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Request: Hey, if it's all good with you, I'd love to put in a request for a S2 Sam x-reader? Kinda of an AU, but not necessarily out of the series. They met at a library. Y/N is an eclectic reader. She just knows the most random stuff and overhears Sam and Dean arguing, where she can solve a little hole in their case? She's a lot like Dean, but more caring and emotional if that works (getting laid is not her idea of fun, however)

A/N: I'm hoping this makes sense. I was worried that the 'case' the two were working on was a little confusing. Enjoy!!

Summary: You had recently moved to a small town a few years ago. When moving, you had done an extensive amount of research on the town. That led to you spending more time at the library. One normal day at the library, you were reading a new book when you overheard an argument between two brothers, but one of the brothers caught your particular eye.

Notes:

Set in season two (brief mentions)

Y/F/O: Your Favorite Order

Warnings:

Mentions of injuries, blood, gunshots, etc

Long imagine

Sam Winchester x-reader

Y/N stood in the library, almost her second home, looking for a new book to read. She already had a couple in her arms. Y/N had been to the library so much the librarian, Jenny, knew her by name. "Just five today, Y/N?" she asked, pushing the books to herself. Y/N nodded her head. Y/N handed Jenny her library card before setting it back into her wallet.

"Do you have any more..." Y/N's sentence began.

Jenny reached beside her and pulled out a patterned reusable bag. Y/N smiled as the woman handed her the bag. "Thank you," Y/N said. She set her books into the bag and looped her arm through the strap. Y/N thanked Jenny, walking towards her usual reading spot.

She dropped her backpack on the chair beside her, putting the reusable bag on the table. Y/N took out her sticky notes and pens from her backpack. She smiled to herself as she settled in for the next few hours. Y/N usually spent a couple hours at the library after checking out a few books.

I guess checking out books and then staying at the library to read the books defeated the purpose of checking them out. But she had been to the library so many times she didn't mind hanging out there. This time, it was different. Two brothers, Sam and Dean, sat at the table a few down from hers.

They appeared to be having a heated conversation, with one boy talking over the other. She glanced over her shoulder at the two of them. One seemed to be more organized than the other, that being Sam. He sat in front of a silver laptop decorated with blue stickers.

There were a few newspaper articles scattered over the table, a brown leather notebook in front of them displaying different Supernatural beings.

Y/N smiled softly when she caught the eye of Sam. Dean smirked at the little interaction. Y/N chuckled to herself, returning her attention back to her book. The more she tried to continue reading, Y/N couldn't stop herself from listening in.

It seemed like they were trying to solve some of the murders in the town, brainstorming about ghosts or entities. "There's a pattern, Dean," Sam stated. "Okay, then what's the pattern, hmm?" Dean shot back. They went on and on for a couple more minutes. Y/N covered her giggle with a cough, flipping the page in her book.

She set a sticky note on the side of the page and wrote a little note, drawing a heart at the corner. Sam huffed and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. "I just can't figure it out," Sam sighed. "Figured," Dean grumbled.

"Jerk," Sam said.

"Bitch."

Y/N sighed and closed her book, partially frustrated that she wasn't getting silence, and maybe because she was interested.

After all, she had been living in the town for a while and was also curious about the mysterious deaths. Like most small towns, everyone knew everyone. She had only been living there for a couple of years but was aware of the town's history. After moving, Y/N had spent hours in the library researching the town's history.

Y/N sighed and stood up from the table. She left her books there to find the records she was thinking about. "Aha," Y/N muttered to herself, taking out a file of newspaper articles. She searched through the pages before approaching Sam and Dean.

"1976. Thomas Gates was found murdered in his living room. A hit to the head, then a stab in the chest," Y/N set the book down, "Then, in 1981, Franklin Gates Jr. and his wife, Mary Gates, were found the same way. There were a couple more after that, but then just a couple days ago, Eliza Gates was found murdered the same way."

Sam and Dean looked up at the stranger who stood beside their table. The two of them exchanged a glance, both confused. Dean smirked to himself and leaned back in the chair. "Sorry, um, I couldn't help but listen in," Y/N said. "Huh," Dean replied, sitting up in his chair. She was about to turn around but was stopped when Sam cleared his throat.

He smiled, motioning to the seat beside him. Dean watched the interaction closely, surprised that his brother had even offered her a spot. "Um, I'm Y/N, by the way," Y/N introduced. "I'm Sam, and this is Dean, my brother," Sam said, pointing to himself and then his confident brother.

Dean saluted and leaned back in his seat yet again. Y/N saluted back and opened the file to show them what might help. "You were here the other day, right?" Sam asked. Y/N glanced at him and nodded. "Yes. I'm here almost every day. You can ask Jenny," Y/N pointed behind her.

The sweet librarian sat behind the desk, eating some orange slices with a book in her lap. Her glasses sat at the bridge of her nose. Jenny looked up to send a wave after feeling their eyes. "I'm here so much that Jenny sets up a table for me," Y/N added.

