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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Smut. Switch dynamic. Praise. Rough sex. Oral(both receiving). Slight choking. Overstimulation. Spitting. Blood. Minors DNI.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine: Coney Island Baby

After their return from Hades, Luke and Katherine slept for an entire two days. They were exhausted beyond understanding. It had taken Luke a while to readjust to mortal luxuries, like time and space.

Luke eventually woke one morning to sunlight pouring in through the window, a welcome improvement from their time in the Underworld. Katherine slept beside him in their shared bed, and all was well at the moment. He knew to relish in the present calmness, as it naturally wouldn’t last.

He was happy to wake up without anywhere they had to go, or a nightmare to recover from. Luke was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare some time in the first few hours of sleeping, but eventually, so much time had passed he’d since forgotten them. He laid in the hotel bed with his feet curled into his body as Katherine faced him, mirroring his body language.

“You okay?” she asked softly, a smile on her face for what felt like the first time in forever.

He nodded, genuinely able to mirror that smile. “Yeah. I’m okay. I feel a lot better.”

“Me too,” Katherine nodded. “I feel like the Underworld really fucked us up.”

“Yeah… I guess we have more to be haunted by than most people.”

“We should do something fun,” she sighed, “And not be miserable for once.”

“I think… that’s a really good idea,” Luke decided, his voice still deep from exhaustion. “I’ll take you wherever you wanna go.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“I wanna go to Coney Island,” she said slowly. “I’ve never been. I wanna know what Lou Reed was talking about.”

“Okay,” Luke agreed, not needing any further reasoning. “Coney Island it is.”

It felt great to the both of them waking up at 2 PM. As Luke finished his shower, towel still wrapped around his waist, he heard Katherine speaking, but couldn’t hear the words. Opening the bathroom door, he emerged with wet hair.

“What’s that?”

Standing coquettishly against the wall, in only an oversized shirt that he’d lent to her, she didn’t bother to hide the grin on her face as she spoke.

“What should I wear?” she asked.

This was a question Luke never expected from Katherine. He’d always felt that she was a very confident sort of person, the kind of person who just always woke up knowing exactly what they wanted to wear. If anything, he would’ve thought she’d tell him what to wear.

“…What do you want to wear?” he asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“I don’t know. Something I wouldn’t usually wear,” she admitted. “Something you can’t find somewhere that sells fishing bait.”

“What do you like?” Luke asked, genuinely curious what she actually liked that wasn’t leather jackets or jeans.

“I don’t know,” Katherine admitted. “…Should I wear a skirt?”

“If you want to, yeah,” he nodded, kind of flustered. “That’d look nice.”

“Alright,” she shrugged, still looking at him even though the conversation had come to a conclusion.

Luke watched as her eyes slowly trailed downward, chuckling as he put his hands on his hips.

“What you looking at?” he asked.

“Your face,” she smiled innocently, crossing her arms as she met his gaze.

“That’s not my face.”

“Oops,” she shrugged, wandering off as he just shook his head.

Luke truthfully wasn’t really sure what was going on with Katherine, but he didn’t really question it. They were both having fun. He figured eventually, he’d figure out if she would be a friend, girlfriend, or something in between.

He decided to put on his nice brown leather jacket and a dash of cologne, putting in the effort that he felt someone like Katherine deserved.

“You ready?” he called, car keys in hand.

“Yeah,” she called, slowly coming out of the bathroom after putting on her makeup.

Luke had almost forgotten she was one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. She had the softest skin, the prettiest lips, and long, shiny hair. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and what he could only describe as one of the shortest denim skirts he had ever seen, along with a pair of heeled leather boots.

He could smell her perfume, and it made him feel lightheaded with ecstasy.

“How do I look?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Like I’m gonna have to win you every stuffed animal they’ve got,” he said proudly.

He playfully threw his arm around her as they climbed into the Pontiac and headed for Coney Island.

“I’m gonna tell people you’re my boyfriend so they get scared you’re gonna beat the shit outta them,” Katherine said as she put on her lip gloss on the car.

“I’m gonna tell people you’re my girlfriend so they think I’m really cool,” Luke smiled.

For once, the voices in his mind were quiet. There was no screaming, and no pain or guilt. All he thought about was how much he really, really liked Katherine as they sang along to Smashing Pumpkins in the car. Wandering around Coney Island and going on the roller coasters with her was enough to make him forget about being anything more than a person.

For the first time in his life, Luke didn’t have to do anything. He wasn’t too busy saving the world to realize that his world might just be someone else.

As he watched Katherine genuinely laughing and smiling, he felt he didn’t deserve the chance to see it. It was so unusual to him, seeing her enjoying herself. It definitely felt strange that it was being with him that made her enjoy herself. But he loved every minute of it, whether it was exploring with her, or sitting next to her on rides, or standing behind her in lines so that she could live in peace.

“Oh, look. A basketball game,” Katherine pointed out.

“You wanna play?” he asked her.

“No, I wanna watch you play,” she grinned.

“Okay,” he sighed jokingly, “Which one do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

Luke examined the wall of various sizes of stuffed animals, trying to decide which one he liked the best. Eventually, he settled on a tiger, because in a strange way, Katherine reminded him of one. It didn’t take long for him to make enough baskets to win one. He’d gotten just about every single one, which Katherine admittedly found attractive in him as she picked at the pink cotton candy he’d decided to get for them.

Luke turned around with a goofy grin as he showed off the stuffed tiger he’d won for her. Laughing happily, Katherine excitedly jumped into his arms as he caught her instinctively, stunned and touched by the gesture. Luke gladly spun her around in a circle as he allowed her to wrap her legs around him, the two of them fitting in with the families around them surprisingly well.

Katherine pulled away as Luke held her in his arms, throwing her own arms around his neck as she went in for a big, romantic kiss in the middle of the boardwalk. In that moment, the one thought swimming around in Luke’s head was that he really had been to hell and back with this girl.

Neither of them were in any rush to pull away. The kiss ended very slowly as they separated, only to see one another’s smiles.

“I’d kill for you,” Katherine whispered, giggling as they seemed entirely wholesome to the people around them.

“I’d die for you,” Luke reminded her, setting her back down on the ground. “And. You deserve all the tigers in the world.”

She eagerly accepted the gift, taking the animal as she made it face him, playfully snapping her teeth in a joking bite as he admired her.

“Thank you. For today,” he told her.

“Why are you thanking me?” she asked.

“Because, you let me see you smile,” Luke stated simply.

“I’ll let you see it even more if we can ride the roller coaster again,” she incentivized.

“Again? I’m gonna throw up,” he groaned.

They had spent almost all of their waking hours at Coney Island before they decided to go. Luke certainly didn’t mind driving as he watched Katherine blissfully do nothing for once.

“So, what do you wanna do?” he asked her readily. “Today’s about you.”

“Wanna keep the fun going?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her face.

Luke raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Why? What’ve you got in mind?”

“Let’s find a dive bar,” she suggested, an array of ID’s in hand. “I’ll kick your ass at pool.”

“You’re on,” he accepted.

Playing pool with Katherine while they each had a beer at a dive bar would’ve been fun, if it weren’t for the men in the room. Luke wasn’t sure if it was how much he cared about Katherine, or how he felt he owed her for completing Ares’s ‘quest’, or just common decency, but he wanted to gouge out every wandering eye in the room.

It was all he could think about as they played and drank. He knew it was ridiculous, because Katherine could easily kill everyone in the room probably better and faster than he could, but he still wanted to ‘defend her honor’, or something. Perhaps he just wanted to murder anyone who looked at her the wrong way.

He knew she could sense it. She knew why he stood right behind her every time she leaned over the pool table to take her shot. But, what he didn’t know, was that she took pleasure in the way he would lightly brush up against her. The tension definitely made several hours go by pretty quickly.

“Hey, Katherine?” he said, wanting to be serious for a moment.

“Hmm?” she looked up.

“I, uh… I know we moved past it, but… I just wanted to apologize for the way I treated you that night. With Ares,” Luke reminded her. “I should’ve told you how grateful I was to you, for what you did.”

“You don’t have to,” she promised him, knowing it was bound to come up sooner or later. “I know.”

“Okay,” he nodded, feeling less guilty.

“Alright,” she smiled, taking his hand in hers as she squeezed it for reassurance.

“For the record,” Luke purred, leaning down and whispering softly in her ear. “I wish I could’ve killed them myself.”

She looked up at him in surprise, feeling as if Tartarus had changed him.

“You deserve that much,” he told her, lightly brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she remarked.

“You want another drink?” he asked, cautiously glancing behind her at the man leering as he sat at the bar.

“Why don’t we go back?” she suggested.

“Sure. You go out to the car, I’ll just be a second,” Luke told her.

Katherine took the car keys from him and disappeared as Luke headed to the bar, crossing his arms as he approached the man who had been hungrily eyeing her for the past hour.

“Hey,” he said, his tone rather confrontational.

“Hey,” the man grinned in response, not perceiving a single reason as to why Luke could be angry with him. “Quite the hottie you got there. What an ass.”

Luke made a face, at both the comment and its unfortunate phrasing, watching as the man’s friend seemed to also think it was somehow cool. Not appreciating the lack of common decency, Luke heard a voice in the back of his head that just said ‘fuck it’. He snapped and pulled a folding knife from his pocket, holding it inches from the man’s face as he slammed it onto the bar.

Everyone around him stopped, not quite sure how they wanted to react to the situation yet. Luke calmly held the knife to the man’s face as both he and his friend panicked.

“Ah! What the fuck?!” the man hissed, his face smashed into the table.

“Yo, we don’t want any trouble!” his friend blurted out drunkenly.

“Talk about my girlfriend like that, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” Luke threatened, waiting for him cry.

Not having anything else to add, the man nodded quickly, begging Luke not to hurt him as he roughly shoved him, leaving the bar as everyone, including the bartender, just watched, fully aware that calling the police to that particular establishment would just be bad for business.

Luke eventually joined Katherine in the car, climbing into the driver’s seat as she looked at him calmly.

“You okay?” she asked coolly.

“More than,” he assured her, feeling as if he’d done his part. “Also, we can’t come back here.”

“Okay,” Katherine shrugged, fully aware of what must’ve happened.

Luke started the car angrily, starting to wish he’d followed through on his promise. She could definitely tell the mood he was in.

“I bet it was really hot,” she said finally, “Watching you make that guy squirm.”

Luke stopped, turning to look at her as he knew exactly what she wanted.

