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humanmoodring-retired · 3 years

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Where’d You Ghost? || Nadia & Sammy

TIMING: Before the Exorcism PARTIES: @humanmoodring and Sammy (the fantastic @chloeinbetween) SUMMARY: Two ghost play pranks and have a heart to heart. Or, as much of one as can be had without a heartbeat. CONTENT: It’s kinda soft, actually

Sammy wondered, as him and Nadia walked into the cafe, if there was going to be a point when he just forgot what walls were. Like sure, they stopped you seeing things, but walking through them was just like walking through air. Someday, he’d probably ask Blanche to follow him somewhere, and lead her straight into a dead end without even realising. But this was nice. It was early afternoon but the sun was setting so early at the moment that the everything had a cool pink hue to it, and when they floated inside the cafe, everything became warm and orange. While he preferred spending his time around Ariana even when she couldn’t see him, Nadia had been right, they needed some space, and Blanche needed some space for her poor ghost spidey-senses. “Is that her on the left?” he whispered, even though there was no way anyone could hear him, being dead and all.

Even though they said they didn’t mind, Nadia knew that she couldn’t spend all of her time `bothering Blanche and Regan, and, after the whole thing with Luce and the mirror, Nadia just wanted to be around someone who understood, who wasn’t going to suddenly stop seeing her, and who wasn’t going to get overwhelmed by her presence. Of the other two ghost frequently occupying… not space but time in Blanche’s apartment, Sammy was certainly the more approachable. He was easy to talk to and he wanted to have fun in ways that she’d never really been able to, even as a kid. “That’s her,” she murmured back, matching, looking over at the barista with a small frown. Not only had the girl judged her for the amount of caffeine she’d been drinking and the odd hours she kept (she was aware, Bethany, okay? No need to point it out), she’d also been really rude when Nadia had fallen asleep at one of the tables on accident. She’d never targeted any of the other patrons like that, and Nadia hadn’t really been able to understand it. She’d been bullied out of getting her coffee, dammit. So what if she wanted just a little payback and fun?

“Cool, cool cool cool. Let’s uh… Let’s show her. Without, like, compromising anyone else’s health or anything.” Pranks had limits, after all, and although Sammy felt an increasing urge to act out to get any kind of attention, he didn’t actually want to injure anyone. But pranking someone to help Nadia feel better, that was right up his alley. At first, Sammy began to sneak up to the till, before remembering that… there was no point in sneaking. He straightened up sheepishly, passing right through the counter. What should he do? After freezing in indecision for a moment, Sammy knocked the milk jug, hard enough for some to splash onto the counter. Bethany spun and sighed, telling the customer to just give her a moment.

Laughing at Sammy’s antics, Nadia followed along behind him, no longer even pausing as she phased through the counter. This was going to be a problem if… when she got her body back. Because she was getting it back. She was. She smirked a bit as the milk spilled, and the frustration was clear enough on Bethany’s face that even a non-empath could see it. “Smooth, Sammy,” she told the younger ghost. As Bethany set back to work, Nadia managed to tug hard enough on the strings of the girl’s apron that it came undone, causing it to fly open and disrupt her work. Cursing and holding a cup in her hand, Bethany struggled to try and tie it with only one hand, failing spectacularly in the process. Nadia didn’t consider herself a cruel person, and she didn’t like causing people problems but this… was kind of funny, and there was a certain sense of satisfaction that came along with it. She smiled at Sammy, glad to be able to spend time with someone that understood.

“Hey! I’m impressed I even managed to move it at all.” Sammy protested, but it was with a lopsided grin on his face. A few weeks ago even that had been hard. For someone who had been so physical in life, always shaping things with his hands, he’d found doing the same thing as a ghost impossibly hard. It was easier when Nadia was around, like there was some secret trick for him to figure out just by watching and feeling her doing it. Bethany tied back the ribbons of her apron, and set about making the small coffee she’d just been requested. When she turned her back, Sammy jabbed at the large button until it clicked… and then it jammed. “Shit,” he whispered, watching the coffee begin to overflow.

