on his face. Deans face drops, his heart beating out of his chest. He's too speechless to answer and just clears his throat. "That's what I thought" Sam laughs. "What's he saying?" Y/N asks Dean curiously from across the room after seeing Deans face drop.

Dean just shakes his head, "Nothing important" He tells her quickly, she cocks her eyebrow at his sudden change in tone but ignores it, taking a drag from her cigarette. "You found anything on her or what?" Sam changes the subject. "Sorry man. She checks out. There's a Meg Masters in the Andover phone book. I even pulled up her high school photo" Dean informs him, going back to mocking his brother.

"Now, why don't you go knock on her door and uh invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean says smugly, Y/N huffs a chuckle at his tone. Sam shakes his head ignoring his comment. "What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asks him. "Yeah. And we did have some luck with that. Y/N found out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school. Like 2000 years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva" Dean explains.

"What's a Daeva?" Sam asks in confusion. "Translates to 'demon of darkness'. Zoroastrian demons. And they're savage, animalistic. You know? Nasty attitudes, kind of like demonic pitbull" Dean further explains. "How'd you figure that out?" Sam asks almost impressed. "Give me some credit, man. You and Y/N aren't the only ones paper chasing around here" Dean says smugly, flashing Y/N a wink and she huffs a laugh.

"Bullshit! I'm the one that found it Sam!" She yells from across the room, dusting the ash in the tray. "Oh can it, Princess. I can paper chase too" He huffs jokingly. "Oh yeah? Name the last book you've read" Y/N counters but Dean can't answer. Sam is currently laughing his head off on the other line at their commentary. "Alright, Y/N found it" Dean admits. "Yeah, no kidding" He laughs.

"Alright, heres the thing. These Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean informs him. "So someone's controlling it" Sam says. "Yeah, that's what we're saying. And from what she gathered, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And the arms and the torsos" Dean responds.

"So what do they look like?" Sam asks. "Well, nobody knows. I mean nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia." He informs Sam. "Summoning a demon that ancient. Someone really knows their stuff. I think we got a major player in town" Dean says. Sam sighs at the thought. "Now why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram" Dean teases Sam again.

Y/N chuckles, taking a drag of her cigarette as she shakes her head. "Bite me" Sam retorts dryly. "Bite her. Don't leave teeth marks. Just enough to where-" Dean counters but Sam cuts the phone off mid sentence, annoyed with his brother. "Sam? You-" Dean chuckles, flipping the phone shut. "You love to annoy that kid I swear" Y/N laughs. "It's what siblings are for. Plus, I gotta teach him how to pick women up" He winks at her.

"Yeah, and look where that got you" She snorts. "I got that bartenders number" He says smugly and she rolls her eyes. "I would've gotten it in lesser time" She challenges. His eyes brows raise at her challenge, "Oh yeah? You think you can flirt better than me?" He smirks. "You know damn well I can" She retorts. "I think you're gonna have to remind me. Come on, Princess, show me what you got" He leans back in his chair.

She narrows her eyes at him while taking a drag of her cigarette, contemplating whether or not to accept his challenge. She crushes the burnt out cigarette in the ashtray, not breaking eye contact with him. Deans smirk doesn't falter but his heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile slowly appears on Y/N's face. She struts over to him, her hips swaying as if she were a runway model.

"I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. Deans chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of his chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her eyebrows then scrunch together as if she's confused.

"I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of his cheek. All efforts of Dean playing cool is thrown out the window when she does this. He winces lightly at the contact, which doesn't go unnoticed by Y/N. A smirk rises on her face and she leans to whisper ever so lightly in his right ear, her tone still alluring,

"...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan Dean had to hold back when her lips brushed against his ear was embarrassing. Pulling away slowly, "You were saying, charming?" She teases him, acknowledging his flustered state not before flashing him a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom. Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips.

Dean's POV

I don't allow my smirk to leave my face when she narrows her eyes at me while taking a drag of her cigarette. She then outs the cigarette in the ashtray, blowing the smoke out the window. She doesn't break eye contact with me though I keep my game face on but my heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile takes over her face, a siren-like look in her eyes. I'm beginning to feel as though a whole damn zoo appeared in my stomach.

Her hips sway as she walks towards me. Holy fuck, it drives me crazy when she does that. "I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. My chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of my chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Her eyebrows then scrunch together in that cute way she unconsciously does it whenever she's focusing on something or is confused. "I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of my cheek. The wince that left my throat was involuntarily and I try to play it off by pretending to clear my throat. But a smirk rises on her face, so I'm pretty sure she noticed it.

She leans, her lips brushing lightly against my right ear, her tone still alluring, "...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan I had to hold back was embarrassing. It took all the power in me not to pull her onto my lap and kiss her like a starving man. She pulls away slowly, her faces inches away from mine. "You were saying, charming?" She teases me, acknowledging my flustered state not before flashing me a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom.

Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips. The blush that I was holding back creeps up my neck as soon as she closes the door behind her. Not a soul on this earth has made me blush before but the power this woman has over me. The effect this God given woman has on me is deadly. I'd give her the last slice of pie just to see a smile on her beautiful face. Screw this, I'm done denying my feelings for her.

I'm in love with Y/N L/N.

THERE. I said it. Oh Sammy is gonna have a field day if I ever admit that to him. I need to sort this out, because I'm sure Y/N would never feel the same way about me. Hell, her dad might kill me if he even knew I was remotely attracted to her. Sure we flirt here and there, but she's naturally a kind, friendly person. I need to sort this out so it won't get in the way of our friendship. I can't lose her. I won't.

Y/N's POV

I close the bathroom door behind me, allowing the confident facade I put on when I was flirting with Dean to wash right off of me. The blush that rose to my face was fucking explosive. I turn the pipe on by the bathroom sink and splash some water over my face to cool myself down.

I take a deep breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm used to flirting with people causally but I've never gotten so heated over an exchange. I need to get ahold of myself, dear god. I'm turning into a puddle by Dean just looking at me. The way he seemed so into it when I was flirting with him gave me a sense of hope that he might be into me too.

But if he was into me, it wouldn't be the way I'm into him, I'm sure of it. Realization dawns on me when I take in my inner monologue. Holy shit.

I'm in love with Dean Winchester.

I can't let my feelings fuck up our friendship. Or fuck up me and Sam's. I can't lose him. I won't.

After recollecting myself, I walk outside the bathroom into the room. Dean is on a phone call but he looks up at me, the phone to his ear with a slight tinge of pink on his face. I flash him a quick wink before going back to my book that I was reading earlier.

Not too long after, Sam enters the motel room in a hurry. "Dude, I gotta talk to you" We all say in unison since me and Dean had some information.

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"So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva" Dean says in shock after Sam explained to us what he saw after following Meg. "I knew there had to be a reason I didn't like that chick" I say shaking my head. "Yeah. Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing" Sam tells us. "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl" Dean teases his brother chuckling light, raising his eyebrows as Sam rolls his eyes.

"Now what's the deal with that bowl again?" I ask Sam. "She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone" Sam explains. "With who? With the Daeva?" Dean asks but Sam shakes his head. "No, you guys said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone...who's coming to that warehouse." Sam says.

Me and Dean share a look when he says this, going over to the table we were seated at earlier. "Holy crap" I mutter in realization, handing Dean the paper I picked up for him to look at. His reaction replicates mine, "What?" Sam asks us confused. "What were we're gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my-" He begins to say, looking at me with a twinge of guilt? Before clearing his throat and continuing.

"My friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time" Dean tells him. "What?" Sam asks, coming next to me to look at the files. "The, uh, first victim, the old man, he spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born" I show Sam and his face contort to one of shock.

"Lawrence, Kansas" He breathes out. "Mm-hm" Dean responds as I take out Meredith's file. "And Meredith, the second victim? Turns out she was adopted. Guess where she's from" I explain, showing him the adoption records of Meredith, underneath her name is Lawrence Kansas. Sam pulls a chair and takes a seat next to me, processing the new information.

"Holy crap" He says in shock. "Yeah" Dean says. "I mean. It is where the demon killed our moms. It's where everything started." Sam says looking at us. "So you think Megs tied up with the demon?" I ask them. "I think it's a possibility" Dean says shrugging. "But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam says confused.

"Beats us" I say sighing. "I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg and have ourselves an interrogation" Dean says but Sam shakes his head. "No. We can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We gotta see who...or what is showing up to meet her" Sam says as we nod agreeing.

"I'll tell you fellas one thing. I don't think we should do this alone" I say to them honestly, giving them a knowing look.

Later, Dean is trying to call his dad while I'm trying to call mine but both keep going to voicemail. "We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom and Mrs. L/N. So...uh. This warehouse, it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can" Dean speaks into John's voicemail, flipping his phone shut.

'This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right now so you can call my daughter. Y/N at (your phone number). Have a good day' BEEP.

I sigh when I hear the beep. "Daddy? It's Y/N. Um, I'm sure you're with Mr. Winchester and he's probably filled you in on what's going on up in Chicago." I say, clearing my throat as the lump starts to build up. Sam enters the motel room as I speak into the voicemail. "Uh, look. It's really important, and we could use the both of your help. Please, we need you" I plead.

When I turn around I see a look of pity on Deans face. So I clear my throat, "Okay, I hope to see you. Love you" I say quickly before hanging up. "They'll be here eventually Princess" Dean assures me and I scoff. "Yeah, sure" I say ironically. "Voicemail?" Sam asks us. "Yeah" me and Dean respond.

Sam then rests down a heavy ass bag behind us. "Jeez. What's you get?" I ask him as he groans, cracking his shoulder chuckling. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of. Exorcism rituals from about half dozen religions." He lists off as he go through the bag. "I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" He says ironically.

Me and Dean share a look, biting back smiles. Dean then takes out the shotgun, I pull out the ammo, he gestures for me to throw him one. I throw one quickly, which he catches. I pull out the pistol and Sam pulls out the ammo for it, we do the same exchange me and Dean did.

"Big night, fellas" I say. "Yeah" Sam says a bit gloomy. "Nervous?" Sam asks us. "No. No. Are you two?" Dean denies but I call bullshit. "No. No way" Sam says shaking his head. "You two.." I say plainly, cocking my pistol. "...are terrible liars" I shake my head, putting the gun in the back of my pants. They shake their heads in amusement at my tone.

"It's okay to be nervous fellas. I mean, this is the thing that took our families away from us. It deserves to be put down" I say firmly and they nod. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon? Sam says. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, alright" Dean chuckles. "I know, I'm just saying, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight?" Sam asks hypothetical.

"Man, I'd sleep for a month" I say humorously, chuckling lightly. "A month? I'm taking the whole damn year" Sam retorts chuckling like me. "Fuck, I'd go back to school. Be a person again" I look up at Dean when Sam said this, his mood instantly went cold. "You wanna go back to school?" Dean asks a little surprised. "Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing" Sam admits, cocking his gun.

"Huh" Dean mutters and I internally sigh. Oh boy, here we go. "Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Sam asks defensively, noticing Deans mood shift. "No. No. It's great. Good for you" Dean denies, shaking his head. "I mean. What are you two gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asks us. "It's never gonna be over" Dean says bluntly.

"There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt" Dean says. "Buts there's gotta be something you want for yourself. Don't you want something more, Y/N?" He asks the both of us and I shrug. "Yeah I don't want you to leave the second this things over, Sam" Dean snaps, turning around and going over to the dresser.

"Dude, what's your problem?" I ask him calmly. Dean leans on the dresser, chuckling humorlessly. "Why do you think I drag you two everywhere? Huh?" He asks us rhetorically. "I mean. Why do you think I called you and asked you to come?" He turns to me, then turns to Sam. "Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?". A genuine look of sorrow on his face.

"Because Dad was in trouble. And now so is Mr. L/N. Because you wanted to find the thing that killed our moms" Sam answers. "Yes! That, but it's more than that, guys" He bellows, turning away from us. My heart begins to hurt because he would only do that if he was tearing up. "Dean..." I say lightly. He then turns to us, "The three of us, Dad, F/N. I mean, I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again" He says honestly, his voice cracking.

This makes my heart drop and now I feel bad because as much as I missed the boys, growing up, we didn't really have it easy with our dads. Dean took most of the heat but he's grown used to it and that just makes it worse. He didn't deserve that, none of us did. No child deserves that.

Tears start to well up in Sam's eyes, "Dean, we are a family. If do anything for you two." Sam assured him gently, our faces soften at his words. "But things will never be the way they were before" Sam adds and I could practically see Deans heart break. "Could be" He says with a sad smile. "I don't want them to be" Sam says honestly and now my heart breaks.

"I'm not gonna live this life forever" He admits tearfully. "Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way" Sam says softly but Dean doesn't respond, he just has a look of anguish in his eyes.

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Later, the boys and I go to the warehouse Sam followed Meg too and we climb up the shaft of the side of the building. Currently, Meg is inside on the highest floor, chanting Latin in-front of a black altar. Sam pulls himself up into the side opening, then Dean and I follow behind. We creep around the side slowly and quietly, while Sam and I aim our guns at her.

Her back is turnt to us, so she doesn't notice us behind her. We move quietly around the side where a bunch of wooden crates are stacked and crouch behind them. Dean the pulls out two shotguns. Handing them to us, taking our pistols and putting it in the duffel he was carrying.

Suddenly, "Guys. Hidings a little bit childish, don't you think" Meg says causally, catching us in the act. It nearly scared me shitless. The boys and I share a look of confusion. "Well that didn't work out like I'd planned" Dean says ironically. Meg then turns to us behind the crates, "Why don't you come out?" She says and we all slowly get up from our crouching positions.

Cocking our shotguns at her, we slowly approach her. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship" She says with a smirk. "Yeah, tell me about it" Sam retorts angrily, the grin on her face growing. "So, where's your little Daeva friend?" I grit my teeth at her.

"Around" She puts it vaguely. "And that shotguns not gonna do much good" She says cockily. "Well, don't worry sweetheart, shotguns not for the demon" Dean smirks. "So who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asks her, narrowing his eyes at her. "You" She says plainly, a smile on her face.

That's when I feel the chills at the back of my neck again, this time, it's paired with the heated sensation I felt when I first saw Meg, only more intense. Fuck it was a trap. I should've known dammit. The suddenly, a force knocks the shotgun out of Sams hand in a flash, throwing him harshly to the ground and scratching him across his face.

