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THIS IS BASED OFF A TIKTOK I SAW BUT IMAGINE THIS IF YOU WERE THE BOYS’ YOUNGER SIBLING
Dean: Hey kiddo, how was school?
Y/n: it was good i met a boy today!
Dean: …
Sam: …
Dean: oh yeah? what uhh what was this boy’s name?
Y/n: his name was michael and he told me he likes me!
Dean & Sam *panic*: …
Y/n: we held hands and everything!
Dean & Sam: *look to each other* YOU HELD HANDS???!?!?!??
Y/n: yeah :D
Dean: oh no, oh my god, Sam..you know what we have to do…
Sam: agreed.
Dean & Sam: *grab Y/n and carry them to the sink, and stick their hands under the faucet*
Dean: SANITIZE! SANITIZE!
Y/n: *uncontrollable laugher* no! it was only for like five minutes!
Sam: Five whole minutes!!!! This calls for the holy water…
Y/n: *dying laughter with hands still under running water*
RAHARAHARAHARAHARAH im feral for this hc
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kaywinchester · 2 years
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Racing
anon request: I've read all of your fics and I love them all! Can you please write a dean x sister fic where she is a literal toddler?Like dean and her are just playing and he unknowingly says something that he doesn't expect a toddler to get affected by? that makes her sad and she just runs and stays with sam. And eventually dean confronts her and talks to her? Maybe he could have said that they weren't buddies anymore (playfully of course) but the toddler sister takes it to heart?Thanks! Have a nice day byeeeew
Word Count: 716
Dean’s age- 19 Sam’s age- 15 y/n’s age- 5
A/N: a little au setting where the winchesters grow up with a little sis on the road :3 also hello! I know it’s been a while, I have a few requests to work on and I feel bad I haven’t gotten to them yet but ya know, life lately. Hope everyone is doing well! :)
“Deeean, Deeeaann!” y/n’s little voice echoed through out the room.
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s goin on?”
“Can you play horsies wifth me?” y/n asked sweetly as she held up her toys.
Dean sighed “Yeah, c’mon let’s go ahead.” He sat down.
Having a toddler in the Winchester’s life wasn’t always easy. Sam and Dean wouldn’t trade their little sister for the world, but to have John always in and out during the weeks and leaving y/n in the care of her brothers wasn’t fair to them. 
“Okay, you can be this brown horsie wifth white spots.” y/n held out her plastic toy horse in Dean’s face.
“Wow, this one has really soft hair!” Dean said with a little over excitement. 
“She does, the farmers brush her haiwr every day.” y/n smiled. “Okay, let’s go wriding now.”
“Giddy up horsey!” Dean said as he controlled the toy horse next to y/n’s 
“Dee, no. I have the faster horse, you can’t go in front of me.” y/n put her hand in front of the toys. She always liked to have some sort of order to her playtime, a sense of control which she probably got from Dean. 
“Well I’m older, so my horse is gonna be a little bit faster.” Dean sighed.
“Nuh uh! I have the black horse, like daddy’s car and it’s way faster.” y/n argued.
“I guess we can’t be friends anymore if you think you’re gonna beat me in this race kiddo.” Dean joked. 
Y/n paused and looked at Dean with serious puppy eyes. “You said we’ll always be fwiends.”
“I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” Dean shrugged.
y/n dropped her horse and stood up with tears forming in her eyes. Dean looked up and saw that y/n took him seriously. “N-n-no, y/n/n....”
She walked away to look for Sam who wasn’t anywhere in the motel room, which meant he was outside doing homework on the picnic table as he normally would if it was a nice day.
y/n wasn’t tall enough to look out the window, instead she reached up and turned the doorknob with both hands and spotted Sam outside. Dean was quick to watch her movements as he didn’t want to let her out of his sights. He watched as she ran to Sam who spotted her troubled face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam hunched over to her level, looking like she was about to start crying.
“Dee s-said I’m not his fwiend anymore.” she said through staggered breaths, looking up to Sam.
He lifted her up onto his lap and glanced towards their motel room to see Dean standing in the doorway with a frown. 
“What do you mean? Dean will always be your friend.” Sam reassured as he fixed the hair that was in her face.
“Does that mean you’re not my fwiend...” y/n hiccuped.
“No, no. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Sam sighed. It was these moments that he tried to be the best brother he could, he and Dean both. It wasn’t fair to y/n to have to rely on both brothers like parents. 
They each had their own lives to focus on but they knew their situation was different because of unfortunate circumstances. So they did their best to be there for their little sister.
Dean walked over to a grumpy looking y/n. “Sweetheart, I was just joking. You know we’re best buds, right?”
“You’re not vewy funny.”
Sam gave a snarky look to his brother, who shot back at him with an eye roll. 
“You’re right on that one, I’m not very funny.... But, I’m sorry kiddo, can I have a hug?” Dean pleaded.
“Do you pwomise? You’re my fwiend forever?”
“I promise y/n/n.” 
y/n held out her pinky. “I pinky promise too.” Dean smiled. “Now how bout you get back in there, you have a race to win!”
y/n giggled and hopped off Sam’s lap after he placed a kiss on her head, almost forgetting completely what had upset her in the first place.
Sam watched her run back to the room with excitement to resume playing. “You know she’s gonna be the boss when it comes to her horses.” Sam laughed, turning his attention back to his book.
“I won’t overstep next time....” Dean smirked as he turned to follow y/n back inside. 
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jadegiantess · 2 months
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I understand the impulse to make girl!Sam look like Sam but girl carries over to most Winsister ideas but I am once again putting my Winsister OC thought on blast:
Imagine the absolute brain worms that John and the brothers would have if they had a sister who looked just like Mary. Like make her face claim Amy Gumenick levels of looks like Mary. I love their fucked up relationship dynamics getting thrown around with a sister and all the gender weirdness of that now imagine a sister who literally looks like their ultimate victim and their ultimate reason.
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thewnchstrs · 2 years
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Malleus Maleficarum
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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
S E R I E S   M A S T E R L I S T
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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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vampzmeel · 11 days
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i love hurt sammy and big sis dean it's so good, hurt/comfort runs in my veins
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I’m Alive
Hey there, just letting y’all know I’m still alive. I always feel sad when an account I follow goes radio silence, and I’d hate any of my followers to think something bad happened to me.
It started as just trying to avoid spn spoilers, but then my ADHD butt felt like I had to watch all the seasons again before I started the new one and...I just never watched any of it. Which is something that happens to me a lot. Still haven’t finished Sherlock and Once Upon a Time for the same reasons. I just felt like I couldn’t get on Tumblr at ALL so...That’s where I’ve been.
Also, like literally everyone, the pandemic kicked my butt and I’m still feeling the effects on my mental health. I haven’t written at all since March 2020 (except for once, doing some story notes, and then my computer immediately self-destructed.) I’d like to write more of this story, edit some of the stuff I already posted, but since i haven’t finished all SPN seasons I feel like I can’t? For some reason?
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msmerrysunshine13 · 1 year
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supernatural shouldve had an episode where sam and dean met their genderbent selves and called it "the winsisters"
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hey! i’ve been looking for @/wayward-winsister’s account and i can’t seem to find it. i think y’all are moots and i really liked their work. wondering if you could point me in the right direction :)
Aw hell I’m sorry I wish I could, she deactivated a bit ago :( her fics are still up on ao3 under SerpentSam (tho orphaned) if u wanna look there, but as far as I’m aware she’s not on tumblr at all anymore
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pretend-writer · 3 years
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[imagine]
dealing with drunk sam; 
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The three of you watched a movie, chilling on the couch and munching on some popcorn, sipping beer on the side.
Except for Sam that decided to chug two bottles for fun. You and Dean knew Sam couldn’t handle alcohol. At all. 
‘I’ll be fine.’ Sam said repeatedly as he finished his forth bottle of beer for the night. He stood in one leg, balancing himself as he tried to prove that he was alright. ‘See?’ 
Every five minutes during the movie, Dean would ask Sam. ‘Sammy? You good?’ 
Sam would reply back, ‘Dean, stop asking.’ 
After the thirty minute mark, Sam started to act crazy and childish. For that one night that he’s drunk, you forget that Sammy is the same guy that practically lives under a rock where all he does is read boring books for fun. 
You felt a pillow hit your face, followed by a giggle. ‘Sam, stop before I beat your ass.’ 
‘I’d like to see you try baby sister.’ 
‘Here goes annoying Sammy.’ Dean rolled his eyes, turning on the light and completely ignoring the movie knowing that movie time was over when drunk Sam arrives. 
‘You called me what?’ Sam jumped onto Dean as he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick his face. 
‘Y/N, get this giant off of me.’ Dean pushed against Sam’s face, struggling to get him off. 
Laughing, you got off the couch. ‘You’re on your own bud. I’m going to bed before Sam starts messing with me.’ 
‘But I helped you last time, you jerk!’ Dean grunted.
‘Y/N, come back. I haven’t licked you yet.’ 
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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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onemillionbillions · 3 years
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It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack, Mary, Gabriel, Reader
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"We're gonna have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny f***ing K!" -National Lampoons Christmas Vacation
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You weren't sure what your brothers wanted to do for Christmas, but you had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't planning on something big, especially after Thanksgiving, but that is a story for another day.
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"This one looks good." Dean said, pointing at a small tree as you, him, and Sam were walking through the rows.
"You do realize we have a four by four foot area set for the tree, right?" You replied, "This isn't a quick one day and done thing. It's gonna be up for the better part of a month."
"Hey," Sam caught your attention, "What about this one?" He pointed at a perfectly sized tree, that you loved.
"Yes!" You squealed.
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Jack and you were happily putting ornaments on the tree, Mary was hanging stockings, Cas was putting up your various trinkets, Sam and Dean were silently putting lights around the bunker, and Gabriel was trying to convince you to put a picture of him on top of the tree instead of your decorative star.
"But it's perfect! I was the one to deliver the news and there's an angel on top of a lot of trees! It would be the best thing ever!"
"We are not putting a picture of you up there. Let it go." You respond.
He frowned playfully, but went back to decorating.
You walked over towards Cas, where the box that held your Nativity set was. You felt his eyes on you as you pulled the pieces out.
"Y/N, you must know those figures are highly inaccurate," Castiel noted as he saw the pale faces painted on the figurines of Mary, Joseph, Jesus, the kings, and the shepherd, "The Holy Family were from Israel, and so were the others present at the birth. None of them were Caucasian."
"I know Cas, but these have been put under a tree every year for longer than I've been alive, so I think it would be rude to not do it this year."
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After decorations were all up, everyone gathered around the T.V. as you prepared the best Christmas movie in the world, in your opinion.
"How much you wanna bet she's getting 'Love Actually' set up?" Dean whispered to Sam, just as you turned around.
"I hope not much, because I have something much better in store." You said.
The screen flicked to life, and the song started up as you sat down next to Jack in the couch.
"Christmas vacation... Christmas vacation..."
"Is everyone ready to laugh their heads off?" You laughed as the cartoon Santa appeared on screen, unaware of the pain that was in store for him.
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(a/n: yes I am saying that Christmas Vacation is the best Christmas movie, as well as the funniest. That includes Home Alone, A Christmas Story, and Elf. You cannot change my mind.)
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wings-n-tings · 4 years
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In my time of dying
Characters: win!sister x reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, azazel (mentioned)
This is based on the episode. Of course I changed up some things to fit the narrative.
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I’m pinned against the wall along with Sam and Dean. Azazel was crushing Deans insides until dad was able to take control and release us. Sam was able to move faster than me to get to the colt but that was when azazel took control once again. “You kill me, you kill daddy” yellow eyes growled.