“Honestly?” Nadia asked, offering the young man a small smile, “I’m pretty impressed, too. You’re getting a lot better.” They both were, though Nadia didn’t take nearly as much pleasure in it. Sure, it was nice to be able to move things, to be validated in her existence, but it was also… hard. The better she got at it, the more comfortable she was with being like this, the harder readjusting would come, if she ever got to that point. The more she thought about the exorcism, the more she learned about it reading over Regan’s shoulder, the more she wondered about her own survival. She’d already been exorcised from her own body. What if she was exorcised from this plane, too? What if the wrong soul was destroyed? She was jerked out of such melancholic thoughts by the sounds of machinery breaking and Sammy cursing. “Fuck,” she said, attempting to fix the button but jamming her arm into the machine instead, causing lights to blink and noises to go off. “Fuck.” Nadia looked at Sammy with wide, panicked eyes. “We should, uh, leave. We should go. Right now.”

“Oh shit,” Sammy breathed as Nadia made more sparks fly. “I didn’t mean to jam it,” he whispered urgently, as if the woman standing half through him might hear him. “I just wanted to make her overfill one drink.” His panic made a nearby light flicker, and, wide eyed, he hurried out of the store, until he was outside and all his jittery energy did was make the snow around him melt. He looked at Nadia once, twice, and then fell through the floor in nervous laughter. “She definitely noticed that,” he commented drolly. “You okay?”

“It’s all good. This is all good. It’s totally fine,” Nadia tried to reassure the younger ghost, but she followed him out the door all the same, leaving chaos in their wake as they went. Well, their little prank might have gone a bit overboard, but… it had been kind of fun. And they’d both proven that they were getting better with their ghostly abilities, for what that was worth. If Nadia did end up stuck like this, at least she was proving she wouldn’t be an invalid. “What? Nah, I don’t think she did,” she teased Sammy, a smirk on her face as he fell into the ground while she just barely hovered above. “On the bright side, I don’t think she’ll get fired for a bunch of random techno mishaps.” She moved to sit, legs pulled up and arms resting over her knees as snow fell through her. “I’m fine. Really. Thanks for this. It was,” she paused, laughing, “something.”

“No I think she’s fine. Just pissed off, which serves her right if what you’ve been saying is true.“ Sammy ran his fingers through his hair, grimacing as he remembered exactly why he shouldn’t do that. Even Dad, he could feel the texture of his injuries. Quickly dropping his hand he laughed again, smiling up at Nadia. “It really was,” Sammy agreed with a chuckle. A man in a bright burgundy work suit strolled through the two of them before going into the cafe. As the door swung open,Sammy heard the manager apologising to customers for the technical difficulties. “Come, let’s sit somewhere else,” he said, leveraging himself out of the ground and wandering aimlessly to look for a quieter area. Not knowing where one might be. “Blanche would’ve liked to see that, if she weren’t, you know.”

“Honestly, I think she’s deserves a bad day or two at work.” Nadia frowned at the coffee shop as the man walked through the door, but at least the mess was getting cleaned. Looking back at Sammy, she felt a bit of an ache, as close to pain as she could get like this, as she watched him struggle with his injuries. She didn’t anything discernable, just the same stained clothes and muddied boots she’d been wearing for months, and she knew that he didn’t hurt, but, God, it looked painful. But she got up and followed after Sammy, the two of them strolling through town companionably, no one paying them any mind because, well, why would they? They were just two ghosts. She looked over at him sadly. “I know she would have, but…” She didn’t know what to say. She hated seeing the younger girl like this, sad and heartbroken, especially when Nadia didn’t even have to be an empath to get it. She would have had to be blind to not see the way Blanche looked at Constance. Of course it was gonna end bad, but, hell, she wished it hadn’t been like that. “I don’t really know what to do to help, you know? She’s just-- Fuck, this just sucks.”