"Sam!" Me and Dean yell. Before me and Dean could react, it knocks out shotguns out of our hands and then throws me into the wall and Dean into the stack of crates. We don't get much time to recover, head starts to feel fuzzy and the room starts to spin and that's when my body finally gives in, everything turning dark.

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Third Person POV

Y/N stirs awake after being knocked out, the three now tied to posts with rope. "You okay princess?" Dean asks Y/N, blood dripping down his face and the side of his head. She nods weakly, "I'm fine, charming. Just a little tied up" She says ironically, making Dean snort. A scratch, similar to Sam's, on her neck and one on her chest, right over her right boob.

She looks down at it and groans, "Seriously, why do they always go for the boob?!" She exclaims. She sees a slight smirk raise on Deans face from the corner of her eye and her gaze snaps over to him. "Not a word, Winchester" She growls and he chuckles lightly. "I didn't say anything" He says defensively.

"You two are fucking annoying" Meg groans as she enters the room. "Oh yeah, you should see me drunk. You'd love me" Dean retorts as Sam stirs awake. Meg stares right at Sam as he groans. "Hey, Sam?" Y/N calls out for Sam and he turns to her. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch" Y/N spits bitterly, turning to Meg.

"This...the whole thing was trap" Sam clenches his jaw as Meg grins at him. "Running into you at the bar. Following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set up, wasn't it?" Sam says as Meg chuckles darkly. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" He add. "Doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all" She smiles wickedly.

"You killed those two people for nothing!" Y/N snaps. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less" Meg counters with a smile. Y/N glares at her, pure hatred in her eyes. The boy's expression mirrors hers. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already" Dean pokes at her.

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She says vaguely, a look of confusion covering the three hunters face. Meg then leads forward, "This trap isn't for you" She smirks and realization dawns on Sam and Y/N. "No.." Y/N whispers, her breathing quickening. "Our dads" Sam says lowly.

"It's a trap for our dads" Y/N says and Dean looks over at Meg who has a smirk on her face. Confirming it. Dean then chuckles, "Well, sweetheart, you're dumber than you look." He ridicules her. "Cuz even if they were in town, which they're not. They wouldn't walk into something like this, they're too good" Dean brags.

"They are pretty good. I'll give you that." Meh agrees, getting up from the table she was sitting on. She moves closer to Dean, pulling down his legs, she crouches infront from of him. "But you see, they have one weakness" She says, pulling his collar. "What's that?" Dean asks.

"You" She responds as if it's obvious. "They let their guards down around their children. Let their emotions cloud their judgements" She says darkly. Sam and Y/N clench their jaws at the thought. "I happen to know they are in town. And they'll come and try to save you" Meg says smugly.

"And then the Daevas will kill everybody, nice and slow and messy" She says morbidly. Looking over at Sam and Y/N with a smirk. "Well, I got news for you. It's gonna take a lot more than some shadow to kill them" Y/N counters. "Oh, the Daevas are in the room here. They're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see" Meg says smugly, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Meg?" Sam asks her. "What kind of deal have you got worked out here, huh? And with you?" Y/N adds. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do." Meg snaps. "Loyalty. Love." She adds. "Like the love you have for Mommy" She mocks Y/N who's glaring at her. She then turns to Sam with a smirk. "And Jess"

"Go to hell" Sam grits his teeth, his nostrils glaring in anger. "Baby, I'm already there" Meg smiles darkly. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawls over to Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty" She says in a sultry tone. She then throws her leg over his lap, straddling him. Leaning in towards his ear to whisper, "I think we both know...how you really feel about me" She says lowly, sam groans in pain and disgust, wrenching in misery.

"You know, I saw you watching me....changing in my apartment" She teases him and Deans eyebrow cocks up at this. "It turned you on, didn't it?" Megs tone is alluring in Sams ear. "Get a room you two" Dean groans in disgust. "I'll get one for me and Sam and you can get one for you and Y/N" She retorts at him with a wink. Y/N nostrils flare in anger, her chest heaving.

"Screw you bitch!" She snaps. "I'll let Dean do that for you" She laughs manically. Deans too stunned by the banter to say anything. Speechless. "I didn't mind, baby. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun" She whispers again in Sams ear, licking it and kissing his neck.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now" Sam says in a low tone, smirking at Meg who smiles widely. Going back to kissing his neck. That's when she hears a metal clinking on the ground. Her gaze snaps over to Dean and she gets off of Sam. Going behind the pillar that Deans tied up against to see a knife in his hand that he's trying to hide.

She then takes it out and throws it across the room. Moving over to Dean who has a smug smile on his face. She then crawls back over to Sam, "Now, were you just trying to distract while your brother cuts free" She says in a low tone, straddling Sam again. "No. No" He says lowly, shaking his head.

"It was because I have a knife of my own" Y/N chimes in, bursting out of the rope. She springs to her feet and kicks Meg straight across the face with her combat boots, HARD. "Y/N! Get the alter" Dean tells her urgently as Meg groans in pain on the floor. Y/N nods and goes over to the table with the alter, tipping it over and destroying it.

Meg gasps in terror as the shadows of the Daevas begin dragging her to the window at the edge of the building. "Nooo! NOOO!!" She screams for misery, only to plummet to her death off the building screaming. Y/N quickly grabs the knife she used to cut herself free, going over to Dean cutting him free, helping him up then doing the same for Sam.

They look at each other in terror at what they just witnessed. Going over to the now broken window to see Meg, at least 10 stories down, dead. "So I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around" Y/N says ironically. "I guess not" Dean agrees. "Hey Sam?" Dean says.

"Hmm?" Sam replies.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?" Dean says sarcastically, a smirk on his face. Y/N snickers at the comment, tapping Sam on his shoulder who has his classic bitchface on.

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The trio are now walking down the hall of the motel to get back to their motel room. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks Sam who's carrying the bag of weapons as Y/N digs into her pocket for the room key. "I said it before and I'll say it again: Better safe that sorry" He retorts, looking back as Y/N puts the key in, unlocking their room door.

As soon as they enter, they see the shadows of two men in their room. "Hey!" Dean yells, turning on the light. The two men then turn around with sad smiles on their faces revealing themselves to be, John Winchester and F/N L/N. Their fathers. The boys and Y/N are stunned. "Daddy? Mr. Winchester?" Y/N says in disbelief. "Hey kids" John says lightly.

Sam and Y/N have tears brimming in their eyes. Dean instantly goes over and hugs his father tightly. Y/N is stuck in place, unsure what to do. "You're not gonna give your old man a hug?" F/N says jokingly, opening his arms. Y/N chuckles a bit, sniffling on her tears. She walks over and wraps her hands tightly around her father, melting into his hug. "I missed you, daddy" She says sniffling.

Happy to finally give her father the hug she was longing to give him since they say he disappeared. "I missed you too, baby" He responds just as tearful, kissing his daughter's forehead as they embrace. Dean and Y/N let go of their fathers hugs about the same time, switching. "How are you sweetheart?" John asks Y/N as they embrace. "I've been better, Mr. Winchester" She responds lightly.

"And you, son?" F/N asks Dean. "Same ole, same ole" Dean answers in the same tone. Meanwhile, Sam is unsure whether to hug his dad or not. He approaches them, resting his bag of weapons on the ground. "Hi, Sam" John says to his younger son, a smile on his face."Hey, Dad" Sam says wearily. "Mr. L/N" Sam nods kurtly at F/N, giving him a tight smile. "Sam" F/N replies with a nod.

"It was a trap. I didn't know. I'm sorry" Dean apologizes to John and F/N for being lured into Megs trap. They both nod, "It's alright. We thought it might have been" John assures him. "You guys were there?" Dean asks them. "Yeah, we got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive" F/N informs them and they all look at each other guilty.

"She was the bad guy right?" He asks them. "Yes, sir" The three young hunters respond to F/N firmly in unison. "Well, it doesn't surprise me. It tried to stop us before." John tells them and Sam looks surprised. "The demon has?" He asks them. "It knows we're close. It knows we're gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it" F/N says to them.

They're all confused but nod listening to him. "How?" Y/N asks confused. John smiles, the smile reminding her of Deans when he has a plan in mind, and shares a look with F/N. "We're working on that" John responds. Dean and Y/N have a soft smile on their faces at this. "Well, let us come with you. We'll help" Sam i insists. Y/N nods agreeing.

Dean looks at his brother and y/n, a pained look on his face. "No, son. Not yet" F/N says gently. "Listen, try to understand....this demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you kids caught in the cross fire or getting hurt" John tries to reason. "You guys don't have to worry about us" Y/N assure them and F/N sighs.

"Of course we do. We're your fathers" F/N says, his voice cracking. John then looks over at Sam, guilt on his face. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together we had one hell off a fight" John begins. "Yes sir" Sam responds firmly. "It's good to see you again." John says with a sad smile. Sams tears running down his face. They then embrace in a tight tearful hug.

Y/N felt a happy to see them reunite, her heart swelling in joy. F/N looks over at his daughter, the guilt of their last encounter on his mind. "Y/N/N, I'm sorry" He says genuinely. Y/N's gaze snaps to her father in shock, "Well I'll be damned, I never thought I'd hear those words leave your mouth" She scoffs, chuckling humorlessly, tears forming again in her eyes.

"And you'll never hear it again" F/N jokes in effort to make Y/N laugh. She lets out a gentle laugh. They embrace again in a hug. Even Dean is shocked to hear her father apologize. "You'll always be my baby" He says to her wholeheartedly, she has to hold back a sob when he says this, her heart aching. "I know" She responds sniffling, finally getting some kind of closure, her heart swells.

As they all let go of the hug, the hunters look at each other tearfully and then a force suddenly throws F/N and John across the room. "Dad!" Y/N yells. Only to be tackled herself and thrown to the floor along with Sam, groaning in pain. "No!!!" Dean screams, now throwing across the next side of the room and clawed on his forehead.

Meanwhile outside the motel building, Meg, who they thought to be dead, is controlling the Daevas with a talisman, a dark bring on her face.

F/N and John scream in pain as the Daevas dig into their skins torturously, clawing at them. Their blood splattering. Sam runs over to his bag with weapons, pulling out a flare. "Shut your eyes!" He tells them. "These things are shadow demons. So let's light them up!" He then pulls the flare, lighting it aflame and throws it in the middle of the room as they all shield their eyes.

They all cough from smoke, Sam grabs the bag of weapons and make way to the exit. "Dad! John! Over here" Y/N yells. They help their fathers up, Dean wraps Johns arm around his shoulder and Y/N does the same with F/N. Sam holds the door open and they make way through it quickly.

They all exit the motel building as they help their fathers out and make way to the Impala around the side of the carpark. "Alright, come on. We don't have much time" Sam says urgently, opening the backseat door and throwing the bag inside. "As soon as the flares out, they'll be back" Y/N says as F/N and John lean against the Impala, trying to catch their breaths.

"No. Wait, wait!" Dean says and the two look at him confused. "Guys, wait" He breathes out heavily, looking at John and F/N. "You guys can't come with us" Dean says, his heart aching just to say that. "What?!" Sam and Y/N say in confusion. "What're you talking about?" Sam asks his brother tearfully.

"You kids, you're beat to hell" F/N says, shaking his head. "You need us!" John remarks. "We'll be alright!" Dean snaps, giving them a look. "Dean. We're should stick together! We'll go after this demon, together!" Y/N exclaims frustrated. "Princess, listen to me!" Dean bellows a little to get her attention, her mouth snaps shut at his tone.

"Look guys, we almost we almost got Dad and Mr. L/N killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop." Dean tries to reason with Sam and Y/N. "They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to them. I mean. Meg was right. They're vulnerable when they're with us" Dean tries to explain.

"They're stronger without us around" Dean admits. John and F/N have guilty looks on their faces when Y/N looks over at them. Realization dawning on her, she felt idiotic that she didn't notice of it before, allowing her emotions to cloud her judgments.

Sam shakes his head, not wanting to accept it. "Dad, F/N. No" Sam pleads, putting his hands on his fathers shoulder. "After everything" He then puts his hand on F/N's shoulder. The two, holding on Sams wrists. "After all the time we spent looking for you guys. Please. I gotta be apart of this fight" Sam begs them. "Son, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play" F/N tells him firmly, looking at his daughter and Dean.

"But for now, you gotta trust me, Sammy." John says to his son firmly. Sam looks at him in disbelief, crying at the thought. "He's right, Sam." Y/N says sadly, her voice cracking. Sam turns to her with tears running down his face. She looks at Dean who is crying himself, her heart breaking at the sight. "You gotta let them go. We all do" She sobs shaking her head. Sam holds back his sniffles, nodding painfully.

Taking his hand off John and F/N's shoulder. They walk between the three and head over to F/N's 1986 step-side GMC Sierra Grande. John opens the passenger as F/N opens the drivers side. “Be careful, kids” John says with a sad smile. “Love you, y/n/n. You too, boys.” F/N says sadly before jumping into the truck, along with John. Sam and Dean nod sadly,

“Love you too, daddy” Y/N says weakly, clutching her scratch on her arm inflicted by the Daeva. “Come on” Dean says to them, jumping in the drivers seat. Y/N gets in the back while Sam goes over to the passenger side as F/N starts the truck, driving off. The three look at them driving away tearfully before sharing a sad look.

Dean then starts the Impala and backs out of lot, going the other direction. Meg emerges from the side of the building, glaring at the Impala that’s driving away. The three unaware of her still being alive.

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Authors Note: This chapter is unedited so please excuse the mistakes. Hope you guys liked this chapter and it’s bitter sweet end! I’m excited to to the next episode because it’s very funny (iykyk) lol.

Xoxo

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To Hell...: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: A man intentionally admits to murdering ten people he didn’t kill all because his sister is missing. The facts take you to a pig farm where a world of horror is waiting for you.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

"If there were no hell, we would be like the animals. No hell, no dignity." - Flannery O'Connor

Two weeks have gone by since the Anthrax attack. For two weeks, Spencer has been in recovery. This is the first day he gets to come to work after getting out of the hospital. Everyone is inside the bullpen and their respective offices while you're outside in the empty hallway. You need a moment to yourself to calm your racing heart.

You're still not over almost losing Spencer. He's fine now and has been cleared by the doctor but the fear of losing him is still in the back of your mind. Things like fear, panic, and sadness hit you harder than any other emotion because of how strong they can be. They hate being alone, so they try to take as many people down with them as possible.