“I know” said Sam as he aimed the colt at dads leg and pulled the trigger.
I crawled over to Dean as he fell to the floor and Sam went to dad as he screamed in pain begging Sam to shoot him in the heart and kill azazel. All the while Dean is begging Sam not to do it. I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen in fear while Sam was looking conflicted. I didn’t want my dad to die. He may have been pretty messed up growing up but I didn’t want him to die.
Suddenly a puff of black smoke erupted from dads mouth as the demon left his body. Dean and dad are in pretty bad shape so Sam and I helped them to the car. “Sam we need to get them to a hospital. Deans injuries are too severe!” I exclaim. Dean and I sat in the back seat and I was trying my best to clean the blood from his face. “I know, (y/n), I’m going as fast as I can-”
Unexpectly, all I could see was black. My entire body hurt and my chest was burning. I was trying to inhale but my lungs weren’t functioning. Then everything was quiet.
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Coming to I realized I was laying in a hospital bed. Climbing out I started walking out the room and down the hall. I tried talking to some people but they ignored me so I raised my voice at them. “Hello?! Can’t you hear me speaking to you?? Hello!” I waved my hand in front of someone’s face but they couldn’t even see me.
Why is everyone ignoring me? I stopped trying to get their attention and just started roaming the hallways trying to find my brothers. As I got closer I heard a familiar voice. It was Sam. I ran following his voice while looking in each room until I found him leaning over Dean who was hooked onto a breathing machine. Dean was in rough shape and I heard Sam sniffle. Realizing how much pain Sam is in broke my heart so I walked next to him to try to bring him a little comfort.
“Dean will pull through Sammy. It’s okay.” I told him but he didn’t hear me. “Sammy?” I called to him trying to get his attention, but like those people from earlier he didn’t see me. What is wrong with everyone?
“She’s gone Dean.” He sobbed softly to Deans limp body. “Who’s gone, Sam?” I was asking more to my self than Sam, however he still didn’t hear me. “Sam! Who are you talking about?” I ask almost yelling this time. My voice cracked as I was speaking feeling the fear of what may be, yet still he doesn’t hear me. The despair in his eyes is tormenting me.
“Sam my, please look at me. I’m right here just look at me.” I and basically begged him at this point while he is grieving. “SAM!” getting a bit angry I acted on impulse and hit a cup of water to the ground which finally grabbed Sam’s attention. “Sorry sam. I didn’t meant to-“
“Dean?” He said. “What? No Sam it’s me your baby sister standing right in front of you, please look at me.” I pleaded as tears of frustration rolled down my face.
“Excuse me sir,” you turned to see a doctor standing in the doorway at the same time Sam did. “We need you to come and identify the body and sign some paperwork for her to be released to your family.”
A body? Are they talking about my body? Could I possibly be dead? I need to follow them. I need to know if they’re talking about me. Could I really be dead? I can’t be I’m right here.
Following closely behind Sam and the doctor you arrived to the morgue. While the doctor was looking for the correct locker Sam was signing some release forms. I didn’t wanna believe what I might’ve already known. Hearing the doctor open one of the lockers, Sam’s heart broke all over again seeing his baby sister’s lifeless body on the table.
In that moment of seeing my own dead body everything came back. The demon, the car, the truck. I remember getting in the car but I don’t remember ever getting out. I remember hearing tires screeching, then the agonizing pain my entire body was in and my lungs burning, and just before the darkness I hear the click of the colt.
I’m dead
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kaywinchester · 2 years
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anon request: Hi! I love your writing, thank you for your hard work and time you put into these fics! Anyways, I was wondering if I could request a demon!dean x sister scenario, where dean tries to hurt them, along with Sam. Maybe some protective/defending Sam? Scared y/n? The reader would likely be in their pre/early teen years. A lot of angst, please (hahaha), and maybe a comforting ending between reader and Sam? Sorry if that is a lot, thank you so much!!! :D
Warnings: physical violence, angst
Word Count: 1,498
A/N: wow look at me coming out with 2 new fics back to back (don’t expect anything lmao) but I’ve had a spark to write a little and some free time on my hands. Hope y’all enjoy this short fic! (not my gif)
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Y/n fled down the the hallways of the bunker like she was flying. She never thought she’d be running from her own brother, Dean. 
Except, this wasn’t her brother. Dean was a full blown demon at the moment.
When Sam found out, he made sure to make Y/n aware of the situation, even though it was scary. The three of them hadn’t lived in the bunker for long, Y/n in a way was still adjusting. Now that they had this issue on their hands, Sam had tried to be extra careful when going out and leaving Y/n, most of the time having Cas stay to keep watch.
Cas wasn’t here this time, and neither was Sam.  And now, she was alone in the bunker with a demon, who was wearing her oldest brother as a costume. 
“Can’t run forever, Y/n/n!” Dean chuckled sarcastically, walking slowly in the direction Y/n ran. 
Turning another corner, Y/n slipped into the nearest room which was the dungeon of the bunker. She hid behind a few shelves in the corner, trying her best to keep her breathing quiet, terrified of what might happen if Sam didn’t come back in time. 
Dean’s footsteps echoed louder as they got closer to the dungeon door. He kicked the door open, making Y/n jump at the sound. 
“Lets make this easier for all of us, just c’mon out, we’ll talk.” Dean paced around the room, looking to either side.
Y/n clutched her knees to her chest, trying to remain as quiet and still as possible.  Dean was a demon though, and he already knew where to look. He pushed one of the shelves aside, Y/n jumped in fear and tried to run past Dean, but he was too fast and strong.
He grabbed Y/n by the arm, pulling her back with most of his force. She was dragged all the way to main room of the bunker. 
“Dean! Let go.” Y/n whimpered as she struggled against his grip.
“Now, why would I ever do that.” Dean said with such sarcasm. 
“This isn’t you!”
“You’re right, this isn’t Dean. I’m glad you realize that. I think he’s going to enjoy this a lot more than you think.” Dean’s voice announced as he pulled his fist back, striking a punch at Y/n.
Y/n groaned and sat up after getting knocked back, she led her hand up to the side of her cheek which felt warm from the sting that flowed through out. Looking up at Dean, she gasped and felt out of breath as it hit her that her brother had just been physically violent with her...
Although it wasn’t him, as immediately after she made eye contact, all that was seen was black staring right back at her. Y/n felt like she was now staring at a shell of who her brother used to be. It was her alone with a demon, and that was it, she thought. 
As he kneeled down to do more damage, she tried to block his hands. All she felt next was her wrist being practically crushed in his grip, letting out screams and hoping something or someone would come stop him.
“DEAN!”
A shout came from behind the two.
Demon Dean and Y/n turned to see Sam standing at the top of the stairs. Y/n let out a small breath, relieved to see her other brother who had a demon blade in his hand. 
“Get off of her... Now.” Sam growled as he walked towards Dean.
Dean stood up and turned to face Sam who was boiling with anger. Y/n took to the distraction and sat up, trying her best to scoot towards the wall, and away from Dean. Crawling over a corner in the library and sitting down, she grasped her pained wrist.
“Hiya Sammy.” Dean snarled before throwing Sam across the room with only a gesture. 
Sam fell against the wooded floor, realizing he dropped the blade. Looking around for it, he looked up to see Dean running at him, clutching what he was looking for.  Sam jumped and grabbed the wrist holding the blade with one hand, and pulled Dean to the ground with the other. The two men thudded on the ground in front of Y/n who was fearful of what was going to happen, as she knew there wasn’t much else she could do. At the time, she didn’t realize it but while in panic mode, she started silently calling for Cas. Dean dropped the blade in the process and resorted to his fists. Sam wasn’t getting much damage in, and was starting to feel his muscles get tired. 
“I’ve been waiting for this day to come, Winchesters.” The demon smiled.
Just before he could make his next move. A gust of wind came upon the room revealing the angel Castiel.
While Dean turned away for a moment to look at Cas, Y/n saw an opportunity, reaching out with her free hand and pushing the blade towards Sam. He reached out and gripped the blade behind Dean’s back.
“Not soon enough.” Sam said before plunging the blade into the demon’s vessel. 
Dean toppled over onto the floor, letting out retched screaming along with black smoke that eventually dissolved into thin air. Dean sat up, confused and trying to catch his breath in the process. 
Y/n erupted into tears, drawing everyones attention, especially Dean’s.  Sam raced over and bent down to his little sisters level, putting an arm around her like a shield from harm. 
Sam looked up at Cas and Dean, there was a lot to deal with now. Dean was back to normal, but what he did as a demon could not be erased. Sam knew it wasn’t his fault, but the damage was done and he couldn’t bear to see his little sister so hurt. 
“Cas, could you give us some space.” Sam said with urgency in his voice. He found it difficult to even look at his brother right now. Cas replied with placing a gentle hand on Dean’s shoulder, guiding him out of the room. It was going to be a lot for everyone to heal.
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Sam gave Y/n a chance to breath and calm down now that Dean wasn’t in the room. “Are you okay, did he hurt you?” Sam asked before looking over her and noticing the gash under her eye which was slightly swollen, making him frown with guilt. He wasn’t there to protect his sister.
“My arm” was all Y/n could accumulate before showing Sam the gigantic bruise that was forming around her wrist. 
“Oh, honey that doesn’t look good.” Sam said as he examined her wrist which felt abnormal. Y/n winced as he moved it around to look at it. 
“I wanna go lay down.” She said, feeling unsafe out in the open at the moment. 
Sam nodded and lifted her into his arms, he entered his bedroom and set Y/n down on the bed. “I’m gonna go get Cas so he can heal your wrist. I promise I’ll be right back.” 
Y/n felt her body shaking as she kept her eyes on the door, waiting for Sam to return with Cas, and hopefully not Dean. She knew he was himself again, but it was still traumatizing. She needed time to calm down.
Cas came into the room with a worried expression. “How are you feeling?”
“Where’s Sam?” She asked nervously.
“He’s in the kitchen, talking to Dean.” Cas let out a breath, changing the subject. “Can I see your arm...” 
As Y/n lifted it up as best she could, Cas reached out his hands and put them both over her arm. Light started to shine through the angels fingertips, casting a light over the injured area. Y/n felt a slight crack before she was able to wiggle her hand and fingers without any pain.
“Thank you, Cas.” Y/n said as enthusiastic as possible, but failing. “Is he going to be okay at least?” 
“Yes, he’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” Cas promised. 
Sam popped in the doorway. “Hey, is everything good?”
“Yes, um... I’ll give you two some time.” Cas and Sam exchanged looks before switching places. Sitting down, Sam tried to read Y/n’s face.
“Y’know, he feels awful about what happened.” Sam broke the silence. “I know it might take time, but he wants to talk and apologize.”
Y/n nodded, not saying anything in response. She could help but let a few tears slip, replaying the images of what happened before Sam got there.
Sam scooted closer and embraced Y/n into a protective hug. It wasn’t long before she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. He knew she needed a night to make her feel safe again. Sam didn’t want to leave, or bring her back to her room. So he ended up adjusting the blankets so that Y/n had some warmth covering her before shutting off the lights. 
“Love you sis.” Sam whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead and falling asleep.
Requests are open
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winchestergirl23 · 4 years
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Maybe you should have stuck around
Pairings: Dean x sister, Sam x sister
Word count: 900
Warnings: Angst, John being very short-tempered. 
Summary: This is part 2 of the Winchester Sister Series. Read Part 1 here. The reader has an exam but John wants her to join him on a hunt. This leads to some heavy confrontation.
A/N: To all of you who show me love every day by following, reading, reblogging and commenting, I just want to extend my deepest, most sincere gratitude. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you for your love and support. 