“It really fucking does,” Sammy agreed quietly. “I feel like I shouldn’t even be around her, because it’s a lot for her when we’re even nearby. I mean, Constance freaked me the fuck out, and she always felt like she was on the edge, like some kind of livewire, but she… she had her moments.” He couldn’t even say anything like I can’t believe she poltered, because he could believe it. Constance had always been… casually terrifying, but she’d also been nice at times. She looked like she belonged on a long stroll on an episode of Pride and Prejudice, but maybe also on the set of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, because of the many knives he imagined she’d have hiding in her stockings if her stockings had been… real. “I’ve always been a hugger, and now I can’t even offer Blanche that.”

“I know,” Nadia said. “i’m worried about her after all of this. I… tended to stay away from Constance.” She gave him a wry smile. “Real bad experiences with redheads, you know, especially ghosts.” The whole reason, she believed, that Cordelia had been able to get Nadia in her ghostly grasp was because Nadia kept thinking she was seeing someone that she wasn’t. “I was scared something like this would happen, but I’d hoped, I’d hoped, it wouldn’t, you know?” But she’d lived with Cordelia in her head for months, and she’d felt her poltergeist. When Sammy said that Constance felt like a livewire, he wasn’t joking, and Nadia knew all too well what happened to livewire ghosts. She wished it hadn’t come to this, though. Not for Blanche. She sighed. “Ghost, right? Good for pulling great pranks, not so much for comforting people. God, what I wouldn’t give to actually just be able to touch someone, something, right now.” She attempted to scuff her boot against the ground and only succeeded watching her foot disappear.

He matched her wry smile. “We talked a couple times, but her whole magic tree house, narnia way of speaking and my rambling and tiktok slang didn’t really match up all that well,” Sammy said ruefully. “I hoped… I think… I think Blanche was too optimistic. I’m not sure Constance would have ever moved on, you know? She had a pinterest of horrible ways to murder people. I just… didn’t think it would be this fast.” He rubbed the spot where his eyes might be. “I tried to warn her, before. Because even in the best outcome, Blanche would be alone. And…… this is the worst case situation.” Instinctively again, he reached for Nadia’s hand, but they could affect each other as much as they could affect anyone else in this world, which was to say, not at all. “But maybe you will soon, right?” He asked softly.

Laughing, Nadia said, “She did sound like a Jane Austen novel, didn’t she? Though, I gotta tell you, I’m still not sure what tiktok is.” But she was fond of Sammy’s ramblings and weird phrases. It was enjoyable, and it made her feel younger. It had been awhile since she’d felt, like, actually young. “She was but… I didn’t want to talk her out of it, and I know you didn’t want to talk her out of it. She felt so guilty about what happened with me and-- and Cordelia. Of course she didn’t want to see it happening to Constance, especially not Constance.” Hell, Nadia hadn’t wanted it to happen to Constance. She sighed. “I know you did. And this… I know. God, I fucking know.” She gave Sammy a sad smile, wishing that she could take the boy’s hand. She swallowed, tightly. “Yeah, soon.” She bit her lip, wishing she could feel it. “If-- If it goes well, I want you to still come see me, okay? I can see and hear ghosts, somewhat, in my body. And if it doesn’t… I’ll still be around, right?” She didn’t dare mention the third option: if they destroyed the wrong spirit, then she wouldn’t be around at all.

“Especially not Constance,” Sammy agreed. They turned the corner into one of the town’s smaller green squares. Not that it was very green. Snowfall had been reduced to lumps of brown slush by the drains, the grass had been trodden down to mud. “It’s shitty all around. Just got to wait for Blanche to figure out if she wants to talk with us, and do our best in the meantime.” His mood lifted when she explained that she’d still be able to see him. If everything worked. If it was possible to put her back in her body at all. All the unsaid ifs they’d avoided these past few months. “You can?” Sammy asked, embarrassed at the slightly pleased tone in his voice, a little too full of hope. He swallowed. “It’ll work. It has to work. You’re getting out all the big guns. And I’ll come see you afterwards.”