"Hey, there you are," Spencer says from the double glass doors. "Are you okay?" You shake your head and refuse to look at him. If you do, you're scared you'll never stop crying. "Darling, I'm okay now. There's no permanent damage."

When you don't look at him, he puts two fingers under your chin and lifts your head so you're forced to look him in the eyes.

"Did you know your love consumes me? It's passionate and intense and it hurts sometimes because I'm so in love with you. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, so when you get hurt, it's ten times more difficult for me because I'm an empath."

Spencer cuts you off by placing his lips on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. You can't ever get enough of his lips, his touch, or his love.

"Just know I'm not going anywhere," he whispers. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. "I still need to marry you and have your kids."

This time, you smile a happy one and kiss him again.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," JJ clears her throat. You and Spencer part from each other to look at her. "The meeting's about to start."

"Yeah, we'll be right there."

JJ leaves and you reach up to fix Spencer's hair.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible," you grin.

"Yes, possible."

You two cut your cheesy moment short and join everyone in the briefing room so that JJ can get started on the case. She starts by putting a video on the screen for everyone to watch. On the Canada Border, there are a lot of cars getting checked before going through, but there is this one that draws the attention of some of the officers.

One car passes through the checkpoint but stops right as he does, and officers gather around to tell him to move. Instead of complying, he drives his car right through the barricade, turns around, and rams right into one of the checkpoint booths.

Officers from all over get their guns out and remove him from the car, and they slam the man down on the ground face-first. They handcuff him where he lays, pull him to his feet, and he looks up at the camera.

"His name is William Hightower. He claims over the past month, he's picked ten people off the streets of Detroit, killed them, and dumped their bodies across the border in Canada."

"Has he given up the dumpsite?"

"He said he'll only talk to the FBI."

"Do we have confirmation these people are even missing?" Spencer asks.

"Two were reported missing by family months ago, but they all appear to be transients. We're having a hard time finding any information on them."

"Garica?"

"Like a bloodhound, sir," she says and leaves the briefing room to find information on the ten people.

"So, what do we know about Will?"

"Up until two months ago, he was a Sergeant in the Us Army that did two tours in Iraq. He lost his left leg in a roadside ambush. He was discharged with a purple heart and a commendation for Valor."

"The Royal Canadian Mounted Police are requesting our help?"

"They don't have a lot of choice."

"If he manages to get away with ten murders, why crash the guard post?"

"It could be an attempted suicide. Maybe he was trying to take as many people with him as he could," Emily theorizes.

"It could also be a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Do we think it's legit?"

"I think it's too many bodies to take chances. Wheels up in thirty."

Hotch is the last one to leave the room, and before he can go on his way, you stop him.

"Hey, I just want to apologize for yelling at you two weeks ago. I shouldn't have done that."

"I understand the stress you were under. Honestly, I would have done the same thing if I were you. I hope you and Reid are doing okay."

"Yeah, we are now."

Hotch pats you on the back and leaves your side. Everyone meets on the plane and the pilot starts the three-and-a-half-hour flight to Windsor International Airport in Canada. JJ looks through the files containing the claims Will made about the murders.

"He documented them all in detail with names, photos, dates, and locations of where he took them."

"He has a Military background, so he's bound to be organized. He definitely doesn't have a type. The only consistency is that they were all abducted in the same area."

"Yeah, what do we know about that?" Emily asks.

"It's called the Cass Corridor. It's right here." Spencer points it out on a map. "It has an extremely high concentration of drug trafficking, prostitution, and homeless people. All high-risk behavior."

"Maybe for Will, it's more about opportunity than victimology."

"Morgan and Prentiss, when we land, I want you to head straight to Detroit and see if you hear anything in the whisper stream. I want to make sure we have a crime before we get too deeply into this. The rest of us will meet with the legal attache before we hit the Royal Canadian Mounted Police."

"Actually, sir, the officer in charge said that his team was part of a fellowship the BAU gave to train police forces in profiling," JJ says.

"That was the first one we ever did. His name is Jeff Bedwell."

"You know him? Is he any good?"

"He better be. I trained him," Rossi smirks.

As soon as the plane lands, your team splits up with you going with the majority to the police station. Jeff Bedwell eagerly greets Rossi when he sees him.

"Jeff, how have you been?"

"You mean besides having serial killers trying to take out our border agents?"

"Jeff, these are Agents Aaron Hotchner, Spence Reid, Y/N, and Jennifer Jareau."

"Thanks for being here. I've got a victim board and timelines set up on monitors in the conference room. Anything you need, you've got the run of the place."

"We appreciate it."

"Don't thank me, thank the unsub. He's the one that put you all in charge."

You walk into the conference room and see all the missing victims on the board.

"I need to go talk to Garcia and see if she had any luck locating the family members. I'll also check records for multiple border crosses and see if we get any hits for the days the victims went missing," JJ says and leaves the room.

"Do you believe he killed all these people?" you ask.

"It fits the profile."

"How so?"

"He's got recent physical trauma that could be a stressor, wide disparity of victims, no bodies, possible border cross, and two entirely different terrains. To pull that off, you'd have to be smart, organized, mobile, and physical. His Military background gives us all that."

"It appears as though he clusters his victims into men, then women, and then back to men again."

"What does that tell you?" Jeff asks Spencer.

"At the moment, nothing."

"Has he contacted his family?"

"No, and he refuses a lawyer."

"Is he here in interrogation?"

"Yes."

"This guy is from the US Army who demanded to talk to the FBI. He's not gonna want to talk to anyone but the person he thinks is in charge."

"Of course. I'll take you to him."

Rossi and Spencer stay in the conference room while you and Hotch follow Jeff to where Will is being held. You can see him through the two-way glass and notice his anger. However, it's not a rageful anger but a calm one. He's staring at the window as if he can see right through it.

"Has he been agitated this whole time?"

"He hasn't even flinched."

"Does he know that we're here?"

"Yeah, we told him. Are you not gonna interrogate him?" Jeff asks.

"If I go in now, he's in charge. If I wait and gather information... It's my interview. Let's see what we turn up in Detroit."

Derek and Emily noticed something strange when they got to Detroit. Not a single person isolated themselves from everyone else, and they've all set up camps. People on the streets don't usually care about safety in numbers unless something scared them into changing their behavior. Drug deals are happening in the daytime and prostitutes seem to be working in groups. If Will did kill ten people, he couldn't have done it without witnesses.

Emily asked the girls while Derek stuck to the homeless population. Derek talked to someone who seemed to know who the last victim was, and his name is Charles who was a junkie. He's been gone for two days, and it wouldn't have been weird except that a lot of people have been disappearing.

When they do, they don't come back.

It's normal for people to leave and not come back, but this guy has never seen anything like this before. Derek showed him a picture of Will and asked about him, and the man says that everyone tries to avoid Will. He's got a gun and no one wants any beef with him. He keeps asking about everyone who's gone missing, when they went missing, and just about everything he needs to make it look like he's the one who killed them.

Before Hotch goes in, you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Can I take the lead on this one?"

"What are you thinking?"

"That he didn't kill anyone. Don't worry, I won't choke you."

"Alright, let's see what you've got."

You and Hotch walk into the room and Will gives you a stone-cold look.

"I'm Agent Y/N and this is my boss, Aaron Hotchner, the Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief of the FBI."

"Are you here to analyze me?"

"No. I'm here for your confession, and to find out where you've dumped the bodies."

"I gave you names and dates."

"Not dump sites. You didn't give that information because you don't know where their bodies are, do you?" Will stays silent, and you get the impression that he's desperate out of love. "I know you were a Sergeant that led troops, and you've probably lost some men along the way, right?"

"A few."

"How would their parents feel if they didn't know whether their sons and daughters were dead or alive?"

"Don't lecture me on notifying families," Will angrily says. He takes a deep breath and composes himself. "No one cares about those people. Why should I?"

He got angry when you mentioned the word "families".

"You didn't kill those men, did you?"

"What makes you think I didn't?"

"Because you were out there every night showing people their photographs and checking their names off in a notebook. You'd only do that if you were looking for someone. Who are you missing, William?"

It's the kindness in your voice that causes him to break down crying. You look at Hotch and he encourages you to continue.

"You intentionally made sure everyone was out of that checkpoint booth before hitting it. You never wanted to kill anyone, just like you didn't kill those ten people. Now, I believe you when you say these people are missing. Is that what you wanted? To make us investigate so we'd find whoever it is you're missing?"

"Yes," he cries.

"Who is it?"

"My baby sister, Lee. When I got home from Iraq, the first thing my mother told me was that Lee was on the streets. She asked me to find her. I managed to find her once and brought her home. We fed her, got her cleaned up, and I let her wear my dog tags for good luck. Two weeks later, she slipped back onto the streets."

"Will, you provided so much information on the ten victims, but you didn't give us anything on Lee. Why is that?"

"I hid it in my spare tire. I needed to wait until I was sure that you were on board."

"What can you tell us about Lee?"

Will gives you everything he had on Lee, and you found the file he gathered on her in the spare tire in his trunk. He even gave you his phone that has a voicemail she sent to him right before she disappeared. You leave the interrogation room with Hotch and turn to him with a smile.

"Did I choke you?"

"You did a really good job. I'm serious. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you," you grin.

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Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 4

Word Count: 2,171

Writers Note: I abandoned this fic, but I'm rewriting it now that I've expanded on Cecelia and Elvis, This is an au idea as stated last time! Well let us try this again

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

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Memphis, Tennessee, Tuesday, May 1953

"Say good night to your friend," Denise said as she opened the door. Cecelia blushed as Elvis coughed a little in an awkward silence, "Night...Mr. Presley," Denise said as he smiled,

"Good Night Mrs, Denise,"

"Ms. Cecelia." He kissed her hand, and Cecelia blushed. She felt like a princess, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Presley." She swooned again, watching him walk away. Denise watched as her daughter waltzed in like a Disney princess, twirling and singing,

"So the drive in..."

"What about it," She asked, a pink rose behind her ear as she sniffed it,

"Did he try anything?"

"Oh no, he would never. We shared a burger, fries, and a soda. And We watched Dracula in the back of his car. Nothin' fishy!" Cecelia giggle. She had those stars in her eyes, she was in love with this boy, and Denise was worried,

"Your grandmother called. She said next month we'll be movin in and-"

We'll be moving three hours away..." Cecelia sighed, "I finally made friends who like me for me ... I didn't even tell Elvis I'm fallin' in love with him..." A tear rolled down her face. It broke her mother's heart.

"I think you should tell him everything."

"Everything..."

"Everything."

Memphis, Tennessee, Wednesday, May 1953

"Elvis!" Cecelia leaned over the counter at his job as he raced to her, "You ready to go prom shopping?" She asked in a whisper as he nodded. Today was a teacher work day, and Elvis spent it at work while Cecelia spent it repacking. She would miss Memphis. It felt like home and a sense of belonging, and when she looked at Elvis, she felt like she could do anything. Elvis could tell something was wrong. Her eyes were diming with a light, but he didn't want to press his luck with pushing her.

"Alright, I'm ready," Getting his keys, she followed him into his car. Elvis could hear her sniffling as she pressed her face against the window,

"Honey, are you okay..."

"I'm movin next month... And I don't wanna leave you 'cause I-" Cecelia cried as Elvis felt his heart shattered. Not from the news but from her tears,

"Where you movin to."

"Nashville..."

"That's only three hours away." He parked the car, "We can see each other on the weekends,"

"But..."

"I don't want you cryin'.'" He said as she hugged him, sobbing one more time on his shoulder. Drying her tears, he bumped his nose against hers as he made a funny face at her. Cecelia's laughter made his heart sing as his thumb touched her cheek,

"Feelin better?"

"Yeah." She took his hand as they walked into the dress shop,

"May we help you..."

"Oh, I-I- uh, it's for her," Elvis said as Cecelia waved at the saleswoman,

"I see...So, relation to the gentleman?"

"He's my prom date." She said,

"Ms. Valmos, does your mother know he's white."

"Of course,"

"He's a cutie..." She smiled, picking dresses for her as Elvis sat waiting. Cecelia was in a tight mermaid gown. It was pretty, but she couldn't dance in it,

"So, sir, what do you think?" Elvis looked up as he saw Cecelia. The dress was beautiful, his heart stopped, and he was hypnotized.

"It's u-uh..."

"You don't like it ..."

"No, I do, it's just..." He was lost for words. Her curves, her grace, her poise, he wanted to kiss her,

"I'll change..." she huffed as the saleswoman laughed. She knew the young man was flustered, but perhaps it was too much. Changing again, she was wearing a yellow dress with tule ruffles on it. She felt stupid in it already. Walking out, all she heard was Elvis in tears, laughing as he began to snort,

"I look like a sponge cake..." she groaned,

"But if you were a cake, I'd eat'cha!" Elvis then paused, "Wait, that don't sound right..."

"ELVIS!" Cecelia swatted at him playfully. He swatted back, laughing at her as she flopped on the floor, looking like a pineapple. As they finished up in the dress shop, the two continued walking down Beale Street as he held her hand,

"Say, Elvis, can I ask you something?" Cecelia asked as he was lost in thought.

"Shoot."

"So... Say hypothetically you have a friend who may be hypothetically related to a hypo-"

"I know..." Elvis smirked,

"You know what?"

"That you're famous." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"How'd you..."

"You sing, you play guitar, your last name is Valmos, your mama has Grammys in her livin room, and I own some of your mama's records," He smiled at her as she blushed, hard embarrassed that he was so calm about it.

"So why didn't you treat me like everyone else?"

"Cause you're like everyone else, needin' a good friend and a great time," He twirled her as she laughed,

"Well, thank you."

"For what."

"Treating me like I'm not famous,"

"Of course," He chuckled, picking her up bridal style and running,

"ELVIS!" She shouted, laughing. Maybe some things weren't hard when you found your soulmate.

Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"Mama! Have you seen my bowtie!" Elvis asked as Gladys laughed, "It's right here." Vernon held it. It was a light pink bowtie that Gladys sewed. "We're gonna be late!" Gladys said as Elvis slicked his now fully jet-black hair back. He looked good. He smelled good, and he was ready to go. Walking out, Gladys and Vernon couldn't help but feel proud. He was going to prom, and next month, he'd graduate,

"Alright, everyone in the car!"

"I don't see why you're here..." Denise rolled her eyes as Alfonso looked at his ex-wife. Calpurnia sighed, shaking her head. This would be a long night, and there weren't enough old fashions to drink to keep her from wanting to hit them.