Sam looked at Y/N with the same smile on his face, chuckling (GIF Above). She smiled as well, oddly feeling safe when they locked eyes. Dean cleared his throat, which broke their gaze. "So, what's this file?" he tapped the top of the paper file. Y/N sat up straight and faced him.

She pulled out a few articles. Sam leaned to the side so he could properly read them. "I heard you two talking about the murders," Y/N said, "Kind of like you were saying, you're missing a pattern. See."

"Well, I guess there's more than one pattern," Y/N said. Sam furrowed his brows. Dean sat there in silence, loving the glances between Sam and Y/N. "More than one pattern?" Dean inquired. Y/N hummed in response. He leaned forward to see the papers, trying to make sense of it all.

He looked at the circled word as Y/N pointed to each of them. "The first pattern is about the rooms. Most of them happened in the living room. I'm not sure if that's relevant, but it's common," Y/N said. Dean took the clipping from Y/N to see for himself. Sam noticed the other articles.

"The second pattern is all of these murders took place in the same family," Y/N added.

The two of them nodded along. "Mind if we take this?" Dean asked. Y/N shook her head. "Not at all. Jenny won't mind. I can just tell her I checked them out," Y/N answered. Dean smiled and thanked her. "So, Y/N, do you know anything else?" the older brother questioned.

"Just that the Gates family has a history of scandals and, well, murders," Y/N answered. The boys chuckled at her comment. "Thanks, Y/N, this helps a lot. You have no idea how much we were struggling," Sam said. He saw her take out a red-covered book.

Y/N didn't have a specific genre that she loved, but some of it had to do with the paranormal. She knew that some people believed a ghost of some kind followed members of the Gates family throughout generations. Y/N read a book with a similar storyline.

He took the book from her, looking at the title before flipping to the back. "As much as it sounds crazy, some people think that there's a ghost that haunts the Gates family," Y/N said, "I'm a part of 'some people,' by the way." The two of them turned to her at her comment. Y/N chuckled at their expressions, slightly regretting even saying that.

Sam went to the first chapter, skimming over a few of the words. "Anyways, I've read the book back to back; it's one of my favorites, but I noticed some similarities between that case and the one in the story," Y/N continued, "It could help if you're into that type of stuff." Sam handed Dean the book after he was done looking at it.

Dean folded the corner of one of the pages. Y/N withheld herself from telling Dean not to do that. "If you two need anything, I'm a pretty big reader, so if anything, I think I'd be a good source if you need help," Y/N said. She grabbed her notepad and a pen. Y/N wrote down her phone number on the lined piece of paper.

She folded it and handed it to Sam. Sam smiled and took the paper from her. "Thanks," he said, "I'll-we'll definitely call you." Y/N smiled for the millionth time and nodded in response. Dean's eyes darted between them with himself smiling, too. He cleared his throat, interrupting their gaze yet again.

"Feel free to keep the files. There are more in the back next to the desks," Y/N said. "Great. Thanks, Y/N," Dean broke the silence. She got up from the table, leaving the book and files. Y/N said her goodbyes and hoped that she'd speak to Sam again.

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(The Next Day)

Y/N had just gotten home from helping her friend move. She hummed to some music from her radio. After the song was over, she walked over and changed the CD before continuing to cook dinner. She finished pouring the sauce on top.

She turned on the oven, popping the Lasagna in. Y/N set a timer and started to clean up after herself. She was just about to set a pan on the drying rack when her phone began to ring. Y/N wiped her hands on a towel and grabbed her phone from the kitchen table.

"Hello?" she dropped the towel beside the sink. "Y/N. It's Sam," Sam said, running a hand through his hair. Dean, who was lying on the bed, perked up when he heard his brother on the phone.

Y/N smiled when she heard her new friend's voice. She stepped away from the counter, checking the dish in the oven. "Hi, is everything okay?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's great. We were just wondering if we could pick your brain about something," Sam said. He sat down on the edge of the bed, trying his bad to ignore his brother's reaction. Y/N nodded and stepped back over to the oven.

She opened it slightly, not wanting her dinner to burn. "Sure," Y/N said. "Is now a bad time?" Sam asked. "No, no. I was just about to eat dinner," Y/N said, then thought of something, "Actually, if it's not too soon, I have enough food if you and Dean want to swing by."

There was a long pause on the other end, but Y/N could tell Sam was asking Dean. "Sure. If you don't mind," Sam said. "Not at all. I'll send you my address," Y/N responded. Sam thanked her and hung up the phone. Sam turned to Dean, who was still lying on the bed, his hands behind his head.

"Get up," Sam walked over to his shoes. He sat on the chair and began to put his sneakers on. "What? Why?" Dean asked, sitting up with confusion on his face. "We're going to Y/N's," Sam answered. "Oh, that cute chick from the library?" Dean guessed.

"Yes. That cute girl from the library," Sam nodded, correcting him. He grabbed his jacket that draped over the back of the chair. Dean pointed at Sam with a sly smirk on his face. "I knew you thought she was cute," Dean got up from the bed, ignoring his brother's glare.