Nadia felt so much heavier, her boots sinking into the ground a bit more. “So fucking shitty. But you’re right. And, when she does, we be there for her, however we can.” She smiled at Sammy. “Of course. It’s not, like the best, and I’m a little out of practice.” She ran a hand through her hair, a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t interact with a lot of ghosts, you know, before.” She leaned into him a bit, brushing their shoulders even if they couldn’t touch. “But that was before I met you and knew that ghosts could be cool. So of course I can. And of course I want you to come around.” She stopped, looking down before looking back up at up at him, her face serious. “It will. Of course it will. But… But if it doesn’t-- Make sure Blanche doesn’t blame herself? Is something goes-- she shouldn’t blame herself for anything that happens to me, okay?” She gave him a shaky smile. “But it’s gonna go great. I’m gonna see you as soon as it’s done.” It wasn’t going to go wrong. She had to believe that.

#where'd you ghost?#chatzy: sammy #wickedscontent #//just a lil ghostie feels after yesterday #mostly lighthearted and fun #immo is a blessing and a delight

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Part Three: A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. (99 Problems S05E17)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are outnumbered by demons, but are saved at the last minute by townspeople who are aware of the apocalypse. They meet a pastor, who introduces them to his daughter Leah, whom he claims is a prophet. When she starts turning the townspeople against each other in the name of the Lord, the Winchester and the reader realize they must kill her. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,362.

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Through the rest of the night and to the early morning, you spent your time with a tipsy Sam and a drunk angel, trying to figure out what exactly Leah's ultimate goal was here in this small town. Sam had started to grow worried when his brother hadn't returned home a few hours after curfew was placed. You were tempted to get the burden off your chest about the fight that you had with him, but you bit your tongue, knowing just the thought of what you said made a rush of guilt rushed over you all again. Dean was a big boy, he could take care of himself. But with Cas’ warning that things were only going to get worse with the matter of time, you could feel yourself starting to grow more nervous as time went on. But the man arrived back to the motel later in the morning, catching the three of you off guard while your nose was stuffed in a book.

“We went out looking for you—” Sam jumped up from the couch when he noticed his brother had arrived safely back home. But he found himself stopping mid-sentence when his eyes wandered down to the man’s hands, and taking notice of a substance that made him grow nervous. You slowly looked over to see what the fuss was all about. Your eyes widened slightly when you caught sight of the blood that stained his hands. “You all right?”

“Yeah. It’s—It’s not my blood. Paul’s dead.” Dean informed you and the younger man about what he had witnessed last night. You found the book slipping out from your grip as you felt yourself inhale a sharp breath from the news. Sam seemed taken back himself. He’d just spent a few hours with the man sharing a bottle at his bar. Everything seemed fine when he left. “Jane shot him.”

“It’s starting.” Cas said, talking to you and the younger Winchester.

“What’s starting?” Dean asked with confusion. He looked at his brother for an answer before he turned his attention to the angel that had been eerily quiet. Whenever they left him a message, the angel would be at their side in matter of moments. “Where the hell have you been?”

Cas looked over at the man and gave him the blunt truth, “On a bender.”

“Did he—Did you say ‘on a bender’?” Dean wondered as he looked at the angel with a confused expression from what he just heard.

“Yeah.” Sam mumbled. “He’s still pretty smashed.”

“It is not of import.” Cas said, not wanting to talk about his hangover. You couldn’t help yourself but let out an inappropriate chuckle as you shook your head from what was going on here. “We need to talk about what’s happening here.”

“Well, I’m all ears.” Dean offered as he went to the sink to wash his hands.

“Well, for starters…” Sam sat back down on the couch and gave his brother the bit of news that you had gathered last night all on your own. While Dean might have seen a softer side to the woman, you gotten a strange vibe off her that turned out to be right. “Leah is not a real prophet.”

“What is she, exactly?” Dean asked.

“The whore.” Cas answered for the man.

“Wow. Cas,” The oldest Winchester was caught off guard from the response as he grabbed a rag from the counter to wipe his hands clean. “Tell us what you really think.”