"I'm her father..."

"More like sperm donor,"

"Either knock it off or go upstairs and resolve that tension!" Calpurnia sighed, fixing her pearls, "It's your daughter's prom. She only gets this night once, and then God help us. She'll miraculously get married."

"And now look..." Midge moved as Cecelia looked into the vanity. She was a princess wearing a diamond necklace around her neck, and then there was her gown, a light pink with roses on the right side of her hip,

"Do you think he'll like it?"

"Sweetie, he'll love it. Oh, don't forget your shawl!" wrapping it around her as she smiled,

"Thanks, Midge,"

"Mrs. Denise, it's nice to see you. These are my parents!" Gladys and Vernon introduced themselves as they took notice of who they were, Alfonso was confused as to why there was a pimply white kid at the door, but Calpurnia found him cute.

"You must have the wrong hou-"

"Elvis, I'm-" Cecelia was stunned, his hair slicked back and his suit on with his bowtie the same color as her dress. He looked like a movie star, and her heart was beating out of her chest,

"Do you hear wedding bells..." Calpurnia asked,

"Planning it right now," Minnie said as she laughed.

"You look beautiful," taking her gloved hand in his.

"You two get together and take pictures!" Denise and Gladys said. As they laughed, Elvis and Cecelia had posed together, and they were miraculously photogenic, "Oh wait, I forgot the flower wrist thing!" Elvis ran to the car to get it as Cecelia ran to the fridge to get hers, pink roses for each,

"So... How long have they uh been dating?" Alfonso asked as Vernon shook his head,

"I don't think they've started."

After the pictures, the two drove to the Peabody Hotel. Elvis taken by its beauty, and Cecelia taken by his, "WOAH CECE!" Red smirked, waving her and Elvis over.

"You all look amazing!" Cecelia gushed as she held onto Elvis, who felt like the king of the world next to her,

"So, should we all head in?" Elvis asked. Getting the tickets out, he handed them to the student council, one of the girls looking Cecelia up and down,

"You all can go inside except her..."

"Excu-"

"Elvis, I got this," Cecelia smirked. "Do you not know who I am..."

"A colored girl wearing fake diamonds." the girl said.

"Well, no, sweetheart, I'm Cecelia Shanel Valmos, Daughter of Alfonso Reed and Denise Valmos... Granddaughter to Calpurnia Valmos." The young girl was speechless, "And as for these diamonds, they were a gift from Frank Sinatra." Elvis's friends looked at him in shock. They knew she looked familiar.

"I-I-I'm..."

"Sorry, apology accepted," Cecelia autographed the ticket stub for her, "Keep it. It'll be worth something someday." She smirked, taking Elvis by the arm. He was so going to ask her out tonight,

"Do you know who you told off..." Darla asked,

"No, but tell me?"

"The richest girl in the school!" Red said, "Well, second, 'cause you're the daughter of two music greats!? " He looked at Elvis, "DID YOU KNOW THAT!" Elvis nodded as he laughed,

"Knew it when I first saw her," Elvis smiled,

"So, are we friends with a famous person?" Betty asked,

"I put my petticoat on one leg at a time like you."

"Yeah, except it's like Dior or somethin."

"This ones, Lanksys." Cecelia shrugged as Elvis laughed, "If you excuse us!" taking Elvis by the hand as she smiled,

"You wanna dance?"

"Nah, I wanna stand by the wall. 'Course, I wanna dance!" He took her by the hand and began to swing her around the ballroom. The two were laughing and giggling like that night on Beale Street, and slowly, the knowledge knowing she'd be leaving this behind three hours away in Nashville was fading. Holding her close, Elvis couldn't help but take in her beauty. This was like a movie to him. He was an underdog who was wooing the girl he liked, his friends supporting him, and she was moving soon, which meant tonight had to be perfect. Elvis dipped her as she laughed, his eyes focusing on hers as he leaned in. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder as she looked up,

"Hi, sorry to bother you, Cecelia, but could you sing for us please!" Annette, the girl from the counter, said, Cecelia looked at Elvis as she shrugged,

"Why not."

"Uhm, hi! This is Annette Lynn, your student body President, and I have a treat for you!" She smiled as Cecelia watched her,

"So, A little chickadee told me. That we have a celebrity here... And she's going to sing for us." The students gasped, trying to see who it was, "So please give it up for my friend Cecelia Valmos!"

"Some friend?"

"Tell me about it, El..." She went to the stage as the students gasped, looking at the band,

"You cats know Money Honey?" the band nodded as she grabbed the guitar and sang. Elvis was by the stage watching as she sang. He was enchanted by her as she danced and looked at him, to think seeing a girl play guitar in a prom dress would change half of these students' lives,

Later that night, Elvis drove Cecelia home, both wanting to say something to the other. "Did you have a great prom?" Elvis asked. His hands had been shaking, and his knees were weak, "I did. I don't think I'll forget this. I mean, voted as the cutest couple, and losing prom Queen and King was funny." She laughed as Elvis agreed,

"I enjoyed dancing with you tonight, and your singin, and I'll miss you when you leave. Memphis won't be the same without cha..." he held her hand. There was a silent pause between them as she sighed,

"We still got the summer," She smiled,

"I" ll write ya." Elvis grinned,

"And I'll call ya!" Walking her to her door, she felt that this was the moment to tell him the last thing on her mind. "And we can see each other!" He smiled as he pulled her close. She was at the doorstep, as she blushed,

"Well, I guess I'll see you around..." he let go of her hand as she watched him walk away. Her heart sank until she opened her mouth and said,

"Elvis...I'm in love with you!"

Elvis stopped in his tracks, his stomach in knots and his heart fluttering. He couldn't speak, but he could show her how he felt. Running towards her, he grabbed her face and kissed her. It felt like warm honey on a biscuit, like sunshine, like her days of wonder were gone. Cecelia kissed him back, and to Elvis, it felt like the spring sun melting away a harsh winter. Pulling away from her, he rested his forehead on hers as she laughed,

"Can I tell you somethin..."

"Anything Elvis..."

"I'm in love with you too..."

"So... those outtings..." She mentioned as Elvis nodded,

"They were dates." He laughed as she grinned,

"I knew it!"

"So, are you two together or what!" Calpurnia said from th door frame as they blushed.

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Supernatural: The Series Rewrite

S.1 Ch.1 “It Runs in the Family”

Series summary: As Sam and Dean begin the search for their father, a chance encounter with another hunter will change the roads ahead. Riley Munroe is a hunter, raised by her father after her mother tragically died when she was an infant. Brought together by loss, grief, and the family business, Sam, Dean, and Riley join forces. They’ll find that their stories are intertwined and lean on each other as they search for answers and to avenge those they’ve lost. They’ll face evil, darkness, and Hell itself…as a family.

*NEW SERIES*

SERIES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 10k+

Content Warning: language and violence

**GIFS AND IMAGES ARE NOT MY OWN**

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The apartment door swung open as the dim hallway lights spilled into the pitch black room.

Stepping inside, Sam put his keys and bag down. He was exhausted and sore from the hunt, a fatigue and pain he was all too familiar with.

"Jess?" He called out as he closed the door behind him. "You home?"

As he walked further inside, waiting for a response, Sam noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on a nearby table. He lifted the note beside it that read: "Missed you! Love you!"

Sam smiled to himself as he picked up a cookie and took a bite. It was the perfect way to come home after his last hunt with Dean.

He walked into the bedroom still chewing on the sweet cookie. The room was completely dark except for a sliver of light coming out from under the bathroom door. Sam could hear the shower running and he figured Jessica was getting cleaned up for the night.

Sam plopped down on the bed onto his back. For the first time in days, he sighed and tried to let go of it all.

Of course, Dean was going to find John, he always did. Even still, it no longer felt like Sam’s problem. He decided then and there that he would never hunt again and that he would move on, hoping that one day Dean would understand.

Things were going to be okay. The Lady in White was put to rest, he had an interview with an incredible law firm in a few days, and soon he would be falling asleep in his own bed while holding the woman he loved. There was hope in Sam’s future and it filled him with contentment.

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Although Sam knew he would always carry the weight of being a hunter, of being a Winchester, he believed he could leave the job behind and live his life. If he just held onto the future and let go of the past, Sam thought he could finally be happy.

A soft smile curled up on his lips as he slowly began to fall asleep.

Sam's face twitched at a sudden wet sensation dropping against his skin. As another drop fell onto his face, Sam opened his eyes.

With horror, Sam gasped as he saw Jess pinned to the ceiling, her body sprawled out as if lying on the floor. She was in her pajamas and her face was pale and vacant. A large gash poured blood from her belly as her empty dead eyes pleaded for help.

"No!" he screamed.

The ceiling instantly burst into flames, consuming Jess' mutilated body.

"Jess!" Sam's guttural cries strangled his throat. He froze on the bed, anguished and unable to process what was happening.

The flames grew quickly around him, the room becoming a blazing tinderbox.

The door abruptly whipped open, having been kicked in by Dean.

"Sam!"

Dean's eyes were wide with panic as he watched what was left of Jessica's charred body disappear into the fire. For a brief moment, he was lost in the thought that he was watching Jess meet the same horrific end his mother had.

Snapping back into the moment as the heat swirled around them, Dean's attention shifted to see Sam still lying on the bed, frozen. Dean rushed over to him, grabbed Sam, and began to yank him away.

"No!" Sam cried out. "No! Jess!"

"Sam! Sam! We have to go!" Dean shouted with urgency over the roaring fire.

Dean practically dragged Sam out of the burning apartment as his little brother cried out for the woman he loved.

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Outside the apartments, the streets were lit up by siren lights as firefighters tried to put out the blaze. Police set up a barrier to the scene to keep back the local gawkers. The smoke filled and thickened the air.

Dean stood quietly as he watched the chaos, his face glowing from the red and blue lights. He wondered if Sam's loss would send him spiraling out just as it had their father. He knew nothing would ever be the same for his brother, or the family.

Turning around, Dean walked over to the Impala as Sam stood behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. His face was set in a mask of desperate anger.

"Hey..." Dean started. "How you doing?"

Sam sighed. "I'm fine."

He knew what monstrosity murdered Jessica; it was the same beast that stole his mother in the same nightmarish way. Sam was broken in unspeakable ways but knew that if he cried, he may never stop. He would have to grieve later because his sole focus had to be killing the demon, no matter the cost.

Sam knew he couldn’t keep hiding from the life of a hunter or from his family. His future no longer held ambitions of being a lawyer and building a family with Jessica. Everything had changed.

In that moment, Sam accepted that he was a hunter and always would be, that he could never get away. Now, all that mattered was destroying the one thing that stole everything from him.

He tossed the loaded gun into the trunk as he stared into a hunting weapons cache. Sam’s entire childhood flashed before his eyes; the childhood that brought him nothing but pain and misery.

Like it or not, Sam knew he would never have the life he wanted, that he would forever be a prisoner to the hunt.

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A black 1965 Mustang hummed down the road as the sign ahead read: ‘Welcome to Lawrence, Kansas’. The driver's window was down and the song ‘Bad Company’ played on the stereo. It was less than two weeks after Halloween and the autumn air hung briskly in the wind.

As the breeze blew through her dark auburn hair, Riley had one hand on the wheel and the other in the golden hair of the canine co-pilot that laid peacefully in her lap. She knew she would never make it alone during the endless hours on the road if she didn’t have Finn by her side.

Riley smiled like a kid as she plowed through puddles still left from the recent rainfall.

At 22, Riley had been through more than anyone should have to endure in a lifetime. Though her face was young, her aged soul showed. She was mature beyond her years in both the best and worst ways. Riley always tried to appear a little rough around the edges even when she wasn’t. How jaded she was still showed, but she lived with her heart as her compass; that’s how her father raised her.

She wasn’t tall by any means. Being under 5′5″ didn’t give her much of an edge, but she never let her smaller stature stop her from anything.

“You don’t need to be a man to kick ass,” Dad used to say.

Riley smelled of her favorite black leather jacket that she always wore along with the only perfume she ever used. A simple, silver ring on her right hand, which she never took off, glistened in the light. It was the only thing she still had left of her mother.

It always felt so good to come home, she only wished it was under better circumstances. Riley tried to brush off the thought that evil had come to her hometown and focused on the quiet roads ahead. Every time she came to town, it felt as if she had never left. Nothing ever really changed in Lawrence and it was the only place she ever felt that she truly belonged. Small ‘mom and pop’ shops lined the street and the trees had begun to litter the ground with colored leaves.

She couldn’t wait to get to Debbie’s. It had been too long since her last visit with her aunt and the idea of home brought warmth to her chest. But first, Riley wanted to stop by the local florist to pick up Deb’s favorite flowers.

She knew lilies always made her aunt smile.

Riley slowly pulled into a parking spot before bringing the car to a stop and patted Finn on the head.

“Be right back, buddy.”

Once she closed the door, Finnick stuck his head out the window, enjoying the scents in the air.

Closing the door behind her, Riley began to walk towards the shop.

A husky voice to her left spoke up and caught her attention.

“That’s a great car.”

Riley turned to the stranger to see a tall man in a brown, worn leather jacket.

There stood Dean with his hands tucked into his pockets. He stared back at her as he leaned against a gorgeous, black, classic car.

A smirk curled up on his face and Riley smiled back.

“Thanks,” she replied. “I can say the same for yours. That’s a beautiful Impala--a ‘67 right?”

Dean smiled, clearly impressed, and a spark lit up in his eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. So, you know your cars, huh?”

Riley walked closer to him and crossed her arms as the cold breeze hit her. “Dad was a bit of a grease monkey. Cars were something he could never shut up about.”

At a closer glance, Riley saw his hypnotic hazel-green eyes and the small freckles that peppered his face. His hair was a shorter, sandy blonde and fit him perfectly. His full lips caught her eye and she had to force herself not to gawk at him. Riley’s eyes drifted for a brief moment as she noticed how his jeans hugged him just right.

Dean let out a throaty chuckle and said, “my dad too. Looks like we were raised right. I’m Dean by the way.”

He reached his hand out for hers and she took it in return.

“Riley.”

Her name struck something in Dean and he was instantly captivated. Her piercing blue eyes stared back at him and for a second he was lost in them. Something about her was intoxicating.

“So, you from around here?” he asked.

“Yeah. Lawrence is home, just came in for a visit. You?”

“Used to be home--been a long time though.”