“That’s nothing. You should see me make you squirm.”

That was what did it. Never before had Luke ever seen two eighteen year-olds more determined to do anything. It was practically a race back to the hotel. Luke had to fight every urge to carry Katherine through the hotel lobby, elevator, and hallway. As soon as the door closed behind them and Luke’s jacket was thrown off, it was a free-for-all.

Katherine jumped into his arms, kissing him passionately as she felt his strong arms wrapped around her. He sighed heavily into the kiss, high on her scent as he set her back down on the ground.

“Are you sure?” Luke asked her, searching within her eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she promised him.

That was all he needed to know. They all but slammed into one another in a messy kiss, his tongue driving her insane. She helped him pull his shirt over his head, gasping lightly as she felt his cold hands underneath her skirt, kneading her skin, hard.

“I want your thong in between my teeth,” Luke said suddenly.

Katherine sighed. “I love ADHD sex.”

Her hands slowly ran all the way down his bare chest as he kissed her, still playfully groping at her ass.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she teased.

“Neither do you,” he promised her.

He slid her skirt down her legs in one swift move, watching, aroused, as she got down on her knees to get his pants off. She patiently pulled down his briefs, her response to which could only be described as a greedy gasp.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he gasped, his hand slowly combing through her hair.

Grinning up at him, Katherine’s eyes darkened as she only opened her mouth, tongue just barely sticking out as she silently told him what to do.

“Oh fuck, I could die right now,” he groaned.

He slowly inserted himself into her mouth, gasping at the sensation. His pace gradually picked up as he held onto the back of her head, thrusting as fast as she wanted him to. She looked up at him coolly, eyes calm and serene as he fucked her face, thrusting so hard he was surprised she didn’t choke or cry at all. She didn’t even seem fazed; she was enjoying it wholeheartedly. Luke groaned, enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good…”

He hardly even felt the need to contain his excitement. But eventually, he couldn’t wait anymore. Pulling out of her mouth, Luke grabbed her by her face, pressing a hard, wet kiss to her lips as he forcefully pried her mouth open and spit in it roughly, gulping as she looked him in the eyes as she swallowed. He could’ve fallen in love right then and there.

“You’re so fucking nasty, I love it,” he said in a low drawl.

Katherine loved that he didn’t care if kissing her after she’d had his dick in her mouth was disgusting. She mounted him eagerly, chuckling as he impatiently started grinding against her as she peeled off her undergarments.

Before she could, Luke aggressively flipped her over, grinning in an animalistic fashion as he pinned her down, nipping at her neck as he made his way down her body.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

She pulled, hard, on his hair as his veiny hands pawed at her breasts, not sparing her the pain as he took each of her nipples between his teeth, encouraged by her pulling his hair. He whined hungrily as he moved downward, positioning himself between her legs as he dug his fingers into the soft skin on her thighs.

Luke hungrily bit down on her hip bone as she laughed maniacally. He bit down on her thong, slowly pulling it down with his teeth before taking it off.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he moaned, burying his face in between her legs with greed as he just breathed her in for a moment. “I’d do anything for you. Fuck me, you’re so wet.”

Katherine sighed as he suddenly latched his mouth onto her clit, roughly massaging her hips as he strategically overstimulated her.

“Fuck!” she hissed, giving his hair a harsh tug as he moaned into her, tongue still lapping at her insides. “I’m gonna rip you apart!” she vowed in anger.

He pinned her down to the bed by her his, grunting crudely as he ate her out. He wouldn’t let anything interrupt him.

“Wrap your legs all the way around. Fuck my face. Let me make you come on my face,” he ordered impatiently, sighing into her as she sucked him into her.

He felt as if she were some sort of violent ocean that he couldn’t help but get sucked into. He flicked his tongue faster and faster, groaning as he felt her thighs shaking around him. His head was completely trapped, not that he even cared. He stayed out, attacking her with his tongue until he felt her finish. Even as she got even wetter, he didn’t stop, reveling in his accomplishments as she pulled on his hair.

He looked up at her, eyes wide and locked on her as she glared at him. When he was finished, he didn’t waste a second. Flipping her over and manhandling her like a rag doll, he made it so that they were both sitting up on the bed, as he slowly buried himself in her, as she still came, losing his mind.

He held her close to him by softly holding onto her throat, his big hand wrapped around her neck for balance. This was essentially his love language.

“Fuck, Luke! Holy shit!” she gasped, feeling how long it took for him to completely bottom out. “Luke…!”

“That’s it,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he lost himself in her, “Let everyone know my name… Please, Katherine, please,” he begged her.

She gasped as he picked up the pace, his cold hand on her neck somehow making her chest feel even hotter. He slammed into her harder and harder, making her groan as she impatiently pulled away from him, lying down as she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him hard.

“I wanna see the stupid fucking look on your face while you fuck me,” she hissed.

“Katherine!” he cried out, almost collapsing on top of her as he lovingly kissed all over her neck. “Fuck. You’re everything.”

“I’m gonna fucking destroy you,” she cooed mockingly as she shoved his face into her neck, her hands resting on his back.

“Go ahead,” he pleaded, “Make me yours. Fucking destroy me, just use me…!”

He moaned loudly as he penetrated, trying to control himself as felt her fingernails digging into his back. He nearly screamed like some sort of horror movie character as she clawed her fingers down his back so hard she started to draw blood.

Luke huffed excitedly as he thrusted in and out of her, completely burying his face in her chest.

“Shit!” he gasped. “Oh…”

He cried out, overstimulated as she scratched up and down his back. He knew there was blood dripping, but hardly even thought about it. He didn’t want to finish yet, but he also knew that he was enjoying being with her too much to really do anything about it.

“It’s okay baby,” she promised him, one hand playing with his hair. “Just come. Come for me,” she whispered.

“Tear me apart!” he hissed. “Fucking destroy me!”

He felt himself fuck like he never fucked before. He thrusted in and out of her so hard, she saw splotches of black as she dug her nails into his muscular back. She sighed as he kissed the side of her neck, refusing to stop worshipping her with affectionate little kisses. Just as he felt her getting so wet he knew she must’ve came again, he moaned softly as he braced himself.

“Luke,” she whispered, mouth agape as he kept going.

“Fuck, that’s so unfair, don’t say my name like that,” he whined.

Reaching a shared climax unlike anything either of them had ever felt before, he pulled out, coming all over her bare stomach with her nails still digging into his back. Panting hard, he collapsed on top of her, continuing his worshiping as he kissed all over her neck.

“Katherine, you’re so beautiful,” he gushed. “You’re a fucking goddess. I don’t deserve you. I love the way you hurt me,” he moaned, falling on top of her.

She appreciated the way he put his full weight on her, sighing in exhaustion as she worked her fingers through his hair. There was come and blood kind of everywhere, but to both of them, it seemed to feel right. That’s what they were together, just come and blood.

“I think I’m in paradise when I’m with you,” she murmured.

“I’d come in my pants if you told me you hated me,” Luke confessed, flipping over beside her to give her some room to breathe.

Sitting up, Katherine momentarily excused the come on her lower stomach as she looked at the old digital alarm clock on the bedside table.

“It’s 7:23,” she told him, her voice still breathy as she realized it was already light out.

“What time did we get in?” Luke asked in confusions staring up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, 11:48?” she approximated.

“Shit,” he breathed, thinking hard. “Did we just fuck for seven hours?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I think so.”

Luke had forgotten that he was a demigod.

Chapter Ten

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Jump The Shark

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Sam was leaning against the hood of the Impala, brushing his teeth, and I leaning against the side of Impala, looking out at the lake we had parked next to. Dean was lying across the front seat, head and shoulders up against the door. I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, I hadn't really slept well the last few days as these damn dreams of a white light and a figure of a person keeps appearing in it and the sound of a high pitch ring which startles me awake.

I don't know what these dreams mean but I would love for them to stop so that I could get some damn sleep.

Then I heard something move and I turn around and see Dean waking up then he goes to open the door. I moved aside as Dean nearly dumps himself on the ground. "Hey. How'd you sleep?" I asked him as he climbs out of the car. "How do you think?" he grumbles as he gets up on his feet.

"I'm starving. Let's get breakfast." Dean said. "Where? We're like two hours from anything." Sam said. "But I'm hungry now." Dean whines as he comes around to the front of the car.

"There's probably still a sandwich in the back seat." I said as I turn to the back driver's side door and reach through the open window. I pull out a paper bag and look inside of it. "Um...how do you feel about tuna?" I asked him as I turn to look at him. He scrunched up his face, in disgust, at this and I shrug at him.

Then a phone rings inside the car. I toss the bag back into the back seat and puts my hands to my jeans pockets, Sam spits out toothpaste foam. Dean leans in through the front window and rummages in the glove compartment, pulling out the ringing phone, hitting his head on the roof as he tries to get out.

"Isn't that Dad's phone?" Sam asked as Dean looks at it. He flips the phone open, presses a button, and puts it to his ear. "Hello? He can't come to the phone. Can I help you?" Dean said and Sam and I look over at him.

"Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago." Dean said and there was a bit of silence before he asked. "Who is this?"

Then his face turns into shock and confusion. "Dean?" I asked, worried, but he doesn't move or say anything.

Windom, Minnesota

We park next to Cousin Oliver's Hilltop Cafe then the boys and I get out of the car. "Dean, look, best I can tell, Adam Milligan is real." Sam said Dean unlocks and opens the trunk, then the weapons box. Apparently, the guy Dean talked to on the phone claims to be John's son, Adam, which, of course, shocked and confused both me and Sam.

Sam, who dug up information on Adam, pulls out a folder and reads a paper. "Um, born September twenty-ninth, 1990 to Kate Milligan. No father listed on the birth certificate. He's an Eagle Scout." Sam reads while Dean pulls assorted weapons out of the trunk, including Ruby's knife. "Graduated from high school with honors and currently goes to the University of Wisconsin—biology major, pre-med." Sam said and I give an impressed look.

"Wow, impressive." I said while Dean closes the weapons box. "Dean? You listening?" I asked him. "This is a trap." he mutters then he closes the trunk and heads past me and Sam, who closes the folder.

The boys and I enter the diner with a bell ringing at the door. There's a man at the counter, a waitress serving a burger, a couple other customers sitting nearby. The boys and I scan the diner until I noticed an empty table in a corner with four chairs.