"She rises when Lucifer walks the earth. 'And on her forehead was written a name of mystery: Babylon the great, mother of prostitutes and of earth's abominations.' She’s called the whore not in the sense she is sexually promiscuous with others, but because she's unfaithful to the man she's supposed to worship—God. ‘And she shall come bearing false prophecy.’” You explained to the man as you set down the book you’d been reading before he came in. Setting it down on the table, you tapped your finger to the drawing to give Dean a better idea. “Cas says she has the power to take a human’s form, read minds. Book of revelation calls her ‘the whore of Babylon.’ Whore is catchy and to the point, really.”

“The real Leah was probably killed months ago.” Sam speculated.

“What about the demons attacking the town?” Dean asked, bringing up a good point.

“They’re under her control.” Cas explained to the man. You wondered if the nifty exorcism that everyone had been using was the real deal, but come to find out, she was lying to them for the fun of it. “Fake. It actually means ‘You breed with the mouth of a goat.’” The angel had gotten a kick out of the joke as he smiled to himself. He looked over at the three of you to see if you had found it just as funny, but you looked nothing short of confused, the brothers stared at him with a blank expression. “It’s funnier in enochian.”

“So the demons smoking out—that’s just a con?” Dean asked. “Why? What’s the endgame?”

“What you just saw—innocent blood spilled in God’s name. And you heard all that Heaven talk to try and win over these people.” You said. “She’s manipulating them. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“To slaughter and kill and sing peppy little hymns.” Dean muttered underneath his breath. He pushed himself back to his feet and headed back over to the counter and threw the towel back down where he found it. “Awesome.”

“Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible. And it’s just the beginning.” Cas said, giving the three of you the unfortunate news. They weren’t on their way to paradise, but a one way ticket to eternal damnation. “She’s way on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit.”

“All right. So, then,” Dean asked the important question. “How do we go pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?”

The angel looked over at you and Sam, as if you had any clue to figuring out how to solve this problem and kill a whore. You shrugged your shoulders as you looked over at the younger Winchester, but when you did, you noticed from the corner of your eye that Cas had disappeared from your sight. You didn't know why, but his tactics of leaving had annoyed you every single time, you should have gotten used to it by now. The three of you waited around for a little while until Cas got back. You changed spots so you were now sitting on the couch with Sam as Dean took your seat to occupy himself. Your feet were occupying an empty corner of the table so you could rest the book on your thighs to balance it better. As you drifted off into your own private thoughts, you didn’t realize your odd habit was rubbing someone the wrong way.

Your eyes wandered away from the pages when you felt someone’s burning gaze upon you for more than just the appropriate few seconds. Sam was occupied with reading a book of his own, and Cas was still gone, leaving one culprit for the rude behavior. Dean was sitting to your right in the chair but his focus was only on you. From the annoyed expression on his face, it seemed the man hadn't come back to the motel room after spending the night away from you with a clear head. Whatever you did annoyed him to no extent.

“Mind getting your grubby feet off the table?” Dean asked you. “It’s not very lady like of you.”

“I could, if you just say the magic word—Oh, wait.” You stopped yourself for a second as you pretend to think for a moment before you decided to give him another jab after what he did. “I forgot. Mommy wasn’t around long enough teach you manners.”

Dean wasn’t the least bit amused from the dead mother jokes as he grunted a not so nice word underneath his breath. You retorted back not even a second later. Sam, however, found himself starting at the two of you with the utmost confusion from the sudden behavior that seemed like the polar opposite from what he was seeing not too long ago. Both of you stared at one another with looks, and if they were deadly enough to kill someone, you and his brother would be dead on the ground in the matter of seconds. He found himself deliberating if he wanted to break the tense silence to ask what was going on here. But before he could get to the bottom of this very small problem, compared to what you were dealing with right now, Cas had arrived back after his journey somewhere. The three of you looked down at the table to see the angel had placed down what appeared to be a wooden stick with a sharpened edge.

“The whore can be killed with that.” Cas explained to all of you. Dean picked it up to examine it out of curiosity. “It’s a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon.”