Dean hadn’t been back to Lawrence since he was a kid. He had been avoiding it all those years knowing the reminders would be too painful. Being home again didn’t quite feel like home anymore, nowhere did.

Looking around at the downtown strip, he remembered his mom taking him for ice cream--one of the few memories he had left.

Riley instantly made Dean nervous, but in a way that made him want to ride out the high she gave him.

Dean couldn’t help but take in every part of her; from the way her stray hairs blew around her face to how she curved in all the right places. Her intoxicating smile already had Dean drunk by her presence alone.

“Well, I gotta run an errand and get going. It was nice to meet you, Dean.” Riley began to walk away, her boots softly crunching the leaves beneath her.

Dean didn’t want her to go, he had to get to know her. Somehow he knew she was something special.

“Hey, Riley!” Dean called out as he jogged to catch up to her.

She turned to him with a smile, trying to hide how glad she was that he didn’t just let her leave.

“I’m gonna be in town for a bit and have some time to kill. Would you maybe want to get together later? Dinner?”

Riley’s heart fluttered as she tried to conceal her excitement. “Sure. Do you know Debbie’s Diner?” she asked.

“Hell yeah. Best burgers in town. They make a mean apple pie.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Wanna meet me there around seven tonight?”

Dean flashed a smile that made her weak in the knees. It reached up his face and made the corner of his eyes crinkle.

“It’s a date,” Dean replied.

She smirked back at him, revealing dimples that he immediately fell for, “see you then”. Riley turned to walk away, making sure to saunter just a bit to keep his attention.

Dean couldn’t help himself as he watched her walk into the florist shop. She was a knockout.

Filled with anticipation for the night to come, he hopped into the Impala and backed out of his spot.

Dean wished he didn’t have to wait another minute to see Riley again. With a grin on his face and a fire in his eyes, he eagerly imagined the night to come.

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Grabbing her duffel bag and the new flowers from behind her seat, Riley got out of the car.

Finn jumped out right behind her. His tail wagged with excitement knowing exactly where they were.

She walked to the back of the diner and went through the employee entrance. A small break room, that looked more like a family room, was warm and simply decorated. A couch and loveseat, a TV, a coffee table, and a rug took up most of the room.

Riley pointed to the sofa and Finn hopped on. She briefly rubbed his ear before walking into the back entrance of the diner by the kitchen.

As she took a step onto the tile, the familiar smell of Debbie’s pies filled the air. The hiss of the fryer in the background making her famous fries made Riley’s mouth water. As soft music played overhead, she was reminded of all the time she had spent in that diner growing up.

She took a deep breath and let out a sigh as she whispered to herself, “home”.

Riley saw Debbie and quietly crept up behind her. “Surprise!”

Debbie let out a small yelp and turned around. Her eyes widened and her smile grew too big for her face.

“Riley!” She embraced her niece tightly and didn’t want to let her go.

Riley was the daughter she never had and Deb missed her so desperately when she was gone. She ached with worry every day.

After a moment, Debbie let go and gave a small tap to the side of Riley’s head. “You scared the crap outta me.”

Riley chuckled. “Sorry, Deb. But...I come bearing a peace offering.” She handed her the lilies knowing her aunt could never stay mad at her.

“Oh, honey, I missed you so much," Debbie said lovingly as she touched Riley's cheek. "I didn’t even know you were gonna be in town. Why didn’t you call?”

“Well, I came in for work and thought I’d surprise you.”

Debbie’s joy fell knowing exactly what ‘work’ meant. She hated what her niece did. The job had stolen her entire family from her and the idea of losing Riley made her lose sleep at night.

Suddenly, Riley could feel the pain swell in her aunt. It turned her stomach and she felt fear, concern, and sadness all at once. She was left dumbfounded, unsure of what was happening as she heard Debbie's voice.

“This isn’t the life I wanted for her. I’m never going to be able to convince her to stay.”

Riley froze realizing that Aunt Deb didn't speak a word. In fact, her lips never moved. She was rattled, uncertain of what had happened, before shaking it off and blaming it on exhaustion. Riley had been driving for a full day, of course, she was tired.

“Well, I gotta get these into a vase. Make yourself at home, but don’t think I won’t put you to work later.”

Riley chuckled, “yes, ma'am. Uh, Deb? Do I smell fresh--”

“You and your pie,” Deb cut in. “I’ll grab you a slice.”

Riley grinned from ear to ear and gave her another hug. She took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of fresh food and her aunt’s vanilla shampoo, one of her favorite scents.

“I’m so glad to be home, Deb.”

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Dean was nervous and it had him on edge. He wasn’t used to the knots in his stomach. Dean was good with women and he knew it, but Riley was somehow different. She did something to him and Dean was dying to find out what it was.

He let out a heavy exhale of nerves. Getting out of the car, he straightened his jacket and headed towards the diner.

“It’s just a date,” he muttered to himself. “It’s just another date.”

Dean’s phone vibrated and he answered the call. “Hey, Sammy.”

“Dean? Where are you?” Sam asked, sounding flustered with his brother. “We shouldn’t even be here. We know Dad’s not in Lawrence and we’re wasting time.”

“Dude, we talked about this.”

Sam scoffed. “No, you talked about this. This can’t be our priority, Dean. We need to be going after the demon--we need to find Dad.”

“Look,” Dean said, a little more gently. “I want that son of a bitch dead too, alright? And I want to find Dad as much as you do, but that call we got about this case was weird as hell and we gotta check it out.”

“Exactly. We don’t fucking know who that guy was--even if he did claim to know Dad. How do we know it’s not a trap?”

“We don’t. But it’s the best lead we’ve got right now, okay?”

Sam’s sigh sounded obviously irritated.

“I got a date tonight. We’ll get on the case first thing tomorrow and get back on the road as soon as we handle this shit, alright?” Dean hoped his words were enough to soothe Sam just for the night.

Trying not to be angry with his brother wanting to go on a date with everything that was going on, Sam bit his tongue. “Yeah…talk soon.”

Dean flipped his phone closed and took a deep breath to recenter himself before walking up to the diner. He opened the door and a soft bell jingled.

He didn’t see Riley and was happy that he had gotten there before her.

There was a sign that read: ‘Please seat yourself. We’ll be with you shortly.’

He found a booth in the corner and sat down on the red padded seat. Fiddling with his hands and looking out the window, he was hoping she wouldn’t blow him off. Dean had been looking forward to seeing Riley again since the moment she walked away.

As he mindlessly tapped a brief drum beat on the table, a familiar and appealing voice spoke out that brought him back into focus.

“Hey, glad you made it.” Riley looked at him with her arms crossed and a flirty smile.

Dean looked up to see the same big blue eyes that he hadn’t been able to get out of his head. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t made Riley up in a dream.

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” Dean replied.

“Want a beer?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

Riley walked away and went behind the counter.

Dean watched her with his brow arched, confused as to why she was just helping herself. He saw Riley grab two bottles and pop them open, bringing one to her lips and taking a sip as she came back.

She put the bottles down and sat across from the smile that gave her butterflies.

Dean looked at Riley and chuckled, “ya know, they don’t like it when you serve yourself.”

Riley tried to stifle a laugh while taking another sip from her beer. “I probably should have mentioned, this is my Aunt’s diner--it's kind of like my home.”

“Well, that makes a lot more sense. I was thinking you might just be a little wild,” he smirked.

“Oh, honey. You have no idea.”

Dean’s eyes widened at her response and he bit his lip. Her confident banter was beyond sexy and made her only that much more enticing.

Debbie walked to the table and pulled a pad and pen out from her white apron. “Hey, Riley. Want to introduce your friend?”

“Of course. Debbie, this is Dean.”

Dean shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, ma'am.”

“Ma'am? Damn. When did I get old?”

They all let out a small laugh before a look of recognition came over Debbie's face. Though she thought she might have known the boy at some point, she didn’t want to embarrass Riley and ask too much.

Debbie pushed aside the thought and asked, “you kids wanna order?”

Dean motioned to Riley for her to go first.

“Just the usual, Deb. Cheeseburger and fries.”

Dean loved that she didn’t order a salad or something ridiculous and tasteless. A woman who appreciated good food was a turn-on all on its own.

“And for the handsome one?” Debbie asked, looking at Dean.

Riley rolled her eyes and pulled her lips together. Of course, Deb would say something like that.

Dean looked down and let out a shy laugh. Turning back to Deb, he gave a soft smile and said, “I’ll have the same.”

“Coming right up.” Debbie shot the two a wink and quickly returned behind the counter as she tucked her pad away once more.

The two were finally alone. There was a moment of silence where they both smirked at each other, trying to hide their nervousness.

“So, tell me about yourself, Dean,” Riley said in a calm and flirty tone.

“Well, uh--like I said, I’m from here--originally. I have a little brother, I love cars, and I may have a slightly unhealthy obsession with classic rock.”

Riley laughed and replied, “I’m the same way. I’m a sucker for when music was actually good, ya know? Def Leppard, AC/DC, Guns 'n Roses, Led Zeppelin…I have too many favorites to name.”

Dean couldn’t believe his luck. She was the perfect woman.

“You know,” he said coolly, “Not a lot of girls are into all of that. I’m pleasantly surprised.” He took a sip from his beer with a flirty brow.

“Well, Dean. I’m definitely not like most girls.”

Her smirk was trouble and he loved it.

“My dad and I were always listening to music together," Riley continued. "It was something that we both loved. Some of my best memories are of us belting out our favorites during our long drives.”

“Sounds like you and your dad are pretty close, huh?” Dean asked.

Riley’s eyes cast down and her face changed. “Yeah...we were. Dad, uh--he passed away about a year ago now.”

Dean saw the pain on her face and felt guilty for even asking the question. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks--definitely miss him,” she said, choking on a lump in her throat. Riley downed a large swig of the beer, put it on the table, and spun it around in her hands.

Riley needed to change the subject. “What about you? You close with your parents?”

Dean sighed and wasn’t sure how to explain his relationship with his dad. God only knew how complicated that was.

“Uh--Dad and I are kinda close, I guess. He raised me and my brother--mom died when we were kids.”

“I lost my mom as a kid too. It was just me and Dad. Now, Deb is all the family I got. Well, her and Finn.”

“Finn?” Dean asked.

“Finnick--my golden retriever…kinda my partner in crime. He’s in the back. Can’t have dogs in the diner," she added playfully as if somewhat mocking Debbie's rules.

Dean let out a soft chuckle.

They soon were lost in conversation, talking about anything and everything.

He made her laugh, and she needed that. Riley loved that he thought she was funny and his laugh was genuine; it ran up her skin like a warm hug.

Time stopped and the two let go of the world for just a little while.

After the burgers and fries were demolished and multiple beers were downed, Debbie stopped by the table with two pieces of fresh pie.

Dean’s eyes lit up. “Oh God, yes,” he mumbled with anticipation as the smell wafted his way.

The two ate their dessert and Dean finally gathered the courage to ask what had been on his mind. “So, Riley, how the hell is it that a girl like you isn’t already spoken for?” He didn’t notice that his mouth was still somewhat full as he spoke.

Riley giggled. “And what makes you think I’m not ‘spoken for’?” she teased.

Catching the game she was playing, Dean retorted, “well, I mean--you did take up an offer to go to dinner with a total stranger.”

Dean was a well-trained flirt, that much was clear.

Riley smirked, finding him and his sense of humor endearing as she took a bite of the warm pie. Swallowing her food, Riley added, “well, I guess I just don’t stay in one place long enough. Kind of hard to build a relationship when you’re always on the road.”

Dean felt like she was singing his song. Somehow, she understood him. “I know that feeling all too well. Work keeps me traveling a lot.”

“What do you do?” she asked.

Careful not to reveal too much he answered, “uh--it’s a family business. We do a little bit of everything.”

Riley scoffed with a smile. “Well, that was vague.”

He laughed. “What can I say? I like to be a little mysterious. What about you?”

It was her turn to omit her full truth. “We’re kind of a family business too. Odd jobs here and there--just all over the place.”

He looked at her and felt she was hiding something, just like he was, but Dean decided not to press it further.

After their plates were finished, they both stood up to leave.

Riley hugged Debbie and told her she’d be back soon.

“Be safe, sweetheart,” Deb told her niece. “It was nice to meet you, Dean.”

“Likewise, ma'am.”

“Oh, for the love of God, please call me Debbie.”

Dean smiled and put his hand out to give her some cash. “The food was delicious by the way.”

“Oh no, honey. It’s on the house. Here, I packed you a pie to-go. Seems like you enjoyed it.”

Dean was all too happy with his gift. “Thank you, Debbie. I’ll definitely be back for more.”

With a final wave, Riley and Dean walked out of the diner and slowly meandered toward his Impala.

Walking side by side, they took their time with every step, not wanting to say goodnight. Normally, Dean would have already offered to take her back to his room, but not with Riley, she was different from the rest. She wasn’t just some ‘chick he wanted to have a one-night stand with’. Dean wanted to see if there was something more and that thought alone was enough to terrify him. He just didn’t want to admit it.

The parking lot behind the diner was poorly lit and next to a quiet alleyway. The moon gave more light than the street lamps, but it was still somehow the perfect setting.

Dean leaned against the car and looked up at the stars. One of his favorite things about Kansas was you could always see the night sky.

Riley gazed up as well and they both sighed feeling the comfort of home.

“Dinner was great. Your aunt sure knows how to cook,” Dean said as his take-out bag crinkled in his hand.

“Yeah. She’s amazing. She seemed to really like you.”

“Good. ‘Cause I, uh--I don’t always do great with first impressions.”

“Well, you did just fine with me.” Riley bit her bottom lip, a smile showing through.

Dean let out a breathy laugh and their eyes locked. He was lost in hers and her in his.

There was an electricity between them and it was as if an invisible force was pulling them together.

Riley took a step closer to him and Dean’s free hand brushed her hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful and Dean felt his stomach flip as he glanced down at her lips.

“I had a really good time tonight, Dean.”

“Me too.”

It was then that they realized the gap between them had closed. They quietly looked at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Dean put a hand gently on the side of Riley’s face and her breath hitched. Her hands found his chest and felt his cool leather jacket against them. The two inched closer, both feeling lightheaded as their lips ghosted over each other, barely touching.

A sudden, loud crash came from the alley, causing both of them to instantly pull away and look in the direction of the sound.

It then went quiet, eerily quiet.