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(Later)

"Y/N, what beers do you have?" Dean sat at the kitchen table. Sam leaned to the side and punched him in the shoulder. Dean reached a hand up to his shoulder, sending a look in Sam's direction. Y/N stepped away from the kitchen island to look.

"Um, Miler light, Coors, Heineken..." she listed. Dean sat up in his spot as she held open the fridge door. Sam shook his head at his brother's sudden admiration for their new friend.

"Heineken," Dean said. Y/N grabbed a bottle for Dean and herself. "Sam, do you want anything?" Y/N asked. "Just a water," Sam answered. She poured Sam a glass of water. She walked back over to the table, handing each of them their drinks before checking on the Lasagna.

Sam had set up the table with his laptop and the pieces of evidence they had gathered. "Need help with anything?" Sam looked away from his laptop. Y/N grabbed the oven mitts from the drawer. "You could set the table," Y/N said, pointing to the side.

He gave her a thumbs up and stepped to where she directed. Sam grabbed some napkins and silverware. Dean pushed some of the papers away so his brother could set the table. After a few minutes, they were eating dinner and researching. Dean had already finished two plates of Lasagna, about the same as Y/N.

The three of them had already figured out what and where the next murder might take place, using the book Y/N had let them borrow and the files. About an hour had passed, and Sam stood beside Y/N as he helped her clean up.

Y/N smiled at him as he handed her a plate to dry. Dean was packing up the papers in the dining area. "Thanks again for helping us," Sam said. "Not a problem. I'm glad I could help," Y/N set a dish on the rack.

Sam turned off the sink once they finished cleaning. Dean cleared his throat, holding the strap of Sam's backpack. Y/N walked the brothers to the door. Dean winked at Sam before walking down the hall outside Y/N's apartment.

"Are you and Dean staying in town, or..." Y/N said. "I don't know," Sam set his hands in his pockets, "We'll probably finish our case then head out." Y/N slowly nodded, glancing at the ground and then up to Sam's eyes.

"Well, if you're here on Friday, I'm off work if you want to get di-" Y/N began. "Yeah, yeah. We're here on Friday," Sam interrupted. Y/N smiled at his response. Sam took his hands out of his pockets, swaying his arms slightly.

He hadn't noticed that he interrupted Y/N, focusing on the fact that she had just asked him. "Great. There's a good Italian place near my apartment if you want to go there," Y/N said, "Or, we can go someplace else, there's another good--"

"No, no. Italian sounds great. Love Italian."

Y/N could see Dean leaning against his car with his arms crossed. Dean tried to look away, but the conversation between Sam and Y/N was so intriguing to him. Sam looked over his shoulder to see his brother wander his eyes away.

Sam chuckled and turned back to Y/N. "You should get going. Dean seems to be getting more impatient," Y/N stated. He nodded in agreement. "Thanks again for the Lasagna. I'm pretty sure Dean ate half of it," Sam said. "He did. I don't blame him, though," Y/N responded, laughing.

It fell quiet between them again. Y/N reached up and kissed Sam on the cheek. "You have my number if you need any help," she said. "I will," Sam said, nodding. Y/N waved and stepped into her apartment, leaving him there with a smile on his face. Sam walked over to the car where Dean was waiting.

Dean shook his head as he got into the driver's seat, with Sam stepping in as well. "What?" Sam put his seatbelt on, clicking it into place. Dean put the keys into the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. "I didn't say anything," Dean said. "Yeah, but your face did," Sam pointed.

He happened to glance at his phone, mainly because he wanted Y/N to call or text him. "Thought we could finish this case then head to wherever on Friday," Dean said, driving in the direction of their motel.

Sam looked away from his phone at Dean. "Actually," Sam began. He cleared his throat, fixing the seatbelt. "Y/N and I are getting dinner on Friday," he said. Dean's smirk grew. He turned to look at Sam once they were at a red light. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's expression. "Don't," he pointed at Dean.

Dean raised his hands as he held the steering wheel. The light turned Green, and the Impala sped forward. "Don't, what?" Dean asked. "That look," Sam continued, "That look you get when I'm talking to any girl." Dean's brows furrowed in response to Sam's claim.

"I don't do that," he insisted.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't," Dean fired back. There was silence for a split second. "Jerk," Sam leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. "Bitch," Dean replied.

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(That Friday Night)

Y/N sat in front of her mirror after changing for the millionth time. She wondered why she was focused on looking good. I guess everyone before a date wants to look their best. After four frustrating hours, Y/N decided on a white shirt with a green dress overtop. She looked back at her closet and then at her reflection.

She shook her head, stopping herself from choosing a completely different outfit. Y/N didn't have time to rethink everything. She grabbed her purse and slipped on a pair of black flats. Y/N played with her hair in the mirror, again, not knowing what to do.

She had been on a few dates in her town, but this just felt different. Just then, there was a pattern of knocks on her front door. "Be right there!" Y/N shouted. She took one last glance at herself in the mirror, applying a layer of lip gloss.

Sam stood at the doorway, looking very put together. He held a small bouquet of flowers. A pretty ribbon had been tied around the middle of the bundle. "I didn't know what flowers you liked but figured these were good. The florist said they were," Sam said. "They're wonderful. Thank you, Sam," Y/N grinned.