“Great.” Dean said, thinking the worst of this was over. “Let’s ventilate her.”

“It’s not that easy.” The angel said, giving you a bit of bad news. He fetched a clean glass from the counter top and filled it with a glass of water to take a drink. “The whore can only be killed by a true servant of Heaven. Not you, Dean. Or me. Especially not Sam. And Y/N, of course, is an abomination. We’ll have to find someone else.”

“That’s a new one, I’ll give you that.” You said, kicking your feet off the table so you could now sit normally. You and the boys went silent for a moment, trying to figure out who could do the fun job of murdering a whore. It had to be someone who was a servant of Heaven, someone who spoke and devoted their life to the practice of spreading the gospel. “Could a pastor do it?”

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Knowing there was someone in town who could do the dirty deed of killing a whore helped give you some confidence that not all was lost for this town. But it would be precious timing to get David on your side. All of you couldn't go up to him with the accusation that his daughter wasn't a prophet, but more, the whore of Babylon with her sole purpose to turn these townspeople against one another and send the rest to hell. It might clash with the promise of paradise. So all of you waited around until it was the right time. Night had fallen and Cas quietly spent the time tracking down the pastor until he found the perfect moment to confront the man. You and the boys waiting around for a little while, keeping yourselves occupied with random activities until the angel arrived back in your motel room with a special passenger, who looked confused as to how he managed to go from the outside street to your motel room.

“What the hell was that?” David questioned the angel with a very confused tone.

“Yeah, he wasn’t lying about the angel thing.” Dean said, knowing exactly what was must have going through his mind after Cas gave him the speal about being an angel of the Lord. “Have a seat, padre. We got to have a chat.”

You told the pastor everything; from how Leah wasn't a prophet, the things she were saying and her promises were just empty lures to get this town to do exactly what she wanted. The reason why Paul was killed was because he didn't abide by her rules. She made Jane believe if she killed the evil around her, it would help bring her closer to paradise and she could see her son again. Soon this town would be a bloodbath and everyone would be turning on one another. David listened to everything you said, but in the end, his answer was no. He didn't want to believe his little girl was a monster, a whore for that matter.

"I'm sorry, but she's not." Dean told the man. "She's the thing that killed your daughter."

“That’s impossible.” David said, trying to deny the truth.

“But it’s true. And deep down, you know it.” Sam said. The pastor rubbed a hand with his face as he looked down at the piece of wood with a bit of a panicked expression. He knew there was something wrong with his daughter, from the way she was manipulating people and pointing out sinners. Telling his friends that the only way to get rid of them was to commit murder. “Look, we get it—it’s too much. But if you don’t do this, she’s going to kill a lot of people and damn the rest to Hell.”

“It’s just….” David spoke up, but he found himself growing quiet for a moment when Dean grabbed the stake up from the table and letting it linger in his gaze, as if the oldest Winchester wanted him to grab it. But he refused. “Why does it have to be me?”

“You’re a servant of Heaven.” Cas told the man.

“And you’re an angel.” David tried to argue with him.

Cas looked at the man with a straight face, “A poor example of one.”

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Pastor David had agreed to your plan after he had come to terms that this town was being turned inside out, and the woman that he had called his daughter, was not that. But the idea of murdering someone that looked like Leah was giving him a bit of cold feet. You had to realize David was still human, and with his religious beliefs, it was going to be a heavy burden that he would carry around for the rest of his life. But you had a feeling the good he was about to do would outweigh the evil he would bring down by killing a whore. And if that didn't do the trick, he could always go to confession and pray to a God that wasn't listening anymore. The boys were back in the motel room getting David cleared on the plan as you headed out to the Impala to make sure all of you had everything you might need to take on Leah and her posse of demons.

You slammed the trunk shut after doubling checking once more and looked around the parking lot out of curiosity. It was empty, all except for a lonely angel who start on a bench with a nasty headache after his bender that he was probably regretting right about now. You looked inside the Impala to see the pill bottle you kept after downing a few from your shoulder injury. Grabbing the bottle, you warned the angel as you tossed it to him, and without fail, he got it.