The silence was abruptly broken as a horrific, snarling creature with long fangs shot out from the darkness, ready to attack. The vampire was practically foaming at the mouth.

Charging at Dean first, the vampire went straight for his neck.

Dean absently dropped his bag and punched the creature in the face, causing him to stumble. He then shoved the monster away with full force.

Both Riley and Dean shouted to each other in unison, “get behind me!”

They shared a look of confusion but knew any questions would have to wait.

Just as the monster got to his feet to lunge back at them, two more vampires came out from the shadows behind Riley and Dean. They were outnumbered.

As Dean went for the two to his right, Riley went for his original attacker.

Dean pulled out his gun, but before he could shoot, he was grabbed and thrown onto the hard asphalt, the gun falling out of his hand.

Riley unsheathed a knife from her boot and brought it up ready to fight. The creature then pinned her to the wall as they both fought for power over the blade.

A deep and concerned voice rang out from somewhere nearby, “Dean!”

Sam came sprinting into the fray with a machete ready to aid Dean. He quickly came up behind the third creature and sliced its head clean off.

Dean grabbed his gun again and fired several rounds into one of the vampires; it fell to the floor in agony.

Dean yelled out with worry, “Riley!” and ran in her direction.

Riley finally overpowered the creature and stabbed him in the gut, which only slowed it down. She pushed him against the wall and immediately grabbed the lid from the metal trash can next to her. With all her might and a forceful grunt, Riley plunged it into the vampire’s throat, decapitating the monster.

Dean stopped in his tracks with a look of utter disbelief.

As she wiped off the blood that had splattered onto her face, Riley turned to Dean.

All three were out of breath, not sure what to make of what had just happened.

The remaining vampire laid on the ground, groaning in agony.

Dean and Sam sauntered over to it and hovered above.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” the monster snarled.

“Those are dead man’s bullets, you son of a bitch.”

Without a word, Riley strode in between the two boys, and with that same lid, she slammed it down and separated the creature’s body from its head.

Riley stood up as everyone looked at each other, panting from the fight.

Dean turned to Riley. “You’re a hunter?!”

“You’re a hunter?!” she replied in shock.

“Yeah. We came into town hearing about a vamp nest nearby.”

“Me too.” Intrigued, her curiosity unable to resist, Riley questioned, “dead man’s blood?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s uh--something Dad figured out. Bullets dipped in the blood of a dead man. Doesn’t kill ‘em, but it’ll hurt like hell.”

“Huh,” she replied in a thoughtful tone. “Thought only Dad and I knew that little trick.”

Still catching their breath, no one knew what to say until Dean finally motioned to his partner. “Oh, this is my brother Sam. Sam, this is Riley.”

She looked up at his brother. He looked so young, handsome like Dean, but in his own way. He had soft hazel eyes and his brown hair swept over his forehead.

Though Dean was much taller than Riley, Sam practically towered over her smaller stature. It was strange though, somehow, it felt as though she knew him.

It was then that Riley had a realization that struck her like a bus. “Wait--Sam and Dean? As in Sam and Dean Winchester? John’s kids?”

The brothers stared at each other and Sam finally spoke up with an incredulous look.

“Uh--yeah. Do we know you?”

“Your dad was my dad’s hunting buddy.”

“Who’s your dad?” Dean asked.

“Jackson Munroe.”

Dean’s eyes grew. “Jack Munroe? He and Dad hunted together for years. Damn, he was a hell of a hunter.” He let out a heavy exhale of disbelief. “Man, I can’t believe you’re Jack’s daughter.”

“Dad didn’t do too well hearing about Jack last year. I’m so sorry, Riley,” Sam added.

Riley nodded in gratitude as she pulled her knife from the vampire’s corpse. She cleaned it on the creature’s shirt and sheathed it again.

“How’s your dad by the way? I haven’t seen John in a while.”

Sam scoffed, “yeah, join the club.”

Dean scowled at Sam and then turned back to Riley. “We’re actually looking for him right now. He went on a hunting trip and we haven’t heard from him in a while.”

“It’s John Winchester. I wouldn’t be too worried,” she said.

They found themselves in that familiar silence again.

“Well,” Riley went on. “I don’t know about you two, but I could use a drink. My aunt has an apartment above the diner and I happen to know that she has some whiskey hidden away upstairs, if you’re interested.”

“I'm not gonna turn that offer down,” Dean answered with a tired smirk.

While Riley dragged one of the corpses off to the dumpster, Sam grabbed Dean’s shoulder and turned him towards him.

“Guess it’s a good thing I decided to go for a walk tonight.” Sam paused and looked in Riley’s direction. “That’s the girl you went out with tonight?”

“Yeah. Did you see her? Dude, she’s a total badass.” Dean smiled like an excited kid as he tapped his brother’s chest.

Sam let out a breathy chuckle in agreement as they both went to help Riley remove the evidence of their violent supernatural encounter.

-----

The three hunters stepped into a small apartment, it felt cozy and welcoming. Pictures of the Munroe family made it feel like a real home, one that neither Sam nor Dean had ever experienced.

Riley closed the door behind them and a happy dog came running to her. He jumped up to hug her and she rubbed his back. “Hey, Finn. You been a good boy?”

Finnick got down, stood next to her, and observed the strangers.

Sam crouched down and Finn went to smell him. As he pet him, the dog wagged his tail in appreciation.

“What a beautiful dog,” Sam told her. “I always wanted one. But, uh--Dean’s not exactly a huge fan of dogs.”

Dean gave Sam a nasty look and then shot back at Riley with a big cheesy smile. “I like dogs--I do. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

As Riley turned with a questioning expression on her face, Dean slugged Sam in the arm.

“Dude, not cool.”

Riley went to the kitchen, grabbed glasses from the shelves, and found the bottle of whiskey stashed under the sink. Finn settled next to her chair and laid his head on her feet.

Sam and Dean joined her at the table, letting out small huffs of tired air as they sat down.

As Riley poured the glasses, Dean let out a scoff. “Man, what are the odds? I mean, it’s Lawrence--small town…but still.”

Taking a drink, Riley sighed as it burned in her throat. “You’re not wrong.”

Sam let out a throaty chuckle. “Life’s funny that way, I guess.”

The front door opened and Deb walked in, her apron draped over her arm as her fingers tried to take her hair out of its tied-up bun.

Finn ran to greet her and she rubbed his head before looking up.

“Oh, didn’t know we were having company. Dean, nice to see you again.”

“You too, Debbie," Dean replied. This is my brother, Sam.”

Her eyes grew wide and Riley chuckled before telling her, “yup, Sam and Dean Winchester.” She turned to the brothers. “And yes, Deb knows everything.”

“I knew I recognized that face. Dean, I haven’t seen you since you were a kid. And Sam…my god, you were just a baby.” Deb pulled up a chair and joined the group. “Now that love of pie makes so much sense. You were the same way as a little boy,” she said, eyeing Dean.

Dean let out a small gasp of frustration as he remembered his forgotten to-go bag. “Dammit! I dropped my pie back in the alley.”

Debbie laughed, “don’t worry, honey. There’s plenty where that came from.” She got up and grabbed two pies from the refrigerator along with some forks before bringing them to the table. “Dig in. We don’t need plates when we’re with family.”

Dean lit up with excitement and went straight for the pie as Riley did the same.

“So, the Winchesters are back in Lawrence. Is your dad with you?”

“We’re only in town for the case. Dad’s out kind of doing his own thing right now,” Dean said with a full mouth.

“You boys came in for the vampire nest, didn’t you?”

“Yes, ma'am,” Sam chimed in.

Dean shook his head with his cheeks stuffed, “mm-mm. She doesn’t like that. Gotta call her Debbie.”

Sam, being slightly embarrassed by his brother, returned to his conversation. “So, hunting runs in your family too?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied. Deb lifted a small bite of pie to her mouth, chewed, and swallowed, followed by a soft sigh. “My brother was a hunter, it cost him his damn life.”

Sadness fell over Riley’s face. She hated that her aunt still hurt so deeply over the loss of Jackson; not to mention how disappointed Debbie was that Riley was following in her father’s footsteps.

Deb took a breath and continued, “he was gone so much. Riley was just a baby and spent a lot of her time with me--I practically raised her. Whenever Jackson would come back home, he would teach her everything he could about hunting. I hated every second of it. Watching her learn to handle a gun when she was only in kindergarten made me sick. But, Riley wanted to be a ‘hero’ just like her daddy. I knew I couldn’t stop her, no matter how hard I tried.” She grabbed her glass and downed the last bit of whiskey, trying to stifle her emotions. "And then one day, 'Riley was old enough to hunt’,” Debbie scoffed in annoyance. “She was just a child, but she didn’t want to be away from her father and wanted to help him find the thing that killed her mom.”

“Deb, I didn’t want to leave, but I had to.” Riley reached her hand to Debbie’s and squeezed. “You were like a mom to me, that never changed.”

Deb returned the loving gesture and exhaled.

“So, you hunt alone now?” Dean asked Riley, surprised at the thought.

“Yup. Well, Finn comes too...sometimes. He’s mostly there for the company on the rides and in the motels, but he’s saved my life a couple of times. He’s the only partner I’ve ever had besides Dad.”

She reached under the table and pet the sleepy dog.

After a quiet moment, Sam looked to Debbie. “We were all so sad to hear of Jack’s passing,” Sam added. “If you don’t mind me asking, we never really heard what happened...”

Riley put her fork down, ran her hand through her hair as it fell back in her face and she took a deep breath. Running her finger around the rim of her glass, she looked over to Sam and Dean.

“Dad had been hunting down the thing that killed Mom for as long as I can remember. That’s why he became a hunter. I don’t even remember my mom, I was only a baby when she died. But, the night Dad died,” Riley paused as she swirled the liquid in her glass. “He didn’t tell me anything was wrong. He said 'he had to handle some business’ and went alone. I would have never let him go if I had known something was gonna happen.” Riley choked back tears and cleared her throat before her jaw twitched with a hint of anger. “God help that yellow-eyed son of a bitch if he’s what took my dad from me.”

“Wait a minute. Was Jack after a demon? A demon with yellow eyes?” Dean asked eagerly.

Both Riley and Deb’s faces went white. They looked at each other and then back at Dean as they both froze.

Debbie’s voice cracked in her throat. “H--how did you know that?”

“Because that’s the same thing that killed our mom too. Riley...how old were you when your mom died?”

“I was exactly 6 months old,” she told him.

Trying not to show the shakiness in his voice, Sam replied, “...I was 6 months old to the day when our mom was murdered too.”

Debbie grabbed Riley’s hand in anxiety. “What the hell is going on? How can this even be happening?” She shook her head and gulped, almost afraid to ask. “Sam…was there a fire in your nursery?”

The brothers went quiet before Sam nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam was completely taken aback. The conversation brought him back to the fresh memories of losing Jessica. The images that plagued his mind flashed and it was if he could still feel her warm blood fall on his face.

He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet and refused to bring her up. Sam did his best to pull himself out of his thoughts.

Dean was on edge too, both shocked and confused as to how it was all connected. He was left at a loss for words.

“Dean," Sam said as he turned to his brother. "Jack must have been working with Dad on the case the whole time. We always knew they went on hunts together, but Dad never really talked about them.”

“Hunters always have their secrets, kids...always.” After a moment, Debbie sighed as she stood up.” Well, I have to go close the diner for the night and clean up. Riley, you’re off the clock tonight. Stay here and enjoy the rest of your night.” She kissed Riley’s head and looked at the boys. “It was nice to see you both.”

“You too,” replied Dean. “Thanks for everything.”

Debbie gave a half-smile and headed out the door.

Riley stood to clear the table and Sam stopped her.

“I got it,” he told her. Sam put the dishes into the sink and turned to the others. “Well, I’m gonna head back to the motel. Thanks for everything, Riley. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Sam.”

The brothers exchanged looks and Dean nodded in his direction as if to say, ‘I’ll be there in a bit’.

Sam acknowledged the notion, patted Finn's head, and left.

Finally, Dean and Riley were alone again.

“Come on.” Riley grabbed her glass and led Dean over to the living room couch as he held his drink in hand as well.

The couch was soft gray and incredibly clean. Dean was impressed with how tidy Deb kept her home.

They both sat down and looked at each other, somewhat unsure of what to say.

“I gotta admit, Winchester, I did not see tonight going the way it did.”

Dean let out a throaty laugh. “Yeah.” He searched for the right words. “You’re something else though, Riley. You just keep surprising me.”

“In all good ways, I hope," Riley said with a smirk.

That small smile gave Dean chills up his neck. “In all the best ways,” he replied.

Riley smiled again and took a drink.

Pausing, Dean gathered the courage to keep talking. “You were right, you know? You’re not like most girls. I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you.” He looked up and caught her eye as the charge surging between them only grew.

“Listen,” Dean said, taking her drink and putting them both on the coffee table. “I gotta do this before something stops me again or I know I’m gonna regret it.” He pushed her hair away from her face before taking her chin in his hand.

Slowly, they leaned in towards each other and their lips barely touched.

Finn suddenly jumped up on the couch between them, knocking over one of the glasses as he did.

"Oh, Finn..." Riley said with a sigh. "What am I gonna do with you?"

The dog panted with what seemed like a happy grin, eager for attention as he stared into Dean's eyes.

Riley got up to grab a kitchen rag to clean up the mess and Dean looked back at Finn, disappointed at yet another interruption.

Finnick grew excited and his tail wagged as he began to lick Dean's face.

Dean scrunched his face in disgust, trying to put some distance between himself and the all-too-friendly pup. He stood up from the couch and looked at Finn who had sprawled himself out on the couch on his back, practically smiling at Dean.

Dean muttered under his breath as he wiped the slobber from his face.

"Fucking dogs..."

------

The next morning, the boys drove down the main strip of town, the sound of the Impala rumbling beneath them. That Chevy was the only home Sam and Dean had ever known, the only constant in their lives besides each other.

Dean flipped open his phone to reveal a message from Riley:

‘Come in through the back. See you soon’.

A Blue Oyster Cult song played softly from Dean’s go-to cassette tape.

Sam broke the silence between them and asked, “so, you sure you wanna see again Riley after your night together? I mean, I've never seen you do that before. I'm not even sure how many times I've seen you even call a girl back." He chuckled to himself.

Dean knew he was right. “It’s not like that, Sam."

"Wait a minute..." Sam said with a thoughtful smirk.

"What?"

