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writer-insomniac-extraordinaire · 2 years

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Hello! I love your Winchester sister series! I’m not sure of you take requests here but I have one of you’ll take it lol. I was imagining a teen Anna trying to break up an argument between Dean and Sam but by the time she tries to break it up either Dean or sam try to punch the other but accidentally punch her in the face instead and she passes out and her nose is broken or whatever. Followed by lots of fluff when she wakes up?

Thank you so much <3 I usually don't turn around requests this quickly, but I loved your idea so much, and I just couldn't help myself.

Here you are, sweetheart! I hope it's what you wanted :)

You Shouldn’t Hit Sammy Either

Anna is fourteen

It had been almost two weeks since the boys had been home. So, when the bunker door finally announced their arrival with its usual squeal, Anna couldn’t help her excitement.

She dropped her phone on the table and raced through the library and war room to meet the boys at the bottom of the stairs.

She watched Sam drop his duffel and caught the square of his shoulders. He was angry about something.

“Hey,” she said, hoping to lighten the mood with her presence. She ignored the tension and wrapped her arms tightly around Sam’s waist from behind.

Sam turned just enough to give her a one-armed hug back.

Dean muttered something under his breath, and Anna turned in his direction. His jaw was clenched, a sure sign that he was angry too. So, they’d been fighting.

“If you have something to say, Dean, then say it.”

Yeah, hugging Sam hadn’t resolved the situation. Anna puffed out her cheeks and looked awkwardly at the ground. Couldn’t they have finished this before getting home?

“I didn’t say anything,” Dean said and raised his hands in surrender.

Okay, so they were at least going to pretend to keep the peace. That was good. She could work with that. Anna stepped over toward Dean and gave him a careful hug.

He smiled down at her and hugged her back. But then her muttered something again. Something about Sam that was not very nice.

“Really, Dean?” Sam snapped. “That’s nice.”

“What?” Dean asked, feigning innocence.

Anna sighed and stopped hugging him. She couldn’t deal with this. “What happened?” she asked, taking no nonsense. She put her hands on her hips. “Are you guys seriously fighting like middle schoolers?”

“Anna, this has nothing to do with you, okay?” Sam said earnestly. “Just… ignore us.”

“It has to do with me if you’re gonna act like this all day,” she argued. “Either talk it out or shut up.”

“Oh, I’d love to shut up,” Dean said and looked over at Sam with the purest annoyance on his face. “But Oprah over here wants to talk feelings.”

“What is your problem?” Sam demanded. “You’re allowed to be pissed off, Dean. You just don’t get to take it out on everyone.”

“See what I mean?” Dean said. He looked at Anna but threw a hand in Sam’s direction.

Anna suddenly wished she hadn’t put herself in the middle of this. When had she become the marriage counselor? She made an awkward face and looked at Sam, begging him with her eyes to stop the fight where it was.

Sam barely spared her a glance, though. “You know what your problem is, Dean? You still think I’m twelve years old.”

“Come on, Sammy, don’t start with that bullshit.”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Sam shouted. “You brush me off. You call me ‘Sammy.’ And you still think I can’t handle myself out there.”

“I never said that,” Dean snapped. “But there’s a chain of command out there, man. It’s always been like that. You don’t take the hits for me. It doesn’t go both ways.”

Anna was piecing things together slowly. And she didn’t like what the puzzle was looking like. Had Sam gotten hurt trying to save their brother? Was he okay? He looked okay. There were some bruises and scratches on his face, but that was normal after a hunt.

She was about to ask if he was good, but she was cut off before she could open her mouth.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about, Dean! You think you have to protect me. Like- like I’m some kid. I’m your partner. We’re equals. And no, I’m not gonna stand by and watch while some vampire rips your throat out!”

Dean’s anger was calm, and Anna knew what that meant. That meant things were getting worse.

“I don’t care how old you are, Sam. It has nothing to do with that. Ever. Protecting you? That’s my job.”

“No, it’s not!” Sam argued. “Dad put that on you, but-”

“Don’t bring Dad into this!” Dean shouted, stepping closer. “This has nothing to do with Dad.”

“It has everything to do with him!” Sam stepped in too.

Both boys were breathing heavily, both enraged. But neither of them seemed to know what to say next. Which meant only one thing.

It was gonna get physical. Anna knew the formula. Sam would say one more thing, which would set Dean off, which would get Sam punched, which would get Dean punched, and so on.

She inched closer, trying to figure out how best to break things up.

“He’s been dead for ten years, and you’re still following his orders.”

Shit.

Anna leapt between them, “Guys-!” She didn’t get to finish her sentence, though, because Dean’s fist hit her instead of Sam.

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She couldn’t have been out more than a minute or two. Anna blinked awake with a throbbing head and blood trickling from her nose.

“I can’t believe you!” Sam shouted from over her.

As her eyes focused, Anna realized he was crouched over her, trying to see her eyes.

“Is she okay?” Dean was asking. “God, I didn’t even see her.”

Anna wrinkled her nose, which hurt. She made a grossed out face as blood slipped past her upper lip into her mouth. “Ugh,” she groaned and started to sit up. “Ow.”

“You okay, Ladybug?” Sam asked gently. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Anna looked down. “Seven.” She frowned. How many fingers were on one hand? “No, that doesn’t make sense. Five.” Yeah. That was it. “I’m fine.”

“That was really convincing,” Sam said sarcastically. He squinted at her bloody nose and rubbed his thumb against her face to get the blood off. “You could get a towel or something,” he said scathingly.

“Oh brother,” Anna groaned. “Are you two still fighting?”

“You, don’t worry about anything, Sweetheart,” Dean said thoughtfully. “Just sit- Don’t move. I’ll be right back with a cloth.”

“I’m fine,” Anna argued. “I was disoriented, okay? Do the finger thing again. I’ll get it right.”

“Technically you did get it right,” Sam said with an apologetic smile. “It just took you two tries.”

Anna rubbed her cheek right beside her nose to try and get the soreness out. “He hits hard.”

“Well, it wasn’t meant for you,” Sam assured her.

Anna grinned. “You’re welcome.”

Sam snorted at her and stood up. He reached a hand down and pulled her easily to her feet.

The change in altitude made her head hurt worse for a minute. But the pain faded back to a dull throb.

“You sure you’re okay?” Sam asked her. “You don’t feel dizzy or anything, do you? You went down pretty hard.”

Anna pursed her lips and tilted her head. “I’m fine. I’ve been hit before.”

“Not by Dean,” Sam reminded her. “Dean’s got a strong right hook.”

He sure did. But Anna wasn’t about to say so. “I barely feel it,” she said.

“Anna, he knocked you out.”

“He didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t defend him,” Sam warned her.

Dean ran in with a wet cloth, looking frantic. “Why are you standing?” he asked quickly. He hurried over to the table in the map room and pulled out a chair. “Help her sit,” he told Sam. “Are you dizzy?” he asked Anna, trying to see into her eyes. “Sit down.”

Anna rolled her eyes but sat down obediently. “I’m fine, Dean. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I’m so sorry,” Dean told her sincerely.

“I know. It’s fine,” Anna said.

Dean started to move the cloth toward her face, but Sam spoke up.

“Let me do it,” he said.

Dean glared at Sam. “I got it, Sam. You act like I hit her on purpose.”

“It doesn’t matter, Dean. I don’t trust you.”

“I’m fine,” Anna reminded them both irritably. “I can wash my own face. I’m not a toddler.”

“Just take it easy, Rugrat,” Dean instructed and wiped gently at her nose. “I’m sorry,” he said again as he cleaned the blood away. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”

“I know,” Anna reassured him. “I’m really fine, Dean.”

“I still can’t believe you,” Sam said, shaking his head in disapproval. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I don’t know!” Dean said defensively… and loudly.

Anna wrinkled her nose at the volume.

“I’m sorry,” Dean told her again. “You okay? You need some Tylenol? Sammy, get her some Tylenol.”

“Dude,” Anna moaned. “You need to chill out, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

“I hit you,” Dean said, his face painted with guilt once more. “Oh my god, I hit you. I hit my baby sister. Are you okay?” he asked her for the millionth time.

“Dean!”

“Sorry,” he repeated. “Sorry. I just- Are you okay?”

“Oh my god,” Anna grouched. “Shut up.”

“Okay,” Dean surrendered. “I get it. You’re okay. Just-” He stood up and tossed the wash cloth on the table. “Alright. What do you want?” he asked. “Anything. Hit me back,” he said. “Well, actually, you should probably have Sam hit me back so it’s more of an equal blow.”

“Hey!” Anna shouted and stood up. “I can hit you myself! I mean, I don’t want to. I’m not gonna. But, like, I could if I wanted to.”

“Then Sam can do it,” Dean told her. “He’ll hit me. He’s pissed at me anyway.”

“That’s not gonna make it better,” Anna said reasonably. “It’s okay. You didn’t mean to. It was an accident. Accidents happen.”

“Not this kind of accident. I always said I would never ever hurt you.” It was clear Dean was having a full blown crisis over this.

“You know, you- you shouldn’t really hit Sammy either,” Anna told him shyly.

Dean didn’t say anything to that. But he did step over to her and gently push her back into her chair. “Sit down,” he urged. “What do you need? You want a sandwich, or an iced coffee? You name it, Rugrat.”

It was both incredibly sweet and unbearably annoying. Anna figured she might as well take full advantage. She shrugged one shoulder. “I’d take a beer.”

“You’re funny,” Dean said shortly. “What do you really want?”

“Nothing,” Anna told him. “I’m fine. I can get my own coffee.”

“You want coffee?” Dean asked and ran with it. “Comin’ right up!” He hurried for the kitchen and Anna rolled her eyes and sighed. This was going to be a long ass day.

Sam came back in with a cup of water and Tylenol. “Here, take these,” he said. “Do you wanna lay down for a while?”

“No, Sam, I’m fine,” Anna said grumpily. “I’m not on my deathbed, alright? You guys both need to chill.” She swallowed the Tylenol, though, because her face did hurt pretty bad. “By the way, if I find out you punched Dean, I’m gonna be really mad at you.”

“He deserves it,” Sam said, “But no, I’m not going to. He feels pretty guilty anyway.”

“Oh, geez, I hadn’t noticed,” Anna quipped and set her cup of water on the table.

“Do you need anything else?” Sam asked then suddenly perked up. “You should ice your face,” he said. “I’ll get you some ice. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh my god,” Anna groaned as he ran out of the room. This was getting out of hand. There had to be some way she could convince them both that she was fine. She got out of her chair and headed for the library where she’d left her phone.

Maybe somebody else could talk some sense into them. Somebody who wouldn’t be as insanely overprotective as her brothers were.

Jody was pretty reasonable. Usually she would have gone for Bobby, but… well, he wasn’t around anymore. She couldn’t think of anyone else.

The phone rang three times before Jody picked up.

“Sheriff Mills.”

“Can you tell them I’m fine?” Anna requested.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s Anna. Can you tell them I’m fine?”

“Who’s they?”

“My brothers. They’re being dumb.”

“I’m gonna need a little more to go on, Sweetie.”

“I got punched,” Anna said. “And now Sam and Dean are, like, running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to give me everything I could possibly want. Just tell them I’m fine, okay?”

Jody had a different agenda, though. “Who punched you?” she asked. “If you want to press charges, I can help with that. You’re a minor, so they’d pay for it.”

“Jody!” Anna said indignantly. “You’re supposed to be reasonable.”

“I am being reasonable. Anybody that would hit a young girl should be behind bars.”

“Even if it was Dean?” Anna challenged.

“What?!” Jody hollered. A door slammed on the other end of the line. “Put that boy on the phone right now.”

“He didn’t do it on purpose! He was aiming for Sam, and I kinda stepped in the way.” Anna buried her face in her hands. “Please be the reasonable one.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll tell them to give you some space.”

“Thank you,” Anna said. She went back into the war room just in time to see Dean and Sam bullying each other out of the doorway to get into the room first.

“I got your coffee,” Dean told her and set it on the table.

“Here’s that ice for your face,” Sam added and held it out to her.

“Jody has something to say to you,” Anna said and put the call on speakerphone. “Okay, Jody.”

“Dean Winchester, I don’t believe you.”

“Jody!” Anna cried. “I told you he didn’t mean to!”

“Sorry, Anna. I just had to get that out of my system,” Jody told her. “You boys need to give your sister some space. Smothering her isn’t gonna help, okay? Dean, she knows you’re sorry. Nothing you do is gonna change what happened.”