She opened the door for him. Sam bowed his head as he stepped into her apartment. He looked at a few pictures on the wall, surprised that he hadn't seen them the last time he was there. Y/N closed the door with the flowers in her hand. "Who's this?" Sam asked.

He pointed to a picture of her and her older brother, Alec. "Oh, that's me and my brother," Y/N answered, "I think we were at the Grand Canyon for his twentieth birthday." She stepped into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.

He followed her into the kitchen, looking at the pictures now on the wall in the dining area. Y/N stood on her tiptoes to get a vase from the top shelf. Sam reached behind her to help grab it. "Oh, thanks," Y/N softly smiled.

She turned on the sink, putting some water into the vase. After that, she carefully arranged the flowers into the glass vase and set it on the kitchen table. "Ready for dinner?" Y/N asked, looking at Sam, who was already looking at her. "You bet," Sam replied.

They left the apartment with Y/N almost forgetting to lock her front door. Sam opened the car door for Y/N. She thanked him, getting into the seat. He walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat. Dean was nice enough to let Sam borrow the car rather than Y/N picking Sam up at the motel.

A few minutes passed, with the two of them listening to music and talking about random things. Y/N had gone on and on about a new book she read. Sam sat in the driver's seat listening, just enjoying her talk.

It had been a while since Sam had been on a date. After Jessica's death, Sam didn't feel like meeting someone, but of course, Dean insisted that Jessica wouldn't want him walking around all lonely. This time with Y/N, Sam didn't feel forced or like he had to go on a date.

This time. He wanted to go on a date. He felt almost drawn to Y/N, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because of her constant talking about the books she read, her references to her favorite bands similar to Dean's, or just how she handled herself. It was weird how much Sam noticed about Y/N.

Sam was an observer, something that he and Y/N shared. He noticed how she'd play with her rings as she talked or sighed when there was a pause between conversations.

It was almost like she was trying to fill the gaps when they weren't speaking. Which was the truth. Y/N enjoyed talking on dates, but sometimes, when it came to those pauses, a sigh or random comment was what popped into her head.

With a few more random topics later, they arrived at the Italian place. Sam parked the Impala in front of the restaurant.

Sam shut the car door, offering his hand. They held hands for a brief second before separating for Sam to open the door to the restaurant. The hostess greeted them with a welcoming smile.

"Reservation for Y/N," Y/N said.

Cara, the hostess, looked down at the notebook on the podium. She flipped a few pages before finding Y/N's name. "There you are, Y/N," Cara said, "This way." She grabbed two menus and led them to a table on the side.

The restaurant was nice. It was one of Y/N's favorite restaurants. Sometimes, she'd come just for the people-watching aspect and mainly because their pie was good, surprisingly. "So, what do you usually get?" Sam scanned over the options. Y/N looked at her menu.

"Well, their linguini is really good. Jenny gets it all the time," Y/N said.

Sam nodded. Their waiter stepped over to their table. "Hi, I'm Jeremy. And I'll be your server for tonight. Can I get you two started with our wine menu?" Jeremy asked, holding the small menus in his hand. Y/N glanced at Sam and then at the waiter.

"No, thank you," Y/N looked at Sam, "Unless you wanted to--"

"No, no. I'm okay," Sam interrupted. Jeremy nodded and gave them a moment to decide. "I don't even like wine," Y/N said, shaking her head. Sam chuckled and nodded in agreement. He set the menu to the side when he figured out what he wanted. Jeremy came back over to their table.

He took out his notepad and pen to write down their orders. Sam ordered the linguini per Y/N's request. "And I'll take Y/F/O," Y/N said. The waiter nodded while he wrote their orders. He tucked his pen in the apron's pocket. Jeremy grabbed the menus from them and walked to the back.

Y/N took a sip of her beer, glad that she had gotten that instead of wine. "So, how did the case go?" Y/N asked, setting her drink beside the basket of bread. "Good," Sam said, "You were right about the pattern." Y/N looked up from the table with her eyes widening.

"Really?" she said.

Sam chuckled at her expression, nodding his head. He took a roll from the basket, putting it down on a smaller plate. "That's great," Y/N handed him a knife for the butter.

Sam nodded in reply, taking a bite of the roll. It was silent, yet again, between the two of them. There was music playing in the background, but not loud enough for anyone to understand.

A waiter walked over to their table with their orders. Y/N leaned back slightly as they set her food in front of her. She thanked them, setting her napkin on her lap. "So, how do you like solving these cases with your brother?" Y/N asked, putting her fork and knife on the side.

He chuckled to himself and began cutting his pasta. "It's a journey for sure," Sam said. Y/N smiled. "Why do you say that?" Y/N asked. "Well," he took a bite of his food, "Dean can be....well Dean." She laughed at his comment. From the conversation she had with them, Y/N could tell where he was coming from.

"But it's nice. I mean, we're helping people when we close these cases," Sam said. "That must be nice working with your brother," Y/N took a sip of her beer. Sam nodded. The smile on his face never left. "I'd love to work with my family, but that's a whole other story," she said.