I know it’s been a while since the first fic in this series. I promise to update as often as I can. This fic did turn out a bit more angsty than what I’d planned that I felt so upset after writing it. It does, however, sit in well with what I have planned for the rest of the series. Hopefully, y’all will like it. Do let me know what you think!
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“Dad, please try to understand what I’m saying. I cannot miss my test tomorrow. I just cannot.” you plead.
You’ve spent all of last week cramming for your AP history midterm. John had come home last night after weeks of disappearing on a hunt; something he’d been doing a lot of late, not that you had any complaints. Gone were the days when you’d anticipate John’s return from a long hunt. 
The atmosphere in the house had become tense ever since Sam had brought up the idea of leaving for college. Since he’d gone, things had become far worse. John had become exceedingly short-tempered. He had become very curt with you, having still not forgiven you for not telling him about Sam’s acceptance to Stanford.  He’d often rebuke even Dean for “letting” Sam run away. Dean was always patient and obedient despite John’s temper, encouraging you to do the same. You found that it was best to spend time in your room whenever John was around; not being able to tolerate the way John was treating his family. 
You look at John, your eyes beseeching. You can’t believe the conversation you’re having right now. John had wanted to investigate a haunting in an old, dilapidated asylum few towns over and believed it to be the spirits of the patients. He’d wanted backup and insisted on you and Dean accompanying him. You, however, did not want to miss your history exam. 
“You will join us tomorrow. That’s the end of this discussion Y/N.” John says roughly.
“Dad, I’ve spent the entire week studying. Please! I’ve worked too hard.” you beg, as tears threaten to spill.
“I DON’T CARE. I NEED BACK UP AND YOU’RE GOING!” he orders, slamming his fist on the table just as Dean enters holding two grocery bags. His bewildered eyes roam from your now-tear-stained face to John’s fuming one.  
“What’s going on here?” he asks, setting down the grocery bags.
“Your sister refuses to come on the hunt tomorrow.” John states.
“Well yeah… she’s got her history test tomorrow.” Dean remarks, giving John a ridiculous look. “You didn't say anything to me about Y/N joining us.” 
“I need backup Dean. We don’t know how many spirits are haunting this asylum.”
“I’ll be there for backup dad. Y/N doesn’t have to be there -” Dean prompts.
“I say she does.” John interrupts. 
“Dad - Y/N has worked really hard for this. It’s her midterms.” Dean stresses.
“I don't remember asking for your opinion,” John states, glowering at Dean. 
“Dad, come on-” Dean starts.
“I knew would happen. Leaving her with you, I gave both of you too much freedom. You’re too easy-going on her. She’s turning out to be just like Sam - choosing school over family. You let Sam run away, it’ll be her next!” John snarls, shouting over Dean’s words.
“He didn’t let Sam run away!” you cry out, goaded by John’s speech. 
“Sammy didn’t choose school over family. He chose school over hunting! And Dean didn’t know anything about him leaving. When he did get to know, he tried to stop it.” you finish, glaring at John.
“Y/N!” Dean starts, realising that the argument needs to be dissipated before it gets out of hand. “Stop. Just go to your room.” 
His words are ignored as John directs his anger at you.“BUT YOU KNEW!” he shouts, spit flying from his mouth. “You knew and you didn’t do a damned thing to stop him. You betrayed this family.”
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“Dad, Stop this! Y/N! Go to your room!” Dean insists, but his words are drowned out by John. 
“You’ve gotten quite out of control – helping your brother leave, talking back to me like this. Staying with Dean has spoiled you - letting you think you can get away with anything.” John snarls on.
“Well if you cared so much dad, maybe you should have stuck around!” you retort, balling your fists. 
“Y/N! THAT’S ENOUGH!” Dean shouts, stepping between you and John.
“What did you just say to me?” John asks, menacingly. His face is red and you can see a vein popping in his neck. You’ve seen John apoplectic before but it’s never been directed at you. Sure he’s yelled at you many times but now, his rage is terrifying. You take a deep breathe, deciding that you might as well get this over with.  
“You heard me -” you start, jeeringly but are interrupted by Dean turning to face you, blocking out John. 
“Y/N. GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM!” Dean stresses; his tone final. 
You’re about to retaliate but one look at his eyes dissolves your words into silence. The green eyes in front of you are flared with anger, but you can read the silent plea in them. His temper isn’t directed at you. You’re crossing a line with John and he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble. You hesitate, your lower lip trembling. You don’t want to leave Dean to take John’s wrath all by himself. You start to speak but knowing what you’re going to say, he stops you.
“Y/N, Go!” he says, giving you a sincere look. He places his arm on yours and gives you an encouraging squeeze.
“Okay.” you resign, wiping off a tear. “I’ll go.”
“No! I’m not done with her.” John hisses, his words laced with fury. 
“YES, YOU ARE!.” Dean interjects, angrily. “You and Y/N are done talking dad!. Right now, you and I need to talk.”
You take one last look at Dean. You bite your lip, feeling terribly guilty. He nods at you reassuringly as you leave. You walk away, actively avoiding John’s glare. You consider hiding by the stairs to eavesdrop but decide against it. You’d get yourself and Dean into so much more trouble if you were caught. Dean has just stood up for you. You might even have caused him more trouble by talking back. With a heavy heart, you trudge up to your room. You shut the door and sink to your knees sobbing.
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thewnchstrs · 3 years
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What Is and What Should Never Be
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Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)
Summary: While hunting a Djinn, or genie, Ellie is attacked and transported to an alternate world.
Disclaimers: you might cry I’m sorry, angst, tears, FLUFF, unprotected sex, suicide, blood, near-death, mentions of hospitals, very minor mentions of vomiting
Word Count: 13.3K
A/N: For some backstory context, read this oneshot before you read this one :)
S E R I E S  M A S T E R L I S T
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I focused on the dark road ahead of me, my music softly playing through my iPod mounted on the dash, relishing in the fact that I was able to drive the Impala without having to listen to Dean’s music for once. However, I couldn’t shake the weird feeling I got while driving by myself.
My attention was divided from the highway when my phone rang beside me. I grabbed it, glancing at the caller I.D. before flipping it open, “Hey.”
“Hey, you make it there yet?” Sam asked from the other end.  
I rolled my eyes even though I know he has good intentions, the constant worrying about me whenever I go off on my own is starting to get old. “Sam, you do know I can handle myself just fine, right?”
“Yeah,” Sam sighed after letting a beat of silence pass. “Sorry, you’re right.”
“How’s it going there?” I asked, trying to suppress a smirk. “Dean scaling the walls yet?”
I could hear a resounding yes in the background of the call. “Yeah, being fugitives? Fucking dance party.”
“Hey I’m not the one plastered all over the news for escaping prison,” I pointed out.
“Yeah but you are still wanted.”
I frowned, “Touché.”
“So you got anything yet?” It was Dean this time.
“Are you kidding me? How could I? You guys have me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here.”
“Well, that's where all the victims disappeared.”
“Yeah well, I got squat,” I sighed, drumming my thumb against the wheel. “What about you?”
“Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn,” Sam said this time.
I groaned, my fears coming true. “Nice. Just what I needed.”
“Yeah.”
I sighed, “So, where do the Djinn lair up again?”
“Ruins usually. Bigger the better – more places to hide.”
I let Sam’s words sink in as I racked my brain, “You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out.”
“Wait – no, no, no, no, no. Come pick us up first,” Dean said quickly.
“Nah, I'm sure it's nothing,” I lied. I squinted against a passing car’s high beams as they passed me. “I just wanna take a look around.”
“El, that’s what you said last time, remember?”
I tightened my grip on the phone. I remembered, alright. Plain as day. I pushed the memory of the last run-in I had with a Djinn out of my head. It took weeks before I could go a whole night without having nightmares about it. “I have to do this. I just…”
“What?” Dean asked incredulously. “For revenge or something for what happened before? Ellie that thing was a demon. It wasn’t even the Djinn.”
“I know. But I’ll at least sleep a little better knowing it’s not breathing air,” I said. Their silence on the other end was enough for me to take the opportunity and run with it, not giving them a chance to talk me down from this ledge. “I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“Be careful,” Sam said, but he didn’t sound happy about it.
“Always.”
“And call if you need us,” Dean threw in.
“Always,” I repeated before ending the call.
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The old office warehouse was connected to two other, equally large buildings that looked nearly as abandoned.
I glanced up at the building through the Impala’s windshield when I parked the car. Through the pouring rain, it looked even more ominous. I tried to push away the memories from the last time I was hunting a Djinn, reminding myself that whatever the hell happened was a one in a million. However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared shitless.
“It’s fine, Ellie,” I said into the empty car, the rain pounding on the roof. “Just a creepy, unassuming abandoned building that definitely doesn’t look like a murderer would hole up in.”
Before I could psych myself out and turn right back out of the alley, I made the final decision to brave the storm outside, mainly so Sam and Dean couldn’t tell me they told me so. I pushed the driver’s side open, rounding to the trunk and quickly grabbing my blade and a flashlight before darting to the office.
The front door easily swung open with a little shove, and I instantly had a feeling I was being watched. I glanced around the front office, shining my flashlight over the typewriters sitting on desks and the file cabinets strewn open across the room. I could hear the quiet echo of water dripping.
As I advanced further into the building, the feeling of being watched only got stronger. I shuffled against the wall, willing my shoes not to squeak against the hard floors. When I made it to the back of the first floor, I glanced to my left, noticing the hallway next to me. I gripped the hilt of my blade tighter before bursting through the doorway.
The hallway was empty. I let out a slow breath as I continued cautiously forward, checking over my shoulders every few seconds. As I kept walking, my fears seemed to lighten up a bit. There was no proof the Djinn was ever here in the first place. I was most likely just being paranoid.
I allowed myself to slow my footsteps, easing into a slow walk through the halls. I was beginning to think I was just out of practice when I was suddenly forced up against the wall, a hand held tight around my throat and another slamming my hand holding the blade up against the window behind me.
The Djinn’s tattooed face was inches from mine, his glowing blue eyes pulsing. He began to lift me up from the floor until my feet were barely touching the ground. He slammed my wrist against the window two more times before I could no longer hold onto the blade and it clattered to the floor.
His grip on my throat tightened. I gasped, clawing at his hand as he brought his other hand in front of me. I watched as it glowed, blue strings of light like lightening sparking between his fingertips. He brought his hand up toward my face, but my vision was already going black. I tried everything to keep away from him, but I had nowhere to go. Then, he rested his hand on my forehead, clutching my hair between his fingers and I felt myself go limp.
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A clap of thunder outside jolted me awake. My eyes whipped open as I flew upward. I blinked twice, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. I took a few shuddering breaths, trying to calm my nerves. It was all a dream. It was all just a dream.
I brought my knees up to my chest, running my hands through my hair before reaching over to the motel side table to switch the lamp on. When the light clicked on, however, I wasn’t greeted with the dingy motel room I was sure I had fallen asleep in.
I glanced around the room, its hard floors and grey walls. There was a desk, cluttered with a few books and papers, pictures hanging on the walls. I looked down at myself for the first time, noticing the shirt I was wearing: a t-shirt for a high school soccer team.
“What the hell?” I whispered to myself. I quickly patted the bed, looking for my phone when I noticed a pile of clothes on the floor. I grabbed the jeans laying half hazardously on top, fishing through each pocket for it. When I finally found it, I flipped it open, going straight to Sam’s name in my contacts.
It took three rings before he picked up, “Ellie?”
“Sam,” I breathed out, thankful for some sense of familiarity.
“What's going on?”
“I don't know,” I admitted. I shook my head, turning in circles around the room. I eyed the swim trophies lined up on a shelf. “I don't know where I am.”