Both Sam and Dean looked slightly embarrassed.

“Thank you,” Anna said with a massive sigh of relief. She hung up the phone and looked at the boys, waiting for them to admit they’d been overreacting.

“You’re sure you’re good?” Dean asked her after a minute.

Anna nodded exaggeratedly. “I don’t need special treatment.” She reached slowly toward Dean’s hand. “I’ll take the iced coffee, though.”

La Fin

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'Ties of Blood' Series - Book 1, 'Oblivion'

Mackenzie 'Kez' Winchester wasn't particularly thrilled with rejoining the 'family business'. She liked flying solo, kicking ass her own way, especially after falling out with her older brother. But she soon gets dragged back in, traveling with her brothers and taking out whatever sons of bitches dare to cross them. Except her eight month sebatical soon comes back to haunt her...

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bellero · 4 years

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Could you please write something with 1 and 2 from your second prompt list 2 with sister!reader for supernatural?

Sam x Sister!reader

Prompts -

1: “I’ll make you something, yeah?”

2: “let's get you back to bed”

Summary: based on season 15, Chuck sends the reader to purgatory.

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Your eyes were burning. You were sat in the kitchen. It was the lightest place in the bunker, the place where you felt most secure.

Curled into a fetal position with your legs brought up to your chest, your arms wrapped around them, a demon blade hung loosely from your right hand as you surveyed the two entrances, you could see both through the corners of your eyes.

You had been ignoring the shakiness that was present throughout your body, whether it be from lack of sleep, lack of food, or both. You couldn’t afford to let your guard down. That’s how you’d get hurt.

It had been two weeks since you returned from Purgatory. You have yet to talk about your experience, Dean and Cas have tried the most to get something out of you. They had been using their own experiences to try and get you to open up, but you couldn’t. It was like your mouth had been wired shut, any attempt to talk about what had happened was met with stoic silence.

You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your left hand trying ever so hard to blink away the exhaustion.

Your eyes snapped towards the entrance to your left as your big brother, Sam, stumbled sleepily into the room. You observed as he made his way over to the fridge, he pulled out some milk, closing the door he leaned against one of the counters and started unscrewing the lid.

You narrowed your eyes as he brought it to his mouth “are you seriously not going to use a glass?” you muttered. A swear left his mouth as he jumped, he looked towards you, “geez, Y/n. You scared the crap out of me” he breathed out with a hand over his heart. “Sorry” you mumbled adjusting the grip on your knife.

Sam took in your disheveled appearance, you avoided eye contact with him as his eyes scanned your face.

You knew you looked like shit, there was no point in denying it. You had barely slept whilst in Purgatory, only managing an average of three hours a week, that added on to the fact you hadn’t slept for two weeks straight was definitely beginning to show on your person.

Your eyes were bloodshot red with grey bags underneath them, your cheeks were slightly sunken in.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the obviously dumb question, “I’m just dapper” you replied whilst bouncing your leg,

“Y/n” Sam spoke in a warning tone.

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to say?” You shot back in anger only to close your eyes tightly in regret. You looked down as you felt your shoulders start to sag, your whole body seemed to start folding in on itself.

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“No, no it’s okay. That was a bit of a dumb question to ask” he came and sat in front of you, his back to the wall. He took in how you curled in on yourself, he took note of your body shaking.

He leaned forward and took the knife out of your hand, only for you to shoot forward and try to grasp it back “NO, I need that!” you hissed, he held it away from you.

“Why do you need it? You’re home, you’re safe. You know that you don’t need to protect yourself anymore” he spoke quietly.

“What if I'm not?!” you fired back, your eyes red with unshed tears. "What if I'm not safe! What if this is more mind games from Chuck, this is exactly the type of stuff he'd trick me with back there... Every time I slept I'd be back here only it wasn't true. You have no idea what I went through in that hell hole, Sam" you spat, tears now rolling freely down your face, creating trails as they fell.

Sam grabbed your hands and turned his body to face you, "you trust me, don't you?" he asked, you looked into his eyes and saw desperation and hurt, not hurt for the words you had said but hurt from seeing his sister in so much pain.

You nodded your head, "then trust me when I tell you that you are safe. I promise. You don't need to protect yourself like this anymore, you're home, you're safe, I promise".

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, your head buried in his chest "I'm so tired" you whimpered.

He wrapped his arms securely around your shoulders, "I know, sweetheart. You can stay with me for tonight, okay?" you nodded your head, "I'll make you something, yeah? How about a hot chocolate?" he asked, you leaned back and allowed him to wipe the tears from your face, you nodded your head.

He stood up and held out his hands for you.

Once he helped you to your feet he walked you over to the table, "sit there, I'll be back in a minute" he spoke gently. You sat down and rested your head in the palm of your hands, you closed your eyes as you felt sleep overtake you.

You let out a yawn and covered your face, shaking your head as if to rid yourself of any bleariness.

"Here you go," Sam said as he placed a hot chocolate in front of you.

"Thank you" you whispered as you took a sip, it burnt your tongue, the roof of your mouth, and your throat causing you to grimace slightly.

"Will you tell Dean about any of this?" You asked as your finger circled the rim of the mug.

“Only if you want me to. I think you should tell him though, Dean’s been through this. So has Cas, they’ll be able to help you” you nodded your head.

A couple minutes later you pushed the now empty mug away from you. Your eyes were practically shutting on their own, your body was slumped forward slightly.

Sam grinned softly and stood up, he circled the table and made his way over to you, “let’s get you back to bed” he grunted slightly as he lifted you, your head lolled over to his shoulder as sleep consumed you.

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superwholock-marvel-images · 3 years

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Cold Night, New Family part one

Because tumblr is a piece of shit, i have to repost this.

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It's the middle of winter and Sam's returning from a supply run. When out of the corner of his eye he spots you, you're no older than four. He wouldn't have thought about it much, if he didn't notice the fact your lips and fingertips are slightly blue.

The clothes you're wearing are soaked by melted snow. Unable to help himself Sam walks towards you wanting to help. You flinch away from his touch.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." he says in a gentle tone. As he removes his jacket revealing a blue flannel shirt underneath. He then gently gently drapes it over your small frame.

"T-tank y-you." You say shivering, as you snuggle into the coat thankful for the warmth.

"Hey, you need it more than me." Sam replies. "I'm Sam. What's your name, kid?"

"Y-Y/N."

"That's a beautiful name. Tell me, Y/N why are you out in the cold without a coat?"

"I-i d-dont h-have o-one. M-mommy a-and d-daddy j-just l-left m-me h-here." Sam Winchester pauses, thinking of what to do. Dean might kill him, but he isn't going to let you stay out on the streets and freeze to death. He asks if you want to come with him- you quickly nod in agreement.

Sam carefully picks you up (after putting his jacket back on), careful not to move you too much. He then carries you to the motel room. Once inside the room, Sam does what he can to warm you up- your lips and fingers slowly return to a somewhat normal color. Eventually, you end up falling asleep against him.

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-Sam POV-

I gently place a hand on Y/N's forehead checking her temperature. She's still cold- causing me to worry that I might have to take her to the hospital. About then is when Dean gets back from...whatever he was doing.

"What's with the kid, and should I ask why she's drowning in your flannel?" My brother asks.

"I found her in the street, poor kid has a case of hypothermia- hence the shirt." I answer. "She's not as bad as she was when I found her."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N's lips and fingertips were turning blue when I found her."

"You sure her parents aren't worried about her?" I throw my brother a look, before setting Y/N down. I then tuck the four year old girl underneath the blankets.

"What parent would leave a four year old outside in the middle of December at..." I look at the clock. "9:59 at night?"

"You have a point." Dean sits down next to the small girl, checking her temperature. He sighs and pulls away from her sleeping form. "Man, I really hope her temperature doesn't drop during the night."

"You and me both Dean."

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-No one POV-

The next morning, before Dean makes a breakfast run, he checks your temperature again. Thankfully you're out of the hypothermic area, but you're not quite to regular body temperature yet. Dean then leaves the room.

About an hour later, you wake up because you're cold. Your (eye color) eyes dart around the room looking for Sam... you didn't like being alone.

"Hey, how you feeling cutie?" Sam asks walking out of the restroom. You start to shiver a little, giving Sam his answer. He scoops you up in his arms and holds you against his chest.

"Y/N, this is my brother Dean." Sam says, introducing you to Dean when he gets back. Dean smiles as he sets down the food.

"What in the bag?" You ask.

"Breakfast, you hungry?"

"Don't eat too fast Y/N, you'll get a stomach ache." Sam advises when he notices you basically inhaling your oatmeal and your hot cocoa.

"Sorry." You reply in a soft voice. You haven't had a decent meal since your parents abandoned you... so you're starving.

"When was the last time you actually ate something?" Dean asks concerned. You shrug in response, it's been awhile. The Winchesters share a look. "Y/N, where's your parents?" Tears form in your eyes.

"They don't want me." You say with a sniffle. "No one wants me..."

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writtenwinchester · 4 years

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Together - Winchester Sister

Masterlist | Request | Buy Me A Coffee

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, discuss of abortion, slight angst, supportive Sammy

Word Count: 852

You had lingered in the bathroom majority of the day, staring at the pregnancy test on the counter while you clutched your knees up to your chest. How could you let this happen? Although you weren't on the pill, he brought condoms, so what went wrong? Either way, when you told him of your suspicion, he stopped talking to you. Dropping you like you were absolutely nothing to him. Leaving you alone by yourself.

“Y/n?” Dean knocked, wiping the tears with your sleeve you responded, “yes?” “you okay in there?” “yeah, Dean, just girl stuff.” Although you couldn’t see him, you knew he made a face behind the door. “Okay, well, dad and I are heading out, you need anything?” “no, thank you.” And with that, you heard his footsteps walk away, leaving you alone by yourself, once again.

Sam was in what you all called ‘the kitchen’, although it was just a small counter with a mini fridge in the middle of your hotel room. You’d finally pushed your feelings of emptiness down and crawled your way out of the bathroom, “Y/n,” “Sam, hi.” “you okay?” “yeah, just-” “girl stuff, I know, Dean made a face about it.” a small smile crept up on your lips, for some reason, Sam always got you. “Of course he did.” You walked over to the small table, where he sat with a textbook in front of him. “Still considering school?” He nodded, the two of you told each other everything. It was like dad and Dean had each other while you and Sam had each other, you told each other everything before anyone else. Although, you weren't entirely sure about informing him how a guy knocked you up and left although you weren't entirely sure you were even pregnant. But the test confirmed your suspicion anyway.

Fiddling with your fingers, you watched Sam read the text book, boring, but in an attempt to keep everything out of your mind at the moment, you’d do anything. Every once in awhile he’d glance up, watch you for a moment when he believed you were in a daze in your own mind, then go back to reading. But your thoughts started sinking in. What if dad kicked you out? What if you wouldn’t be a Winchester anymore? What would happen if you had the baby? You couldn’t do it, you were only sixteen for crying out loud. All the worry sank in all at once, tears started forming at the edge of your eyes, and all you wanted to do was run away and cry.

“Y/n?” Sam had been watching you for a few minutes now, and you hadn’t even noticed. “Sammy, I messed up..” your voice cracked, and all of a sudden the tears started running down your face. In a panic, Sam quickly stood up and came over to kneel in front of you, “what happened? what’s wrong?” “I- I can’t..” “Yes you can, look, I’m not dad or Dean, we tell each other everything, remember?” You sniffed and nodded, however, the crying wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry..” He hushed you gently, carefully bringing you in for a hug while he gently rubbed your back soothingly, “It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for.” You gently pushed him back, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. “I’m pregnant.” You blurted, watching Sam’s eye’s widen as he quickly lost his communication which his jaw ajar, lost as to what to say.

“Sammy..?” “I.. Who..?” “Remember that guy I was talking to when you came by the park to grab me the other day?” He nodded, and you nodded back. He let out a sigh, “It’s okay, we’re gonna get through this, okay?” “You’re not mad?” Your face showed confusion, yet you were beaming on the inside. Having Sam mad at you would’ve crushed you, yet here he was, being supportive big brother. “Why would I be mad?” “Because.. It’s my fault..” “Hey, It’s not your fault. Look, accident’s happen, okay?” “Like me?” “Hey, Y/n, don’t say that, you weren’t accident,” “Sam.” He stopped, and you smiled, “it’s okay.” Letting out another sigh, he pulled a chair over and sat down beside you. “What do you wanna do?” “I can’t keep it.. Dad and Dean would kill me..” “Hey, no thinking about dad or Dean at the moment, this is about you and what you want.” Letting your thoughts process, you nodded. “I still can’t keep it Sammy.. I don’t want this life for them.. I’m only sixteen, I- I can’t take care of a baby, let alone myself..” Sam nodded his head again, understanding while rubbing soothing circles on your knee for support.