Sam looked up from his plate at her comment. She noticed his glance. "Long story short, my family, including my older brother, didn't approve of me moving to start a new life in a far away town," Y/N answered his confusion. He slowly nodded in understanding. "Why'd you move?" Sam asked, digging into his side salad.

Y/N thought to herself, thinking about how she should answer without bringing down the mood. "I lost someone close to me and needed to get away," Y/N explained, "My family was handling his death a little bit differently than me. I know some people say you shouldn't run away from your problems, but that seemed like the best option."

She paused to put some butter on a roll. Sam watched her closely, softly smiling that she was telling him about her life. "But! I'm glad I left because it introduced me to new things, a new job that I love," Y/N added.

Sam didn't ask her further questions, knowing that that was already a hard subject to begin with. "Enough about me, tell me about you," Y/N said. And so he told her about his family, disregarding the Supernatural, and why he was doing this 'road trip' with his brother. Y/N reached over and set a hand on top of his.

He returned the gesture by holding her hand across the table. "I'm so sorry," Y/N said. "It's okay. I've gotten better, and I've learned from it," Sam replied, "Just like you said, it introduced me to new things." Y/N's cheeks grew pink. She didn't want to, but she was first to let go of his hand.

The rest of the date went great. They talked about different things: where they went to school, where they grew up, favorite colors, favorite foods, and things like that. Sam parked the car in front of the apartment building. He walked her up the stairs and to her apartment door. "Thank you," Y/N stood in front of her door.

"Of course," Sam nodded, "I enjoyed it."

"Me too," Y/N said, fixing the strap of her purse.

She debated on offering him to come inside, but she didn't want him to take that the wrong way. "I know it's the first date and everything. And we just met the other day, but," Y/N swallowed down her nerves, "I really like you. And, I don't usually go on dates, but I'd like to go on a second date or keep this going if you-"

Her sentence was cut short by the feeling of Sam's lips on hers. Her hands went to his shoulders, losing grip of her purse. Y/N couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face as they pulled apart.

"I'd like that," Sam said, "A lot, actually."

Y/N nodded, grinning from ear to ear as he looked into his eyes. "When do you leave?" Y/N asked. "I don't know," Sam sighed, repeating the same answer from the other day. There was a pause between them. "But I could stay for a couple days. Work can wait," Sam said. Y/N nodded again and leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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01x01 (PART 2)

Season One Episode One: Pilot

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: The Impala drives itself

Word Count: 4k

As the three of you entered Jericho, the dirty sign passing you guys, Sam was calling every morgue and hospital in the area. You weren’t used to riding in the backseat anymore, ever since John let Dean have the Impala and let the two of you go on your own hunts without him. Sam now had your seat, but you were okay with it. It was spacious back here and sometimes, if you focused really hard, you could zone out the music and Dean’s bad singing. “So there’s no one matching dad at any of the hospitals or morgue, so that’s something I guess,” Sam said.

“Not really if this ghost or whatever isn’t leaving bodies to be found,” you put a damper on Sam’s parade, and the two boys looked back at you, “what?” You asked innocently as Dean looked back at the road.

“Check it out,” he pointed to the side of the road where cop cars were lined up and police were scattered around what seemed to be an abandoned car. Dean pulled over and grabbed the box out of the glove compartment that held all the fake ID’s and FBI badges and whatnot, grabbing three fake wallets out, each with a fake badge and ID in it.

You headed over to the cops that were inspecting the car and listened to them as they said the car was spotless, absolutely clean. Then, they mentioned that the victim was dating another cop’s daughter. “You guys had another one like this last month, didn’t you?” Dean asked, not seeming bothered that he interrupted their conversation. The cops stopped talking and looked up at you guys curiously.

“And who are you?” The cops asked, taking the few steps in between the three of you and the car. They were eyeing you all up and down, gauging your dirty outfits that did not scream I am a cop.

“Federal Marshall’s,” Dean held up his fake badge and the cop eyed it.

“You three are a little young to be Federal Marshals aren't you?” The cop asked, his eyes stopped on you and scanning your body. You froze and stepped behind Sam just slightly so that the cop couldn’t look at your body anymore.

“We’re flattered,” Dean smirked and looked closer at the car. “You did have another one just like this, yes?”

“Yeah, about a mile up the road,” the cop said.

“You knew this victim?” You asked, remembering their conversation from earlier that you so rudely interrupted.

“A town like this, everybody knows everybody,” the cop smirked at you but you gave him a smug grin in return.

“Any connection between them? Besides they’re all men?” You asked again, keeping up a professional persona as Dean investigated the car and Sam stood next to you, catching wind of the cop’s creepy behavior towards you.

“Not as far as we can tell,” the cop replied. You nodded at him and walked away, towards Dean and the car. You could hear Sam continue to question the cop.

“What’s the theory?” Sam asked.

“Honestly, we don’t know,” the cops voice seemed to change between talking to you and the boys. Less flirty and more professional. It made you sick. “Serial murders, kidnapping ring, could be anything.”