"...are you trying to tell me that nothing happened between you guys?" When Dean didn't answer, Sam took a second to absorb his brother's strange behaviors and chortled as he looked over at Dean. "You really like this girl, don't you?"

Trying to not let his brother think he was right, Dean scoffed. "'I like her'? What are we 12 years old?"

Sam laughed. "Whatever, dude. You got it bad."

Ignoring Sam's commentary, Dean pulled the Impala into the diner parking lot.

After turning off the engine, Sam and Dean stepped out of the car, the doors creaking behind them as they slammed shut.

As the brothers walked around the back, they saw the diner in the daylight. Memories from the night before played in their minds; remnants of blood that couldn’t be scrubbed away were still staining the concrete.

Opening the back door, the two stepped inside.

Riley was sitting cross-legged on the couch with papers, newspapers, and a map sprawled around her on one side and Finn on the other.

She glanced up, trying to not seem too eager to see Dean. “Hey, guys. Good morning.”

“Morning,” they both replied.

Dean sat on a single chair close to Riley and Sam made himself comfortable on the longer end of the sofa as he greeted Finn. The golden pup was already a fan of the youngest Winchester.

Riley sipped her coffee and nodded toward the side table. “There’s a fresh pot if you want some, help yourselves.”

Dean got up and poured two mugs full, giving one to Sam and then returning to his chair. The heat from the warm drinks danced in the sunlight that shined through the window.

He looked at Riley and studied her. She was just as beautiful in the morning as she was the night before. Her hair was in a messy bun, twisted together quickly after waking up. She was wearing sweats, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and socks.

Riley didn’t even have to try to impress Dean, it happened naturally.

“So, whaddya got?” Dean asked.

“Well, looks like all the attacks have been up north on the furthest skirts of town towards the city of Midland,” she answered.

Sam chimed in. “I did some digging and I haven’t seen a single attack here before the recent ones this last week. It’s so weird that they just showed up in Lawrence out of nowhere.”

“Yeah, but with the death toll piling up, and the visit from our friends last night, I’d say it’s a safe bet we have a full-blown nest now. Now where they came from, I don’t have a damn clue.”

Riley pushed everything to the side to focus on the conversation and the warm coffee in her two cupped hands. She always joked about how the smell of coffee would ‘wake up her soul’ as she was most certainly not a morning person.

"So, are we just going to gloss over the fact that a case brought all of us back home to Lawrence at the same time?" Sam asked. "I mean, what are the odds of that?"

"Yeah..." Riley replied. "I was kind of wondering the same thing."

"How did you hear about the case?"

Riley took another drink. "I got a call from another hunter."

Both Sam and Dean turned to look at each other.

"What?"

"Who was it that called you?" Dean asked somewhat earnestly.

"That's the weird part," she started. "We got cut off before he could tell me his name. I wouldn't usually follow a lead like that, but when I checked some local records, it all panned out. I knew I had to come home." Riley paused. “He said he knew my dad too.”

"We got the same call," Sam told her.

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah--the quick info, no name, that he knew our dad, the sudden hang up..." Dean answered, looking back over at Sam again. "Someone wanted us here...together."

"...but who? Why?"

"Damn good question. And the fact that our moms died the same way when you both were the same age...” Dean thought for a second. “Why didn’t Dad tell us about that?”

“My dad didn’t either.” Riley couldn’t understand why Jackson had kept something so big from her. She thought they didn’t hide anything from each other, especially not when it came to finding the demon. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me. He didn’t even mention the fire--done by the same evil bastard too. It just…doesn’t make any sense.”

“Remember what Deb said?” Dean asked. “Hunters always have their secrets.”

Unsure of how to answer any of the questions in front of them and itching to get back on the road to find those answers, Sam switched the subject again.

"Well," Sam leaned over towards the coffee table to study the map again. "We're here and Lawrence has a vamp problem. No matter who got us here, we have to handle it."

He was eager to get the job done. As soon as the nest was handled, Sam and Dean would be back on the road again to keep looking for John.

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Dean asked while he sipped at his warm mug.

“I say we stake it out tonight,” Riley answered. “If we think we can handle it, we go in. If not, we gather intel and we’ll regroup for tomorrow. At least if we’re there, they can’t leave without us knowing.”

“Sounds good to me. Guess we have the day to kill,” Dean said with a playful shrug.

Sam knew where his brother’s head was and smiled at the thought of Dean being so keen to be with this new girl.

“Well, let’s go grab some breakfast and we’ll make plans from there. I am in dire need of more coffee. I’ll go change and meet you in the diner.” Riley got up and patted her side for Finn to follow.

“Great! I’m starving” Sam shot out in response.

“Meet you in ten,” she called back as her voice faded further away.

Dean watched her disappear up the stairs, his eyes locked on her.

Once she was gone, Sam snickered.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Dude, could you be more obvious?”

“...shut up.”

------

After a day of lounging in Deb’s apartment, an abundance of delicious food, and a couple of classic movies, it was time for the hunters to head out.

Grabbing her gear and giving a kiss on Finn’s soft head, Riley followed the boys to the car.

Dean popped the trunk to check on their supplies while the sun set softly behind them. The sky was softly lit with beautiful orange and yellow light just peeking over the horizon.

Riley peered down into the trunk and was thrilled with all the different ‘hunter toys’ it held.

“Oh, my God.” She pulled out a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire and grinned as she admired it. “This is so badass.”

Dean laughed softly under his breath, admiring the weapon as well. “That’s one of Dad’s favorites.”

“Don’t think I won’t be taking a swing with this baby at some point.”

Sam let out a playful sigh. “My god, there’s two of them.”

After Riley and Dean exchanged a flirty glance, they shut the trunk and walked around the Impala.

Sam went to the front passenger door and opened it for Riley.

“Such a gentleman,” she teased.

After all three were in the car, Dean started the engine and cranked up the music.

“Let’s do this.”

------

Night had fallen as the Chevy’s lights shut off and rolled to a stop; it hid behind some brush just shy of a rusted metal gate that led up to private property. From there, the hunters could still watch to make sure no one tried to leave the cabin on the hill.

A beat-up old van was parked in front as warm lights seeped out of the house windows nearby.

The still night’s silence surrounded the car with only the sound of crickets chirping around them.

“Do we know if there’s a way out on the other side?” Riley was frustrated that she wasn’t able to find any records on the old property.

“No,” Sam responded. “We’re going in blind.”

She sighed as she tried to scan their surroundings in the darkness.

Dean saw an opportunity to get a moment with Riley and formulated a plan. He put his arm over the seat and looked back at Sam. “Well, Sammy, how about we stay here and you do a little recon? You can come back and let us know what you find.”

A look of ‘play along’ sat eagerly on Dean's face.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure. Why not?” he said with an annoyed tone.

Grabbing a flashlight and packing his gun into his hip, he got out of the car and tried to close the door gently.

Dean peeked his head through the crack in the window and whispered, “take your time. No rush.”

Sam rolled his eyes again and began his trudge down the road.

With Sam no longer in view, Riley and Dean were alone again. They both had been hoping all day for the moment that would happen.

It went quiet for several minutes as they both struggled to speak first.

“Listen," Dean started. "At the risk of sounding like a complete idiot, I had a great time with you last night. Even if it was interrupted by blood-thirsty monsters.” They both let out breathy laughs. “But had that not happened, I may have never seen what a kick-ass hunter you are.”

Riley’s stomach flipped. Knowing that she impressed him filled her with pride. Watching him in the fray the night before turned her on and she couldn’t wait to see him in action again.

“I can say it was definitely my most interesting date so far.” She tried to not come off too flirty, but with him, it was hard not to.

Dean’s lips pressed together while a smile grew behind them. She looked so perfect. There hadn’t been a moment since they met that he didn’t think so.

Riley bit her lip, catching his gaze and the tension grew.

With heated eyes, Dean leaned in and Riley began to meet him as they inched towards the kiss they had both been wanting.

The back door of the Impala opened and the two turned at the sound as Sam got in with a tired huff.

Both Dean and Riley looked back at Sam in a way that made him realize his entrance had been somewhat of a disappointment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I come back?” he asked sarcastically.

“Shut up, Sam," Dean retorted plainly. "What’d you find out?”

“This is their only way out. If they leave, we’ll know it. I was able to get a view into the window and heard them talking. They’re pissed about the three vamps we took out last night. Losing them brought their nest down to four. They know it happened behind the diner and they plan to hit it hard.”

Riley’s eyes grew with anger and a hint of panic at the thought of Debbie getting in harm’s way. “That’s it. I say we handle these bastards now. No way in hell am I letting them near my home.”

Dean loved seeing that side of her, the hunter side. She was always ready for a fight. It made her that much more attractive.

With Dean’s mind set on being at her side and raring to go, he looked at her and then Sam.

“Agreed. Sam, you in?”

“Let’s go,” Sam replied.

The three got out quietly and grabbed their gear from the trunk. A gun on each of their hips, knives hidden in boots or sheathed in jackets, and a machete in hand.

Riley reached for the bat and studied it in her hands. She gave a fiery look that sent chills up Dean’s spine, diving him wild, while her hands tightened their grip around it.

With purpose and intensity, Sam, Riley, and Dean marched up the hill, ready for whatever awaited them behind that cabin door.

The remaining four vampires sat in the main room venting their anger in front of a roaring fireplace.

Thirsty for blood and revenge, one of the men with black hair and a large build hissed under his breath. “I’m not waiting. Those fuckin’ hunters took out our kin. They die tonight.”

With the rest of the nest in agreement, they got up, ready to leave.

Just as their decision was made, the door was kicked open. It swung with force and slammed against the wall. Chips from where the door met the frame splintered out.

Riley stepped between the Winchesters and went in first, ready to take the lead.

Taking large, controlled strides into the house, she swung the bat with abandon and hit the black-haired monster in the head, caving in the side of his skull. He hit the floor and Riley swung another two times ensuring that he was down, blood splattering from his fresh wounds.

Dean and Sam went in opposite directions to take their part in the fight. Punches were thrown and Sam took a blow to the jaw that caused him to falter back, but he quickly shook it off and charged back at the creature.

On the other side of the room, Dean faced off with another vampire in a leather vest.

As they both danced around a bit, each trying to corner the other, Dean looked the monster over with a chuckle. “Dude, you know, you reek of 'douchebag’, right?.”

The man let his rage take over and rushed at Dean, creating the perfect opportunity for him to duck away.

Dean spun around and with his blade at the monster’s neck, he shoved it through the vampire’s throat. The creature’s head fell to the floor, followed by what was left of its body.

Turning around while still riding the high of the kill, he then removed the head of the other monster that was fighting his brother.

Riley, face to face with the only remaining creature, was met with a monstrous woman with a pixie haircut. Her teeth were bared and she snarled at the hunter.

“You, bitch!” she spat. “You come into our house and kill my family?”

A cocky smile grew on Riley’s face as she tensed around the bat and jested, “better yours than mine.”

After a couple of swings and misses, the vampire lost her step and was met with a swipe to the side of her face. She hit the ground, blood dripping from her head as she realized she could no longer stand.

Riley took her time and walked behind her. She reached out her hand to trade her weapon for Dean’s machete. Grasping it firmly, Riley moved back to the beaten monster who was leaning onto her hands.

Barely able to get out words the woman hissed through her breaths, “you…hunters…you’ll never win. There’s too many of us. We’ll always…come for you.”

With one final look, Riley answered, “and we’ll always be ready.”

------

The Chevy pulled up to the front of the diner late into the night. Debbie had already closed up for the night and must have gone to bed as all of the lights were out.

Exhausted, covered in blood, and still coming down from the adrenaline of the tussle, the car was quiet.

“You know, Riley, you’re a damn good hunter,” Sam admitted from the back seat.

“He’s right,” Dean added. “You kicked serious ass tonight."

Riley sighed. “This was the first time I hadn’t gone on a hunt alone since I lost Dad.” Her voice trailed off, not wanting to share how terrified she had been for anyone else to die. Riley’s head fell slightly and she knew that if she got too close to the boys, odds were, she would lose them too.

“Hey,” Dean said, waiting for her to look up at him. “Look, this job sucks. We’ve lost more friends and family than we ever care to admit. It hurts every damn day. And the thought of losing more? Honestly, it’s almost too much to live with. But this ain’t a one-man show, sweetheart. We survive because we do it together.”

A small smile came over Riley’s face and she knew he was right.

Sam leaned towards the front seat as Riley turned to him. “Riley, I don’t know how we got here or why. All I know is that every single day all I can think about is finding that demon, which means we gotta find our dad…and I think we could use all the help we can get. We can go after Yellow Eyes together.”

The idea thrilled Dean to his core and he couldn’t help but grin. Regardless of his interest in Riley, he knew it was going to take more than just the two of them to finish what John had started 22 years ago, to end the nightmare that had haunted their family.

“...so, whaddya say, kid?” Dean asked.

A million thoughts ran through Riley’s head while she tried to fight her fear of getting too close to anyone. “I--I need to think about it. I know you guys are headed out in the morning. So...I guess I’ll let you know then.” Riley’s uncertainty kept her hesitant, afraid to make the wrong decision.

Both brothers nodded while a swell of comradery swept through the car. Whatever her decision, a bond had been formed.

Riley looked at Dean and then back at Sam, “goodnight, guys.”

Getting out of the car and swinging her bag over her shoulder, she disappeared into the back of the diner.

Sam moved from the back to the front passenger seat next to his brother.

Dean’s eyes had watched her every move until she was out of sight. He couldn’t help but hope she would say yes and that the three of them could find the answers they’ve waited for their entire lives, and that this wasn’t goodbye.

-----

It was a brisk morning and more leaves had covered the streets and sidewalks of the quiet street. The mood in the town had shifted and even the air felt lighter.

Evil had left Lawrence, for the time being.

Dean parked the car and immediately set his gaze on the diner door. He had tossed and turned all night worried that he would have to say goodbye to Riley, and he just wasn’t ready.

Although he never said it, Dean knew he was a player. He had a tendency to meet a new woman everywhere he went, sometimes more than one. Each time, they almost always ended up back in his hotel bed. Being so infatuated with someone like he was with Riley was driving him crazy and constantly occupying his thoughts.

After waiting for a while, Sam saw the concern in Dean’s eyes.

“She still might come, Dean. We’ll give her a few more minutes.” Even Sam was keeping his hope that the new friend he had made would be leaving with them. Sam wanted to believe that together there was a way to avenge Jess, his mom, and his entire family.