“Well.. What would you like to do?” “I- I think I need an abortion..” “Are you sure this is what you want?” You sniffed and nodded your head, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Positive.” “Okay.. I’m always gonna be there for you, no matter what, okay?” a small smile formed on your face, as Sam wiped the remaining tears from your face with his thumb. “Okay.”

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the-walking-daryl · 4 years

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The Walking Winchester Chapter 10

Summary: What Y/N and Darly find in the clearing is not what they expected.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: angst, asshole Negan, swearing

The sight you seen when you entered the clearing made you stomach turn, Rick and a bunch of others that you had grown close to on were on their. You tried to stop as soon as you seen them in hopes of going unseen by the huge group of people who were surrounding your friends, but the thought was wiped from your mind the moment a pair of hands grabbed you from behind and the voice of the man you hurt earlier spoke up, “you ain’t going anywhere now you little bitch.”

Glancing to your right you see that they have Daryl and are already dragging him towards the rest. The man holding you follows closely behind the two that are dragging Daryl until they reach your line of friends dropping you both to your knees at the end. As soon as your knees touch the ground you spin around in attempts to attack the man behind you only to be met with a backhand. This enrages Daryl and he goes to make an attempt of his own until the door to the R.V. swings open to reveal a tall man holding a baseball bat.

As he approaches the group you take him in fully starting with the bat, from a distance it appears to be a normal bat but really it is wrapped in barbed wire. The hand holding the bat is wrapped in a single leather glove that matches his jacket. Before you get the chance to inspect the rest of his appearance he speaks causing your whole body to go rigid.

“Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close,” you hear a voice all too familiar say causing your head to instantly snap up so that you are looking at their face.

“Dad?” you force out interrupting the speech that you could tell he was preparing to make.

He stops the moment the word leaves your mouth and spins around to face you, “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Last time I saw you was when the hellhounds were dragging you away.”

The moment the words leave your mouth he is picking you up by your forearm and dragging you into the R.V.

“I’m serious Y/N what the fuck are you doing here?” he all but growls at you as soon as the door closes “Hunting thing, saving people, ya’ know the family business,” you reply sarcastically causing him to give you the same look he’d give you while hunting, “fine, I came here with Sam and Dean to help people. We’ve done it before and saved a lot of lives so we figured why not do it again, but I got separated from them.”

“So the note, it was you,” he mumbles so quiet that you barely catch it.

“You found the note?” you ask in confusion, “I left that for Sam and Dean so that they could find me. Now I have all those people relying on me and no way to know for sure that they are going to get out of here.”

“Even if you found your brothers that doesn’t mean that they are gonna help you sweetheart. The issue you and that little group outside is worried about has nothing to do with monsters.”

“I know Sam and Dean, these people are just as bad as monsters and both of them would agree with me,” you state confidently.

“You brothers have been with me for about a week so that shows how much you truly know darling.”

“No, that’s not true. If they were truly here they would have come looking for me by now,” you scoff.

“They were looking for you, but they found me instead and were just too happy to see dear ole’ dad,” your father retorts with a smug smirk, “I’ll even prove it to you.”

Picking up the walkie talkie that is attached to his waist he pushes down the button to speak, “how are things going over there boy?”

There is nothing but static for a minute before you hear Dean’s voice come through, “Everything is running just as you would expect.”

The color drains from your face and your stomach begins to turn at the sight of the cocky smirk your father is wearing, “okay so if they are here you must know about our plan.”

“Oh indeed I do darling.”

“Then why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice shaking out of nerves.

“They killed a whole outpost of our men, do you expect me to just let that go?”

“Your men were taking all of Hilltop’s supplies, making them do all the dirty work while your so called ‘saviors’ reap the rewards.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what my men were doing. I’m the one who gave ‘em the orders for christ’s sake!” he shouts angrily causing you to flinch. Seeing you shrink back your father sighs before speaking again, “you should know that actions have consequences.”

“Can’t you just make an exception for me? I care about these people, they are like family to me.”

“I don’t make exceptions darling, what type of a leader would I be if I did that?”

Hearing that he won’t spare any of the people you have grown to care about you begin to sob causing him to grab you by your upper arm dragging you out of the RV. Part of you expected him to shove you back into the line up but he simply forced you to your knees beside him before he began talking.

“Pay attention,” he demands walking in back and forth in front of everyone, “Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today we invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. If you have shit, you give it to me, that's your job,” he states as if it is something that should be obvious.

“Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You built something, you thought you were safe, I get it. But the word is out now and you are not safe anymore. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want, and what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door you let us in,” he says before pausing to chuckle. “We own that door so if you try to stop us and we will knock it down. Do you understand?”

When no one replies he looks around the group and speaks again, “What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill any of you, I just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me and you can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay,” taking a deep breath he adjusts his jacket becoming more serious than before, “So, now I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”

Raising the barbed wire bat he has been carrying since you first seen him he speaks proudly, “This-- this is Lucille, and she is awesome, he proclaims before looking at the group again, “All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.”

After a minute of silence your father breaks the tension with a sharp inhale, “Huh, you got one of our guns, no, whoa,” he says, pausing to think for another minute, “Yeah, actually you got a lot of our guns.”

As he is talking he begins walking in front of everyone once again only to stop in front of Carl, “Shit, kid, lighten up, or at least cry a little, he says with a laugh before continuing his walk.

He didn’t stop again until he heard Maggie sniffle, looking down at her disgust and sympathy covered his face momentarily, “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.”

“No! No!” Glenn shouts lunging at your father and beginning to attack him.

“Stop it! God--!” he shouts grunting from the still coming attack, “Nope, nope, get him back in line.”

“No,” Glenn grunts his objection as two of your father’s men begin dragging him back to his spot, “No, no.”

At this point you can’t keep quiet any longer so you rise from your spot and look directly at your father, “I don’t know what you’ve been through since we last saw you dad but this is not the way. Let everyone go and we can all go home and figure it out together. You, Sam, Dean, and me. This isn’t you, we don’t kill people we save them. You raised me to believe that was my life motto and now you’re running around to be some big bully named Negan? Dad your name isn’t Negan it’s John fucking Winchester and the John Winchester I know wouldn’t be doing this.”

With a laugh your father turns to you and has two of his bigger men hold you in place before turning to the group, “All right, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free since it's an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks, doesn't it? The moment you realize you don't know shit.

At the end of his rant he stops right in front of Carl, “this is your kid, right?” he asks Rick before laughing at the expressionless face the boy is holding, “This is definitely your kid.”

“Just stop this!” you shout before Rick has the chance to say anything, you had grown to care for Carl and refused to let anyone hurt him, even if that person is your father.

“Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer, don't make it easy on me,” your father retorts, “I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order, but I simply cannot decide.”

“I got an idea,” he says with a laugh a few seconds later.

“Eenie meenie miney mo catch a tiger by his toe,” he calls out walking along the line, “If he hollers let him go,” He says before pausing and pointing the bat at yet another person, My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.”

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything,” he calls once he has made his final decision, “and I’ll cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father before we start.”

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry,” he says nonchalantly before releasing a breathe, “Hell, you're all gonna be doing that by the time I’m done.”

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elliewithcellie · 4 years

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Fire and Rain

Summary: Y/N is fueled with fire. Dean is the rain on her parade.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam,

Word Count: 1,594

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: This has been a horrible time trying to post this..... this is my third time editing the whole thing but I think I finally did it all right. I am wayyy out of practice... I hope this is decent! FEEDBACK ROCKS!

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“Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.”

Dean shut the radio off as soon as he heard the melody. He had been driving for hours, almost days now, but this, this song crossed the line. Ahead of him, the dotted yellow lines in the center of the highway began to blend together as he sped pass. Nothing but asphalt stood between Dean and the horizon, and dried meadows of yellow and green spread out on both sides. But Dean didn’t care. His goal was to get to you before it was too late. His knuckles turned white, gripping the wheel with a force to match his determination.

He thought about two nights ago, the night the two of you fought harder than the two of you had ever fought before. He cringed, wishing his mind could think of anything else, but guilt filled his mind, and the memory soon followed.

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“You really think you’re ready for this shit?”

“Dean,” Sam called out. “She’s safe. Stop.”

“Of course, she’s safe! I saved her sorry ass before she could do anything stupid!”

“Shut up!” you screamed. “I’m sick of this! I’m sick of you treating me like I’m still twelve! I’m my own woman. Let me do this!”

“No.”

“Dean! You’ve taught me everything.”

“That’s for emergencies only.”

“Let me help you prevent emergencies from happening!”

“Dammit, Y/N. You don’t realize what you’re getting yourself into. You think this is Superman and Batman saving the day. There are casualties, sweetheart, every damn day.”

“Don’t you dare ‘sweetheart’ me. You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t worry every freaking time you guys are out there, especially with what we know? You really think that every night I don’t get a phone call from one of you, I don’t lose my shit? I cry myself to sleep, pure terror pulsing in my veins because both of you might be dead. So, don’t tell me I don’t understand the job. Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me when I know just as well as you guys how to take down a vamp or werewolf or whatever-the-hell it is. Just, please, let me help!”

“Dean said no.” Sam spoke up, his voice wavering slightly, yet remaining calm and collected.

“What?”

“You heard us. The answer is no. You’re not ready.”

You looked at Sam with your jaw dropped. Your eyes shifted to Dean’s, his eyes still flaming. Tears welled up in yours. “You don’t trust me,” you whispered.

Sam and Dean didn’t speak. They exchanged a look. Sam sighed. “It’s not that.”

“Forget it. It doesn’t matter. You aren’t my dad. Neither are you.”

“But we are your family.”

“You’re making me your prisoner! Family doesn’t jail family!”

“Oh, is that how you feel?” Dean said. His fists clenched and his chest puffed out. “You feel like we’re holding you captive here? You think that we want to keep you in the bunker all alone? You really think that the easiest thing to do was to save you and take you in as your own?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“You wanna feel like a prisoner here? Fine! You get what you freaking asked for! In your room!”

“But, Dean,”

“NOW!”

The word echoed through the halls. Chills scattered through your arms and clattered through your teeth. The tears stopped, but fear took their place.

“Fine,” you said. You stomped off to your room.

“Wait!” Sam called out. You didn’t listen. You continued to walk to your room, attitude in every step. When you met your door, you turned around, rows of tears staining your cheeks.

“I hate you guys!” You cried out, slamming your bedroom door behind you.

“Nice going,” Sam muttered.

“Hey. She doesn’t see all the work we put into her day in day out, she can learn what an actual prisoner feels like.”

“Listen, Dean, I know you love her. I know you’ll do anything for her. And you know I would, too.”

“Forget it. It’s late. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Sam sighed. “Ok. Cool off, ok?”

“Night.” Dean took off to his room. He closed his door and went straight for the shower. He turned the water on to a refreshing chill and stepped in. Maybe Sam was right. Maybe he needed to cool off a bit. He took a deep breath and rinsed the anger off his body. As he got out of the shower, he began to feel guilty. He shouldn’t have yelled at you the way he did. But he didn’t know what else to do. She’s the one who screwed up here he kept thinking, but the justification in his mind didn’t ease the pain in his heart. He pulled on some pants and settled into his bed. I’ll make it up to her in the morning. I’ll show her that I didn’t mean what I said. With a goal set in place, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning. Dean woke up and got to work in the kitchen. He prepared the bacon in the pan and mixed the pancake batter together. He cooked everything the best way he knew how, and when it was finished, he smiled to himself. He gathered the finished product onto a plate and made his way to your room.

Dean knocked on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

No answer. Dean knocked again.

“Hey, it’s Dean. You up?”

Nothing.

“If you’re still mad about last night, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten as fired up as I did.” Dean paused and placed his ear against the door.

“I made breakfast. Pancakes and bacon. Just how you like it…. Y/N?”

Nothing.

“Y/N, you’re gonna piss me off again. Don’t make me come in there.”

Dean stood there for a moment, hoping you were just waking up. Hoping that you weren’t going to stoop to the silent treatment. He couldn’t bear not talking to you. You were his best friend. His little sidekick. His little pain in the ass that still managed to make him smile by the end of the day.