Dean and Sam sit in the two chairs on one side of the table, and I sit on the other side, across from Sam, ensuring that Adam will sit in the last chair. Sam thumps John's journal and the folder on the table. "Dean, I'm telling you, the kid checks out." Sam said. "Great, so he's an actual person on the planet Earth. Sucks he's got a demon in him." Dean grumbles as a waitress approaches the table with menus and glasses of water; she gives us each a glass.

"Hi. Welcome to Cousin Oliver's." she greets, smiling. "Thanks." Sam and I said to her. "Can I—" the waitress started to say but Dean talks over her. "We're actually waiting on somebody." he said, quickly. Annoyed, the waitress slaps down a menu in front of us.

"Thank you—" I said, giving her an apologetic look, as Sam picks up his menu long enough to slap it down. Dean takes his glass and pours it into the potted plant behind him. "What are you—" Sam started to ask as Dean puts the glass between his knees and pulls out a flask, unscrewing the top.

"Holy water?" I asked. "Yup." he said as, under the table, he fills the glass with water from the flask. "One sip of Jesus juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt." he said then he places the glass in front of the fourth place at the table. "And what if he's not possessed?" I asked as Dean pulls out a felt-wrapped package and undoes it.

"Then he is a shapeshifter." Dean said as he sets silver cutlery in front of the last seat, removing the silverware already there and dropping it on the floor. "Hence the silver." Sam said and he moves the journal on top of the menu. "Look, either way, this thing is gonna bleed. I mean, using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of its short, pitiful life." Dean said and Sam frowns at him.

"What?" Dean asked him and Sam looks away. "Sam, what's wrong?" I asked him. "There's an entry in Dad's journal." Sam said as he flips through the journal. "From January of 1990, saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. That's, roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born." Sam explained. "Coincidence." Dean dismissed.

"Coincidence. Next two pages of the journal—torn out." Sam said and he indicates the remains of the pages; these must have been deliberately left, because the journal is clearly a three-ring add-and-remove-pages type. I furrow my brow at this. "Huh...interesting..." I muttered. "You're not actually buying this, are you?" Dean asked me.

"I'm just saying it's a bit odd and interesting a few pages are missing out of his journal." I said. "Look, man, I don't want to believe it either, I'm just saying it's possible." Sam said as he closes the journal and picks it up, waving it. "I mean, Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk." he said as he puts the journal away.

"I mean, a hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl...sometimes the girl's grateful." Sam said. "Well, now I’m thinking about Dad sex. Stop talking." Dean said. "Maybe he slipped one past the goalie." Sam said and Dean jumps q bit at this. "Dude!" he exclaims as I set my menu aside. "And suddenly, I ain't hungry..." I said as the door chimes.

Sam looks up, then me and Dean, and we see a young man with short blond hair enter as he looks around. "Adam?" Sam calls out and Adam looks over as Sam raises a hand. "You Sam?" Adam asked as he walks over to us. "Yeah. Uh, this is Dean." Sam said as he gestures to Dean then he gestures to me. "And this is (y/n), Dean's girlfriend." He introduced and I give a small wave.

"Hey." Adam said as he sets his backpack on the floor next to the empty chair and takes the chair next to me. "So, um...how did you know my dad?" Adam asked us. "Uh, we worked together." Sam said and I notice Adam's facial expressions indicate confusion.

"How did he die?" Adam asked. "On the job." I replied. "He was a mechanic, right?" Adam asked. "A car fell on him." Sam said as the waitress comes up to the table, much friendlier. "Hey, Adam. How you doing?" she asked as she puts a glass of water in front of Adam. But Dean leans forward to take it, making me and Sam frown.

"Oh, I’ll take that. I am very thirsty." he said as he takes a sip. the waitress eyes Dean, displeased, and I face-palm and shake my head. "The usual, Adam?" the waitress asked him. "Uh, yeah. Thanks, Denise." Adam said and Denise leaves and Adam takes the glass of holy water.

The boys and J watch carefully as he drinks; nothing happens. Clearly, Adam is not possessed, or not by a demon less powerful than Azazel. Adam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So, uh, when's the last time you saw John?" Sam asked him. "I don't even know. It's...a couple years." Adam replied. "Why did you decide to call him now?" I asked him. "I didn't know who else to call. He's the only family I got." he replied and I glance over and see Sam blinking at this.

"My mom's missing." Adam said. "Really? I'm sorry. Uh, for how long?" Sam asked. "It's tragic, really. But if you're John's kid, how come we've never heard of you?" Dean said, interjecting Sam. "'Cause John and me didn't really know each other. Not until a few years ago, anyway." Adam replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "My mom never talked about him. I knew some stuff." Adam said. "What kind of stuff?" Dean asked him. "My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the ER, pretty torn up. Hunting accident or something. And I knew his name. John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family." Adam said, shrugging. "Yeah, well, who is these days?" Sam chuckles.

"So, when did you, uh, when did you finally meet him?" Dean asked Adam. "When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers, and—and after I begged her—God, twenty-four-seven—she finally called him. God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night." Adam explains as Denise puts a plate in front of him. "There you go." she said and Adam looks up at her. "Thanks." he said. "Well, that's heartwarming." Dean grumbles then Adam indicates his food.

"You mind?" He asked as he looks around at us. "Please, dig in." Dean said and Adam takes the napkin out from under the silverware without touching the silverware and spreads the napkin on his lap. "He would swing by once a year or so." Adam continued as he picks up the knife and fork; nothing happens. So Adam is not a shapeshifter, nor anything else that reacts on contact with silver. I glance at the boys and see Dean glancing away.

"You know, called when he could. But still..." Adam said as he takes a bite. "He taught me poker and pool and even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And, uh...he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful 'sixty-seven Impala—" he goes on then it seemed Dean was fed up.

"Oh, this is crap. You know what, you're lying." Dean said and Adam seems startled by this. "No, I’m not." Adam said. "Uh, yeah, you are." Dean accused. "I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to call me a liar?" Adam asked. "We're John Winchester’s sons, that's who." Dean yells as he indicates himself and Sam. "We are his sons." Dean said and Adam stares between the boys.

"I've got brothers?" He asked, shocked. "No, you don't have brothers. Look, man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what kind of game you're playing here." Dean said. "Dean!" I said, warningly. "I have never been hunting in my life." Adam said. "Whatever. I'm out of here. Come on, guys." Dean said and he gets up and goes to leave. "I can prove it." Adam said and we turn to him.

Adam brings us to his home and shows us some pictures. Dean holds up a framed picture of Adam and John, who was wearing a baseball cap. The boys and I examine the picture. "He took you to a baseball game?" Dean asked, disbelieving. "Yeah, when I turned fourteen. Dad was around for a few of my birthdays." Adam said while Sam holds John's journal then opens to a page he reads from. "September twenty-ninth, two thousand four. One word. Minnesota." He said but Dean was still dumbfounded by the picture.

"He took you to a freakin' baseball game?" He said, his voice rising a bit. "Yeah. Why? What'd Dad do with you on your birthday?" Adam asked as he takes the picture back. "Dean..." I whispered to him and he looks at me, frowns then looks away from me as Adam looks between us.

"Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom was missing." Sam said. "Yeah." Adam replied. "How long has she been gone?" asked Sam. "Three days." Adam said. "Who was the last person to see her?" I asked him. "Mr. Abbinanti, our neighbor. He saw her come home Tuesday night, but she never showed up to work on Wednesday." Adam said while I see another picture, this one of John hugging who I assume is Adam's mom.

"Did you call the police?" Sam asked Adam. "Mom's supervisor at the hospital did. And then I drove down here as fast as I could." He replied then he pauses. "I should have been here." he said.

"What'd the, uh, what'd the cops say?" Dean asked. "That they, uh, they searched the house. They didn't find anything. She wouldn't leave without telling anybody. It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?" Adam replied.

Adam takes me and Dean up to his mom's room and Dean shifts her dresser. I noticed a picture of John and Adam's mother and a younger Adam. "The, uh, nightstand was knocked over. Was there anything else?" Dean asked Adam as he sets the dresser back. "Oh, not really. The sheriff said there's no sign of a break-in." Adam explains.

"What, you think the cops missed something?" he asked us as Dean and I looked around. "Maybe. Yeah. They don't have my eyes." Dean said. "You're a mechanic." Adam said. "Yeah. That's right." Dean said as I look around the room

"Dean, what else can you tell me about Dad?" Adam asked Dean. "You knew him." Dean replied. "Not as well as you." Adam said and Dean turns to him. "Trust me, kid, you don't want to know." he said as Sam appears at the door, holding up a handful of papers.

"Give us a minute." I said to Adam as I take Dean's arm and we leave the room. The boys and I walk away from the room and I turn to Sam.

"You talk to the cops?" I asked him. "Yeah. Like Adam said, no leads on his mom." Sam said. "Shocker there." Dean mutters. "But I did find this." Sam said as he goes through papers till he finds a copy of the Windom Gazette. "Um...here. In nineteen ninety, there were seventeen grave robberies in Windom." Sam said.

"You think that's why Dad came through here?" Dean asked. "I'd say so. Check it out." Sam said and he points at the photo accompanying the article. Dean and I take a closer look and see John is in the background of the photo.

"All right, so he was hunting something. What?" Dean asked. "No idea. Those were the pages he threw out of the journal. But last month, the corpse snatching started up again. Three bodies from the local cemetery." Sam said. "So whatever he was after, he didn't kill it. It's back." I said. "And, what, it's stepped up its game to fresh meat? I mean, Kate's missing, and, uh—" Sam said as he goes to the next paper. This one's a copy of a photo of a man in large black glasses, Joe Barton.

"So is a local bartender—a guy named Joe Barton." Sam said and Dean takes the photo.

We walked back into the bedroom and see Adam sitting on the bed. Dean holds up the photo of Barton. "Hey, does your mom know Joe Barton?" Dean asked him. "Uh, I don't think so. Why?" Adam asked and Dean looks back over at me and Sam then back at Adam.

Then he goes over next to Adam and kneels down to the floor. "What is it?" Adam asked. "Watch out." Dean said and he flips up the edge of the comforter and looks under the bed, then gets up.

"Give me a hand with the mattress." He said as he tosses the pillows aside and, with Adam's help, moves the mattress off the bedframe. Under the bed is a vent large enough to fit someone through. Sam and I look at it then we all share a look. The boys raise their fists for rock-paper-scissors.