“How many should I take?” He asked as he tried to read the instructions.

“You? I suggest you down the whole bottle. Best medical advice I can give.” You said, shrugging your shoulders when the angel thanked you. You knew he probably didn’t want to talk about it, but you decided to ease the conversation, and letting him know that he wasn’t alone. “I’ve been there. I know a thing or two about deadbeat dads from John. Hell, I'm an expert on parents who screw things up and leave you with the mess. Can’t talk to ‘em. Can’t ask them for help...I know that a little too well."

Silence fell between the both of you for a moment as you crossed your arms over your chest. You observed Cas from the corner of your eye to see that he was thought his own thought, as if he hadn't been doing that enough. When the both of you made eye contact, you gave him a smile, as if letting him know your offer was still on the table. Instead, the angel asked you a question. "How do you and the Winchesters do it?"

“I would say alcohol, but you clearly can’t handle yours.” You tried to crack a joke, but neither one of you made the attempt at cracking a smile. You found yourself pondering on the question. You weren’t handling anything well from your actions over the few weeks between the fighting and reckless behavior. But, like always, you bottled up your emotions and fears, deciding to instead live in the moment before it caught all up to you when you were alone. “On a good day you get to kill a whore.”

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The promises of paradise would be those who had a soul that was pure, and would be willing to track down the sinners who deserved to die. Most of the town was completely empty and taking cover in the basement level of the church as Leah had her followers roundup whoever thought the angels thought were good enough for their after party. You just needed to get her alone for a chance of survival. Much as the boys protested the idea, you decided to throw yourself as the bait. All it took was some sweet talk before you got her cornered and have David shove the stake in her chest where it belonged. You found her with her followers getting ready with their guns and holy water, getting ready to fight a war that would never come. It took only a little bit of acting for Leah to become convinced that you had wanted to talk to her alone, about the little conversation you had before.

“I’ve been thinking about the conversation we had yesterday.” You started off the conversation as Leah lead you to a small office you lead her into that wasn't too far away from the room with all her followers. She shut the door behind you, giving you a bit of privacy as you let out a deep breath. She gave you a curious expression, wondering what you were doing here. You only needed to get her here, and then the plan would be placed into action. "And I think you're right."

“About choosing a side you’re willing to fight for, Y/N?” Leah wondered. You nodded your head, and with that response, her lips stretched into a smile at what she thought was about to be accomplished with you. “You're going to make Father very proud. You've saved yourself in paradise for doing this.”

“I have just one question. Isn't it a sin to pretend you're a prophet when you're not? Because the father you've been preaching about hasn't been ours, sister. I guess that makes you nothing but a whore. Right?” You presumed. Leah’s face fell from the term that you had called her, not only did she realized you had found out who she was, but you used the term on her that she didn't quite get used to. “And don't worry about little old me. I saved myself a comfy spot in sweet paradise. It doesn't matter which team I'm rooting for. Because you see, there's a new player in town. And I’m gonna make sure things go my way.”

Before Leah could make her grand escape, you tried grabbing her arm to pin her in place when David came into view with the stake. But the whore seemed to have proved herself superior. You could feel yourself being flung across the room and to a corner where you felt a wall cushion your fall. But Cas was here to save the day. He grabbed her and tried to pin her in place to give the pastor a better view. Leah tried her hardest to plead her way out of this. But he knew the truth.

“Daddy!” She pleaded with him. “Don't hurt me!”

“Gedion, now!” Sam ordered.

David went for the move, but Leah had a few tricks up her sleeve. Chanting what sounded to be an echonican spell underneath her breath, Cas groaned in pain at what she done to him and fell to the floor, and just as the boys went in for her, she only needed to wave her arm before the Winchesters and David were thrown to the floor, giving her a chance to make a run for it. You spotted the stake on the ground. Before you could think it over, your instincts came in, you snatched it from the ground and began racing after her, despite the voices calling your name. You were playing for both sides, there had to be a way this would work.