“Alright. You asked for it.” Dean opened the door carefully, trying to respect your privacy even through his rising temper. He looked at your bed, but you weren’t in it. The bathroom door was open, so he checked in there. Nothing again. Frantic, he called out your name.

“Y/N!” He dropped the plate on your bed and rushed out of the room and into Sam’s. “She’s gone!”

“What?”

“Sam, I blew it. She’s gone. I can’t find her!”

Sam didn’t say a word and helped Dean look through every room in the bunker. When they finally checked the garage, a car was gone.

“She didn’t even leave a note,” Dean said.

“Did she need to?” Sam asked. “We know where she’s headed.”

“She’s just a kid.”

“Get out of your head, Dean. Let’s go.”

The next night, they pulled into a motel parking lot.

“Her location is showing up here,” Sam said. “Looks like room number 4.”

“Got it.” Dean stepped out of the Impala and slammed the door. He marched over to room number 4 and knocked on the door. “Y/N, open the door.”

Nothing.

“Y/N, open this goddamn door!” Dean looked down and banged his fist on the door. Then he noticed small drops of red trailing away from the door.

“Y/N!” Dean stepped back and kicked the door down. There you were in his sights, sitting on the table with a needle in one hand and a gash on the other arm.

“Was that really necessary?”

“What happened? Are you ok? What happened?”

Sam ran in after Dean. “What’s going on?”

“Dean broke down a door.”

“Y/N. What happened?” Dean began to lose his patience again.

“Ok, ok. It turned out to be a werewolf. Which doesn’t make sense for this time of month. Something’s going on around here.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get to that.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Why are you bloody?”

“He took a couple swipes at me. I shot him in the heart. I think I won here.”

“Can you quit this sore winner attitude? You were an idiot thinking you could do this on your own!”

“But, Dean, I did it!”

“Dean’s right. What he means is you can’t go out like this on your own. It’s too dangerous. Yeah, this is a couple scars to add to the list, but you got off lucky. What if there was more than one? What if it wasn’t a werewolf?”

“But I did my research.”

“Enough!” Dean cut in. “You can’t do this anymore. Not alone. You could have got yourself killed! I don’t know what I would do with myself if you were gone.” Dean took a deep breath. “You just mean so much to me, kid. I know I’m tough. I know I’m a hardass that will never replace your dad, but me and Sam just want you safe. So, please, listen to what we say. Understand what we’ve been through. The losses we’ve taken. We—I can’t lose you too.”

Dean’s breathing wavered, though he stood his ground. You hopped off the table and hugged him with your good arm.

“Thank you for caring,” you sighed into his shirt and looked up at Sam. You motioned him over to the hug, and he followed suit.

“All right, all right. Enough of the freaking chickflick moment. Break it up.” Dean pushed you and Sam away, everyone giggling a little. “Let’s get you home. I have pancakes waiting.”

“And bacon?”

Dean laughed. “And bacon.”

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hopesparksembers · 4 years

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hahahahahangst · 1 year

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Love each other the wrong way (Be the young 27)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, SELF H*RM, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: yesss, we are back to canon (kinda), I’ll try to follow episode by episode, of course I’ll skip some, but this season I’ll have to kind of be detailed with adapting Emily with the lore. ALSO YOU SHOULD KNOW I NAMED RAMIEL BEFORE I WATCHED S12 SO YES HE’S CALLED LIKE THE PRINCE OF HELL SORRY LMAO

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Love each other the wrong way

There will never be the time to do what we want We drive all of our poetry to hell But you, love me like I would love yourself if you were me and viceversa So bad and without really understanding anything But with the sky at its place in a trafficked city And a life upside down, dreams in half We ran out of happiness

“Sam, for the last time, angels are not a thing!” Said Dean, flustered, sitting around the same table as Sam and Emily. Days had passed since Emily and Dean had their last fight, and nobody had brought it out again. “Dean, I know what you mean-” Interrupted Emily. “But why would two different creatures lie to us about being angels?” “I don't know, maybe they're some kind of demon.” “Castiel is immune to Ruby's knife.” “Yeah, but don't you think that if angels are real, some hunter would have seen one? Ever?” “We just did, Dean.” Sighed Emily. “Look, I'm not saying they are the same angels that we see in movies, just- There is a possibility that angels are a thing.” “You chuckleheads want to keep arguing about religion, or do you want to take a look at this?” Interrupted Bobby, clearly pissed. The three siblings walked to the man and they all rounded up to hear what he had found out.

Later that day, while she was deep into angel lore, Dean entered the room and handed her a phone. “Uh, okay?” She said, confused, taking the object. “It's your phone. They brought it back after you-” He trailed off and exhaled, standing next to Emily’s chair. “I kept it charged.” “Ah.” She opened it. There were a couple of missed calls and a single text from Daniel. It read Where are you? Getting pizza for tonight She immediately thought of Daniel: was he okay, did he know what happened to her? Should she maybe call him and tell him she’s fine? Dean caught her staring at the text message. “Are you okay?” Emily forced her eyes off of the phone. “Yeah, just… it’s nothing.” She concluded, putting the phone away and going back to her book. “Actually…“ Dean exhaled. “I think we should talk.” “Again? Come on, Dean, I don’t feel like fighting right now.” She didn't lift her eyes off the book. “Then let’s not fight.” He sat down on the armchair next to her. “Let’s just… talk.” “Alright.” Emily sighed and closed the book. “What do you want to talk about?” “Hell.” The word resonated in the room for a second before Emily reacted. ”...so you remember.” She sighed and looked away. “I remember you, if that’s what you mean.” He said. “I know, I-” she scrathed her nose. “I remember you down there, but- It's not clear, you know? I’m still trying to piece it together.” ”...right.” Dean suddenly went silent. “So?” Asked Emily. “What did you want to talk about?” “Nothing, it's… it's nothing.” “What do you mean nothing, you came here to talk about hell and now- now it's nothing?” “Yeah, trust me, it's better this way.” “Why don't you just tell me what's going on?” She said, getting nervous. “Nothing is going on.” He said. “If you ever remember, well- then we'll talk about it.” Emily watched him leave, her brain shuffling questions left and right.

That night, Emily went straight to bed. After spending the day trying to reach hunters just to find them all dead, she was exhausted. But when she woke up, someone was staring at her. She hastily grabbed her gun from under her pillow and pointed it towards the person standing in her room, but she soon realized it was someone she knew. She knew him, but he wasn’t supposed to be there. “Daniel?” Was all she could utter while the figure of her boyfriend stared at her. He looked exactly as she remembered him: he had black, ruffled hair and his freckles were all in the same place. But he didn't look alive. He looked pale and worn out, as if he had not slept in months. He looked just like a ghost. “Are you-” She started to lower her gun. “Dead? Yes.” A loud bang informed Emily that something was going on in the rest of the house. She moved the gun back to pointing at Daniel. “I had a good life, you know?” He muttered, angry. “But you had to come and screw it up with all your shit.” “Daniel, I'm sorry, I didn't know this happened to you.” “Of course, how would you know? You have never thought about me again since you decided to call it quits. Thanks for the note, by the way. Very thoughtful.” “I'm sorry, really. Did the Russians do this to you?” “Of course they did.” He exhaled, releasing a small cloud of condensation. “Who else? You escaped, their favorite meat toy, they were desperate to get you back. So desperate that I had to be involved.” Daniel was getting closer and closer, his hands reaching towards her neck. The door slammed open and with a gunshot, Sam made his entrance as the ghost dissipated. “Are you okay?” He asked, gesturing to her to leave the room. “Yes, I'm okay-” She checked herself while Sam tried to hurry her out of her bed.” What's going on?” “We don't know just yet- get into the basement.”

Shielded into the panic room, Emily tried to get her head around the fact that Daniel had died. “Did you know?” She asked Dean. He sighed and looked away. “Oh my god, you did! Why didn't you say anything?!” He didn't answer. “I’ve been back, what- seventy two hours? I already want to punch you!” She stood up to look away from Dean. “Look, we've been having other issues, okay? One of them being a bunch of ghosts trying to hunt us outside that door!” Dean also stood up and pointed to the door. “You lied about how I died, you didn’t tell me by boyfriend is dead, I discovered that all those months of you hitting me like I am some kind of practice target -which of course you haven't said anything about to Sam-” She added, seeing confusion in Sam's eyes. “...have been good to nothing- Can you go one fucking day without-” She stopped. She felt the tears come up for the first time since she had come back from hell and she knew she could not afford to lose her shit at that moment. She clenched her fists. “Without what?!” Asked Dean, “I was going to tell you, just- when we had a moment of peace!” “A moment of peace?” She snapped, angry. “WE NEVER HAVE A MOMENT OF PEACE!” With three steps she was in Dean's face. She knew Sam and Bobby were about to drag her back, but they were stopped by Dean's gesture to wait. He touched her shoulder. “Alright, listen to me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Daniel. But it's late now. You need to focus on what's happening now because we are in the middle of a crisis!” Emily tried to get rid of Dean's hold, but he grabbed her from a wrist and stopped her. The second he did, a very quick flashback from hell went through her mind. Dean immediately let go of her wrist, like it was made of fire. When Emily met his gaze, she could almost see the image of hell disappear in his eyes. “Are you done? Because I think I got something.” Said Bobby, scowling at them. Emily gave one last quick look at Dean, who briefly seemed scared but quickly recomposed himself, before taking a step back. “So, the symbol Sam and I saw: the mark of the witness.” “What is that?” Dean went around the table to look at the symbol. “Basically, these people didn't die ordinary deaths and they were forced to rise. They're rabid. More than any other ghost.” “Who forced them to rise?” Asked Emily, sitting back down. “I don't know, but they used a spell and they had big plans. This is the rising of the witnesses.” “Wait- I heard about that…“ Emily was trying to retrieve that information from her brain. “Revelations?” Bobby nodded. “But- isn't that a sign of the apocalypse?” “Yup.” “Apocalypse?” Said Dean, incredulous. “The apocalypse, apocalypse? Four horsemen, 5 dollar gas apocalypse?” “That's the one.” Bobby nodded, opening another book. “Okay, so what do we do now?” Intervened Sam. Dean tried to speak, but Emily was faster. “I think there was a spell- I read it somewhere.” She leaned closer to the pile of books and took out one, passing it to Bobby. “I have to say it, I'm impressed you remember all that.” he said. “I was stuck here with only those books for months, and there's only so much I can clean, you know.” Bobby inspected the spell. “This should work. I've got everything in the house.”

Once the fight was over, they approximately cleaned the place and went to sleep again. However, it seemed like she could not get a full night of sleep, because when Emily woke up, she was not in her room anymore, but in the living room, next to Dean who seemed as confused as her. In front of them were Ramiel, the alleged angel that had brought Emily back and another man in a trench coat. They were both staring at them. Emily gazed at Dean, who slowly advanced towards them. “Excellent job with the witnesses.” Said the unknown man. Emily raised her eyebrows. “So, is this Castiel?” She asked, finally putting the pieces together. The man nodded. “Well, good evening to you too.” She said, sarcastic. “And it would have been nice if you came down to help, you know?” “Emily, tesoro.” Said Ramiel, with a strong Italian accent. “Everything worked out.” “I thought you were supposed to be guardians, not dicks?” Asked Dean. “We're supposed to be warriors.” Answered Castiel, cold. “Well, then fight!” Yelled Emily. “And by the way, when is your boss going to come down here and help us poor bastards?” “As I said already, I'm not here to make you believe.” Ramiel paused, suggestively. “But, if you really need to know, God is busy with something much bigger than your ego.” “Like what? Come on, Al Pacino, humor me.” “The rise of witnesses was one of 66 seals that, if opened, will bring the apocalypse on earth.” “And who-” “Lilith.” Interrupted Castiel. “She's trying to raise Lucifer.” “Lucifer?” Emily raised her eyebrows. “The devil, Lucifer? With horns and goat feet?” “Well, not in that form, but yes. That Lucifer.”

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Malleus Maleficarum

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie travel to Sturbridge, Massachusetts and discover a coven of witches that has killed two people.

Disclaimers: self-harm, suicide, angst, blood, mentions of death

Word Count: 7.4K

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Sturbridge, Massachusetts

"She was so scared. I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it,” Mr. Dutton whispered in regret, staring off into space between Sam and Dean who were questioning him. His eyes flicked back up to them. “And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it."

I shined my flashlight around every inch of the master bathroom that Janet Dutton died in, only half listening to their conversation as I searched for anything out of the ordinary that could give us a reason to believe this was our kind of job. "Well, that's why they put the call in to us Mr. Dutton."