"Oh Lord, here..." I said and I make my way to the vent, pull out my small flashlight and shines it around it then slide inside. There is a T-junction at the end of the duct I'm in, there I see lots of blood.

I crawl a bit further; to one side is another vent cover, undisturbed. I have a pistol in my other hand, which I point around the corner before I lean around myself. There is a large amount of blood and bits of flesh or bone in the duct. "My God..." I whispered.

Later, we were in the motel room, Dean cleans a shotgun and I was sitting on the bed while Sam was sitting by a desk. There was a knock at the door and Sam goes over to it and opens it. "Who the hell are you?" Adam asked as he enters the room.

"Adam, hey." Sam said as he closes the door behind Adam. Dean flips a cloth over the shotgun. "Take it easy." Sam said to Adam. "No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay? My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you three—well, you tell me to call the cops, but you got to bail before they show? So, who are you really?" Adam asked but we stay quiet.

"Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Dean, but you did. And I heard you talking earlier—something about grave robberies." Adam accused and his eyes goes over to the shotgun that was poking out from the cloth. "You're not mechanics. I just want to know what's going on." Adam said but we stay quiet.

"Please." Adam pleads and the boys and I share a look before Sam says. "We're hunters."

"Sammy!" Dean yells. "He deserves to know, Dean." I said to him while Adam looks at us, confused. "What do you mean, 'hunters'?" he asked and Dean shakes his head while Sam goes onto explain.

"Okay, so...basically, you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I’ve ever had, that's all real?" Adam asked. "Godzilla's just a movie." Dean said. "We hunt them. So did Dad." Sam said and Adam nods. "Okay." He said and I was taken aback by his reaction.

"Okay? That's it?" Dean asked. "What am I supposed to say?" Adam said, shrugging. "That we're liars, that we're crazy. Nobody just says okay." Dean said. "Well, you two are my brothers. You're telling me the truth, right?" Adam said. "Yeah." Dean mutters. "Then I believe you. Now, what took my mom?" Adam asked us.

"We're not sure. Something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don't know what." I said. "There's a long list of freaks that fit the bill." Dean said. "You think maybe she might still be alive?" Adam asked but Dean, Sam and I look down.

"Oh. How can I help?" Adam asked. "You can't." Dean said. "This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in." Adam said. "No." Dean said, firmly. "Dean, look, maybe—" Sam said. "Maybe what?" Dean asked him. "He lost his mother. Maybe we can understand what that feels like." Sam said.

"Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid, Sam? Huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?" Dean asked. "Because—" Sam started to say but Dean talks over him. "Because he was protecting him!"

"Dad's dead, Dean." Sam said. "That doesn't matter! He didn't want Adam to have our lives, okay? And we are gonna respect his wishes." Dean yells.

"Do I get a say in this?" Adam asked. "No!" both boys said while I face-palmed at this. Dean grabs my arm and starts to lead me towards the door. "Babysit the kid." Dean tells Sam.

"Where are you two going?" Sam asked. I shrug while Dean grabs his jacket. "We're going out!" Dean yelled and leads me out the door and shuts the door behind us. "Was that really necessary, Dean?" I asked as we go over to the Impala. "Look, I just needed to get out or I was gonna punch Sam." Dean growls. I nodded. “Yeah, that wouldn’t have been great.” I muttered.

“Can you believe him? He knows how tough this life is. Hell, it’s why he and Dad fought so much to begin with! Now he wants to drag Adam into it?” Dean asked angrily. “I don’t think he’s entirely wrong Dean.” I said. “What?” Dean asked turning to me, sharply. “I understand where you’re both coming from but come on, Dean. You know how dangerous the world really is.” I replied.

“Yeah and that’s exactly why I don’t want him a part of it!” Dean yelled and I held up my hands trying to keep him calm. “I know and I’m not saying Adam has to become a full-fledged hunter, but he needs knows how protect himself from what’s out there.” I said. “If we teach him, it’s only going to make him want to go down that path even more.” Dean growled. “He’s going to be tempted regardless. I hate to say it but revenge kind of runs in your family. At least he can be taught right.” I argued.

Dean turn away, shaking his head. “I just think…” He mumbled, looking down. “Think what?” I asked, Dean sighs and turns back to look at me. “I think Adam has a chance that we never had. He can live on a normal life, (y/n). It isn’t right for us to make him throw that away.” He said pointing back towards the motel room.

“We’re not making him do anything.” I argued. “Yeah well, it sure feels like it.” Dean muttered turning his head to look at the motel room. I stared at Dean, trying to think of what else to say.

“Come on, we need to get going.” Dean said before I can make up my mind. He turns and opens the driver’s side door. “Where exactly are we going?” I asked walking around the car to the passenger side. “We’re gonna look into something.” Dean replied.

"This tomb was built in 1926. Four generations of the Millsap family were interred here." the cemetery director said as he escorts me and Dean, both of us wearing suits. "They don't build 'em like this anymore." Dean said. "Tell me, Agent Nugent and Jett, have either of you thought about where you two might like to spend eternity?" The director asked us and Dean hesitates. "All the damn time." I replied and Dean nods before he looks around the tomb.

"So, three bodies went missing. Any idea who did it?" he asked. "Hooligans. Sick, deranged hooligans." the director growls while I noticed something spilled on the side of the tomb. I touch it, smell it, and recoil. "This isn't blood. What is this?" I asked. "No, it's embalming fluid. Whoever committed this crime didn't just take the corpses. They opened them up." the director said and I look at him.

Dean and I take a couple of seats at the empty bar and Dean unfolds the papers he's carrying. "First beer's on the house for cops. Feds too." The bartender said as she fills our glass with beer. "Are we that obvious?" I asked her. "I know all the local badges." she said as she sets the glasses in front of us. "And you two got that...Law & Order vibe." she said and she picks up a cloth and starts drying another glass.

"So, what's the FBI doing in Windom?" she asked us. "Looking into the disappearance of Joe Barton." Dean replied as he slides the photo of Joe across the bar. I noticed that the bartender looked stricken as she stares at Joe's picture.

"I assume you knew him?" I asked her. "A little. I'm his wife. Lisa." She replied. "Well, Lisa, what can you tell us about his disappearance?" Dean asked her. "Same thing I told the sheriff. He stayed late Friday before last to do inventory. Never came home." Lisa replied as Dean and I take our glass of beer.

"And the police?" I asked her. "Nothing. Truth is, I was scared they stopped looking. But now you're here." she said as I look at the photos behind the bar and noticed one of the pictures was of Joe in a police uniform.

"Joe was a cop?" I asked her, nodding towards the picture. "Deputy. For a little while. That was a looong time ago." She replied. "He didn't happen to work the, uh, the grave robbery case, back in 'ninety?" Dean asked. "He did. Yeah. Joe was the one who found those bodies. He got an award for that." said Lisa. "That was an interesting case." Dean said.

"He ever tell you how he did it?" I asked Lisa. "Most of the time, he said good, solid police work. But after a few beers, he'd admit he had a little help." Lisa replied. "From who?" Dean and I asked. "A 'specialist'. That's all he'd say." She said.

"Cops ever find the guy that stole the bodies?" Dean asked, nodding towards the newspaper article about the missing bodies. "No. But when I asked Joe about it, he'd say not to worry—that we took care of what done it." She said and Dean and I share a look.

We pull up to the motel and see Adam standing at the passenger side of his truck while Sam was on the driver's side and was actually being pulled under the truck by something. "Dean, (y/n), help!" Adam yells and I run out of the Impala and Adam and I grab Sam's arms and pull him free.

Dean comes out of the Impala, grabs a shotgun that either Adam or Sam dropped then fires, a bit of blood appears on the side of the truck. I look down at Sam, who looks at Adam as Adam flops onto the ground.

Dean backs Adam's truck out of the parking spot to see he had parked right over a sewer grate, which is half open. He gets out of the truck and approaches the grate, aiming the shotgun, while Sam and I were leaning on the hood of the Impala. "I winged it. Did you see anything?" Dean asked Sam after he stands up and comes over to him. "I didn't get a good look." Sam replied.

"What the hell is this thing?" I asked, desperately. "Why—who—should we go after it?" Adam asked us. "No, no." Dean said. "In that maze? That thing's long gone." I pointed out. "All right, so, we don't know what it is, but we do know who it's going after. Joe Barton, Adam's mom—" Sam said. "And Adam. It was under his truck, just waiting for him." Dean added. "It set a trap, and I walked right into it." Sam grumbles.

"Doesn't matter. You're right—there's a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I'm pretty sure he helped out Dad. So we've got him, Dad's girl, and his son." Dean said. "All the people Dad knew in town." said Sam.

"At least we know why it's back." I said. "It wants revenge." Adam said and we all look at him.

"Grab your stuff. We'll hit the road." Dean tells Adam after we get into his house. Adam flips on the lights and heads upstairs while Sam sits at the kitchen table. "We shouldn't leave." he says as he thumps his injured ankle on another chair. "Here, let me look at it." I said to Sam as I grab the first aid kit we brought in and go to the chair.

"Yeah, let's stay here, where the kid's mom got ganked. Good one." Dean said, sarcastically, as Sam raises his leg and I sit on the chair and he places his ankle on my lap and I start to clean his wound. "I'm serious." Sam said. "No, Sam, we're gonna take the kid, we're gonna drop him off at Bobby's, and then you, me and (y/n) are gonna come back here and finish what Dad started." Dean said, firmly.

"How? We got no leads, no witnesses. We do have what this thing wants." Sam said and I stop cleaning his wound and grabbed the bandages and furrow my brow at Sam. "You want to use the kid as bait? That's why you want to stay here?" I asked him. "Maybe this thing will come back. We could train Adam—get him ready." Sam said as I bandage up his ankle.

"He could die, Sam." Dean yells. "We could all die, Dean. Even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge, on Dad, on us. What if they find the kid instead and he's not ready?" Sam asked as Adam returns, backpack over one shoulder.

"I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I want to do it." he said and Dean looks at Sam then me then over at Adam.

We made our way to a field and Sam was teaching Adam how to fire a gun while Dean and I were leaning against the Impala. Dean was watching on, looking upset, and I look over at him. "This is so stupid." Dean grumbles. "He's gonna get himself killed."

"Dean..." I said, exasperated. "(Y/n), please don't argue with me. You know what I'm saying is right." He said and I sighed. "Look, I don't want Adam in danger either but...he should at least learn how to protect himself. I mean, what if a demon or any monsters we've fought find out about Adam? You know that they would love to jump at the opportunity to go after a son of John Winchester, especially one that can't defend itself." I explained as three gunshots sounds out as Adam had hit this sign he and Sam used for shooting practice.