“What? What happened?” He asked, concerned.
“Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me.”
“The gin?” He asked, sounding confused. “You're...drinking gin?”
I furrowed my eyebrows, “No, you idiot. The Djinn. The...scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up...in this house…”
“Where? In Illinois?”
“What?”
“Ellie, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me.”
I grit my teeth, not wanting to play games when I was stuck in God knows where. “I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!”
“Look, it's late. Alright, just get some sleep.”
“Wait, Sam! Sam!” I whisper-shouted when the line suddenly when dead. I pulled my phone from my ear in shock before slamming the top shut.
I tossed the phone onto the bed, running my hands through my hair again, “Alright, El. Think. Think.”
I closed my eyes momentarily when suddenly something Sam said struck something deep inside me. I pulled my eyes back apart, squinting, “Illinois?”
Suddenly, the room looked much more familiar. The window above the bed, the slanted ceiling, the cracks in the plaster along the doorframe. I pulled open the bedroom door that led me to the hallway that I knew would be there because I’ve been here before. I’ve lived here.
I can hardly breathe as I take a cautious step over the line from the bedroom and out into the hallway like if I moved too fast everything would surely crumble. I continued down the short hallway and into the living room and the kitchen, but I was alone.
My eyes flitted over the couch, the TV, the bookshelves. The fruit sitting in a bowl on the island, pots and pans in the sink and drying dishes set out on the counter.
I had to tear my eyes away when realization came to me as I bounded back down the hallway toward her room, the second one on the right. I nearly burst through it, but nobody was there, either. I flipped the light switch on.
Her bed was made. A book and her glasses sitting on her nightstand, a prescription bottle. I shakily reached toward them, reading the name over and over and over again on the label.
The sound of keys and a lock turning made me freeze. I clutched the bottle as I heard her movements, quiet yet strong.
“Ellie I’m home!” She called out and I could’ve cried just from the sound of my name on her lips. “You won’t believe what happened at work today.”
I slowly put the bottle down, making my way back into the hallway where I could just barely see her around the corner. I willed my feet to keep moving. She’s talking, telling me something about work but I’m not listening. Instead, I’m watching from a few feet away as she comes into view. She’s still in her work clothes, her dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck. It trails down in long waves just like how mine always has.
My mom is flipping through the mail. She’s shaking her head about something she’s saying. I feel tears well up behind my eyes and when she finally realizes I haven’t said a word, she stops, finally looking up at me and she smiles.
I’m off the spot in seconds, wrapping my arms around her neck, hugging her so tightly I was scared that if I let go, she’d disappear completely.
“Oh, alright,” she says, confused, but falls into the hug anyway.
It doesn’t feel like long enough when I pull away. My eyes rake over her face, taking in every last detail. Her dark blue eyes, her freckles over her nose and up to her forehead, her tanned skin.
She holds my face in her hands, running her thumbs gently over my cheeks, “Ellie…honey, is something wrong?”
“No,” I say instantly, my voice shaking with unshed tears. “No, I’m just…I’m so happy to see you.”
She smiles softly, hugging me again, “I’m happy to see you, too. But, I was only gone for a few hours-”
“Do you think wishes can come true?” I blurt suddenly.
Mom furrows her eyebrows, “What?”
I swallow nervously. “Forget it. Forget it. I'm just...I'm happy to see you, that's all.” My eyes scan her face again. “You're beautiful.”
She laughs and god, I could swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I smile softly as she pats my cheek before rounding into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge. I manage to finally pull my eyes away from her even though I’m worried that if she leaves my sight for even a second that she’ll disappear. However, as I glance back toward her, she’s very much still there, scooping leftover spaghetti into a bowl.
I wander into the living room, scanning the pictures decorating the walls in frames. Mom and I at the zoo. Me in high school wearing a swim cap, a towel around my shoulders and a gold medal dangling from my hand. Dad in front of the Grand Canyon next to mom with me propped high on his shoulders. Mom and dad on their wedding day. Me in a uniform.
I narrowed my eyes at the last picture, pointing to it as I looked over to mom who was pulling her bowl from the microwave, “I’m in the…military?”
“Army,” she clarified, watching me suspiciously. “You’re an army medic, El.”
“Right,” I said. I kept moving along the pictures, stopping at one that made me laugh shortly. It was one of dad smiling wide at the camera with a softball hat on, a bat resting on his shoulder. “Dad's on a softball team…that- that's funny to me.”
Mom came to stand next to me, smiling sadly at the picture, “He loved that stupid team.”
I furrowed my eyebrows, dread filling me as I looked over to her, “Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a...”
“A stroke,” she reminded me, eyebrows cinched together in concern. “He died in his sleep. You know that.”
I let out a breath of somewhat relief, looking back at the pictures, “That's great.”
“Excuse me?”
I widened my eyes, realizing what it sounded like, “That- that's great. That…he went peacefully, I mean. It sure beats the alternative.”
I felt her eyes on me, “Are you sure you're alright?
I was better than alright, “I think so.”
“Okay,” she said after a beat of silence passed between us. She ran a hand over my hair, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, falling into it. “Get some rest. I love you.”
I let the words wash over me. The words I’d longed to hear for so many years. “Love you, too.”
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When I wake up it’s to a picture of me, mom and dad smiling as we sat in the sand near the beach. I quickly sat up, my heart pounding with what I thought was the remnants of a dream before quickly realizing this wasn’t a dream.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, quickly dialing Dean’s number this time. I brought it to my ear, the phone only ringing twice before I was sent straight to voicemail, “Hey, sorry you missed this fine piece of—”
I slapped the phone shut, shaking my head. I knew they weren’t going to be of any help in figuring this out. If I wanted to get to the bottom of this, I knew I’d have to do it myself.
Mom was on the floor of the living room in front of a large poster board when I came into the room. Scraps of magazine leftovers, tape and stickers were littered around her. She was humming along to a Beatles record she put on the record player.
“Hey, hon,” she beamed when I came into view.
I raised my eyebrows, “What’re you working on?”
“My next vision board,” she said excitedly, pointing to each part of it with the glue stick in her hand. “This month I’m focusing on self-care. You know, eating right, working out…I want to start going to yoga again with Myra.”
I smiled, “Sounds like fun.”
She nodded enthusiastically before stopping, eyeing my clothes, “You going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m just gonna head out for a bit,” I said. I patted my pockets, suddenly realizing that I wasn’t equipped with Baby. “Have you seen my keys?”
“Check the drawer,” she said, motioning to the skinny table up against the front door as she went back to her project.
I fished the keys from the table, giving her one last wave before leaving the house. I jogged down the wooden stairs from the suspended house, searching for the car parked on the edge of the property. I clicked the buttons on the car’s remote a few times, hearing it honk in the distance. As I inched closer, I nearly laughed at what I saw.
The bright red Volkswagon Beetle would be hard to miss anywhere. I raised my eyebrows, “Oh, Dean would totally tear me a new one for driving this.”
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I sat across the desk from the mythology professor at Greenville University, probably the one guy in town who’d be able to help me out. He narrowed his eyes at me after I’d mentioned I was one of his students, “I don't think I've seen you in my class before.”
“Are you kidding me? I love your lectures,” I said. “You...you make learning fun.”
He laughed, flattered as he leaned back in his chair, “So. What can I do for you?”
I leaned forward, “What can you tell me about Djinns?”
The professor looked slightly confused but stood from his desk, grabbing a large book. He opened it up in front of him, flipping a few pages, “Well, a lot of Muslims believed the Djinn are very real. And they're mentioned in the Koran—"
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Get to the wish part,” I urged as I came around the desk, standing over the book next to him.
“What about it?” He asked in confusion.
“Do you think they could really do it?”
“Um...uh, no. No, I don't think they can 'really do it',” he said, letting a beat of silence pass between us.  “You understand these are…mythic creatures?”
“Yeah, I know,” I quickly brushed off. “But uh...I mean in the stories. You know, say you had a wish. But you never even said it out loud. Like that…that a loved one never died. Or that, something awful never happened.”
“Supposedly, yes. I mean they have godlike power. They can alter reality however they want. Past, present, future.”
I thought about it, resting my hands on the edge of the desk, thinking aloud to myself, “Why would the Djinn do it? What, self-defense? Or maybe it's not really evil.”
The professor turned to me, “Ma’am?”
“Hm?” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the drawing of the Djinn in the book in front of me.
“You been drinking?”
I tore my eyes from the book and up to the professor, “Everybody keeps asking me that. But uh...no.”
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I retreated to the car from the University building, staring down at the remote start in my hand, trying to remind myself how to use it. I slid into the driver’s seat, unfamiliar with the updated interior, being much more used to the Impala’s mechanics.
I was pushing nearly every button on the dashboard when the car finally started silently beneath me. I let out a breath of relief, getting ready to pull away from the curb when something stopped me. Through the windshield, I could see a girl standing a few yards away dressed in all white, staring me down. Passerby didn’t seem to take much notice of her despite her being in the middle of a busy sidewalk. I slowly stood from the car, walking towards her when my phone rang loudly in my pocket.
In the split second my eyes were off her; she was gone when I looked back up. Unease filled every inch of my bones. A vanishing girl was never a good sign. Regardless, I slid the phone from my jacket, reading the caller I.D. that flashed up at me.
I had to do a double take, my eyes bearing down at the name staring back up at me. My heart began to pound quicker, my hands suddenly shaking slightly. The high-pitched tone that comes again pulls me from my trance and I answer it before it’s too late and the call goes to voicemail. I bring the phone to my ear, but I can’t even bring myself to say a word.
Noah’s excited voice filters through the other end. He’s talking quickly, going on about date night, a dinner he planned for the two of us for tomorrow. How he’d pick me up at eight. It takes everything in me not to cry, already feeling my throat tightening at the sound of his voice.
“Ellie,” he says again for what I think is the second time. “Hey, you haven’t said a word. Are my plans too cheesy? They’re too cheesy, aren’t they? Hey, we can just go to a movie if you want—”
“Noah,” I breathe out, cutting him off.
“Yeah?”
My jaw aches with the force of holding back my tears, “Where are you?”
“My apartment…is everything okay? You’re scaring me.”
“I want to see you,” I said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow, I…I miss you.”
He laughs and it’s like I can see him beaming over the phone, “I miss you too. Alright, I’ll meet you at your house.”
“Okay.” Is all I can manage out. I let the call linger for a few more seconds before ending it.
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He’s leaning up against his car when I get there, and I can’t get the stupid Beetle parked fast enough. He beams when I round the car and at this point, I’m nearly running to him. I crash into his chest, he lets out a huff of air as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, holding me close.
I took in a shaky breath of air, smelling his cologne and the aftershave he always wears. It was so familiar, so much like home. I gripped the back of his shirt, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat against my cheek.
When I finally pull away, I search his face as if trying to confirm it was really him. But as his brown eyes looked down at me, and I could see the flecks of gold inside them I always loved so much, there was no doubt in my mind.
Noah pulled me closer, our lips light brushing each other’s. I fall into it, snaking my hand around to the back of his neck as he holds the side of my face. When we pull away, my heart thuds erratically. I rest my forehead against his, letting my eyes drift closed, “God, I missed you. I missed you so much.”
He laughs, his lips turning upward at the corners, “I saw you two days ago, remember?”
“It feels like forever.”
We pull apart and he pecks my lips one last time, “Well, I’m here now.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat as I pull him in again, my racing heart pounding.
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I don’t mention how strange Noah and my mom look standing so close together behind the kitchen counter as he helped her cook. They’re laughing, singing to a song that’s coming from the radio on the counter.
I tear my eyes away from them, looking down at the phone in my hands. “I tried to get hold of Sam and Dean earlier. Where are they?”