"But the CDC, that's disease control, right? What do you think; it's some kind of virus?"

"We're not ruling out anything yet,” Dean said. I began searching through their medicine cabinet, pushing aside prescription bottles and bandaid boxes, but nothing was in there, either. “Mr. Dutton did Janet have any enemies?"

There was a beat of silence behind the bathroom door as Mr. Dutton processed the question. "I'm sorry?"

"Anyone that might have a reason to hurt her?" Sam asked this time. I rifled through the tall pantry, shuffling through the neatly folded towels, baskets of small perfume bottles, extra toothbrushes, hand soap. Absolutely nothing of interest.

"Wait, what are you saying? That somebody...poisoned her?"

"I'm just saying we have to cover every base here."

"Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?”

I nearly gave up on the search before I spotted the double cabinets beneath the sink. I squatted down, pulling them open where sure enough, a hex bag was stuffed between the pipes. I sighed, pulling it free and placing it into my pocket.

“Would anyone want to?" Sam was asking as I returned to the room. Mr. Dutton was standing now, looking horrified.

"What?! No, no, there's just no one that could've—" He paused, looking off into space again in thought.

Dean raised his eyebrows at us before waving a hand in front of his face. "Mr. Dutton?"

Whatever trance Mr. Dutton was in, he seemed to snap out of it quickly. He blinked twice, looking back at us. "Uh, everyone loved Janet."

Yeah, totally not weird and suspicious at all. Sam nodded once. "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now."

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Sam, Dean and I stepped out onto the wet porch of Mr. Dutton’s house. "That dude seem a little evasive to you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know I was under a sink, pulling this out,” I said, tossing it to Sam who caught it before it could drop to the ground. "Hex bag."

"Awww gross,” Dean groaned as Sam opened it up in his palm.

"Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned."

Dean shivered at the thought as we kept walking. Sam looked over to me. "So we're thinking witch?"

"Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either. This is Old World black magic, I mean, warts and all,” I said as we slid into the car, the rain coming down harder now.

There was a beat of silence in the car before Dean turned in his seat toward us. "I hate witches." Sam and I chuckled at the rant we knew Dean was about to go on, the same one he always went on when we dealt with witches. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere. It's creepy, you know, it's down right unsanitary."

"Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton."

"Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag,” Dean said, glancing up at the home. “So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods."

I shook my head, "No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman—that's the problem, they're human, they're like everyone else."

"Great,” Dean exasperated. “How do we find 'em?"

I thought about it, the brutal way in which Janet died: choking on her own blood after all of her teeth fell out, seemingly out of nowhere. "This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive—"

"We find the murderer,” Sam finished. Dean nodded once before peeling away from the curb.

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I sighed, tapping my fingertips against the door with my chin in my hand, people watching the patrons walk in and out of the pub just across from our stakeout spot. “I’m telling you guys, give me five minutes in that bar to hustle some pool money-”

“El, we’re working,” Sam reprimanded. I looked over Dean’s shoulder toward Mr. Dutton’s car that we’ve been tailing for the past four hours. He was parked in an empty lot after we’d just followed him through a drive thru.

“Yeah, and it’s thrilling,” I said sarcastically as I let out a puff of air, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t think anything’s going on here, you guys.”

“Wait,” Sam shushed me and just seconds later, Mr. Dutton’s car flew open as he fell to the ground. Dean immediately put the car into drive, barreling across the two lane road and skidded to a stop just inches from Mr. Dutton who was kneeling on the ground, gasping for air.

"Check the car!" Dean shouted to Sam and I. Sam ran toward the driver’s seat as I pulled open the back, reaching shoulder-deep under the seats, my hands searching blindly.

"Hurry up!" Dean called from behind us where he was kneeled beside Mr. Dutton who was trying to cough but couldn't, his wheezes for air becoming more and more desperate.

"Got it!" Sam suddenly shouted, holding the hex bag up. He grabbed his lighter, catching the hex bag ablaze before dropping it to the road.

"Come on.” Dean lifted Mr. Dutton off the ground as he grasped his chest, finally able to breathe again. "You okay?"

Mr. Dutton looked at us with wild eyes. "What the hell is happening to me?!"

"Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you,” Sam said.

"That's impossible! There's no way—"

"If we hadn't have been following you, you'd be a doornail right now. Now who wants you dead?" Dean demanded.

Mr. Dutton looked at us as if we were crazy but wracked his brain for an answer, "I-uh..."

"Come on think."

"There's a woman—uh—"

"A woman, okay?"

"An affair—a mistake, she was un-balanced, she was blackmailing me and I put an end to it a week ago."

I raised my eyebrows at this. An affair would make sense, why this woman would want Janet dead. "What's her name?"

Mr. Dutton looked at me, confused, "Wha–what could she have to do with—?"

"Paul! What is her name?"

Mr. Dutton paused, watching us. “Amanda...Amanda Burns.”

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Paul Dutton cracked pretty fast when it came to giving us Amanda’s address. I quietly picked the lock of the front door, leading the way into the dimly lit house. I entered the living room first, keeping my gun held high as I rounded the corner where a brunette woman in a black dress laid face down over a glass coffee table. I tilted my head at the blood pooled beneath her. "That's a curveball."

"Yeah."

Dean approached her, using his gun to rotate her wrists to the side as he confirmed what I’d suspected: "Three per wrist, vertical. She wasn't foolin' around."

Sam held a hand over his nose and mouth as he lowered himself to the floor beside the table. I followed his line of sight to a knocked over spell book and a plate of rotting food, maggots crawling in and out of it. There was a board with a sigil painted across the front, a knife, and a denim shirt beneath it all that I assumed was Paul Dutton’s. "Yeah, looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here."

"Oh god!” Dean shouted suddenly. I drew my gun towards Dean who’s eyes were wide, staring at the rabbit suspended by his feet from the ceiling behind him. I sighed, dropping my gun. “Fuckin' witches! Seriously man, come on!"

"Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from,” Sam said. The rabbit was long since dead, its once-white fur now matted with dark blood.

"Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again,” Dean said, looking back at the rabbit, his face falling. “And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! Poor little guy."

"You know what I don't get?” Sam said, making Dean and I look to him. “If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?"

I shrugged, "Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat-trick...I mean, this doesn't exactly look like the TV room of a bright and stable person, you know?"

Sam kneeled down to the floor, inspecting beneath the coffee table. "No, but then...there's this.” Sam stood, throwing me a small object, wrapped in brown leather.

"Another hex bag? Come on!" Dean groaned, shaking his head. "Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch-on-witch violence?"

"I guess,” I said, tossing the hex bag onto the coffee table.

Dean pulled out his phone, dialing 911. "Hi, I'd like to report a dead body...309 Mayfair Circle...My name? Yeah, sure my name is—” Dean cut himself off, snapping his phone shut. “Why are witches ganking each other?"

Sam sighed, "I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands."

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"You must have a green thumb,” Sam said as we approached Elizabeth’s house where she was out in her garden, digging in the dirt. This was our first suspect, someone Amanda had been friends with for years.

“Excuse me?” She said, looking up at us.

“Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this, quite impressive,” Sam said before stopping. “I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself first. I'm Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner and Detective Thornton.” He motioned to each of us as we flashed her our fake badges.

“Hi-ya,” Dean smirked.

“We're following up on Amanda Burns' death, going around the neighborhood and talking to neighbors, stuff like that,” I said.

Amanda stood, watching us in what I believed to be feigned confusion, “But didn't she— I mean...she...killed herself...right?”

“Maybe, maybe,” Sam said, vaguely. “We heard you were friends with the deceased right?”

Elizabeth shrugged, obviously anxious at the questioning. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Did you have any idea about her practices?”

She furrowed her eyebrows at my question. “I'm sorry, what kind of practices?”

“Well see, her house was littered with Satanic paraphernalia.”

“A regular Black Sabbath,” Dean added.

“No, the— but she was an Episcopalian.”

“Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong Bible,” Dean chuckled.

“Elizabeth, you alright?” A voice asked from behind us. We turned, two women coming up the driveway. They rounded us as they stood on either side of Elizabeth.

“I'm fine...Renee, these are detectives,” Elizabeth hesitated. “They say Amanda was— she was practicing-”

“I'm sorry detectives; you can tell that Elizabeth is a little bit upset,” the blonde woman said, running a soothing hand down Elizabeth’s arm.

I narrowed my eyes at them. Something was definitely fishy about these three. “Of course, Miss…?”

“Mrs. Renee. Van. Allen,” she said, punctuating each part of her name. “Would you like me to spell it for you?”

I raised my eyebrows at her, biting my tongue. “I'll get by, thanks.”

“This Amanda business has been hard for Liz,” Mrs. Renee Van Allen said. She tightened the grip she had on Elizabeth’s arm. “For all of us.”

Elizabeth seemed frightened to even speak for herself as the other brunette woman spoke up this time, “Yeah. I mean, you think you know a person.”

“Well, I guess we all have secrets don't we?” Dean said. I could tell him and Sam both had their suspicious about them, too.

“Well, thanks,” Sam said, maintaining intense eye contact with Elizabeth that she couldn’t return. “We'll be in touch.”

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Dean’s POV

After leaving Ellie at the motel to research more into what we didn’t already know about witches, Sam and I went out to see if we could find anything else on these women. It was nearly pitch black as we made our way back.

“Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick. Did you see that victory garden of hers?” I said as I drove. “Belladonna, wolfsbane, mandrake, not to mention that little flinch she threw when we mentioned the occult.”

“Well, she's definitely had a good run lately, gone up a few tax brackets; won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with,” Sam said as he read through the local paper and other files we were able to scrounge up. “I don't think she's alone either. I looked into 'Mrs. Renee Van Allen'. She’s won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months.”

“Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart, huh? Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven we met back there, minus one member,” I said, shaking my head. “Amanda was clearly going off the reservation. What do you think, they killed her to keep up appearances?”

“Seems like an appearance kind of crowd, don't you think?” Sam said.

“Yeah...if they killed the nut-job, should we uh, thank them or what?”

“They're working black magic too, Dean. They need to be stopped,” Sam said, folding up the paper.

I paused, glancing over to him as I suddenly remembered mine and Ellie’s conversation. “'Stopped' like stopped?” Sam shot me a look saying he was serious. It was never like him to think that way. “They're human, Sam.”

“They're murderers,” he corrected.

Pushing aside how out of character it was for Sam, it seemed justified to me. I looked back to the road, satisfied. “Burn witch, burn.”

Then, the car began to rattle and sputter. I looked down, confused, as I took my hands off the wheel. “What the hell?”

The headlights began to flicker. One second, they were off, and we were drowning in darkness and the next second they turned back on, there was a figure, illuminated in the golden light. The car rolled to a stop right in front of a woman, her arms crossed over her chest. I felt for the Colt in my jacket, gripping it by its hilt. We stood from the car, the woman unmoving.

“Ruby?” Sam said in confusion. I raised my eyebrows, looking back at her.

“Sam, listen to me, there's no time,” Ruby urged.

"For what? What are you talking about?"

"You have to get out of town."

"So this is Ruby, huh? Never had the pleasure,” I said, bringing the Colt out and aiming it at her.

"Dean!"

"I was hoping you'd show up again."

Ruby only watched me, unfazed. "Point that thing somewhere else."

"Hahahaha! Right,” I said sarcastically.

She sighed, looking back to Sam, "Sam, please. Go. Get in the car and don't look back."

"Why? I don't understand."

"Hey, hot stuff, we can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks,” I said, making Ruby roll her eyes as she turned her attention back to me.

"I'm not talking about witches, you jackass. Witches are whores,” she spat. “I'm talking about who they serve."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking to Sam for answers when his face fell. "Demons. They get their power from demons."

"Yeah. And there's one here, now."

I scoffed, "Oh, what, you mean besides you?"

"Sam, it knows you're in town and it's gonna come after you and it’s way more than you can handle."

I looked to Sam who suddenly seemed worried. I widened my eyes. "Oh come on, what is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap!"

"Put a leash on your brother, Sam, if you wanna keep him."

"Dean, look, just chill out."

"No...no! She's messing with your head, god knows why, that's who they are!" I shouted, waving the gun in her direction. I was not going to let Sam make me feel like the crazy one.

"I'm telling you the truth,” Ruby interfered.

"And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch."

"I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!" She yelled, stepping closer.

"Oh, I don't know maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank!"

"Oh, right, right. You care about your brother so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?"