Dean turns his head away from me as Adam and Sam talk then Sam claps Adam on the back. Dean sighs and shakes his head slightly.

"So, then we lit it on fire." Sam explains to Adam as we sit at Adam's house. Sam had spread out alot of books to Adam and they were looking through it. "With a homemade flamethrower?" Adam asked Sam. "Yeah. They're easy to build. I'll show you." Sam replied. "That is some job you got, man." Adam said, a bit impressed.

"Being a hunter isn't a job, Adam. It's life. You're pre-med. You got a girlfriend, friends?" Sam said, questioning, and Adam nods. "Not anymore you don't. If you're really gonna do this, you can't have those kinds of connections, ever. They're weaknesses. You'll just put those people in danger, get them killed." Sam explained while Dean looks away and I place my hand over his as we sit at the nearby table.

"That's the price we pay. You cut 'em out, and you don't look back. There's only one thing you can count on. Family." Sam continued. "Sam." Dean said and Sam looks over at him.

"Can I talk to you?" Dean as he gets up and goes over by the stairs, Sam follows him, leaving me alone with Adam. I look over at him and give a small smile. "They always argue?" Adam asked me and I let out a humorless laugh. "You have no idea." I respond. "Sometimes, I always have to get into the middle of them and stop them from trying to kill each other."

"Oh, so you're like some peacemaker?" He asked and I laugh alittle. "Something like that." I said. "So...how did you get involved with them?" Adam asked me. "I've known them all my life. My father and John had been partners from time to time until my father died. Then a few years ago, I teamed up with them." I said and Adam nods.

"Well...Sam called you Dean's girlfriend, is that true?" Adam asked me. "Yeah, it is." I said but then Sam comes up, annoyed. "Everything okay? Where's Dean?" I asked. "He just walked out. Can you go with him?" Sam asked and I sighed. "Yeah...I'll go babysit your brother." I said as I get up and walk out of the house just as Dean gets into the Impala.

"Wait up!" I called out and get into the passenger seat. "Babysitter (y/n) is here!" I said, sarcasm, and Dean rolls his eyes. "He asked you to come with me." He grumbles. "Yep...so where we going?" I asked him. "Gonna find what is hunting Adam." Dean replied as he starts up the Impala and we take off.

We .are our way into the cemetery and Dean opens the tomb. I turn on a flashlight and shine it around until I spot a loose stone. "Dean." I said as I pointed it out and Dean works it out of the wall with a crowbar, behind it there was a tunnel behind it. I shine the light along the tunnel. "Great." He groans and he crawls in and I follow.

At the far end of the tunnel is another room and I shine my light around. "Home sweet home." Dean said, snarkily, then we heard a noise on our feet. We looked down and saw a lot of blood that is next to a severed arm and a pair of large black glasses. Dean picks those up and looks at them.

"Sloppy Joe." he remarks and I make a noise of disgust. "Dean, don't ruin Sloppy Joe for me." I said then we hear something in the tunnel and Dean fires several times. The tunnel collapses.

"Oh, son of a bitch!" Dean yells and I try to make a call but no signal. "Damn it." I said and I turn to Dean. "No signal." I said and Dean growls. Then he kicks at the door out of the tomb, it remains sealed. I go to explore, pushing a skeleton out of the way with my foot and noticed that there is a sealed coffin with relatively fresh blood on the outside.

I open the coffin and gasped as I see that it is Kate Milligan, Adam's mother...well most of her as it seemed she had been eaten on. "Dean!" I said and he comes over to me and sees what I found. He goes and opens another coffin, this one has the corpse of Adam. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed while Dean puts a hand to Adam's mouth; there's quite a lot of blood. Both of us share a look of worry and fear. "Sam..." both of us said, fearfully.

"We got to get the hell outta here." Dean mutters. "Gee, you think?" I said, sarcastically, and we began to look around. Dean looks up then pats my shoulder and pointed up, where a stained-glass window was over us.

Dean breaks a long piece of metal off one of the coffins and tries to use it to pry the door open. It doesn't work. "Holy crap." he mutters then he and I go to stack one coffin on another, then stand on them, and use the metal bar to smash through the stained-glass window. Dean grabs the edge of the window and swings himself out then he turns around holds his hand out and helps me out.

We make our way back to Adam's house then enter inside of it and see Adam and Kate had tied Sam down on the table. "Hey!" Dean shouts as he aims his shotgun, fires and Adam hits the wall, a hole through his shoulder.

"Guys, they're ghouls!" Sam shouts and Dean pauses while Kate goes to charge at us. Anger filled my chest just as I raise my hand and she stops in mid-charge then I clench my hand, slowly, and she starts to choke. "Which means head-shot." Dean said and he goes to fight Adam.

Then I wave my hand and fling Kate off to the side. She lands and rolls on the floor while I grab a knife then I get on top of her and start to stab her in the head several times. She stops moving and I let out a breath while I hear a noise nearby. I turn my head to see Dean beating Adam's head in with a metal bar.

"Guys!" Sam said and Dean and I go over to Sam and we cut through the ropes and duct tape. I grab a couple towels on the way as I see that he has some cuts on his arms and a stab wound on his side. We help Sam sit up and I use the towels as pressure bandages. "Come on. Come on. Come on. Hang on." I murmur to Sam as I hold the towels to his wound.

"All right, here we go. Here we go. Hang on, buddy. All right." Dean mutters. "Thank you." Sam said, relieved. "That's what family's for, right?" Dean asked and Sam looks at him. "Keep pressure on that." I tell Sam and he holds it.

"You sure we should do this?" Sam asked after we wrapped Adam's body in sheets and laid it on a pyre. "Ghouls didn't fake those pictures. They didn't fake Dad's journal." Dean said as he opens a bottle of lighter fluid then sprinkles it over Adam.

"Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one." Dean said. "Maybe we can bring him back. Get a hold of Cas, call in a favor." I suggested but Dean shakes his head. "No, Adam's in a better place." he said and he lights a match and tosses it on the pyre, Adam's body goes up in flames.

"You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person." Dean said to Sam. "I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now." Dean said as Sam looks at him, his brow furrowed a bit.

"I'll take that as a compliment." he said. "You take it any way you want." Dean said and we all watch Adam's body go up in flames and I take Dean's hand in mine, and I feel his hand squeezing mine.

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SPN request info!

Ships I’ll write for

❤️Dean x Castiel

❤️Sam x Castiel

❤️Sam x Eileen

❤️Dean x Lisa

❤️Sam x Rowena

❤️Sam x Gabriel

❤️Dean x Donna

❤️Charlie x Jo

❤️Benny x Dean

❤️Dean x Crowley

❤️Kevin x Belphegor

❤️Bobby x Crowley

ships I won’t write for

💔Sam x Lucifer

💔Dean x Michael

💔Angel x Angel ships

Characters I’ll write “x reader”s for (can be romantic or otherwise)

💕Dean Winchester

💕Sam Winchester

💕Castiel

💕Lucifer

💕Crowley

💕Benny Lafitte

💕Adam Milligan

💕Kevin Tran

💕Jack Kline

💕Rowena MacLeod

💕Charlie Bradbury

Other things I don’t wanna do

🚫later seasons/post show is off the table— I have a bad memory, i don’t remember anything that happened in season 15

🚫Demon Dean

#don’t reblog #navigation #supernatural #spn #spn x reader #supernatural x reader

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Hearts Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader - Finale

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Adam and Reader grew up together and were high school sweethearts, after his death and learning about monsters, (Y/N) tries to move on but never forgets her first love. When ten years pass, what will happen when a familiar face appears?

Sorry this Birthweek past is late, work was a bitch

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Michael had never experienced such loneliness. Even trapped in Hell for over a millennia, he was never alone. But not, in the ever expansive darkness of the empty, he was truly alone.

After taking in his new reality for the first time, the archangel, the strongest of his kind, fell to his knees and screamed in anguish. He had lost everything that had ever meant something to him.

Adam, who trusted him enough to be used as his vessel, who showed him what compassion and love truly was, who knew his pain and comforted him.

(Y/N), who loved him for him and just because he shared a body with the love of her life. Her heart was so large, so kind, she loved despite his flaws, his anger and pride.

They had both shown him what living could really feel like. Michael had felt something that his father had never been able to give to him or his siblings, a sense of belonging, of a family. But now they were both gone. Their faces, smiling, hands reaching out to him, slowly faded from his memory.

His cries seemed to shake the void, desperate sobs clawing their way out of his throat. His heart, though it did not beat, felt like it was trying to escape his chest to be free of the sadness.

“I HATE YOU!” He screamed, he screamed this until his voice could produce only a whisper. His father, his creator, had destroyed everything that he built with nothing more than a snap of his fingers.

After what felt like hours, Michael lay against the ground, curled in a ball. It was the only thing he could do, trapped in and endless hellscape, damned to live alone until he was overtaken by the dark.

“Are you quite done?” The voice made him scramble to a sitting position. A throne had appeared behind him, a woman lounging across the chair, a leg draped over on the arm rests. The woman was pale, brown hair in ringlets, and a permanent smirk on her lips.

“Helloooo~?” She moved to sit correctly, resting her elbows on her jean clad knees to stare at him, “Are you done crying like a little bitch? I don’t like being woken up and I have been awake way more than I would have liked lately.”

“You’re the empty.” Michael whispered.

The void smiled, raising an eyebrow, “Nothing escapes that perception of yours, does it?” She leaned back, “Soooo... You gonna go to sleepy time?”

“I-...” He swallowed thickly, “I have to get back, I have to save them.” He stood up only to be forced to fall on his back. He grunted, gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah, no. Only your daddy can do that and...” She hissed through her teeth, “I don’t think he’s comin’. Especially since he pulled the delinquent out of here and not you.” She hummed, “You did send him back pretty quickly, that was helpful.”

“You don’t understand.” He said with a grunt, struggling to move his limbs.

Her voice boomed in his ears, “I understand all too well actually. I just had a mega influx of souls in the last seventy-two hours. I just want to sleep. So you’re going to sleep.”

“N̵̢̮͖̬͚͚̟̹̹̓͐̈͗͆̐̂̽̓͠ͅO̷̖̠̬̮̼̜͇̙̪̦̲̲͉̩̊̾̔ͅW̷̘̓̓͗͋̂”

Michael fell into the sleep. His eternal rest.