“That’s exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys,” Dean cracked, you stomped on his foot just hard enough for him to feel it, the cop giving you guys a weird look when Dean groaned.

Sam thanked the police for their time and the three of you walked away from the crash and back towards the car, Dean pinching you on the back of the arm. “What the hell was that for?” You screeched, grabbing the back of your arm where it hurt.

“Did you have to step on my foot like that?!” Dean yelled through his teeth.

“Did you have to talk to the cops like that?” Sam deadpanned, defending you once again to his brother. You smiled, sticking your tongue out a little bit at the older Winchester.

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The three of you drove around Jericho, hoping to find someone that could give you more information on the missing kid, Troy. Just outside of downtown, you saw a girl hanging up Troy’s missing persons posters. Dean parked the car and you all got out, walking to the girl. In John’s journals, he wrote Troy had a girlfriend, Amy. You assumed this was her.

“Yeah, I’m Amy,” she said, pinning the poster, not glancing at us at all.

“Troy told us about you, we’re his uncles. I’m Dean, this is Sammy and my wife Y/N,” Dean pointed between the three of us, you smiling at her as she glanced but then she walked away.

“Troy never told me about you guys,” she replied.

“Well, that’s Troy, I guess,” Dean said as we walked with Amy as she continued to put up posters, ignoring us. “We’re not around much, we’re up in Modesto.” Dean said, you decided to grab his hand as part of the facade and he happily took it, sticking his other one in his pocket.

“We’re looking for him, too. Asking around and stuff,” you said, slightly leaning into Dean to face Amy more. “Do you mind if we ask you some questions?” You asked, your motherly voice coming out as it usually does when you’re investigating cases and talking to the victims loved ones.

As you guys were talking, one of Amy’s friends showed up and all five of you squeezed into a diner booth to get Amy’s side of the story. You squeezed in between the two boys, Dean’s hand finding yours over the table, you assumed for the show you guys were putting on.

The story was pretty cookie-cutter, she called him while he was driving and he said he would call back, but never did. It was starting to feel useless until her friend started talking about rumors going around in the town about a local legend.

“This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like, decades ago. Well, supposedly, she’s still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear,” she explained. The three of you exchanged looks, bid your goodbyes and immediately started researching.

You sat at the library, Dean on the computer and you and Sam on either side of him. Usually, you were the one doing the research, however Dean insisted he help this time. You think he wanted to try and show off for Sam, showing that he can do this without him which in truth, you two could do it without Sam but you knew that Dean didn’t want to. It wasn’t the same.

The showing off didn’t work too well, seeing as Dean couldn’t find a damn thing and Sam took over, shoving Dean in his rolling chair backward. “You’re such a control freak,” Dean sighed as Sam started typing away. You laughed and pulled Dean’s chair next to yours.

“Maybe it’s not a murder,” you said in between laughs and Sam nodded in agreement, typing in suicide instead of murder in the search engine. 1 result came up. “This is why I do the research,” you gloated to Dean but he just glared at you in response.

“This was in 1981, Constance Welsh, 24 years old jumps off Sylvania Bridge and drowns in the river,” Sam read off the article.

“Did it say why?” Dean asked, you leaned on your elbows to try and read the screen but Dean’s big head was in the way. You pushed back his shoulder a little bit and he looked at you, moving out of the way.

“Yeah, an hour before she died she made a 911 call. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing.” You sucked in a breath, tragic stories never get easier for you to hear even after all these years. “‘Our babies were gone and Constance couldn’t bear it’, said husband Joseph Welch.” Sam read the quote from the article, pulling up the picture of the crime scene, the same bridge where Troy’s car was found and where he went missing.

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On the bridge, you walked over to the spot where Constance jumped, “you think John would have been here?” You asked Dean, looking over the bridge and out onto the river that was running fast, waves crashing on the rocks.

“Well, he was chasing this case and we’re chasing him. This might take a while,” Dean said, turning and walking down the road.

“Dean, I have to get back by-”

“Monday, I know,” you cut him off and started walking down the road, running your finger along the metal rail of the bridge.

“You’re really serious about this aren’t you? You think you’re going to become some lawyer, marry your girl?” Dean taunted. You looked behind you at the two boys. Dean’s hands were in his pockets, a grin on his face. Sam looked like a child about to be scolded by his dad.

“Maybe,” Sam shrugged and Dean scoffed.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know the things that you’ve done?” Your eyes narrowed at Dean in disgust but he wasn't looking at you, he was dead set on Sam.

“Who cares, Dean? Let him be happy, he’s helping us and that’s all we asked for,” you snapped, which caused the boys to look over at you. You were already tired of the bickering.

“You can pretend all you want, Sammy but sooner or later you’re going to have to own up to who you really are,” Dean said. He turned around to walk back to the car and then said, “one of us.”

“No, I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life,” Sam yelled. You took a little offence to that, but let it slide off of you because deep down you knew you wish you could cut it off, too, just like Sam did.