My heart sank, praying Sam hadn’t heard her, but in my peripherals I could see Sam whip his head toward me. I tightened my hand on the gun. "Shut up."

Ruby knew she hit right where it hurt. She leaned forward, only inches from the gun now. "At least let me try and save him, since you won't be here to do it any more."

"I said shut up!"

I brought my finger back on the trigger, but Sam was faster as he bent my arm upwards, shooting a round into the sky. I opened my eyes, looking around, but Ruby was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it!” I shouted, shaking my head, turning away from Sam. I could feel his eyes on me.

“What did she mean, Dean?” He nearly whispered.

I ran a hand down my face before turning to him, acting like I hadn’t heard him when in reality I was buying myself time to think of an excuse. I didn’t want him to find out like this. I didn’t want them to find out at all, not until I was already gone. “What?”

Sam took a step closer. He was angry. “What did she mean...when she said you were checking out- what did she mean!?”

“Sam, c’mon, I have no idea!” I lied through my teeth.

Sam’s face shifted into realization. “What did you do, Dean?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. Guilt corroded my insides. Guilt because I’d been lying to them, guilt because I know what I was going to put them through would kill them. I scoffed, shaking my head. “Sam...”

“You took her deal, didn’t you?”

I slowly looked back to him, fear clouding over his face. There was no use in lying to him anymore. I’d done that too much already. “I couldn’t let her go, Sam...” Sam’s shoulders fell in defeat and shock. “You said it yourself...we couldn’t let her go.”

“I didn’t mean take her place, Dean!” He shouted, his breath coming out in smoke against the cold air. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say a thing. “So...what, now we have to lose you? Our plan this whole time was to come up with something so none of us would die! Did you forget that part!?”

“I didn’t have a choice!” I shouted back. “It was me, or her and if not one of us it was you, Sam! There was no way out of it so I...” I stopped myself, lowering my voice. “I had to do it. I have to protect you two.”

Sam shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. “Does Ellie know?”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat before shaking my head. Sam nodded once, looking away from me. “She can’t know, Sam. She can’t.”

“You can’t ask me to do that.”

“Well, I am,” I said. His eyes flicked to mine. “You have to promise me. You won’t tell her. Promise me that, Sam. Please.” He clenched his jaw, walking back toward the car before slipping inside. I looked up at the dark sky, wishing Hell would open its flaming mouth and just pull me under now.

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Ellie’s POV

The silence in the motel room was almost serene. I plopped myself onto the motel bed, a cloud of stale stench floating into the air from the ancient comforter. After nearly six hours of research on witches, my hand was cramping and my ass was sore from the motel’s hard wooden chairs. I stretched my legs out, clicking the small TV set on just as the door flew open, Sam and Dean arguing loudly.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Sam said as he came in behind Dean, slamming the door. I rolled my head backwards onto the wall, annoyed, switching the TV back off.

"What?! What the hell was I thinking?" Dean shot back, yanking his jacket off his shoulders and throwing it roughly onto his bed. "She's a demon, Sam. Period. Alright? They want us dead, we want them dead!”

“What happened?” I asked, watching as they moved across the room in a flurry, Sam hot on Dean’s trail.

They ignored me as they continued to go at each other. "Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead."

"Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook."

"No one's stringing me along! Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she's useful."

"No! We kill her before she kills us."

"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?"

"Whatever works."

I closed my eyes, absentmindedly rubbing at the side of my abdomen, chocking the dull pain up to the two day old takeout I’d eaten out of desperation.

"Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives,” Sam retorted, making Dean roll his eyes as he went to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. “Look, we have to start looking at the big picture Dean, start thinking in strategies and – and moves ahead. It's not so simple, we're not – we're not just hunting anymore...we're at war."

I peeked an eye out, glancing at them in the momentary silence. “Are you guys done-”

"Are you feeling okay?" Dean interrupted, making Sam shake his head as he sat on the end of our bed.

"Why are you always asking me that?"

"Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people. You know, it used to eat you up inside."

"Yeah, and what has that gotten me?"

My eyes bounced between the two of them, rubbing rhythmic circles over my stomach. I was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened while they were gone.

"Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the fuckin' car and fuckin' argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that shit."

The pain in my stomach began to grow more intense. I sat up further on the bed, hoping my position would relieve some of the pressure, to no avail. I pushed my palm against it, wincing.

"Wait, so– so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?" Sam asked, looking up at Dean who was tossing the contents of his pocket onto the table.

"No, I'm not mad, I'm— I'm— I'm worried, Sam— I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself.”

"Yeah, you're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him, stopping his movement. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Look, Dean...things are changing. And the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after...” Sam paused, him and Dean sharing a strange look. A silent conversation that I couldn’t quite place. “Then I gotta change."

"Change into what?"

"Into you,” Sam said after a beat of silence passed. “I gotta be more like you."

I sat up further on the bed, holding my side as I leaned forward, my face contorting in pain. Dean looked over at me as if he’d just noticed I was there. "What's going on with you?"

"I don't know,” I groaned as the pain quickly grew sharper until I gasped, feeling like I was being stabbed from the inside. “Something's wrong—"

"Ellie?" Sam said quickly, rounding the bed and kneeling in front of me. He gripped my shoulder.

"Son of a bitch—" I groaned, wrapping my arms around my midsection.

"Ellie, hey,” Dean said this time.

When I opened my eyes they were both in front of me, watching me worriedly. I panted, the pain just becoming more and more intense as I thought of the only solution I could come up with: "The coven...it's gotta be the coven."

I reached a hand out toward anyone and anything, grasping for air before finding Sam’s jacket, twisting it in my hand before they quickly pushed off the floor, turning the room upside down for the hex bag that had to be in here somewhere.

Sweat began to bead down my body as the sound of cabinets opening and closing filled the room, chairs being overturned, and our things being dumped from our duffle bags. I coughed, leaning forward as I felt something climbing up my throat. I dropped to the floor between the two beds, gagging as blood spurted from my mouth and down onto the linoleum floors. I quickly got onto my hands and knees, trying to clear my airways before my arms collapsed under me, sending me sprawling to the floor.

I didn’t have enough energy to pull myself up. I watched Sam above me as he threw the blankets off the bed and dug his knife into the mattresses, calling to Dean, “Did you find it!?”

"No,” Dean said as he came beside me, rolling me onto my side. "Sam, what are you doing?"

I opened an eye between fits of coughing up blood to where Sam was counting the bullets in the Colt, not saying a word to either of us. He threw the motel door open and all we could hear was the Impala’s engine roar to life.

"Sam!” Dean called after him, but once we could no longer hear the car he turned back, cursing Sam under his breath. “It’ll be okay. It’s okay.”

Blood continued to poor from my mouth and onto the floor, the pain only becoming more unbearable by the second.

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Sam’s POV

I made it back to Elizabeth’s house in nearly half the time it should’ve taken me. I kicked down the front door, barging in, gun drawn at the coven standing around a seance table in the middle of the living room. They let out shrieks of surprised as they quickly stood with their hands in the air.

"Let her go." I couldn’t waste a second. I knew Ellie wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

"Let who go? What are you doing?” Renee asked, obviously startled. “You're insane, get out!"

"Look, if you know about me, then you know about this gun. You're killing my sister. Now let her go,” I warned. “Get away from the altar."

"What?"

"Now!"

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Ellie’s POV

I sat hunched over on all fours as Dean sat beside me, unsure of what to do except pray that Sam was doing something useful. Then, the motel door was kicked inward. Dean and I whipped our heads toward the door where a woman with long blonde hair sauntered in.

“Ruby?” Dean questioned.

"Ahh, you’re Ruby? You wanna kill me? Get in line bitch,” I groaned, blood smeared across my face. Ruby came deeper into the room, making Dean stand in front of me.

“Get back, Ruby.” “You want me to save her sorry ass or not?”

Dean looked back down at me as I spit a wad of blood onto the floor. Suddenly, I was being lifted up by my shirt and thrown onto the bed. I kicked her away from me before she pinning my arms down with her knees and poured black liquid into my mouth. I gasped around it, but I instantly began to feel better. Dean yelled something at her, making her climb off of me. I sat up, the excess liquid spilling down my chest. I looked to Dean, and then her in confusion.

Ruby was panting, glaring at me. “Don’t...call me bitch."

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Sam’s POV

"Go,” I demanded, the three women filing into a line with their hands still raised in surrender.

"What— we— we weren't hurting anyone,” Elizabeth stammered.

"Please, we don't even know your sister!” Renee tried to convince me, but it wasn’t going to work.

"Stop the spell, or die,” I said firmly. “Five seconds."

"What?” Renee gasped.

I cocked the gun. "Four."

"No, please, please don't kill us!” Elizabeth begged. "We were just getting Renee a lower mortgage rate!"

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Ellie’s POV

"Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?" Ruby said to Dean.

"You...saved my life,” I said, confused as I sat on the end of the bed.

"Don't mention it."

"What was that stuff, anyway?” Dean asked.

“God, it was ass,” I shivered and then thought about it. “It tasted like ass."

"It's called witchcraft, short bus.” Ruby turned, leaving the motel through the broken door.

"You're the short bus...” Dean called after her but Ruby didn’t turn back. Dean’s voice immediately grew quieter at his comeback. “Short bus."

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Sam’s POV

The women weren’t giving me much to work with and I was pretty sure Ellie that if Ellie weren’t dead already, she would be soon. I gripped the gun, trying to clear my head as I analyzed the women, recalling what I knew about them.

"Okay, maybe it's not you,” I said, beginning at the front of the line with Elizabeth. I trailed the gun to Renee next, “—or you.” That left me with one option: Tammi Benton. The one out of the group we hadn’t been able to dig up much on. I cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe it's you."

Tammi’s eyes widened as Elizabeth and Renee looked to her in fear. "I don't even know what he's talking about. What are you even talking about?!"

"I mean, all of you, everyone in your little coven, you've all had runs of good fortune. Newsworthy good fortune. Except for you, Tammi,” I said, the pieces suddenly clicking together. I stepped toward her. “Now tell me, why is that? You didn't want anything for yourself? Or is it because you're already getting what you wanted – like these women's souls."

Elizabeth and Renee’s eyes grew wider at my words. Tammi continued to stumble, "I can't- I-I'm not- I-I-I don't..." Then, she stopped. Her facial expression changed as she let her hands drop to her sides, her eyes turning pitch black. "Nice dick work, Magnum."

I brought the gun up to her, gripping it with both hands. "Let. My sister. Go."

"What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag? Sorry, sweetheart, but your sister’s lungs should be on the floor by now."

I ground my teeth as I lightly pulled back against the trigger and released a bullet from the Colt, but before it could reach her, the demon brought her hand up, stopping it in mid air. I watched in shock as it fell to the floor with a clank. The demon smiled. "You're in a lot of trouble, Sam."

With that, she brought her hand up, sending me flying across the room and pinning me to the far wall. I groaned at the impact, watching in horror as Elizabeth and Renee turned to who they thought was their friend.

"Tammi, what's wrong with your eyes?" Elizabeth asked.

"Tammi, what are you doing?" Renee gasped.

"Renee, shut your painted hole,” the demon snapped.

"What?” Renee said in disbelief. “I- I will— you can't— not in my house, Tammi Benton-" The demon snapped Renee’s neck then, making her instantly fall to the floor in a heap. Elizabeth slapped her hands over her mouth, muffling her screams of terror.

"Look. You got me – let the girl go,” I tried to reason.

"Wait your turn, young man,” the demon hissed and turned back to Elizabeth who was shaking uncontrollably. “Shhh...Lizzie. It’s okay.”

"You're not Tammi,” Elizabeth breathed out.

The demon had her hand running through Elizabeth’s curls. "No, but I'm wearing her meat. I had to break the ice with you girls somehow."

Her eyes were brimmed with tears. "You killed Renee."

"Renee, Amanda...” the demon listed, circling the room like a caged tiger. “That's what happens to witches who get voted off the island."

"Who are you?"

The demon chuckled. "Funny story, actually. You remember all those dark demonic forces you prayed to, when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to?"

"This- this isn't – it can't b—"

"What did you think it was? Make-believe? Positive thinking? The Secret? No, it was me. You sold yourself to me, you pig." Elizabeth’s hands were clutched close to her chest as tears silently fell down her cheeks. "All I had to do was bring one good book to book club, and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass."