Mom stops chopping the carrot on the cutting board, “Your brothers? That Sam and Dean?”
I pause, looking over to her, “Is there another Sam and Dean I should know about?”
She shrugs, going back to the cutting board, “No, it’s just, its been a few years since you’ve talked to them, that’s all. And if I remember right, the last time you did, you vowed to ‘never talk to those sons of bitches again even if your life depended on it.’”
“Yeah, that does sound like me,” I admit. “Do you remember what happened?”
Noah shrugged this time, taking a piece of cucumber from the bowl between them, “It was right after your dad died. After they came to the funeral, you wanted to fly to Kansas to try to make amends with them or something. You never really talked about it after that.”
I furrowed my eyebrows, “’Make amends?’”
“Did something happen at basic training? You seem scrambled.”
“No…maybe. I don’t know.”
Mom grabbed a towel, cleaning her hands as she came into the living room. She sat in the chair next to me, “When your dad married me, Sam and Dean were…upset. Mary, not so much. They’d already been divorced for a few years. Sam and Dean were just kids, so it was hard for them to understand and I…I think they took a lot of that anger out on you.”
“I need to see them,” I said, sparing a look up at her. “I want to…make things right.”
“Honey, I know you mean well but…you’ve tried that. You can’t force someone into a relationship they don’t want.”
Her words made my chest ache. “I- I know, but…they’re my brothers and…and I need to do this.”
Her eyes linger on mine for a minute longer before glancing back behind her toward Noah, the two of them having a silent conversation in a way I’d only seen Sam, Dean and I do before.
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Lawrence, Kansas
I glanced up at the white house, praying that Mary still lived her. I’d be damned if we made the whole trip from Illinois for nothing. I looked over my shoulder, locking the Volkswagen parked on the gravel driveway.
I knocked twice on the door before shoving my hand back in my pockets. I could hear muffled talking from inside, laughter, too. Then, the door was pulled open and Mary stood on the other side, the smile that was on her face quickly fell. I’d seen so many pictures of her, heard dad tell the stories of when they were dating but I’d never seen her up close like this. She was beautiful.
“Ellie?” Mary asked, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. She glanced down each side of the porch before looking back to me. “What’re you doing all the way in Kansas?”
“Um, Mary, I know this is strange and…and I know I haven’t seen you or Sam or Dean in years, but-”
“You’re here to make things right,” she finished for me. I let out a breath, nodding. She smiled again, holding the door open wider. “Come on in.”
Relieved that she didn’t turn me away on the spot, I stepped into the house, taking in the framed pictures that hung on the wall against the staircase. They were pictures of Sam and Dean in a life they never had, one where their mom was alive, one where they never had to hunt or kill.
I was staring at a picture of a teenage Dean in a tux proudly posing next to his prom date when Mary led me into the living room. I followed behind her, almost too distracted to notice who was sitting on her couch.
“Sam, someone’s here to see you,” Mary said and when I stepped into the room, Sam looked like he was about to fall straight out of his chair.
“Sam,” I breathed in relief, thankful for a familiar face but stopped in my tracks when I saw the blonde woman sitting beside him.
Sam raised his eyebrows in shock, “Ellie?”
“Hi, Sammy,” I said. He looked much different than what I was used to. Instead of his dirty jeans and thinning t-shirts, he was much more cleaned up. His clothes were pressed, and his shoes looked new, expensive, even.
“What’re you doing here?” He questioned but as I opened my mouth someone else came into the room, her dress flowing around her knees, her blonde hair bouncing down over her shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight of her, and even though he didn’t need to, Sam introduced me to her. “Ellie, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jessica, this is Ellie.”
“Your sister Ellie? That Ellie?” She asked, smiling.
“Nice to meet you,” I greeted as if in another life I hadn’t heard everything about her. My mouth suddenly felt dry.
A sudden silence filled the room. Mary clapped her hands together conversationally, “So, Ellie, did you make the trip alone?”
I shook my head, “My mom and Noah, my boyfriend, they came, too.”
“Is there a reason you came all the way here?” Sam asked suddenly. Jessica and Mary’s eyes darted over to him. I suddenly got the overwhelming feeling I knew why we never kept in touch.
“Lets not worry about that now,” Mary jumped in. “Ellie, why don’t you bring your mom and Noah to dinner tonight.”
“We have reservations,” Sam interjected. I ran my tongue over my teeth.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said to Mary who was glaring at Sam. “I should’ve called, I don’t want to intrude on your dinner-”
“Nonsense,” she dismissed. “Now, it’s my birthday dinner and I decide who gets to be there.”
I could sense the way Sam was trying to hide his annoyance, but only bit his tongue, refusing to say anything more.
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“Okay, this one, or this one?” Mom asked, holding up two dresses in front of me. I glanced over to her from the hotel bed. One was a tight black dress with short sleeves and a low cut. The other was red and longer, with a slit going up the side.
 “For you? Definitely red,” I said, going back to my phone.
 “No, for you,” she corrected, shaking the dresses. “For dinner tonight.”
 I raised my eyebrows, “I’m not wearing a dress.”
 Mom sighed, sitting at the end of my bed, “I looked the place up. It’s pretty fancy, El.”
 I groaned, rolling my head onto the headboard, “Maybe I should’ve let Sam tell Mary I couldn’t go.”
 “You’re going,” she emphasized. “Plus, it’ll be good for you and Noah to go out together.”
 I set my phone aside, sitting up with my legs crossed, “You’re not going?”
 “Honey, this trip is for you, not me,” she said before holding up the two dresses again. “Now, red or black?”
 I thought about it, how this would be my first ever date with Noah. I nearly laughed at the fact that it was with my brothers and their mom who’d be there, too. I looked between the two dresses, sighing, wishing my third option was jeans, but eventually took the black one from her hands. She smiled widely, “I knew you’d pick that one.”
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The first thing I noticed in the hotel bathroom after taking my old clothes off, was the lack of scars across my body. No previous stab wounds, bullet holes or stitches. The skin was smooth, clean.
I stepped into the dress, pulling it up my body and reaching behind myself to pull the zipper up my back. I smoothed the material down over me, turning left and right to see it from every angle.
 I leaned toward the hotel bathroom mirror, inspecting the eye makeup mom had done on me. I’d never had so much of it on in my life, but she didn’t do half bad.
 A knock came at the bathroom door, “Ellie, are you ready?”
 I moved back the stray hairs that were framing my face from the low bun she pulled it into before opening the bathroom door. Her face instantly softened, her hands going up to her chest as she smiled, “You look stunning, honey. Absolutely stunning.”
 She grabbed a pair of black heels from her suitcase, holding them out to me. I hesitated before grabbing them after seeing how excited she looked to have me wear them. I slipped them on, praying I wouldn’t break an ankle.
 “I need pictures!”
 “You really don’t,” I laughed when there was a knock at the hotel room’s door. Mom paused before a large smile crossed her face as she darted across the room toward the door and pulled it open.
 I held my arms close to my chest, trying to hide my exposed skin that the dress was showing while simultaneously trying to pull the bottom of the dress down further.
 I could hear mom and Noah talking and when I stepped around the corner to where I could see Noah in his suit. Noah and I both stopped. I could hardly make out the expression on his face.
 “Is it too much?” I asked, looking down at it. “There’s a red one I can wear instead-”
 “It’s perfect,” he said, smiling now. He came into the room, scanning my face once he was closer. “You’re perfect.”
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I had never been anywhere so fancy in my life, and from the looks of it, Noah hadn’t either. We comfortably sat around a large round table, chatting over the tall candles and expensive looking centerpieces. I adjusted the dress against my legs, shifting to sit more comfortably.
I eyed the two empty chairs at the opposite side of the table, figuring that one was meant for Dean but couldn’t figure out who the other was for. When the waiter came around, he placed what looked like a standing asparagus tower on a plate, pulling me from my thoughts. Noah widened his eyes, letting out a long breath, “Wow, that...looks awesome.”
We all laughed and for a minute I forgot how absolutely insane this all was. For the first time in my life, I felt normal. Then, I heard the rushed sound of two pairs of feet quickly walking toward the table. I looked up and over to where a man and a young girl were coming towards us. It took me longer than it should have to realize that the clean-shaven, dressed up guy with the girl on his arm was Dean.
“Dean!” Mary beamed as they approached. She stood from the table, hugging him and then the girl. “Carmen…how are you?”
“I’m good, happy birthday,” she smiled before hugging Jessica and then Sam. Dean clapped Sam on the shoulders before pulling out their chairs. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before Dean even realized I was there.
He did a double take, confusion settling on his features, “Ellie? What…what are you doing here?”
I felt the eyes of everyone at the table now, “I just…came for a visit. Your mom invited us to dinner.”
Dean tore his eyes from Noah and I to Sam and Mary as if to confirm what I was saying. Mary nodded, smiling at she sipped her wine. He nodded, now desperately trying not to make eye contact. “And who’s your date?”
I looked over, grabbing Noah’s arm lightly, “Sorry, this is Noah. Noah, this is Dean.”
“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Noah smiled.
Dean clenched his jaw as he took a drink from the glass of water, “Oh I bet you have. All the bad stuff, right?”
Silence fell over the table as Sam cleared his throat and grabbed his wine glass in an attempt to divert from the awkward situation, “Alright. To mom. Happy birthday.”
We hesitantly raised our glasses, clinking them together as a chorus of happy birthday filtered around the table.
“Thank you,” Mary said, attempting a half-hearted smile. I eyed Dean and Carmen from across the table who were quietly whispering to each other and then to Sam and Jess who kissed lightly, holding hands on the table.
I looked over to Noah apologetically, “I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be,” he said instantly. He smiled, holding my hand in his. I opened my mouth to apologize again when Sam spoke up before I could.
“Alright. Jess and I actually have another surprise for mom’s birthday,” he said, glancing at Jessica. “You wanna tell 'em?”
“They're your family,” she whispered, smiling.
“What? Tell me what?” Mary beamed with excitement when Jess showed the table her hand when a large diamond ring was perched on her finger. Mary clapped, smiling widely. “Oh my god! That's so wonderful!”
Mary stood from the table, followed by Jessica and Sam as she hugged the two of them. Dean patted Sam on the back, beaming as Carmen stood close to Jessica, inspecting the ring. I smiled, coming up between Sam and Dean.
“Congratulations Sammy,” I smiled. This was everything Sam always wanted but was never able to have. “I’m really glad you’re happy.”
Sam’s features slowly morphed into confusion, “Thanks.”
Noah came up behind me, shaking Sam’s hand in congratulations and it was because of that that I saw the glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. It was the girl standing in the corner of the restaurant, just over Sam’s shoulder that made me turn from the conversation. She was wearing a tattered white shirt and skirt, her face and arms looked dirty, and her hair was knotted. It was the same girl I saw across the street back in Illinois.
I pushed past Sam, headed straight for the girl when a man crossed directly in front of me. I side stepped him, but like last time, she disappeared completely.
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After dinner, we all filed back into Mary’s house. Once we were inside, Noah leaned over to me, just as concerned as when we left the restaurant, “So, El, what was…what was all that back at the restaurant?”
I shook my head, trying to figure that out myself, “I- I thought I saw someone. I'm sure it's nothing.”
“Well, I had a lovely birthday,” Mary said to us as she held onto the railing post at the bottom of the stairs. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” we said, watching as she ascended the stairs.
Sam turned to Jessica, “Yeah, well I'm beat. Ready to turn in?”
“Sure.”
“Alright. Goodnight guys,” he said, the two of them headed toward the stairs, too.