“You have a responsibility,” Dean said. Sam was now right behind Dean, grabbing his arm and turning him toward him. You stayed where you were, frozen, watching. You hated it.

“To dad? And his crusade, you know if it weren’t for the pictures, I wouldn’t even know what mom looked like, so what difference does it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom is gone. Fighting these things is never gonna bring anyone back.” Sam looked behind Dean’s shoulder at you but you looked out into the water. You knew that Sam was right but this was the only life you had after your mom passed and Dean vowed to take care of you so you stayed.

You looked up when you heard a bang and saw Dean pinning Sam against a post that held up the bridge, you ran to the boys, putting your hand on Dean’s arm. “Hey, stop!” You yelled as Sam held his breath.

“Don’t talk about them like that,” Dean whispered, slowly letting go of Sam and turning away. You straightened out Sam’s jacket and asked if he was okay, he nodded and wrapped his arm around your neck in a comforting motion.

“Uh, hey guys.” Dean whispered. The two of you turned in his direction and saw a woman standing on the rail of the bridge, dressed in all white, before she jumped off. The three of you ran to where she was standing, looking over into the water but not seeing anything.

“Where did she go?” You asked, trying your best to see in the dark when you heard the engine to the Impala rev and the headlights turn on

“What the-” Dean whispered. You stared at it, wondering who was driving it but knowing that it was no one. Dean didn’t say another word as he slowly grabbed the keys from out of his pocket, having them dangle in his fingers. You screamed as the tires to the Impala squealed and the car came lurching forward.

The three of you took off on feet as fast as possible but you were shorter than the boys and hence, moved slower. You moved as fast as you could and watched where the boys were going but it was hard for you to keep up. You felt an arm wrap around you and you followed its guidance, jumping over the rail of the bridge. The car screeched to a stop as soon as you jumped. Sam’s hand was holding tight onto yours as he grabbed a piece of metal that was hanging off the bridge. You grunted as you grabbed onto the asphalt, one hand gripping it and the other gripping Sam’s.

He nodded at you as he let go of your hand and you brought it up to the road and pulled yourself up, not feeling safe until your butt reached the cool pavement. You helped Sam finish getting up as well and you looked down at the river to see Dean, covered in mud.

“Are you alright?” You yelled down to him as Sam panted, out of breath next to you.

“Super!” Dean yelled back, putting a thumbs up in your direction and you couldn’t help but laugh at him now that you knew he was okay.

After retrieving the older Winchester, you leaned your back up to the Impala as he inspected his baby, looking for any damage the ghost may have done to it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Dean’s current state, his face and clothes completely covered in mud. “That Constance chick, what a BITCH!” Dean yelled out into the abyss, sitting on the hood of the car.

“Well, she doesn’t want us digging around that’s for sure,” you commented. Sam came around the corner and stood in front of the two of you. Sam laughed and sat down next to Dean on the hood, sniffing the air.

“You smell like a toilet,” Sam said.

Dean slammed his stolen credit card down on the counter of the nearest motel. The clerk looked at the card and mentioned that someone else with the same last name bought a room for the whole month. The three of you made eye contact with each other, all knowing that it was John.

After paying for your own room, you found the room that John paid for. Dean picked the lock, something he was really good at. Upon entering the room, you immediately notice how dirty and messy it was. Food lying around, salt trailed all around, papers pinned to the walls.

You watched as Dean smelled an old burger sitting on the desk, “well he hasn’t been here for a few days at least.” You nodded and started looking at all the papers, all of them are victims.

“Salt, cat eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in.” Sam said, playing with the salt trail on the ground.

“All these papers are the victims of Constance, it doesn’t make any sense. All different men, job, age, ethnicities. There has to be a connection, right?” You asked, studying the victims as if something else would come out at you. Sam walked to the other side of the room, Dean following as you looked at them.

“He figured it it,” Sam said as you walked over to them to see what they were looking at.

“You sly dogs,” Dean said. “A woman in white,” Dean repeated from the paper that John wrote on, pinned to the wall.

“So if we’re dealing with a woman in white, he would have found the corpse and burned it, right?” You asked, Dean nodding but Sam disagreed.

“She may have another weakness,” Sam said.

“He would have wanted to make sure,” Dean stated with full confidence. “Where is she buried?” He asked.

“It doesn’t say, but John would have probably went to talk to her husband,” you commented, pointing to the picture of her husband in the same article that you read earlier. Dean nodded as Sam looked around at the other papers on the wall, telling us to find an address.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Dean said, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You sat down on the bed and watched Sam until he looked at you.

“Hey, what I said about your mom earlier, I’m sorry.” Sam said, walking over to you and putting his hand on your shoulder, looking down at you. He didn’t outright say it, but it was insinuated. Even after all these years, no one knew what happened. Not for sure, anyway.

“It’s okay,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips.

“It’s not, I didn’t mean that.” You nodded and Sam sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and you hugged him back, getting lost in his scent. He will never get old to you.