Elizabeth began furiously shaking her head. "No, no, we didn't know—"

"Oh, yes you did. You knew every step of the way, and now your ever living souls are mine,” the demon smiled. "Comments? Questions?” Elizabeth continued to stare at her silently, frozen in fear before the demon turned to me. “Hmm, Sammy Winchester, wow! Right here in our little town. You know, my friends and I, we've been looking for you."

"Why?” I said before scoffing, rolling my eyes. “Oh, right, 'cause I'm supposed to lead some piss-poor demon army."

"No, not at all. You're not our Messiah. We don't believe in you...But, there's a new leader rising in the West – a real leader,” she said, coming closer. I furrowed my eyebrows at her words. “That's the horse to bet on, Sam, the one who's gonna tear this world apart. Thing is, this demon? It doesn't like you very much. It doesn't want the competition." I watched as the demon raised her hand and I slowly began to slide up the wall, the pressure against my chest becoming heavier and heavier. I grimaced, clenching my fists. "Nothing personal, it's a P.R. thing, so, buh-bye."

The demon pressed her hand forward until it felt like my chest was going to collapse in on itself. The wall behind me began to crack, plaster and drywall falling to the floor below me. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact when the front door flew open, Dean and Ellie running through, guns blazing. I let out a breath of relief at the sight of them.

Then, demon simply flicked her other hand, sending the two of them flying to two separate walls. From this angle, we could all see each other. They winced at the impact. I looked to Ellie, wondering how the hell she was even alive.

"Three for one. Lovely."

Then, there was another set of footsteps coming into the house. The demon turned to Ruby who followed behind, her hands raised. "Wait. Please. I just...came to talk."

She turned toward Ruby, looking surprised. "You made it out of the gate. Impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?"

"Doors out of Hell only open for so long."

"What do you want, Ruby?"

Ruby stepped closer to her. "I've been lost without you. Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters here.”

I glanced to Dean and Ellie, feeling guilty. Dean was shaking his head, mouthing: I told you so!

“They're for you...as a gift,” Ruby said, the demon looking between her and us.

"Really?"

"Let me serve you again. I've wanted it – I've wanted you – for so long,” she whispered, making Dean’s eyebrows shoot upward.

"You were one of my best,” the demon whispered back. Ruby smiled sweetly before quickly bringing a knife up and over the demon’s head, but the demon grabbed the blade before it made impact. "But then again, you always were a lying whore."

The demon tossed the blade across the room, making it slide across the floor and stopping in front of the alter. Ruby began throwing punches at the demon’s face, grabbing her shoulders and kneeing her in the stomach. Then, the demon grabbed Ruby’s arms where they were holding her jacket, using them as leverage to slam her forehead into Ruby’s nose. The resounding crunch of cartilage filled the room. Dean, Ellie and I flinched as blood began pouring down Ruby’s face, but she kept fighting, blindly swinging her fists but the demon had the upper hand. She grabbed Ruby, punching her twice over her face before kicking her backwards into the TV, electrical sparks flying upwards.

The demon gave Ruby enough time to roll off of the shattered TV before knocking her to the floor again. Ruby panted, blood coating her face. The demon grabbed her by her jacket, lifted her easily and tossed her across the room into a bookshelf. Ruby went sprawling backwards, the shelf breaking in half as Ruby just laid there, no fight left in her. The demon sauntered toward the fireplace where Elizabeth was backed up against. She grabbed a fire poker, smirking at Elizabeth before turning back to Ruby. "You're really telling me you threw in your chips with the Three Stooges here?"

Ruby struggled to sit up as the demon swung the fire poker, striking her across the face, sending her falling back down. "Come on. Get up." The demon demanded, but Ruby stayed down. There was movement behind the demon then. My eyes flicked to Elizabeth who quietly ran to the alter on the other side of the room, pouring out a bowl of sewing needles. "I said, get up!"

Fed up, the demon threw the poker to the side and kneeled over Ruby, pulling her up by her jacket. "We've been here before, haven't we?" The demon looked over at us. "She didn't tell you? Pretty mortifying, I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago.” Ruby’s head started going limp. I watched the color drain from her face but the demon held it up to look into her eyes. “Ruby here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human. Didn't want your friends to know that all those centuries back, you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess. But don't worry love, no secrets where you're heading remember?"

Ruby stared back at her as the demon threw her back onto the debris. The demon stood over her, reciting an exorcism. Ruby clenched her fists as the black smoke began to escape her mouth. Dean, Ellie and I trying desperately to peel ourselves off the walls but it was no use. The demon continued the incantation before she suddenly stopped, bringing her hand to her mouth as she violently began coughing.

I looked to the back of the living room where Elizabeth was sitting behind the alter, her eyes closed as she chanted something quietly that I couldn’t quite make out. We watched as the black smoke returned to Ruby’s body, but the demon continued coughing harder and harder, trying to catch her breath. Each cough made the grip she had on us looser until we each fell to the floor.

I groaned, turning to look back at the demon as she pulled her hand away from her mouth, her palm filled with dark blood and three long sewing needles. Her lips were stained crimson as she looked up, realizing what’d happened to her. She brought up her other hand, clasping it into a fist. Elizabeth’s chanting immediately stopped as she grasped her chest, gasping for air before limply falling forward onto the alter. Then, seemingly from out of nowhere, Dean came up from behind the demon, holding her firmly to his chest as he stabbed her over and over again in her side with Ruby’s knife. The demon’s face was contorted into pain as she flickered orange before dropping dead to the floor.

Ellie stood, rubbing the back of her head where she’d collided with the wall, inspecting the damage inside the house. Dean came around, helping me off the ground. We came to a stop in front of the demon who laid with her mouth wide open, her hand still curled into a tight fist. Ruby stood, wiping the blood from her nose. "Go. I'll clean up this mess."

"Come on,” Dean said, laying a hand on mine and Ellie’s shoulders, leading us to the door when I stopped, looking back over my shoulder to Ruby.

Her eyes clicked to black threateningly. "I said, go."

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Dean's POV

I was outside of the motel room, throwing our weapons into the arsenal in the trunk when the fluorescent lights outside began flickering wildly. I paused, a low humming filling the parking lot. I looked from my left to my right, trying to prepare myself for whatever the hell was about to show up. I reached around behind me for the Colt. I checked my surroundings again when I spotted Ruby a few feet away form me, her arms crossed.

I let out a small breath of relief as the lights stopped flickering. I let go of the gun. "So the devil may care after all, is that what I'm supposed to believe?"

"I don't believe in the devil.”

I raised my eyebrows as I shook my head, shutting and locking the arsenal. "Wacky night...So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to hell, you became uh-"

"Yeah,” she said simply as she turned and started walking away.

"How long ago?"

"Back when the plague was big."

I paused, really thinking about what she was telling me. "So all of 'em – every damn demon – they were all human once?"

Ruby turned back to me, "Every one I've ever met."

"Well, they sure don't act like it."

"Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is: forgetting what you are."

"Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't even imagine."

I shrugged, "No, I saw 'Hellraiser'. I get the gist."

Ruby ran her tongue over her teeth as she rolled her eyes. "Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather...The answer is yes, by the way."

"I'm sorry?"

"Yes, the same thing will happen to you. It might take centuries, but sooner or later Hell will burn away your humanity,” she said. I felt my stomach flip, watching her to try to see if she were serious or not. “Every Hell-bound soul, every one, turns into something else. Turns you into us. So yeah. Yeah, you can count on it."

I could tell she wasn’t bluffing. I swallowed roughly, realizing now just how bad this was going to get. "There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?"

"No,” she said simply and for once, I didn’t question her. “I was surprised you'd made it this far, saving Ellie and all. That was smart, what you did."

"Then why'd you tell Sam that you could save her?"

"So he would talk to me. You Winchesters can be pretty bigoted. I needed something to help him get past the–"

"The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past."

"Look at you. Trying to be all stoic,” she cooed before clicking her tongue. “My god, it's heartbreaking."

I set my jaw, watching her. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"I need your help."

I wasn’t expecting that. "Help with what?"

"With Sam and Ellie. The way you stuck that demon tonight – it was pretty tough. Ellie’s almost there, but Sam...not quite. You need to help me get them ready – for life without you. To fight this war on their own." She turned, walking away from me again.

"Ruby!” I called after her, making her stop. “Why do you want us to win?"

She turned. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them. I don't know why. I– I wish I was, but...I'm not. I remember what it's like."

"What what's like?"

"Being human." I held her eyes for only a second longer before dropping them and when I looked back up, she was gone.

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The Gummy Bear Girl (Supernatural Fanfic) (RotL Full Story #7)

The Gummy Bear Girl

Anna is three

Anna skipped in circles around the parked Impala, Halloween swinging back and forth in one of her hands. Dean had the hood open, his flannel strewn on the roof of the car, and he was surveying under the hood for damage. He had his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, and he was frowning, one eyebrow pulled down slightly more than the other.

“Did you figure it out?” Anna asked, blinking innocently up at him. She stuffed Halloween into the front chest pocket of her overalls until just his yellow-spotted head was poking out. Her pocket wasn’t really big enough, and it looked ridiculous, but she didn’t care or even notice.

She stepped right up beside her brother and mimicked his stance, her hands on her hips just like his and her expression just as serious.

“I think it’s got something to do with the battery,” Dean murmured absently.

Anna nodded along, her eyebrows drawn together and down. “D’ou need’a change it?” she asked him and pressed her lips together in thought. Maybe she could help with that.

Dean finally actually looked down at her. “It’s a little more complicated than that, Sweetheart,” he said with a sliver of a smile.

“Oh,” Anna said, discouraged. “How’s you gon’ fiss it then?” she asked, lisping on each s.

Dean let out a long, slow breath. “Good question,” he said and bobbed his eyebrows. “I think it’s gonna be a little while,” he told her apologetically. He spent another minute standing there, his expression twisted thoughtfully as he stared at something under the hood that Anna couldn’t see. “Alright, come here,” he said and picked her up to swing her onto his hip. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipped it open, and groaned.

“Wha’s wrong?”

“No service,” Dean said with false cheer. He sighed and closed the trunk. He gave a longing look to his Baby and then, Anna still on his hip, started back down the road the way they’d come.

Anna twirled her fingers around and around in the short hair at the back of Dean’s neck. “Where’s we goin’?” she asked.

“We, Anklebiter, are walkin’ back to that fill up station we passed so I can see about gettin’ a tow.”

She was pretty sure her brother already had plenty of toes, but she wasn’t going to argue. “Okay,” Anna said agreeably.

She was quiet and content to let him carry her for all of two minutes, and then she was wriggling and complaining and asking him to put her down. She held his hand like he told her to and was content to walk down the road beside him for another two minutes. Then she was bored again.

She let go of his hand to go examine a cluster of flowers that were growing in the ditch.

Dean caught her hand again before she took more than a few steps, but he loosened his grip when he saw what she was after. “Anna, what are you doin’?” he asked half-patiently.

“Der’s pitty fowers!”

“I see the flowers, Rugrat. But we need to go, so I can get back to my car before some douchebag comes along and gets himself killed layin’ a finger on her.”

Anna was slightly irritated that she couldn’t spend more time playing with the flowers on the side of the road, but she figured there would be more cool stuff to see on their walk. So she let her brother lead her away, though she looked longingly over her shoulder at the pretty flowers behind them.

Sure enough, it wasn’t another minute before she found some even cooler flowers. These were bluish purple, and they had Anna grinning before she even got close to them.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “Lookit, Dean! Lookit at da fowers!”

“Anna, we just looked at flowers,” Dean said.

These were different flowers, so Anna didn’t understand Dean’s lack of interest. But she let him pull her away nonetheless. There would be more cool stuff to see. She was sure of it now.

“Will you sing ta me?” Anna requested as she skipped along beside her brother. “Da down by da bay song?”

Dean glanced down at her and bobbed his eyebrows once. But he started to sing. “Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow, back to my home, I dare not go. For if I do, my brother will say-”

“Did you ever saw a bear combing his hair!” Anna chirped and giggled. She was doing an exaggerated little dance to the rhythm of the song as she sauntered along the road.

“Down by the bay.”

“Lookit,” Anna squealed again suddenly. “We can pick some fowers?” she asked sweetly. She skittered over to the side of the road where she’d found more flowers growing in the ditch. These were the same kind as the last ones she’d seen. They were officially her favorites. “Isn’t they pitty?”

“Anna, we don’t have time. We need to get back to the car.”