I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wait a second. Wait a second. Come on, it's not even nine o'clock yet.” I figured this would be my last chance to really make things right. The night couldn’t end this way, with things still so screwed to hell. “Let's uh...let's go have a drink or something.”
“Yeah, maybe another time,” Dean said.
“Come on. Look at us,” I laughed lightly. “We’re still young, Sam’s engaged. Let’s go celebrate.”
Sam opened his mouth to say something else before he paused, glancing to Jessica, Carmen and Noah. “Guys, can you excuse us? I just want to talk to Ellie and my brother for a sec.”
I looked over to Noah who nodded me on as he stepped outside onto the porch. Sam turned to me, “Come here.”
I followed the two of them into the house’s adjoining kitchen, “What?”
“Okay. What's gotten into you?” Dean asked suddenly.
I shook my head, “What do you mean?”
“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy ecstasy-trip thing.” I knew that voice from anywhere, the one where I knew Dean had had enough shit for one night.
“I'm just happy for Sammy,” I defended myself.
“Yeah, right. That's another thing. Since when do you call me Sammy?” He asked. The question sent a twinge of pain through my chest. “Ellie, come on. We haven’t talked in years.”
I knew that was true, I’d heard it a million times but hearing it come straight from them hurt the worst. “Well, we should. I mean, you're my brothers.”
"’You're my brothers’? You know, that's what you said the last time you were here which was only because dad had died, and you were trying to make up for it by a weekend visit,” Dean shot back. “We may be related but you are not our sister.”
“What did I ever do, huh?” I asked, trying to hide how hurt I was. Neither of them would meet my eyes. “What was it that was so horrible that we can’t even be in the same room together? If this is about dad leaving your mom, that’s not on me!”
“Don’t bring her into this,” Dean boomed at me.
I swallowed, trying to slow my breathing as I realized what I said. “I'm sorry. I…I do want to make things better—”
Sam shook his head, “No that's alright. We’re not asking you to change. I...guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?”
“Yes we do,” I countered, not understanding. “Yes we do.”
“And what’s that?” Dean asked.
“Hunting,” I said, the most obvious answer I could think of.
“Hunting?” Sam said, glancing over to Dean. “We’ve never been hunting in our lives, Ellie.”
I hesitated, my eyes bouncing between the two of them when I realized my efforts had put me exactly where we started, maybe even further back. “Yeah, well, then we should go it sometime. I...I think you'd be great at it. Both of you.”
Dean clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he left the kitchen, him and Carmen leaving through the front door without another word. I looked back up to Sam who still wouldn’t meet my eyes as he brushed past me, “Get some rest.”
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I flopped onto the hotel bed, a huff of air leaving my body as I connected with the crisp bedding. I groaned, kicking the heels off my feet. Noah laughed softly, loosening the tie from around his neck and shrugging off his jacket.
I stared up at the hotel ceiling, noticing how clean it was compared to the motel rooms I was used to. No water stains or cracks along the plaster. “Dean, Sammy and I...we don't get along.”
Noah rounded the bed, laying next to me on his back, “Well, you don't really spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don't know each other all that well. For the record: they don’t know what they’re missing.”
I rolled over, resting my head on his shoulder, “I can fix things with them. I can make it up to them. To everyone.”
He paused, shifting to look down at me, “Okay. What's gotten into you lately?”
I began to play with the button of his white dress shirt as I looked up at him, “This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't wanna waste it.”
“You're right, that doesn't make any sense—”
That was when I leaned forward, kissing Noah softly. I pulled away, our eyes meeting before he leaned into it again, deepening the kiss this time. His hand trailed up my side before tangling his fingers through my hair, pulling it down from the bun it was in.
I rolled over until I was on top of him, straddling his hips, my hands working the buttons of the dress shirt until it was open. He sat up, our lips never parting as he pulled the shirt off and his hands made their way to the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down. I reached behind me, grabbed his hand, and yanked the zipper down for him.
He laughed against my lips, bringing his hands to my thighs and snaking them under the hem of my dress as he pulled it up over my head. He began to kiss down my jaw, then down my neck, my collarbone. I let my head roll backwards, holding the back of his head as he made his way down to my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipple as his hand rolled the other between his fingers.
We moved together in sync, just like we had so many years ago. It all felt so familiar, like we’d done it a million times.
I groaned, rotating my hips against his until he was moaning, too. I looked down at him, bringing his lips back to mine. I slid off from his hips, pushing him back against the bed until his head was flush against the pillow. I reached down to the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it. Eventually, I pulled away from his lips, traveling down his body, being sure to keep my eyes on his when I got down to his pants.
I gripped the waist of his pants, pulling them off slowly before palming the outline of his cock through his underwear. He let out a low hiss of air, bucking into my hand, “Shit, El.”
“Eager?” I smirked as I leaned forward, my lips ghosting over the tip through his boxers. His chest began to rapidly rise and fall the further I pulled his boxers down until they were completely off. I pumped his cock up and down before finally putting just the tip of it into my mouth, letting it slide until it nearly hit the back of my throat and then pulling off again.
Noah made a guttural sound in the back of his throat, his hands lacing in my hair again. It wasn’t until I began to run my tongue over his slit when he begged me to stop. I pulled him from my mouth, looking up at him.
“If you keep doing that we won’t be able to have any fun.”
I made my way back up towards him, “I am having fun.”
Noah rested his hand on the middle of my back, flipping me over until I was under him. He looked down at my underwear, a pair of black lacy ones. He moved them away, sliding a finger inside.
My breath caught in my throat as he leaned forward, lowering his voice, “You know these are my favorites.”
I didn’t know, actually, but thanked whatever god out there that I decided to pack them.
I could feel the coil in my lower stomach start to tighten and I grabbed Noah’s bicep with one hand and wrapped my other around the back of his neck, “Noah, please…please.”
“What do you need?” He asked, leaning in closer, nipping at my ear. I opened my mouth but all that came out was a moan. “Say it.”
“I need you inside me,” I said, looking up at him. Noah leaned down, kissing me again before I felt his cock nudge against my entrance, slowly filling me up as he held my underwear aside.
I groaned against his mouth and he bit my lip as he bottomed out. He panted, parting his eyelids before he started moving, slowly at first before setting a quick rhythm.
My nails scratched up and down his back as his thrusts became quicker. He grabbed the backs of my thighs, hoisting them around his waist as he began to go deeper than before. The rhythmic uhs I was moaning out feeling like they were being punched out of me.
I tried to quiet my moans, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He looked up from where he was kissing down my sternum, “Don’t hold back. I love when you’re loud.”
I moaned again, this time much louder as I neared closer to the end, “Noah…Noah, fuck.”
I was panting, feeling Noah’s thrusts become more erratic and I knew he was close. He reached his hand between us, using his thumb to rub slowly over my clit.
My hands flew to the bed sheets, gripping them in my hands. Noah continued to rock into me, “C’mon baby. Let go. Let-ugh…let go for me.”
It was all I needed as my orgasm washed over me. I threw my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. I gripped the back of Noah’s neck, feeling as he pumped two more times before his body shuddered as he came.
I fell back against the pillows as he slowly pulled out of me, the two of us groaning quietly at the loss. I threw an arm over my forehead, wiping away the sweat that was collecting there. Noah laid next to me, pulling the comforter up and over my chest.
“That never gets old,” he said, his voice low, tired.
I cuddled close to him, wishing I could remember every moment we’d had leading up to this one. However, instead of dwelling on what could’ve been, I wrapped my arms around him. I looked up at him, the boy who couldn’t stand me and I couldn’t stand him for the better part of a month when we first met. I didn’t know how things worked out in this world, but I’m damn glad they did.
“Everything okay?” Noah asked, running his hand over my shoulder.
I swallowed, a lump suddenly forming in my throat with unspoken words. I brought my hand up to his face, holding his cheek in my palm. He leaned into it, gently holding my wrist, running his thumb over my hand.
There were only a few things in my life I was certain about. One, that I’d do anything for those I loved. And two, that there was nowhere else I’d rather be. I searched his face, my heart pounding in my throat, when my words passed my lips in a whisper, “I love you.”
Something in Noah’s face shifted, his features softening as he pecked my lips and I realized I’d never longed for something more. “I love you, too.”
It was all so easy, falling in love with him. I could’ve done it a million times in a million different universes, over and over again.
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When I wake up, it’s against Noah’s warm skin. I blink twice, smiling softly as I glance up at him where he’s still sleeping. I roll over on the bed, grabbing the remote from the table next to me. I click the TV on, flipping through the cable before stopping on a news channel.
A news anchor in a dark suit is standing in front of a picture of a plane crash, “And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424. Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives.”
I slowly sat up, clutching the sheet around my chest as I watch in horror the photos that flashed over the screen. The plane was in pieces, no survivors. I clutched the sheet, talking aloud to myself, “No, no. We stopped that crash.”
I switched the channel, but only worse news greeted me. With every click of the remote, another nightmare story stared back at me.
FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD; Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search rubble.
Nine Children Comatose; Mystery illness baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital.
Parents mutilated in bed: Brutal double homicide in quiet residential area causes shock.
GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL; Mother devastated after discovering daughter drowned.
The headlines continued to flash over my vision as I flipped the channels before I finally switched the TV off, submerging the room in darkness once again. My heart pounded unsteadily. I quickly and quietly rolled out of the bed, collecting my clothes.
I made my way out of the hotel, taking in a shuddering breath when I’d finally made it outside. I tightened my jacket around me, watching my breath roll in tendrils of smoke into the cool air.
I closed my eyes momentarily, lifting my face to the darkened sky. The one I’d spent so much time looking at before, but now it looked different.
“All of them,” I whispered after a while, not even sure who I was talking to until I realized it was dad’s face that kept flashing behind my eyes as I spoke. “Everyone that you saved, everyone me, Dean and Sam saved…they’re all dead.”
I glanced to my left where a man was leaving from the hotel, briefcase in hand, his eyes glued to his phone. I swallowed roughly, “And there's this woman that's haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is- is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. ’So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?’”
I thought about it, could practically hear dad’s voice in my ear. I shook my head, holding back tears, talking to him as if he were actually there.
“But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh?” I was pleading now, but without any idea of what I was pleading for. “What, mom’s not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married? Dean’s not supposed to be happy? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, dad? It's…” I paused, wiping away the tears on my cheeks.
I set my jaw, suddenly feeling like a lunatic thinking that I’d get any kind of answer. I averted my gaze from the darkened sky that only seemed to stare blankly back at me.
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Mary’s front door was unlocked when I came up to the house in the middle of the night. I knew I had to do this, but it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make the guilt go away, either.
It was dark inside, but with the moonlight pouring through the parted curtains, I could see what I was after: the china cabinet nestled in the corner of the living room.
I stalked towards it, but not before accidentally slamming my shin against the coffee table. I cursed, gripping it as I hobbled forward, searching through the silverware.
A creak in the floorboards behind me made me jump to my feet from where I’d been squatting. I grabbed the bat that was slicing through the air before grabbing the shirt of the assailant and slamming him down onto the floor. Sam panted, staring up at me wide-eyed.
I chuckled, “That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you.”
“Ellie?” Sam said in shock. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I pulled him to his feet, slapping his chest, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”
“In the china cabinet?” He questioned before crossing the room and clicking the light on. The cabinet was fully open and I suddenly realized how bad this looked. Sam’s face dropped. “That's my mom's silver.”
“Sam—”
“What, you...you broke into our house...to steal my mom's silver?” He asked incredulously, taking a step closer to me.
“W’s goin’ on?” A voice slurred from the opposite doorway in the kitchen. Dean was standing against the doorframe, one hand keeping his balance. The basement door was still open behind him.
“It's not what it looks like,” I quickly tried defending myself. “I didn't have a choice.”