Snap

A gasp escaped her lips as precious air filled her lungs. (Y/N) sat up, clutching at her chest. She was back on the beach, no blood, no pain. She let out a breathy laugh as she looked around. She could hear birds singing, filling the emptiness that had filled an empty world. She saw Sam and Dean rushing to help her stand. Jack stood farther away, a smile on his face. At their feet, the once omnipotent being was on the ground. The Winchesters and (Y/N) went to Jack’s side, staring down at Chuck.

“What kind of an ending is this?” Chuck spoke in an exasperated tone.

“His power.” Sam tilted his head, “You sure it won't come back?”

“It's not his power anymore.” Jack said coolly.

“Then I think it's the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about.” Sam said.

“It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die.” Dean added.

“It’s the ending where you fall in love and will watch them die in front of your eyes. And you won’t be able to do a thing.” Her lip trembled as she glared down at him.

“And no one cares.” Sam shrugged, “And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten.” Dean put a hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, leading the pack back to the impala where they left Chuck by himself. To be alone. To live alone. And to die alone.

The impala pulled up outside of the little blue house, where Luella was making her way up the sidewalk just like she had been when she disappeared.

“Is she blue?” Dean raised an eyebrow at the woman waddling.

(Y/N) grinned brightly, hurried getting out of the Impala and walking to meet Luella.

“Ah, Missus DeAngelo.” Luella smiled at the girl, “Your husband and I talked last week and I talked it over with Franklin. He said it was a surprise but I am just too excited.” She took her hand and placed the golden key in her palm, “The house is yours. I pray that it gives you as many memories as it gave to Franklin and I.”

“Luella, that’s... Thank you.” She sniffled back tears, hugging the woman tightly. The old woman chuckled, patting her on the back. When she pulled away, she gave her a wink.

“Well, I’m off. We’re going to Aruba.” She waddled away with a pep in the step of her granny sneakers, zooming away in her little blue bug. Around that time, the boys had arrived behind her, looking up at the house.

“Nice digs.” Sam chuckled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“Missus DeAngelo?” Jack narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

“Yeah, it was Michael’s-” Her words died on her lips when the blue door opened. Out into the light of day stepped Adam, wearing his favorite blue flannel and his worn out jeans.

“Adam.” She whispered, a slow walk turning into a run as she threw herself into his open arms.

“Oh thank you.” He hugged her tightly, cradling the back of her head with one hand, while the other held her to his body by her waist, “Thank you, thank you.” He whispered. He pulled away to look down at her, his green eyes sparkling in the light.

“Look at you, you’re so beautiful.” He said breathlessly, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

“Is Michael there too?” She whispered. His smile faltered, shaking his head softly.

“Adam.” A shaking voice spoke, breaking them away from their gazes. Dean and Sam stood on the stoop, sorry smiles on their faces. Adam pulled away, meeting Sam in a tight hug. The first time that Adam had done so.

Sam let out a sound that was a mixture of a laugh and a sob, tears glittering in his eyes.

“C’mere, little brother.” Dean smirked, but those same tears were threatening to spill. Adam grinned through tears, moving from Sam and Dean, holding him tight.

This is what Adam had always dreamed about, family, a family of his own. Dean and Sam were here to be a part of his life, to give him advice, to be there for him when he needed it most. And to help him get what he loved most back.

Adam and (Y/N) sat on the couch across from Jack who had taken the recliner chair. The fact that this young boy was now the new god was mind blowing. But honestly, nothing really surprised her anymore. And of course Adam was used to it.

“So, Michael’s in the Empty?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Jack nodded.

“And you can get him out?” Adam looked between her and God.

“Yeah.” The boy repeated.

“Well...” Adam took a hold of her hand, hoping to calm her nerves as well as her own. His hair was wild and fluffy looking, much like the boy she had met all those years ago. His eyes were wide and full of something she had not seen in a long time: hope.

“What do we need to do?”

Jack stood up, offering his hands out for them to take: “Just trust me.” They both stood up, no hesitation as they took the boy’s hands. As soon as their palms touched, they were surrounded in darkness.

“Just keep hold of me.” Jack said before something appeared from the void around them. A throne room with a very pissed brunette glaring at them.

“What the hell are you doing back here?” She spat her venom, but soon enough her narrowed eyes widened, “Wait a minute, you upgraded. Didn’t you, squirt?”

“I did. And I came to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?” She chuckled, an amused smile on her lips, “I’m listening.”

The boy brought them forward towards the throne, a kind smile on his face: “I want to say how sorry I am that you have not been getting the rest you were promised. So here is my offer: I take Castiel and Michael back with me, and I will share that you are never awoken again.”

The Empty hummed, tapping her chin in thought. (Y/N) felt her whole body getting drowsy, perhaps the effects of the Empty lulling her to sleep. She glanced around the boy at Adam who seemed to be struggling to stay awake as well.

“Alright, kid.” She smiled, “You can have your people back. But if I am ever awoken again, I’m coming for you.”

Jack nodded, “I understand.” Seemingly satisfied, the Empty snapped her fingers and there appeared Castiel and Michael. They were both standing there, staring with wide eyes.

Castiel, blue eyes looking so tired, but his smile was so wide. And Michael, with tears running down his face, began to weep.

“You’re alive?” He muttered through trembling lips.

“Let’s go home.” Adam smiled, holding out his hand. The angels both took a step forward, reaching out.

One Year Later

Working hurriedly on the insane amount of food they would all need to eat, (Y/N) sighed in frustration when the doorbell rang. The sound was musical and was meant to be the least amount of stress possible. Not today.

"Adam, Michael, your brothers are here!"

"Already?" Adam grinned as he adjusted the collar on his flannel. Ever since becoming close with his brothers, he had embraced their flannel lifestyle. It wasn't a bad look on him. Family wasn't a bad look on him either, Michael included.

In the time that had passed since pulling Michael from the empty, the angel still had that stern look and tight frown, but those looks were becoming few and far between. Michael, perhaps for the first time in his existence, was happy. He had a connection to others, stronger than simply brothers in arms. Michael and Castiel had made amends and grown close. Finally, having someone to talk to about their father and what he had done to them.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she grinned up at Adam, moving away from the table she had set and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You both ready?" She asked.

"With you? We would be ready to face the world." He grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Been there, done that." She rolled her eyes, watching Michael appear in Adam's place.

"Your heart beats are fine." Michael placed a hand on her stomach; the bump was hardly noticeable.

"Great. Now, can you stop worrying about me for five minutes? We're okay." She kissed his cheek, seeing Adam was back in the seat.

"Let's do this." They walked to the blue door and pulled it open, revealing a sight that made her heart squeeze.

Dean, Castiel, Jack, Sam, and his girlfriend Eileen who looked like she was about to bop. They greeted each and everyone with open arms, laughs, and smiles all around.

The smorgasbord of food was perfect for the number of people who showed up and for how bottomless Dean's stomach seemed to be. Between signing back and forth with Eileen, she caught Michael's eye as he spoke with the boys about everything he had experienced during the creation. He had so much passion for what he had accomplished. Then, (Y/N) smiled before focusing back on Eileen.

Castiel, whose wings forever tickled at Dean's freckled cheeks, looked around the home, looking at his brother triumphantly.

"Mike, I gotta say, place isn't half bad. Looks like a grandma lives here, but pretty nice." Dean draped his arm over the back of his chair.

Sam chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, the padding in every corner is a nice touch." One of the first things they had noticed upon entering the home was the fact that there wasn't a sharp corner in the place, covered in foam or some sort of padding.

"Yes, well, there's a reason for that." Michael grinned, probably the first time any of them had seen him smile. Jack gave the archangel a knowing glance, winking. But if anything, Jack's subtly was akin to a bullhorn.

Sam seemed to catch on immediately, a grin appearing: "Really? Like Jack?"

"We haven't been able to determine yet because someone has their lips sealed." Michael glanced at the boy who only smiled brightly, "But yes, really."

At that point, the light bulb in Dean's head went off: "Oh, (Y/N)'s pregnant?"

Rolling his eyes, Castiel sighed, "How oblivious are you?"

"Me? Oblivious?" He let out a chuckle that faltered near the end, "Yeah, sometimes."

"Would you be able to tell if they are nephilim?" Sam asked, leaning a little closer.

"Usually. Like with Jack, alarms should have gone off to every angel out there. But someone seemed to have cut the wire to the system."

Jack shrugged, "What can I say? I like surprises."

"Speaking of surprises." (Y/N) sing songed as Eileen, "I made pie. Well I made three actually."

Dean's head perked up, "Might have to borrow little lady for the weekend, eh, Cas?" He nudged the angel.

"Fat chance." Michael and Castiel replied in unison.

With a glow in his eye, Adam stood up and helped (Y/N) grab the pies from the window sill they were cooling on.

After everyone was gone, Adam was in the kitchen washing dishes, taking frequent glances at his wife as she sat on the floor and put together a baby seat.

Michael appeared beside him, leaning back on the counter as he looked around.

"I would say we've done pretty well for ourselves." Michael said softly.

"Yeah, it's not conventional, but it's ours, and that's all that matters." Adam grinned, "Baby was a surprise though."

The angel raised his eyebrows in agreement, "Yes... I never truly understood human creation until now. When my father created man, he just thought of them as entertainment. Then I saw what they could do, whether or not I believed it then... I thought human creation was second to divine. To be able to make and create another life simply because you can always astound me. Now, we have created a little life."

Adam felt his heart swell, the love Michael had for all them made his whole body warm, "Domestic looks good on you, Angel."

With a smile, Michael disappeared and took over at the vessel in Adam, finishing the dishes with a snap of his fingers.

"Michael, you got somewhere to be?" (Y/N) called. Michael pouted, remembering that he was reminded that he was supposed to be doing human tasks in a human manner.

"Precious one, I know for a fact that you wish you could snap your fingers and get that swing done." Michael walked out, sitting beside her on the ground with his legs crossed.

"I'm making memories, Mister Milligan." She stuck her tongue out at him, looking back at the instructions. Truthfully, she wished she could snap her fingers and be done with everything that had to be built for the nursery.

"We could make more memories in other ways." He leaned in closer to press little kisses along her neck.

"Michael." She giggled, "Please."

"What can I say? My heart has been possessed with love." He nuzzled his face into her neck and pulled away, one eye glowing blue and the other a crystal green, "And we wouldn't have it any other way."