As Dean got out of the shower, Sam’s phone alerted him to a missed call. “I’m hungry, going to grab a bite at the diner down the street. You guys want anything?” Sam shook his head with his phone pressed to his ear. You, on the other hand, asked for a bacon cheeseburger and a side of fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Dean just laughed at you as you laid back on the bed in the room. Not only a minute after Dean left, Sam’s phone beeped. “It’s Dean?” Sam said, as he answered the phone. You couldn’t really hear what Dean was saying on the other side, but Sam’s face was staring intently. “What about you?” He asked, nodded, and then hung up the phone.

“What the hell happened? Is he okay?” You asked, frantically standing up rrom the bed. Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you to the wall, both of your backs pinned to it. Sam poked his head out the window but the curtain covered up any sign of him.

“The cops are outside, they’re coming in. Let’s go.” Sam pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door softly as you climbed the toilet, steading your feet before Sam came next to you, putting his hands on your waist and hoisting you up, steadying you himself. “Hurry, Y/N.” Sam whispered.

“I am,” you whispered harshly at him as he glanced to the door. You opened the window as far as it could go and squeezed out of it, jumping to the ground. Not a moment later, Sam’s head stuck through the window and you held your hands out in case he needed any help. He didn’t, and he stuck the landing before you two took off into the trees behind the motel until the coast was clear and you could sneak around and get into the Impala.

“What happened to Dean?” You asked, as Sam drove to the Welch’s house.

Sam just shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. He said the police spotted him so I’m assuming he’s in custody.”

“We have to go get him!” You stopped looking out the window and looked sharply at Sam.

“And what? All three of us get arrested? No, we have to go figure out how to stop this ghost and find my dad, and then we can go get Dean. He can handle himself,” Sam argued. You scoffed and looked off at the road.

“That’s ridiculous, all of the sudden you care about this case and finding your dad? When your brother needs us!” You yelled at Sam, his face softening as he put his hand on your knee.

“That’s not true, okay? The best thing we can do, what Dean would want us to do, is figure this shit out now. We’re close, Y/N.” You sighed, scratching your forehead before agreeing.

The two of you finally made it to the Welch’s house and Sam banged on the door, an older man in a baseball cap answered. “Hey, are you Joseph Welch?” Sam asked.

Sam took out a picture of John and the boys when they were kids and handed it to Joseph, asking if he had seen him. You didn’t even notice Sam had snagged that photo back at the motel. “Yeah, that was him. He came by three or four days ago, saying he was a reporter.” Joseph said as we walked around his front yard.

“Yeah, we’re all working on a story together,” you said, selling again another facade that you guys put up to gain information from people.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of story you guys are working on with the kinds of questions he asked me,” Joseph said, shaking his head. Sam had the picture in his hand and he was fumbling with it.

“About your late wife, Constance?” Sam asked and Joseph nodded.

“He asked me where she was buried,” Joseph told you. Sam asked him to repeat the answer but Joseph furrowed his brows. “I gotta go through this twice?”

“Fact-checking, if you don’t mind,” you smiled at him, using your charm.

“In a plot, behind my old place over on Breckenridge,” he said. You nodded, taking notes in your head to remember.

“Why did you move?” Sam asked.

“I’m not going to live in the house where my children died,” Joseph shook his head and you asked him if he ever married again after Constance died. “No way, she was the love of my life. The prettiest woman I have ever known,” you smiled at him and then looked up at Sam. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jess was the love of Sam’s life, or if you would ever find yours.

“So you guys had a happy marriage?” Sam asked.

Joseph hesitated before answering, “definitely.” Sam nodded and you thanked him for his time, the two of you turning back to the Impala, Sam hesitating to get in the vehicle.

“Hey Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white? Or sometimes a weeping woman?” Sam asked, you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowing wondering what in the hell he was doing bringing this up to a civilian, but you let him continue on. “It’s a ghost story, well more a phenomenon really. They’re spirits,” Sam left the car and walked closer to Joseph, “they’ve been sighted for hundreds of years in dozens of places, in Hawaii and Mexico. Lately in Arizona and Indiana,” Sam kept walking towards Joseph, but you stayed put watching this unfold, unsure of where Sam was going with this. “All these are different women, you understand, but they all share the same story.” You watched Sam walk closer to Joseph and how Joseph’s shoulders tensed up the closer Sam got.

“Boy, I don’t care much for nonsense,” he said before turning away from him.

“See, when they were alive,” Sam raised his voice and kept going. “Their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.” You finally got what Sam was getting at, not noticing more in the hesitation that Joseph made when saying their marriage was happy. This is why we needed Sam, you thought. Joseph stopped walking away and turned to face Sam again. “And when they had finally realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking backroads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him and he is never seen again.” Sam’s voice was unassuming, but Joseph's face was shaking in either anger or fear, you weren’t sure.

“And you think that this has something to do with Constance?” He asked.

“You tell us,” you said, stepping forward to stand next to Sam. Joseph looked at Sam and then looked at you, glaring before tears formed in his eyes.

“Maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance would never have killed her own children. Now get the hell out of here!” He yelled before staring at us for a few moments and turning to walk away. When he was out of our line of sight, you sighed and looked at Sam.

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