“Oh really?” Sam scoffed. “Why? What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own family?”
Dean suddenly seemed much more alert now that he’d seen the open cabinets. I glanced between him and Sam. “You want the truth?”
“Yeah, yeah I do,” Dean said sternly.
I seriously contemplated telling them everything before deciding against it at the last second, “I owe somebody money.”
Sam ground his teeth, “Who?”
“A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight,” I said, lying through my teeth.
Dean ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head, “I can’t believe we’re even related.”
I watched them sadly, knowing how much pain I’ve caused already and not wanting to do any more damage. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People’s lives depend on it.”
I turned, grabbing one of the silver knives. Sam and Dean shared a concerned look before Sam side-stepped me so I couldn’t leave, “What are you talking about, Ellie?”
I shook my head, not wanting to make this any harder than it had to be, “Nothing. Forget it. Just uh...if you see my mom and Noah around…tell them I love them, alright?”
Their faces suddenly turned from anger to concern. Dean took a step forward as I made my way to the front door, “Ellie.”
I took one last look at them, grabbing the door handle, “I’ll see you around.”
I pulled the door shut behind me, quickly jogging down the front steps of the house. There was no telling how long I sat in that damn driveway. Long enough for the passenger door to be pulled open followed by Sam and Dean piling clumsily inside the compact car.
I furrowed my eyebrows at them when Dean finally got somewhat situated in the cramped backseat, “Get out of the car.”
“We’re going with you,” Sam said.
I resisted the urge to laugh at the mental image of the two of them hunting, “You're just gonna slow me down.”
“Tough,” Dean countered.
I turned halfway in my seat so I could see them both, “This is dangerous and you could get hurt.”
“Yeah, and so could you.”
“Sam—”
“Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that,” Sam said in finality. I glanced to Dean who didn’t seem to budge.
I shook my head, none of this made sense, “I don't understand. Why you doing this?”
Sam and Dean shared a silent conversation before Sam spoke, “Because you're still our sister.”
Reassurance pumped through me. I settled back into the drivers seat, gripping the wheel, “Losers.”
Dean furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you calling us losers for?”
“You're supposed to say bitch,” I stumbled, before looking to Sam. “And- and he’s supposed to call you jerk.”
“What?”
“Nevermind,” I dismissed quickly, putting the car into drive.
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“What's in the bag?” Sam asked after a while, pointing to the paper bag on the floor of the passenger side.
I didn’t take my eyes off the road, “Nothin'.”
“Nothin'?” Dean questioned.
I flicked my eyes up to his in the rear view mirror, “Yeah, nothin'.”
“Fine,” San finally said after him and Dean shared a silent look. He picked up the bag from the floor.
“You don't wanna do that,” I warned but didn’t make a move to stop him.
“Oh really?” Sam said, eyebrows raised. I glanced over at him, shrugging. He couldn’t say I didn’t warn him. He pulled the bag open, grabbing the glass jar full of a dark red liquid. Sam’s eyes widened slightly. “What the hell is this?”
“Blood,” I said simply.
Sam’s eyes widened, “Yeah, I can see that it's blood, Ellie! What the hell is it doing in here?!”
“You don't really wanna know.”
“Oh god,” Dean mumbled and from the rear view mirror I could see him put his hand over his mouth.
Sam’s eyes were wider than I’ve ever seen them, “No I do really wanna know. I really, really, do.”
“Well you're gonna find out sooner or later,” I mumbled mostly to myself. I glanced over at him. “I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood.”
“You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?” Dean asked.
I ran my tongue over my teeth, debating whether to tell them the batshit-crazy truth or lie to them when I decided that the latter wouldn’t be helpful, “Because there's this creature. A Djinn. And I have to hunt it.”
Sam glanced back at Dean before slowly setting the jar back in the bag. Dean shifted uneasily in the backseat, “Okay, um...stop the car.”
“I know how it sounds-”
“Great,” Dean said quickly. “Just...stop the car.”
“It's the truth, alright,” I said, looking over to the two of them from the dark road ahead of me. “There are things out there in the dark. There…there are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't save them, then nobody will.”
They were watching me like I was crazy, which I was used to, but never from them. Sam shook his head, “Look, I wanna help you, alright. I really, really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so—”
“I wish,” I muttered, tightening my grip on the wheel.
From my peripherals I could see Sam pulling his phone from his back pocket. I glanced into the rearview mirror, “Dean, can I use your phone?”
He hesitated before handing it over. I grabbed it, grabbed Sam’s, and then threw them out my open window. They stuttered quickly, “What the hell was that, Ellie!? Those are our phones!”
“I'm not going to a rubber room,” I said. “And we got work to do.”
“We’re just trying to help you out, Ellie,” Dean said. “I don't want you to get yourself hurt.”
I scoffed, “What? You protect me?”
“Yeah!”
“Oh, that's cute,” I laughed, looking at them in their pajamas with nothing more than a pocketknife between the two of them. “Why don't you two just sit tight and try not to get us all killed.” I clicked on the radio, drowning out anymore protest from the two of them as Purple Haze filled the car.
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I rolled the car to a stop outside of the abandoned building I’d been to before landing in crazy town. This was where I last saw the Djinn, and I would be damned if I didn’t kill it.
I glanced over to Sam and Dean, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I shined my flashlight over their sleeping faces. They both shot up in their seats, furrowing their eyebrows at our surroundings.
“Where are we?” Sam asked.
“Well, we're not in Kansas anymore,” I smirked, but neither of them laughed. My face dropped. “Illinois.”
Dean was looking up at the building through his window, “And you think something's in there?”
I nodded slowly, “I know it is.”
From what I could tell, the abandoned building seemed to be the only thing that was the same since the last time I saw it. The pipes were still dripping, and the place reeked like something died in it. Sam and Dean stayed close behind me, following my flashlight wherever it went.
“See? There's nothing here, Ellie,” Dean said when we’d walked through nearly the entire first floor of the building.
I continued to ignore them, searching in every corner and listening for any noise that wasn’t a steady stream of water on concrete. Sam spoke up next, “Look, Noah and your mom gotta be worried sick about you, Ellie. Come on, let's just go.”
That was when we heard it, a low pitched whimpering sound just outside of the basement door. I quickly shushed them, listening closely before the noise died out completely.
“What the hell is that?” Sam whispered.
I glanced at them over my shoulder, “Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut.”
I pulled open the door to the basement, carefully maneuvering the rotting wood. It was freezing down there, like we were thrown into a meat locker. I swept the place with the flashlight, not seeing much until we took a sharp left into an open room where two bodies hung from the ceilings by ropes, their hands strung high above their heads.
We stepped toward them, but I was too late. They were hardly bodies, now they were nearly skeletons. I followed the IV that was connected to both of their arms to a blood bag that was standing next to them. This thing is bleeding people dry.
“What the hell?” Dean whispered to himself.
I grimaced, my jaw clenching. That was when I noticed the third body, this one much newer than the other two. I stepped toward her, instantly recognizing the young girl. She’s the one whose been following me. “It's her.”
I examined her bloody wrists that were held tight with the rope. Her eyes were open, staring at me as if to tell me something. She began to moan, pulling against the ropes
“Ellie, what's going on?” Sam asked just as I spotted the shadow of a figure move across the wall ahead of us. I quickly shushed them, bringing a finger to my lips as we watched the shadow come closer.
I quietly led Sam and Dean behind a tall shelf where we watched the Djinn enter the room.
The girl was crying now as he came into her view. She was pleading with him, her voice hoarse, “Where's my dad? I won't tell…” She begged. The Djinn raised his hand, gentle resting holding her face in his palm. She cried harder. “Where's my dad?”
“Sleep,” the Djinn whispered. “Sleep…sleep.”
A blue light traveled from the Djinn’s fingertips and into the girl’s skull. It was only a few seconds before she went limp again and her cries died away. I tightened my hold on the silver blade in my hand.
We watched as the Djinn traveled his hand up her arm, resting his head against the top of hers. He was smelling her hair, letting his hand trail up her arm.
He grabbed the tube that was connected to her inner elbow, following the long cord all the way to the blood bag next to her. He popped the tube off the bag, hovered it over him and let it drain into his mouth.
“Gross,” Dean whispered and I didn’t even have enough time to slam my hand over his mouth when the Djinn quickly turned in our direction. I motioned to the space next to us, under the staircase. We quietly shuffled away from the shelf just as the Djinn rounded it.
My heart pounded in my chest, watching as the Djinn slowly turned in a half circle before ascending the staircase back up to the main floor.
Once the basement door slammed shut, Sam and Dean let out a shaky breath, “This is real? You're not crazy?”
“She didn't know where she was. She thought she was with her father,” I said to myself. I left the spot under the stairs, the two of them close on my heels as I made my way back to the girl. My heart began to beat more unsteadily. “What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has.”
“Look. That thing could come back, alright?” Dean prodded, but I wasn’t listening. I turned away from the girl, trying to gather my thoughts as I stared up at the ceiling. I focused on the single light bulb in the corner of the room.
That was when the flashbacks started. Short bursts of images passed over my vision. A girl, tied up. Her wrists held high above her head. The IV drip stuck in her neck. Realizing that that girl was me. It was me all along.
“Ellie, please,” Sam begged from behind me.
A horrible realization settled over me, “What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place?” I squeezed my hands. “What if all this is in my head?”
I turned back to the girl, my mind suddenly racing, “Maybe it gives us some kind of- of supernatural acid and then just feeds on us slow-”
“No. Ellie, that doesn't make sense,” Sam tried to reassure me but nothing was helpful at this point.
“What if that's why she keeps appearing to me,” I suggested, not listening to either of them. I looked back to the girl who was still staring at me through hooded eyes, like even now she was trying to tell me something. “She's not a spirit. It's- it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere, and I'm - I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it.”
“Yeah, okay, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong,” Dean stuttered, pulling me desperately toward the exit. “You're not crazy but we – we – we need to get out of here. Fast.”
I pulled myself out of his grasp, watching the two of them in front of me. I shook my head, unsure of how I couldn’t see it until now, “You're not real. Neither of you are.”
Sam grabbed me by the upper arms, squeezing them, “Ellie, you feel that? You feel this?” He began hitting my arms but nothing could make me budge now. “I'm real, he’s real. We’re all real! This is not an acid trip and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real! Now, please—”
“There's one way to be sure,” I said, grabbing the knife and holding it out toward him. Sam instantly backed up, Dean grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away. They held their hands up in surrender.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?” Dean asked, more alarmed than I’ve ever seen him.
“It's an old wives' tale,” I said. “If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up.”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. Alright?”
“Maybe.”
“You're gonna kill yourself—”
Dean took a step toward me in an attempt to disarm me but I held the knife out toward him. He stopped, taking a step back.
“Or I'm gonna wake up. One or the other.”
“Okay. This isn't a dream, alright. I'm here, we are here with you. Right now,” Dean emphasized. “And you're about to kill yourself, Ellie.”
“No, I'm pretty sure,” I said before really thinking about it. I shrugged. “Like, 90% sure. But I'm sure enough.”
I twisted the knife in my hand until the blade was facing toward my sternum. I gripped the handle with both my hands, my body preparing itself for the impact when Sam’s voice rang out through the room, “Wait!”
The sound of quiet footsteps made me turn to my right where my mom was slowly walking toward us. My heart fell. Another set of footsteps came up behind Sam and Dean. Noah. And then, Mary, Jessica and Carmen on my left.
“Why'd you have to keep digging?” Sam asked, his voice calm now. “Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy.”
I swallowed down the terrible lump in my throat as mom stepped in front of me, “Put the knife down, honey.”