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supernaturals-fav-witch · 7 months

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Hello, can you do dating adam milligan headcannons please?

Dating Adam milligan headcannons

(I'm gonna try to not mention micheal and focus on Adam for ya)

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH IM A SLUT FOR MICHAEL/ADAM/JAKE JUST AAAHHHHHH ok so this first part is how you met him, the next part is dating him, so if you don't like the meeting of him and you just skip to the nest part <3

Meeting baby <3

So you met him whilst he was in the cage so he looked like this

You walked in the area and walked around the cage you talked with luci and Michael then you talked with Adam, he was making jokes and was kinda happy you were there talking to him.

You flirted with him and Michael, they flirted back. You made a deal with them that you'd get them out and they would behave and not fight.

Micheal tried to say that they literally had to do this and that, and bs but you said "the fuck you do, either you listen and you don't pull shit or yall rot hear for eternity with eachothers bs" and thar scared them so they listened

They thought you where hot af, so they wanted to date you.

So they thought I'd they'd agree they would be able to date you

Of course they'd want to date you but not together they didn't talk about how much they liked you

You got them out they followed the deal and didn't use any loopholes

Inorder to respect you and to win you over,

Adam/micheal loved you, trying to win you over.

They flirted alot

Listened to you

Loged everything you said and did, and every movement.

They wanted you badly and were going to get you

Here's the headcannons for when yall are actually dating!

Dating Adam you're also dating Michael.

But it's like dating a two puppy's one second them the next phycos that would do anything for you

He loves you deeply

He's so gentle and kind with you

He loves kissing you and usually kisses you like the gif below

He loves holding you gently to his chest

His hands are always on yoh no matter where when or how.

He likes to sleep on you're boobs/chest so he can hear you're heart beat but also likes you to sleep on his chest so he knows you're there with him the whole time

Is always looking at you in awe like you are his everything bc you are

Loves carrying you around like a teddy

Would put you in air jail

Mans the size of sam so he loves picking you up and just holding you or fucking you

He moves twords you in his sleep and holds you close

He kisses you in his sleep, like you're shoulder or you're cheek

He loves going infront of you like a guard dog

Or if you're talking to someone he will just walk up behind you and put his arms around you're waist and nuzzle his head to you're neck kissing you

He will hold your hand even when you're hand gets sweaty he won't let go until he has to

Like cooking with you and kissing you whilst you cook

If you get tired or lazy he will either A. Cuddle you all day or B. Do everything you were planning on and them arrange flowers for you and cook you some pasta then will watch disney movies with you.

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gilverrwrites · 2 months

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Their Perfect Date [Human Edition]

Rating: General

Angel Edition | Demon Edition

Please remember: good days are ahead of you.

Adam

Brings you a small bouquet of flowers.

He’s paying for the date (at least the first date), it's just how his mom raised him.

Defo the movie and a meal type.

Some kind of historical drama or action comedy.

Slushy with 2 straws, and the classic yawn and stretch into putting his arm around you.

If all else goes to crap, you can at least talk about the movie during dinner.

Dinner being pizza/burgers from the closest table service fast food place.

Charlie

No gift, actually, it's your job to bring a selection of snacks. (She will also be providing a selection of her own favourite goodies.)

Chips/crisps, candy, pizza.

Bring caffeine too because it's gonna be an all-nighter.

It’s a gaming sleepover – think RE6, overcooked, Mario Kart, Wolfenstein ET, or whatever multiplayer games you’re into.

All on her couch in your hand-made blanket fort, until you both crash, or find another, more intimate activity.

Dean

Won't bring you a gift but will pay for at least the first round of drinks.

Gotta be some unknown dive bar with 50 beers on tap, barrels for tables, greasy food, and a classic rock tribute band that goes hard.

Tasty food, good music, stunning company, what more could a man want.

Also, a pool/foos/hockey tables are a must.

Spend the night drinking, dancing, and kicking his ass at your game of choice.

Bonus points if cook him breakfast in the morning.

Ketch

Would gift you wine(/some kind of alcohol), the fancy kind that’s hard to pronounce. Or if you’re not a drinker, probably a box of chocolate (Fortnum & Mason or a similarly high-end brand).

The date itself, something active but competitive.

Axe throwing, paintball, maybe even go-karting or dirt biking.

Wants to show off for you.

If you struggle to keep up, he’ll give you pointers, help you improve, but won’t pretend to be bad/let you win.

If you’re genuinely good, even good enough to beat him… *heart-eyes*

Sam

I actually think he would really enjoy going to a museum or gallery.

He’s a smart guy, and he loves to learn, but so often it's under s time constraint, or it's specific.

But on a date, he gets to not only spend time with the person he loves

But he’s able to slowly, casually explore the museum, observing, and learning about each piece without it being for a case.

If you’re the kinda person that always carries a bag, he’d hold it for you all the way through, and hold your hand.

You’re gonna stop and look at everything he wants to look at, and he’s gonna do the same for you.

Heart eyes when you start dragging his mammoth height through the crowds when you get excited to see something.

Debrief and refresh afterwards at the closest café, where you can both gush about your favourite parts.

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Back in Business | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Amnesia

Words: 1144

Fandom: Supernatural

A/N: I don't know why it took me this long to post this when it was sitting in my drafts for ages, so here it is.

Summary: An installation to my [Those Left Behind] series of oneshots, a canon divergent series where Sam, Dean, and Cas had suddenly disappeared, leaving reader and Jack alone to take over. When it was getting too much for them to handle, Adam mysteriously appeared in front of them from the ground. This takes place after [New Routine].

Sam, Dean, and Cas were back, but they were not the same as when they had left. There were pieces in their memories that were missing. At one point, they forgot why they left in the first place. It was always for a case, but they couldn’t remember what. They woke up lying in a poppy field in the middle of the forest, before making their way back to town on foot.

It was a huge surprise to see Adam again, making them very curious about what exactly happened while they were away. Cas couldn’t readily find an explanation for the recent turn of events, but for now, they were glad to be home.

Dean watched you and Adam cook together curiously as he sat at the dining table, beer in hand. Sam was already researching possible causes to their disappearance. Jack and Cas were sitting on the opposite side of the table catching up about their latest cases as well as any news from the other angels.

Adam went to reach past you for a seasoning, a hand on your waist to steady himself, before going back to the stove. He leaned over, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered something that made you laugh. You bumped his shoulder as you continued to fry the bacon and sausages Dean wanted. You were aware of him watching the two of you, and you had no reason to hide this development. It was hard to predict his reaction, but you didn’t want to worry about it the whole time.

“Order up!” you called, bringing a full plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage in front of each person.

You and Adam sat across from Jack and Cas, the table being used at almost full capacity. Adam slid his laptop over, searching up new cases with one hand and shoveling eggs into his mouth in the other. You shook your head, chewing off a piece of bacon as Jack told the others about the vampire nest they walked into for Adam’s first hunt.

“So, what exactly happened down in the cage? How did you get out?” Sam asked, empty plates all pushed to the side as you all returned to business.

Adam shrugged. “Well, besides the absolute torture it was being stuck beween Michael and the devil and my ears bleeding from their constant bickering and also the constant pressure on my body from their angel presence, it could be worse, I guess. You were gone,” Adam points to Sam, “Something was happening to the cage that was making it weak and suddenly I was being dragged out and spat out in the middle of the road.”

“And Michael? Lucifer? What happened to them?” Cas asked.

Adam took a minute too long to answer before giving another shrug as he averted his eyes towards the laptop screen. “I don’t know. I had no idea what was going on.”

You looked at Adam and frowned. You had forgotten to ask him about that, the fact that he had been Michael’s vessel eluding you. You supposed that it was due to the fact that Sam and Dean had avoided talking about their long lost half-brother. Cas stood up, chair scraping across the floor.

“I need to go,” he said.

“Where?” Dean asked.

“If the cage had been weakened or damaged in any way, then that means something big happened.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jack said, standing up as well. Cas looked over at him with a small smile, placing a hand on his shoulder before they both disappeared in a flurry of wind.

Dean blinked, flummoxed by the sudden change of events. It was just one thing after another. They had just gotten back from who knows where and while he usually had the attitude of a workaholic, even he felt that they needed time to step back and really look at what’s going on. He had a feeling that they were dealing with something that was bigger than they thought. It always was like that.

He turned his gaze over to his youngest brother who was staring intently at his laptop. “Got anything?”

Adam nodded. “I think so,” he said, spinning the laptop around to face his brothers. “Mysterious deaths around Columbia Falls, the safest city in Montana.”

“Not anymore.”

Sam snorted at Dean’s remark. “What about it?”

“Whether these are suspected murders or a series of unfortunate events in a small city, the victims so far had mostly been college students on spring break all of them having visited the RV park and campgrounds. The latest case is a couple that had gone camping and were found near the river, their bodies bloated as if they had been underwater for months instead of two days. They’re still doing an autopsy on them. Looks like they’ve found more stuff that could give us an idea of what it is.”

“Rules out the normal bear attacks and werewolves,” Dean said.

Sam hummed, closing his laptop. “Well, are all four of us going?”

“I don’t see why not. We’re going nowhere with our Wicked Witch poppy field mystery and I wanna see our baby brother in action.” Dean smirked at Adam.

You took the time to get ready, packing a small duffle bag and some basic hunting supplies in a backpack. There was a lightness in your step from the fact that your close friends who were like family were back, but your heart was feeling different. Like Dean had said, there was likely something bigger at work than any of them thought. You also couldn’t shake off the fact that Adam had hesitated when Cas asked him about what happened to Michael and Lucifer. It could be him taking a moment to remember, but everything he had a clear answer to.

Passing by Adam’s room, you heard a low murmuring. You didn’t want to be nosy, but it had helped you many times during cases. The door was cracked open and you could see his shadow from under the door.

Tiptoeing closer, you could hear Adam’s voice clearly, but what made you halt in place was what he was saying. You weren’t versed in it, but you could recognize the language the longer you heard it. Adam was speaking enochian. Who was he talking to?

Before you could walk away, the door swung wide open, revealing Adam with a bag slung over his shoulder. He spotted you instantly, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You cleared your throat. “Ready?” you asked casually.

He nodded, then lowered his head with a frown.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, snapping his head up again. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you out towards the kitchen and dining area. “Looks like the family business is back in full swing, huh?”