Dean’s heart sank and with a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, his fingers grabbed onto the keys to turn the ignition.

As he did, he heard the soft jingle of the diner’s bell behind him. Dean beamed when he saw her.

Riley was grinning from ear to ear, a bag over her shoulder, and a guitar case in her hand. Finn and Deb followed close behind.

“Still got room for one more, Winchesters?”

“Hell yeah.” Dean hugged her and happily took her things to put in the back seat.

Sam went to her and embraced her tightly. “You play guitar?”

“Oh, honey, I’m full of surprises.”

Riley walked over to Finn and got down to his level. With a tear in her eye, she pet him and rubbed his ears while she looked him over.

“I love you, buddy. But we’re going after something too big and I can’t risk you getting hurt. Aunt Deb’s gonna take good care of you. I promise I’ll be back soon.” She wrapped her arms around the whining dog and kissed his head. “I love you.” Tears crept up in Riley’s eyes and the lump in her throat threatened every breath she took.

Getting up, Riley squeezed Deb in a loving embrace.

Her aunt whispered in her ear while her voice broke and held back tears with each word. “You come back to us, you hear me?”

“I promise. I love you so much.”

The two tried to pull themselves together as Riley stepped away and walked towards the car.

Debbie hugged both of the boys and handed Dean a large bag. “It’s filled with food for the road. I made sure I packed some pie in there too.” She winked and Dean’s smile was beyond enthusiastic.

“You take care of her,” Deb told him softly, a somewhat desperate look in her eyes.

“Thank you, for everything. I promise to get her back to you.”

The trio got in the car with Riley and Dean in the front again and Sam in the backseat.

A silent tear rolled down Riley’s cheek and she discreetly brushed it away before waving one more time. She had no idea how long it would be until she would be with her family again. Being on the road meant never knowing when she'd come back, and this time was going to be different; this time she knew she might not make it back at all.

Riley hoped she had made the right decision to leave as she wiped any remaining tears off her face.

Dean backed out of the spot and headed on the road.

Finn and Debbie were right where Riley had left them as they faded in the side mirror.

“You good?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Riley took a deep breath and tried to soothe herself. “Music?” She asked as she turned the dial, hoping to take her mind off it all.

Nothing took her mind off things like the beautiful sound of memories. That’s what music was; it was solace, it was Dad.

Bob Seger’s ‘Night Moves’ came through the speakers and it was as if Jackson had sent a message just for her. It was their song and Riley smiled from ear to ear, knowing that in some ways he never truly left her.

“I love this song!” The music swept through her and Riley sang to the tune. “I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds. Tight pants, points hardly reknown. She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes. And points all her own sitting way up high…”

“Woah, she sings too,” Dean teased as he soaked up every beautiful sound that she shared.

“Always the tone of surprise with you, Dean. Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy. Out in the back seat of Dean’s '67 Chevy. Workin’ on mysteries without any clues. Come on, boys!”

Dean watched her as a grin stretched over his face. Every word and ridiculous sway she made in the front seat of his car was magic, she was magic.

The brothers chuckled and joined in as they all sang in unison.

“Workin’ on our night moves. Tryin’ to make some front-page drive-in news. Workin’ on our night moves in the summertime…in the sweet summertime.”

For that moment, as they drove past the sign reading: ‘You are now leaving Lawrence, come back soon’ and lost in the night moves, the three of them let the weight on their shoulders fall. Being together felt right, even if none of them could explain it.

Sam got comfortable in the back seat as Riley gazed into the horizon, imagining the roads to come.

That day was the start of something bigger than the three hunters could ever have known. Call it fate or destiny, but Sam, Dean, and Riley’s lives would never be the same.

“I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off, I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from nineteen sixty-two. Ain’t it funny how the night moves when you just don’t seem to have as much to lose? Strange how the night moves...with autumn closing in.”

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Road Trip: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You, Dean, Castiel, and Crowley all take a trip into Sam’s mind to free him of the angel who is possessing him.

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

The tears drop from your eyes onto Kevin's dead body. He didn't deserve the shit you put him through, and he ended up dying in the end. He deserved to be out and to live his life, not stuck inside the Bunker translating some tablet he never asked to translate.

"I'm so sorry," you whimper and move his hair out of his face.

Dean wants to be sad; he wants to cry right next to you, but he's mega pissed. He's packing up every kind of weapon he owns because he's going after Sam whether or not it's him.

"Y/N, come on," Dean sighs.

"He didn't deserve this," you sob.

"Dean."

You and your husband look to the right and see Castiel standing there. Dean must have prayed to him.

"Cas. Look at you, all suited up and back in the game."

"I came as soon as you called. I was—" Castiel looks around the library to see books and papers strewn across the room and the broken chair that you blasted Not-Ezekiel over. He sees your tear-stained face but he can't see Kevin yet. He takes a few steps and sees the dead prophet on the ground. "Dean, Y/N, what happened?"

"Dean, you have to tell him," you sniffle.

"Tell me what?"

Dean can't pretend anymore, and he falls back onto the chair in defeat. He comes clean to Castiel about everything that happened since Sam almost completed the trials.

"Sammy was dying. What were we supposed to do?"

"You let an angel possess him?"

"He said it was the only way, and I believed him. Now Sam's gone and Kevin's..."

You sniffle in sadness before looking down at Kevin's body. His mother doesn't even know he's dead, and you don't know how you're going to tell her.

"Dean, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well, sorry don't pay the bills. It sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back. We got to find that son of a bitch."

"Dean, if the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?"

"A dead man walking."

"You're going to kill him? If you do that, it'll kill Sam," you say and look at him.

"I'm aware."

"Dean, this is what you've been trying to prevent from happening. You can't kill him!"

"If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out... God, I was so damn stupid."

"You were stupid for the right reasons," Castiel says.

"Yeah, like that matters."

"It does. Sometimes that's all that matters." Dean hears him, but he isn't listening to Castiel. "Listen to me. Sam is strong. If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight. He could cast the angel out."

"Maybe, but as far as I know, he's in the dark. I don't know how we clue him in."

"I could go inside his mind. I've done it before," you suggest.

"How can you talk to Sam and fight off an angel at the same time? We need another plan."

"Do you remember Alfie?" Castiel asks. "Before he died, he told me demons were able to dig into his mind and access his coding. We might be able to do that here. We might be able to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam. It's worth a try."

"Where do we start?"

The only person who can help you is someone you don't want to involve. He's just going to end up screwing you over in the end. Dean and Castiel don't have another option but to go to him. After all, he's locked inside your dungeon. Castiel gets up to head down to Crowley, but you refuse to move from Kevin's side. Dean passes by you, expecting you to follow, but you don't move from your spot.

"Sweetheart, come on."

"I can't leave him alone. Dean, what are we going to tell his mother?"

"I don't know, but it's going to do us no good being here."

"He's going to be all alone," you whisper.

"Come on."

Dean helps you to your feet even though you're reluctant. You cry for your friend as he escorts you down to the dungeon where Castiel already is. You don't want Crowley to rub it in your face, so you dry your tears before walking inside.

"Hello, boys and Y/N."

"Here's the deal, you're gonna tell us how to hack an angel and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff." Dean holds his arm up. "Human blood, fresh from the tap. Word is you're jonesing for it."

"Please. I'll pass," he rolls his eyes.

"What do you want, then?"

"For starters, a massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, my body is getting a little stiff."

"I'm not rubbing you."

"God, no. Get Kevin." When his name is said, you have to turn away t let the tears fall so Crowley doesn't see them. "His tiny fists can really work wonders--"

"Kevin is dead," Castiel breaks the news.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't pretend you care. You tried to kill him!"

"I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run."

"From what?"

"From you."

You turn and approach Crowley with fire in your eyes. You hold up a fist glowing with magic as a threat to him.

"Measure your next words very carefully."

"How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a lifespan. Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more art than science, but I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. I'm dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally."

"No," you growl.

"No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan 'A', I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan 'B'."

"I can do this on my own," you say and turn to Castiel and Dean. "Let me do this."

"I know the procedure better than you."

Dean looks like he's considering this, and Castiel pulls him off to the side. You glare at Crowley before joining them.

"You can't be considering this."

"With the chains on, he can't do anything."

"It's Crowley. He can always do something."

"I'm with Castiel on this one. Crowley can't be trusted," you look at Dean.

"I'm with Dean on this one, so it looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get Moose, squirrel." Dean's face falls with guilt when he realizes Sam isn't here. "Unless, of course, you can't. That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?"

"Are you done?" you roll your eyes.

"Depends. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," Dean says before you and Castiel can say anything.

"Excellent. When do we leave?"

"As soon as I can scrounge up a ride."

Sam took the Impala, so Dean is left here without a ride even though there are plenty of cars in the garage.

"Well, I have a vehicle. It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably."

"I don't want the kids to watch this. I'm going to call Jody to see if she can come over and watch the kids."

Jody is six hours from the Bunker, and as soon as she heard the kids need her, she agreed to come over and babysit. Kevin was happy to do it, but...

"Thank you for coming over. I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

"They're sleeping right now, but everything they need is in the kitchen. Kevin died, and I don't want them to see his body so I moved him into the infirmary. Don't let them go in there, and if they ask about him, just tell him he's visiting his mom."

"Sure. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Yeah," you whisper. "We have to go now. Just call me if you have any issues."

Castiel's car is somewhere outside of Lebanon, so it's not too far of a walk. Crowley is still handcuffed, but as not to raise alarms, his jacket is slung over his hands so that they're hidden. You don't need the police called because someone thinks Crowley is kidnapped. Once you locate Castiel's car, you have to stifle a laugh at the way it looks. It's a cream-colored 1978 Lincoln Continental.

"Really? What are you, a pimp?" Crowley scoffs.

"I like it."

Dean tries to start the car, but it's out of gas.

"Yeah, it's out of gas."

"I got this."

You touch the top of the car and let your magic run through the entire car. If you can make a ladder appear out of thin air, then you can definitely fill up the tank with gas. Three seconds later, the car starts with a full tank of gas.

"Riddle me this, boy wonder. Why do you need the wheels?" Crowley asks.

"When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart."

"Oh, Cas, such a flirt."

"Come on, let's go," you state. You walk around to the passenger side and turn to Crowley who tries to get into the front. "You're in the back."

Crowley and Castiel get into the back with a pout, but you don't care.

"Hey. Watch the leg," Crowley glares.

"You're on my side!"

"Hey!" you yell and turn to them. "Shut the hell up."

Dean turns the car on and immediately, hip-hop music plays. Dean gives Castiel a bitch face before turning it off. As much as you want to make jokes about this, you're too pissed and sad to. Sam is out there without a clue of what's going on because the angel is keeping him locked away in his own mind. Crowley has some connections as to where Sam might be, so Dean heads over there. It's a fancy office as if this is a legitimate business instead of being run by demons.

"Your source is in here?" Dean asks.

"Yes, and she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha."

"How?"

"Well, this place isn't really this. It's a front for an NSA listening post."

"What are they listening for?"

"Everything. The U.S. government is quite the voyeur these days. So, I planted one of my best and let her go to work," Crowley shrugs.

You four walk inside and Crowley checks in at the front. Everyone knows who he is, so it's not going to take long before his contact sees him. You sit down by the window to wait, but a guard comes to grab the King of Hell.

"Mr. Crowley? She'll see you now." You all stand up to join him, and the guard shakes his head. "Uh, just Mr. Crowley."

"I'll be listening to every word you say," Castiel threatens.

"Promise?"

Crowley walks off with one of his demons, and you sit back down.

"Can you hear anything in there?"

"No, the room is heavily warded."

"Awesome. That's just awesome," he scoffs.

"I don't understand why I can't do this myself. I did this for my dad. I was able to talk to him without any issues."

"Y/N, you were dealing with your dad who was dying. Sam has a powerful angel inside his head. He will expel you since you won't be at full power. If Crowley goes in, he'll have the power to push back the angel while still talking to Sam."

You know he's right, but that doesn't mean you're happy about it. Crowley comes walking out with a photo in his hand, and he hands it over to Dean. It's a picture of the Impala going through an intersection.

"Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania ten minutes ago. Let's go. The four amigos ride again."

"He's not my amigo," Castiel says.

This is going to be a long seventeen-hour drive to Pennsylvania. It's hard enough to tune out Sam and Dean when they ride together, but to tune out Castiel and Crowley? You don't know how you did it, but you manage to get there with everyone in one piece. The angel inside Sam stopped in a suburban neighborhood because that's where the Impala is located. Dean parks the car and rushes over to his Baby to make sure she isn't damaged.

"Stay here. Let us handle this," Dean says to Castiel and Crowley.

"Like we have a choice," the demon says.

You and Dean enter the house quietly since you don't know what Sam is planning or if he's even here. Immediately, you see a dead body on the ground with the eyes burned out as well as the throat slit. This angel is murdering people, and he doesn't care who gets in his way. Dean uses two fingers to tell you to go in through the back while he goes in through the front, and you break off from him to do so.

You make your way through the hallway silently and come around to the other side of the kitchen where you know Sam is. You peer inside to see Sam in the kitchen washing blood off his hands at the sink.

"You should not have come here, Dean," the angel says without turning around.

"You killed my friend, you took my brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?"

"I allowed you, your wife, and your kids to live."

"That's your mistake."

Dean lunges for the angel, but Sam is quick to counterattack. He uses his angelic powers to toss your husband into the bookcase on the other side of the kitchen. Dean crumbles to the ground, unmoving. Whatever he did, it caused your husband to go unconscious.

You walk into the kitchen and approach Sam from behind, but he turns to punch you. You raise your hand in an open bear claw with magic pouring out of your palm. You catch the angel's punch without touching his skin. You look up at him with deadly blue eyes.

"I don't think so."

You send a powerful blast of magic into his stomach and punch him on the side of his face with your magic. You place your hand on his head when he's down and let your magic seep into his head. Instead of killing him, you send him into a deep sleep that he won't wake from anytime soon.

Once he's down, you pray to Castiel to come and collect the body while you go over to Dean. You touch the side of his face and let your magic work him over.

"Baby, wake up."

"Son of a bitch," Dean groans and opens his eyes.

Castiel comes and takes Sam away while you help Dean to his feet. If you're going to interrogate the angel inside Sam, you have to do it in a place where his screams won't be heard. Crowley knows of an abandoned meat packaging plant on the outskirts of town that you could use, so that's where you go.

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