“You're not real,” I whispered. The idea more painful than a knife to the chest. I looked over her shoulder toward Noah. “None of it is.”
“It doesn't matter,” she said. “It's still better than anything you had.”
I squinted at her words, “What?”
“It's everything you want. We're a family,” she said, grabbing onto my hand. “Let’s go home.”
“I'll die,” I said, unable to stop the tears that welled behind my eyes. I don’t want to die. Not yet. “The Djinn…it’ll drain the life out of me in a couple of days-”
“But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain. Or fear,” she moved a piece of hair from my face. A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. “Just love and comfort. And safety. Ellie, stay with us. Get some rest.”
She held my face in her hand. I desperately leaned into the touch, her warm hand against my skin. I knew it wasn’t real, but this is the most real she has ever been to me.
“You don't have to worry about Sam or Dean anymore,” Mary said. I looked over to her, feeling my tears wet the neck of my shirt. “You get to watch them live full lives.”
Mom stepped away then, smiling at me softly as Noah came up behind her. He held my face so softly, bringing my lips to his. I relished in it, the taste of him mixed with my salty tears. Even when we pulled away, I couldn’t bear to open my eyes.
“We can have a future together. Have our own family,” he said. I slowly opened my eyes. “I love you, Ellie. Please.”
I looked down to where his fingers were intertwined with mine. A tear dropped from my eye onto the middle of our hands. And even though I knew this version of Noah wasn’t real, that he was all in my head, leaving him behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. We were never meant to spend our lives together like we planned. A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.
“Why is it our job to save everyone?” Dean asked this time. I looked up at him, my bottom lip trembling. “Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you. Give me the knife.”
I looked down at his outstretched hand and then up to Sam, to Noah, to mom. I looked at the blade in my hands, a tear dropping onto its hilt. I took a few steps back, taking one last look at them before I whispered my fate, “I'm sorry.”
I plunged the knife into my stomach, blood instantly pouring from my mouth as Sam’s scream for my name echoed in my ears.
The world was plunged in darkness, but I could still hear him clear as day. Farther away at first, and then closer until I swore I could feel his breath. “Ellie! Ellie! El.”
“Oh God. Come on. Hey. Wake up.” Another voice begged. Dean. I felt hands on my arms, desperately shaking me. “Wake up, damn it!”
When I found the strength, I tore my eyelids apart, desperately trying to keep them open. I groaned at the lightheadedness, “Auntie Em. There's no place like home.”
They let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god. I thought I lost you for a second.”
“You almost did,” I admitted. Sam carefully grabbed the needle at my neck and pulled it out. I groaned, whether it was the feeling of the needle or blood loss or both, I thought I was going to vomit.
“Let's get you down,” Dean said, reaching above my head to saw through the ropes connecting me to the ceiling.
Sam reassuringly patted my face, “We’re gonna get you better, okay?”
Once the words left his mouth the Djinn appeared through the dark behind him. I widened my eyes, “Sam!”
He twisted around, slicing his silver knife through the air. Dean ran after him but the Djinn threw him to the ground, knocking Dean’s head hard against a table all while dodging Sam’s maneuvers. He threw him up against the wall against the stairs, pinning Sam against it.
I watched as Sam tried to shove the blade into the Djinn’s sides to no use. The Djinn grabbed his wrist and slammed it against the wall until the knife clambered to the floor. I used every ounce of strength left in me to bear all my weight down on the fraying ropes, nearly screaming in pain.
He threw Sam to the stairs, gripping him at the throat. Sam clawed at his hands. I panted, my eyes darting to Dean who still laid unmoving on the floor. I pulled down harder, trying to use my feet for leverage but only my toes were swinging against the hard floors. But, I could feel the ropes give slightly.
I kept pulling, praying for a miracle as I watched the Djinn open the other hand that wasn’t choking Sam. A blue cloud of smoke appeared from him palm. When he was nearly inches from Sam’s face, the ropes snapped. I dropped unsteadily to my feet, the room twisting sideways but my adrenaline sent me forward as I swiped the fallen blade and plunged it into the Djinn’s back.
The Djinn arched backwards, writhing. I gritted my teeth before twisting the blade, successfully making the Djinn fall forward, thick blood dripping between his lips.
I pulled him up and away from Sam before pushing him onto the ground and off the knife. Sam gasped for air, panting as he sat up.
I rolled my eyes back in relief, letting my legs crumple beneath me as I slid gracelessly to the floor. In my blurring vision, however, I could make out Dean slowly sitting up.
“Did I miss anything?” He asked, groaning as he rubbed the back of his head. I panted, letting my head fall against the wall.
From here, I could see her. Dangling from the ceiling, only feet from where I had been was the girl. I stood on wobbly feet, making my way toward her.
She looked much worse now. She was ghostly white, the skin on her lips looked like it was peeling back. I reached my hand out, using my fingers to feel for a pulse against her neck but I wasn’t hopeful. Not until I felt the slow, erratic thump of a heartbeat.
I widened my eyes, turning to Sam and Dean, “She's still alive.”
Dean used his blade, cutting her down, too. She fell limp into his arms, staring off into nothing.
“We’re gonna get you out of here,” I said to her. “I promise we’ll get you out of here.”
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I knew things were back to normal when we pulled into the parking lot of the motel. I chose to ignore Dean’s distanced hovering as I sat at the end of one of the beds.
“Okay, thank you so much for the update,” Sam said from across the room into his phone. “Okay, bye.” He ended the call before setting his phone on the dresser, leaning against it as he scratched at the back of his head. “That was the hospital. Girl's been stabilized. Good chance she's gonna pull through.”
“That's good,” I said, continuing to stare at the same patch of worn carpet on the motel floor.
“How 'bout you?” Dean asked from where he was leaning against the open doorframe to the bathroom. I tore my eyes up to his. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I'm alright,” I said, although I wasn’t entirely sure I believed it myself. I laughed lightly in disbelief. “You should have seen it. Our lives.”
“So we didn't get along then, huh?” Sam asked, pulling a chair up next to the bed.
I shook my head, “I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy, but it wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for my mom to live. That our moms never died, we never went hunting and the three of us just never uh...you know.”
“Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, El. Most people wouldn't've had the strength, would have just stayed,” Dean said.
“Yeah...lucky me,” I laughed humorlessly. “I gotta tell you though. You know, you had Jess and- and Dean had someone, too. I had Noah…”
Sam looked sad, “Yeah, but...Ellie...it wasn't real.”
“I know,” I said, staring at the wall ahead of me. Hearing the truth from someone else made it that much more of a reality. “But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since dad...all I can think about is how much this job's cost us. We've lost so much. We've...sacrificed so much.”
“But people are alive because of you,” Sam said without hesitation. I pulled at a loose thread in the comforter. “It's worth it, Ellie. It is. It's not fair, and...you know, it hurts like hell, but...it's worth it.”
I thought about Sam’s words, how even though this life was far from perfect, he could still see the good through all the bad. That even though we’ve lost so much, there’s still so much to fight for. I ran his words over and over through my head, wishing I could be as selfless.
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A Place in This World // Taylor Swift
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Boys, Brains, & Brothers
September 1999
“Dean!” Campbell Grace hollered from the foot of her bed, “we can’t be late on Sam and I’s first day!”
The Winchester’s had just rolled into middle-of-bum-fuck-nowhere, Louisiana on a voodoo case, and John had enrolled Sam and Campbell Grace in the local high school — seeing as how Campbell was 15 and Sam was 17. “A dumb hunter is a dead hunter,” John would hum from the front seat of his prized 1967 Chevy Impala. Campbell rolled her eyes at the thought of his words.
“Quit your whining,” Dean called from the motel bathroom, “it’s just school!”
“‘It’s just school’” Sam mimicked from the other side of the room as he haphazardly crammed his books into his bag.
“Yeah, and your baby is just a car,” Campbell snickered.
“Alright!” Dean came strutting through the door, “load ‘em up kiddos. Asses in the car in 5 or I’m leaving you here.”
Campbell Grace and Sam watched Dean walk out to the car. “Why couldn’t you just have passed your driver’s test?” Campbell pouted towards Sam.
“Shut up and get in the car, pipsqueak.”
...
The majority of their day had gone great. Sam kept to himself, like he always did, and aimed to make it throughout the day without speaking to anyone he didn’t have to. Campbell Grace, on the other hand, had already been invited to hang out at a friend’s house after school by third period.
Class after class, the Winchesters were asked to introduce themselves to their new peers. Sam gave a slight wave of the hand before taking his seat. Campbell flashed her signature killer smile before grabbing her seat in the back of the class. Both siblings hated being the center of the attention, that was definitely Dean’s thing, but they shared a mutual love of learning.
Lore book, storybook, fiction or non-fiction — the two youngest Winchesters would eat it up. Campbell Grace developed an affinity for reading one day after watching Sam do it. He still chuckles at the thought of her plopping down beside him and pretending to read her own book. Ever since then, the two would swap books of all sorts back and forth. Over time, both siblings would grow to become remarkably smart. Campbell even had some of her classes with Sam.
As Campbell Grace stood to gather her things and head towards her next class, she felt a slight tap on her shoulder. Turning to see who it was, she was greeted by a boy. He stood a few inches taller than her, brown locks framing his tanned face. “Hey, Campbell Grace, right?”
“Yeah, uh, Campbell Grace Winchester. Most people just call me Campbell though,” the huntress returned as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
“What’s your next class? Maybe I could show you to it? My name’s Ben, Ben Walker, by the way.”
“Well, Ben Walker,” Campbell grinned as she pulled out her schedule, “it looks like I’ve got AP Calculus with Mrs. Wallows.”
“AP Calc, huh? You must be a genius, Winchester.”
Campbell chuckled as she followed Ben out into the hallway. They held a pretty strong conversation as he pointed out all the strange social quirks and cues of Frazier High.
“Well I think this is it,” Ben breathed out as they stopped at the door of Campbell’s next class. “Here’s this, call me if you ever need anything, or if you’re up for a movie night.”
Campbell Grace blushed as she grabbed the slip of paper with Ben’s number on it, “I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks, Ben.”
With a whole new boost of confidence, Campbell strutted into class to find Sam’s presence greeting her with a wave from the back of the room. He gestured to the empty seat next to his as she made her way towards her brother.
“So who was that?” Sam inquired as Campbell sat down.
“Well, hello to you too, Sammy” she chirped.
“Hey, no changing the subject. I need to know if I should be beating someone up right now.”
“Cool your jets, hot stuff,” Campbell rolled her eyes “his name is Ben. He’s just a friend.”
Sam opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Mrs. Wallows. “Class, today we’re adding two new students to our group. This is Campbell Grace and Sam Winchester.” The old woman smiled as she gestured to the siblings' seats. “Is there anything you’d like to tell us about yourselves?”
“We’re not twins,” Sam muttered.
“Yeah, I’m just smarter than my older brother.”
...
Campbell Grace and Sam sat side by side as they waited for Dean to pick them up from school. “At this point, we should’ve just walked,” Sam groaned.
“I think I hear him coming,” Campbell whined as Dean came speeding through the carpool line, blaring Guns N Roses with the windows down.
“Sup nerds!” He shouted over the music.
Both of his younger siblings rolled their eyes and they assumed their regular positions — Sam in shotgun and Campbell in the middle of the backseat.
“Ellie’s got a boyfriend,” Sam sing-songed from the front seat.
“Do not!” Campbell protested.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Dean mused while tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “I’ll have to meet this said ‘boyfriend.’ Figure out if he’s man enough to date a Winchester.” Dean glanced into the rearview mirror, smirking as he caught a glimpse of Campbell’s distraught features.
But Dean would never meet Ben because the Winchester’s were up and gone by the next Thursday.
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