You chased after Leah until she headed back to the basement where she would be safe with all of her followers to help keep her safe. “Help!” She cried out like a damsel she was pretending to be. “She's a demon!”

Well, she wasn't lying about that. You tried to get your way at her, but before you could, you felt Rob tackle you to the ground, making you lose your grip with the stake. If he wanted a fight, you would give him one. You swung your arm up and punched him hard enough to make the man tumble off of you, and before he could make another move when he got up, you quickly kicked him in the head before he got the chance to try and pull a move. You managed to push yourself to your feet and saw Leah was about to give the instructions to burn this place down the ground, with added storage in the closet. Before someone could light the fuse, Sam took Jane down. Which only left Leah, wherever she was.

You quickly looked over your shoulder to see Dean had tried to get the stake, but before he could, was knocked down to the floor. You made one more last attempt, before you could even reach it, you felt a sharp pain hit the back of your head after Leah made sure you were very far away when she threw you across the room without lifting a finger. It didn't mean Dean was going to stop himself from trying one last time, Leah found it amusing.

“Please. Like you're a servant of Heaven.” Leah said in a mocking tone as he bent down to straddle the man. She got up and close in his face to make him feel inferior. “This is why my team’s gonna win. You’re the great vessel? You’re pathetic, self-hating, and faithless. It’s the end of the world. And you’re just gonna sit back and watch it happen.”

Dean didn't listen to what she said. He swung up an arm and punched her when she was least expecting the move, giving him the advantage of grabbing the stake and shoving it into her chest. He gave her a smirk, pushing it even deeper to prove his point. “Don't be so sure, whore.”

The oldest Winchester moved the body off of him and got out of the way before the effects started to take place. You watched as Leah’s body began to shake violently as the stake caught fire. You quickly shielded your face when it suddenly exploded, leaving a gaping hole in her wound. You slowly lowered your arm to see she was dead. A sigh of relief had fell from your mouth to a know this was done, but it only brought confusion from everyone who had witnessed the scene.

“But…I don’t understand.” Jane whispered, her voice broke the silent air that fell between all of you. “How are we supposed to get to paradise now?”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to her as you slowly got yourself up from the ground, wincing slightly at the pain starting to settle from your head down to your back. “Pretty sure you’re headed in a different direction.”

You looked at Leah's body for a second or two, knowing part of her plan had worked, a few people were going straight down to the pit after committing the crimes they did. There was no freeing themselves from the deadly sin of murder. But that was their own problem. You had a wounded angel and a beat up pastor on your hands. Each brother helped them outside as you busted through the emergency exit you spotted that lead you directly to the parking lot. You lead the small crowd as you quickly opened up the backseat door for the boys. Even with your distance just a few feet ahead of them, Sam saw what happened back there, and he wanted some answers for the thing that his brother could do.

“Dean, how did you do that?” Sam asked as he got David up to the top of the staircase and following behind the older man. Dean, however, pretended to be not sure what he meant by that. “Kill her.”

“Long run of luck held out, I guess.” Dean said, putting the blame for a weak excuse.

“Last I checked, she could only be ganked by a servant of Heaven.” Sam noted.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you?” Dean wondered. “I saw a shot. I went for it.”

You stepped out of the way for the boys to shove Cas and David into the back, giving you little room to squeeze. But it would have to do for now. You were about to get yourself into the side with Cas, but you found yourself stopping, wondering if your biggest fear was about to come true. You stopped the oldest Winchester from getting into the driver's side from the question that you asked him out of the blue.

“Are you gonna do something stupid?” You asked him. Dean looked at you with a confused expression, not sure what you meant by that. “Like Michael stupid.”

“Come on, Y/N.” Dean said. “Give me a break.”

You rolled your eyes and got yourself into the backseat of the car without another word and slammed the door shut behind you. There was no way he could have done it without having just a thought about saying yes. Which meant you had no choice left. You had go through with your plan.

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