“Oh,” Anna said, disappointed. But she returned to her brother’s side and took his hand. She looked down at her little feet as they walked and kicked at each little pebble she could reach. She saw a particularly cool-looking rock, though, and she had to bend down to pick it up so she could keep it. “Wow,” she murmured as she let go of Dean’s hand again. The rock was such an interesting shade of gray that it looked almost blue. Awesome. “Lookit, Dean!” she said excitedly and thrust the rock up toward her brother’s stomach.

“That’s really cool, Rugrat,” Dean said with forced patience. He looked down at her with an open expression. “Will you let me carry you if I let you keep the rock?”

Anna shrugged. That sounded like a good deal to her, so she let him pick her up. She held her rock carefully in one of her hands so that she wouldn’t drop it. Halloween dangled from her other one, his small yellow foot bouncing against her leg as Dean kept them moving toward the gas station.

It was only about five minutes later that she started to get bored. She squirmed and laid her head on Dean’s shoulder. But she picked it back up almost immediately. She started wriggling, her little legs stretching toward the ground.

Dean adjusted his grip on her and boosted her higher again, though. “Quit it, Anna,” he murmured distractedly.

“Dean,” she whined. “I’s bored.”

Dean’s attention actually shifted to her. “You want to sing again?” he offered. When Anna nodded in excitement, he began, “Down by the bay-”

“Not dat one,” Anna said. “Sing one of your songs, please.”

Dean gave her a small smile and began again, “Back in black, I hit the sack. I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back.”

“Oh yeah,” Anna said, jamming out. She did a little dance with her upper body and then dropped the rock she’d been coveting just a minute ago so that she could grab Halloween’s front legs and make him dance with her.

“Yes, I’m let loose from the noose that’s kept me hanging about.” Dean let out a sigh of relief. “You see that?” he asked and shifted Anna to rest on one of his arms so he could use the other to point ahead at a big sign with numbers on it.

“Dat’s where we’s goin’?” Anna asked. She stopped dancing and started to wriggle again.

This time, Dean set her down and grabbed her hand. “That’s exactly where we’re going,” Dean replied. “You see that sign up there? It says one dollar and forty six cents. That’s the price of gas. If you see a sign like that in front of a store, then that means it’s a gas station.”

“Oh, right,” Anna said like it was something she knew but had forgotten. Dean smiled at her answer and tugged her hand gently to get her closer to the side of the road so a car could drive safely past them. Anna waved excitedly and got an amused smirk and a wave from the woman behind the wheel.

“Here we go,” Dean said as they finally turned into the parking lot. There was only one car parked at the pumps, and the inside of the station was mostly empty when they walked inside. The clerk was busy talking on the phone, though, so they couldn’t talk to him yet.

Anna looked around at the big shelves of food and drinks. “Can I has some gummy bears, please?” she requested. She loved gummy bears. They were good to eat and to play with at the same time. That wasn’t an easy thing to swing. In fact, it was one of only a few foods Anna had ever tried that could be played with like a toy without a grown up telling you to ‘just eat.’

“Yeah, alright,” Dean agreed. “But go easy on ‘em, alright? You don’t need to eat the whole bag in one sitting. You’ll make yourself sick. Not to mention I don’t need you on a sugar high.”

Anna agreed easily to his terms. Anything for gummy bears. “Okay!” she squeaked. She pulled on her brother’s hand so he would follow her to the candy aisle. “Wow,” she breathed in awe. The sight of all that delicious candy all in one place never failed to amaze her.

“Just the gummy bears, Runt,” Dean said. It was like he could read her mind sometimes. “Come on.” He picked a bag of them up for her and then lifted her up again to rest on his hip. Anna clutched Halloween to her chest as they approached the counter up front.

“Hi,” Dean said and put on a charming smile.

“Hi,” the clerk responded dully. He didn’t seem impressed by Dean’s charisma in the slightest. He just scanned the bag of candy and slid it back towards Dean, looking bored at best and annoyed at worst. He recited the total price and looked dully at Dean, who’s smile faded.

“My car stalled out,” he said while pulling out the money to pay for the gummy bears. “Just a ways down the road. And I don’t have service out here. You got a way I can call a tow?”

The clerk gave a put-upon sigh. “Fine,” he said. “Come around back, we’ve got a landline.”

Dean nodded gratefully. “Thanks, man,” he said and handed his sister her bag of candy.

“Fanks, Mister,” Anna repeated and started pulling the top of the candy bag. But she couldn’t get it open. She tried putting it in Halloween’s arms, but he didn’t have any more luck than she’d had. “Here go,” she said and gave it to Dean. “Can you open dem, pease?”

“Wait til we get to the car,” Dean requested.

Anna made a face and looked back down at her gummy bears as Dean stuffed the bag in his pocket. That was so not cool– waving them in her face like that and then taking them away again. She couldn’t believe she had to wait forever before she could actually eat them. She wanted gummy bears right now. What if she didn’t even want them later?

Still, she knew she wasn’t supposed to argue with her brother, so she stayed quiet, just murmuring to Halloween how annoying this situation was. He agreed with her like always, and that was comforting at least.

Dean carried her to the back room of the station where the clerk showed them the landline in question. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, just don’t touch anything,” the clerk said and disappeared through the door they’d come from.

“He’s mean,” Anna said bluntly once the guy was gone.

“I think bored is more like it,” Dean told her. He set her down and made sure she had Halloween. “Don’t move, alright? I’m gonna call a mechanic, and then we’ll get back to the car. But you can’t get into anything here. This stuff isn’t ours.”

“It’s da mean guy’s stuffs,” Anna said with a nod, proving to Dean that she understood the situation. She watched Dean search through a thick book with yellow pages. “What’s dat?”

“It’s gonna tell me the number I need,” Dean responded absently. He traced his way halfway down a page with his finger. “Yahtzee,” he said under his breath and then picked up the phone and began to dial, not moving his finger from the phone number he needed. “Hi, my name is Dean. My car stalled out a few minutes down the road from the Gas n’ Sip. I just need someone to tow her away for me, so I can find out what’s wrong with her.”

Anna looked around curiously. She was so craving those gummy bears, but she had to distract herself, because she couldn’t have them yet. There were lots of things around, but most of them were hidden away in brown cardboard boxes or were dull-colored and uninteresting. She started to wonder toward the only bright item she could see– something orange tucked away in the corner of the room. But Dean’s fingers wound in the back of her sweater and pulled her back toward him.

“That’d be great. Thanks,” Dean said into the phone. He hung it up and crouched to Anna’s level. “I told you to stay put.”

“I twied,” Anna told him innocently, making big puppy eyes at her brother. “I saw somefing pity!” She pointed toward the orange object in the corner, but Dean didn’t even look to see how cool it was.

“I’m sure you did, Sweetheart, but you need to listen to me. I gotta know where you are, so I can keep you safe. What’s the rule?”

“Don’t go outta your sights.”

“That’s right, Rugrat. So be good, alright?”

“I will, Dean, I pwomise.” She held up her stuffed frog. “And so will Halloween. Cause usually he a’minds me, essept this time he forgetted too.”

“That sounds good,” Dean agreed. He stood up and took Anna’s hand again. “Let’s go, Cutie, we got a car to get back to.”

Anna skipped alongside him out of the building and to the parking lot. “Le’s sing ‘gain!” she recommended. “Down by the bay-”

“Where the watermelons grow,” Dean sang, staring down the road ahead of them. “Back to my home, I dare not go. For if I do, my mother will say-”

“Did you ever saw a whale wif a polka dotted tail!”

Dean grinned, “Down by the bay. Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow, back to my home, I dare not go. For if I do, my mother will say, ‘Did you ever see a frog with big yellow spots down by the bay?’”

Anna grinned and held up Halloween. “Yes, and he’s my bes’ fiend!”

Dean bent down to tickle her sides until she was squealing with laughter. Then he lifted her up to be carried again.

“Can I has my gummy bears pease?” Anna requested.

“I told you, Rugrat, I’ll give ‘em to you in the car.”

Anna sighed. That was so far away. “Can we get da fowers dis time?” she asked. That seemed like a reasonable request to her.

But Dean didn’t seem to agree. “We gotta get to Baby,” he told her. “We don’t have time, I’m sorry.”

“But da’s not fair,” Anna whined. “I did what you wanted!”

Dean seemed to pause at that. “Anna…” He sighed and shook his head. “Tell you what, kiddo, we’ll pick all the flowers you can find once we get back to the Impala, alright?”

Anna perked up. That sounded okay. “Sure,” she said. “We can make a fowers bucket!”

“Bouquet?”

“It wooks wike bucket,” Anna said. She’d only seen the word a couple times, but she remembered that it was really tricky to read and say. Dean had gone over it with her a whole bunch of times when she first saw it. But she always had a hard time remembering which way was the right way to say the word and which way was how she usually mistakenly said it.

“Yeah, I remember you readin’ it like that,” Dean mumbled. “We’ll make a bouquet if that’s what you want, Anna.”

“Yeah!” she cheered. “I will save it and so we can give it ta Dada!”

Dean winced. “Uh, you know what, Honey, I think maybe we should just keep it with us for a couple days. Flowers wilt pretty quickly once they’ve been picked.”

“Oh,” Anna said. “Do- Do they die?”

“Yeah, but that’s natural. It’s just, ya know, you shouldn’t expect them to last until we see Dad again.”

“Oh,” Anna said, disappointed. “We can show him nest time,” she offered. “When he ge’s home, we can pick more fowers!”

“That’s a great idea,” Dean told her. “You bring it up with Dad when he gets home.”

“Okay!” Anna bobbed her head. The song they’d been singing before was trapped there now, repeating itself as it hopped and skipped around inside her brain. Anna jiggled Halloween, making him dance again. “Down by the bay-!”

“Oh, Anna, not again, please.”

“Where da watermelns gow!”

“Anna, seriously, please don’t-”

“Back to my home! I dawe’s not go!”

Dean shrugged. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. “For if I do, my mother will say, ‘Have you ever seen a toddler sing the same song on repeat down by the bay?’”

Anna giggled loudly right in her brother’s ear. “Dean da’s not da words.”

“It is now.”

Anna frowned, her giggles fading. “No, it is not your song. You cannot change it.”

“Sor-ry, I didn’t realize you were so serious about copyright laws, Anna.”

Anna looked at Halloween, but he couldn’t seem to decipher what Dean had meant by that any better than she could. “What is a copying law?” she asked. “Halloween wants ta know.”

Dean grinned. “It’s a law saying you can’t take another person’s song and pretend you wrote it yourself.”

“Ohhhh, right,” Anna said, again acting like the was something she knew but that had slipped her mind. “Den I am very serious about dem, Dean.”

Dean burst out laughing. “Good to know, Munchkin. Good to know.”

“Hey, we got to Baby!” Anna screeched and pointed. Indeed, the car was within sight now. “Can I has my gummy bears?”

“You sure got a one track mind, kid.”

“I ‘on’t know what dat is, but can I has my gummy bears, pease?”

Dean sighed and set his sister down and took her by the hand, his free hand reaching into his pocket. “Alright, here we go,” he said and pulled out the candy. He lifted his sister to set her down on the Impala’s hood.

“I love gummy bears!”

“I know you do, Anna,” Dean murmured as he tore open the package. “Here ya go. Don’t eat ‘em all at once. I’m serious about that.”

“Okay!” Anna agreed and took the bag of gummy bears. She searched until she found an orange one and a green one. She made them both dance and then giggled as a new verse to their song came to her. “Did you ever saw a gummy bear dance on the ‘pala down by the bay?”

Dean glanced over at her with a broad smile on his face. It felt so good getting his approval that Anna’s own grin grew ten times bigger. She loved making Dean smile.

She continued to bob her head back and forth, the song still playing in her head as she ate her gummy bears. It was only five minutes later that the tow truck showed up.

“Will you like a gummy bear?” Anna asked as a tall, strong looking man stepped out of the driver’s seat and came over to talk to Dean.

The guy looked at her and smiled softly. “Sure,” he said in a low voice. “Thanks, Hon’.”

Anna didn’t even realize how impressive it was that she’d melted his heart. She invited those kinds of responses a lot, so they weren’t exactly foreign to her. “Here go!” she said brightly and handed him one of the best flavors– orange! She hoped he knew what a sacrifice that was.

“Orange?” the big man exclaimed happily. “How’d you know that’s my favorite?”

Anna grinned and bounced in place. “I guessed,” she said happily.

“Alright, Gummy Bear Girl,” Dean said. “Let the man do his job.”

Anna shrugged. “Le’s pick fowers!” she encouraged her brother.

Dean nodded along, looking self-consciously at the tow truck guy. “Lead the way,” he said.

La Fin

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