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The first one is based on the scene where bobby finds out dean sold his soul to bring back Sam in 2×22 but instead of bobby it's dean's girlfriend the reader

The second one is an Adam Milligan fanfic based on 15×08 after Adam and Michael escape hell but it doesn't follow the plot completely

The last one is a Jack kline fanfic based on 15×19 when jack becomes the new god

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satansapostle6 · 4 months

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Out of the Woods

It was dark, and he was running, but Luke Castellan knew what he saw. He was weak and weary, having been running from a vengeful flock of Stymphilian birds and their venomous droppings. He’d since lost track of exactly how long he’d been running through the woods for, but the sky told him it had been little more than three days.

His legs had gone numb long ago; his only options were simply to keep running, or die. Luke had no choice but to keep running. He would’ve been able to kill the birds days ago, but he’d been left nearly defenseless after a long quest in the midwest.

He’d lost everything but a jagged and cracked Celestial bronze dagger, along with a backpack that was empty except for an empty bottle of water and only half of a granola bar. Luke had nothing to save him, except for his training.

He’d had no time to stop and fashion something to save him. He was without recourse, and completely alone. Or so he thought, until he reached a dead end. Luke was running furiously through the trees in the dead of night, delirious with fatigue and starvation. It had been hours since he’d last had water, and days since he’d eaten. He was finally beginning to fall victim to his exhaustion after three days of fighting for survival.

His feet dragged in the woods, and he feared his body was beginning to shut down. His vision, in the darkness, was next to nothing. He knew that, with his succumbing to fatigue, the birds would be closing in soon, which meant death. He tripped on a rock as he ran, falling to the ground.

“You must go on, my child,” a voice said in his head. “Come to your sovereign, and claim eternal glory.”

Even in his state, Luke was aware the voice wasn’t his father’s. He had fallen onto his stomach, his arms not strong enough to prop him up as he stared at the darkness of the ground, surrounded by sticks, leaves, and rocks. As his eyes slowly fell closed and claws dug into his back, he saw a pair of black boots hit the ground next to him before everything quickly faded away.

*****

Luke woke to sunlight softly shining through a veil of trees in the woods. He slowly sat up, not recalling falling asleep on his back. He was also surprised to wake up not alone, to another face hovering somewhere not too far above his own.

“There he is,” a deep, resonant voice cut through the silence.

Luke frowned, feeling oddly well-rested as he sat up. He was startled to see a young, completely unfamiliar girl sitting across from him. She was the one who had spoken, and immediately, Luke was alerted by her presence.

“You can relax. I’m not gonna kill you,” the girl said calmly, which he found both comforting and off-putting at the same time. “If I wanted to do that, I could’ve done it whenever I wanted within the past two days.”

“Two days?” Luke demanded, refusing to believe that he’d spent two days in the presence of this strange girl.

“Yeah. I found you a couple days ago, about to get pulled apart by a flock of Stymphilian birds,” she said. “You’re welcome for that, by the way.”

“What—Who are you?” Luke questioned, “How did you—How am I alive right now?”

He knew absolutely nothing about her, but purely based on the fact that she had saved him, he figured he could safely assume that she was a demigod.

“One question at a time,” she said flatly.

“Okay, what happened?” Luke asked her.

“I was hunting those birds. I knew they were somewhere around these woods, so I’d been hiding out here for the past four days,” she explained.

It hurt Luke a bit that this girl had not only meant to find the birds he’d been trying to escape from, but she had also taken less time to find and track them than he’d taken to evade them.

“I found them chasing you, so I killed them,” she stated, tossing what looked like a bronze feather at him. “That’s yours, by the way.”

“Okay…” Luke nodded, slowly pocketing the feather. “And, who are you?”

“Katherine ,” she supplied.

“Katherine. Alright,” he adjusted gradually. “And… how did you kill an entire pack of Stymphilian birds?”

“Celestial bronze crossbow bolts,” Katherine stated, as if it were obvious.

“So, you’re a demigod,” he deduced.

She nodded. “I am.”

“Who’s… who’s your godly parent?” Luke wondered.

“Nemesis,” she said softly.

And suddenly, her demeanor made sense. Just meeting Katherine, Luke sensed that her every movement was calculated and precise. She clearly hadn’t saved him from the birds out of pure altruism or kindness; it was some sort of act of survival. How, he didn’t know, but he knew she’d seen something useful in him.

Luke also saw Katherine’s value, and not just because he was aware she’d saved his life. Katherine was clearly a survivor, with a small but efficient utility belt around her waist. The only way Luke Castellan could’ve described her was ‘ready’. She was clearly dressed for her hunt, in clothes that looked like she’d bought them at some sort of army surplus store.

Katherine was an interesting-looking person, with a soft, beautiful face that didn’t necessarily match her clothes. Despite wearing a heavy brown jacket and a thin black tank top, accompanied by a durable pair of jeans and black combat boots Luke had seen when he passed out, he couldn’t deny the beauty of her features.

Katherine had long, straight back hair that she wore down, and wide, almost-black eyes framed by long lashes. She had fair skin and bony features that reflected years of athleticism, which could be found in most demigods.

“Who’s yours?” she wondered. “Apollo? Hermes? Athena, maybe?”

“Uh, Hermes,” Luke replied, not quite proudly. “Hey, Katherine, do you know the way out of these woods?” he asked her.

“Yeah, past the sign, and onto the road,” she said as she opened a crumpled piece of paper he assumed was some sort of map.

“What?”

“I spent the past couple of days getting us through the woods and to the nearest rest stops.”

“How?” Luke exclaimed, not understanding what had even happened.

“I carried you on my back,” she responded nonchalantly.

“Seriously? Like one long piggy back ride?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said as he realized she also had some sort of training as a demigod. “I considered hiking us up to that motel up the road, but I figured it wouldn’t be such a great look trying to check into a motel with an unconscious guy.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” he agreed. “Thank you. For that,” he said awkwardly.

Luke stopped for a moment, processing everything he’d just heard.

“I’ve really been out for two days?”

“Yeah. Like I said, if I wanted to kill you, you’d have been dead two days ago,” she frowned.

“Right. How long have we been here?” Luke asked her.

“About a day and a half,” Katherine provided. “I thought I’d let you sleep before we get moving again.”

“‘Get moving’?” he thought aloud.

“Yeah. That’s what I was gonna talk to you about,” she began. “I’m on a new hunt. And, I could… use a spare,” she shrugged.

“A ‘spare’?” Luke echoed. “No, I can’t, I have to get back to Camp.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot most kids end up at that place,” Katherine remarked.

“You’re obviously not a camper,” Luke pointed out, “So… What’s your story?”

“I don’t have one,” Katherine said as she started walking toward the road, not waiting as Luke struggled to throw his backpack over his shoulder and follow along.

“What do you mean, you don’t have one?” Luke persisted. “Everyone has a story.”

“You want my story?” she sighed. “My mother is Nemesis. My father was my nemesis. Now I hunt monsters. There, now come help me find the biggest monster either of us have ever faced.”

“What monster are you trying to hunt that you can’t kill yourself?” he asked. “A dragon? Hydra?”

“No, I’ve killed three,” she said dismissively.

“Then what are you hunting?” he stared at her.

“That’s something between me, and whoever’s gonna help me hunt it.”

“Look,” Luke began, “I probably would, if I didn’t have to get back to Camp…”

“Why? You have a curfew?” she scoffed.

“Well, no,” he considered.

“What, you have to get back? Someone’s gonna die?” Katherine suggested mockingly.

“No.”

“Then what’s the issue?” she stopped, crossing her arms.

“Well,” he contemplated, finding himself more curious about Katherine and her quest than anything. “I guess you can tell me what you’re hunting, and I can see what I can do.”

“So, what,” she challenged him, her alluring eyes locked on his as she looked up at him, “You’re in?”

“Yeah,” Luke decided confidently, accepting the challenge, “Hit me.”

The girl led him down the side of the road to the nearest motel, sparingly offering details.

“A group of demigods I met down south told me about something in the Underworld. Something valuable,” she explained. “And we’re gonna go looking for it.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a little more than that,” Luke told her as they trudged down the road.

“Like what?” Katherine asked in turn.

“Um, your last name, maybe,” he proposed.

“Montalvo,” she responded.

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere,” Luke nodded approvingly. “Now, what city are we in?” he asked in confusion.

“Sand Springs,” she supplied.

Luke was quiet throughout the rest of the walk to the motel listed on the road signs, needing an hour or so of silence to process everything that had happened in the past few days. After he and Katherine had checked into a motel room together, he sat down on one of the beds.

“Do you care which bed you take?” he asked politely.

“No. You can have that one,” she said indifferently.

“Alright,” Luke remarked, sitting down comfortably as he thought for a moment. “Hey, I know you saved my life and all, and I’m grateful, but before we get into the whole quest thing, I just have some questions…”

“You didn’t snore, and I’m not a creep.”

“Uh, no, that’s not what I meant,” Luke promised her.

“Then, what do you wanna know?” she asked, sitting down across from him on her bed.

“How, uh… How’d you end up on your own?” he wondered.

“Why do you care?” she asked, her question coming off more genuine than sarcastic.

“I just met you,” he reasoned, “I don’t know anything about you.”

“Okay, fine,” she sighed, thinking for a moment. “I ran away from home when I was twelve.”

“I ran away when I was nine,” Luke said sympathetically.

“Why?” she wondered.

“You first,” he stated.

“My dad… He was an asshole. So, when I was twelve, I left. And like any demigod, monsters started chasing me. They didn’t stop, and I was on my own. So I started finding them first.”

“I’m sorry,” Luke said softly. “That must’ve hard, living on your own all this time.”

“It’s fine. My car’s outside. I get by,” she shrugged.

“You have a car?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s not far from here, I gotta go get it,” she told him.

“Okay. I’ll come with you.”

“Alright,” she decided, walking out the door as he followed.

“What do you drive?”

“‘67 Camaro,” she responded.

“How old are you?” he asked to clarify.

“Eighteen.”

“Oh. We’re the same age,” he realized.

“Mazel tov,” Katherine said icily.

“How long has it been since you’ve had human contact?” Luke frowned.

“Not long enough,” Katherine sighed, pointedly walking ahead of him.

They walked down the street, not far from a nearby gas station, where the white Camaro was parked.

“The keys are in the car,” she told him, looking through the small crack in the car window that had been left open.

“Oh, shit,” Luke reacted.

“Can you reach your arm through the window?”

“Why?” he questioned, “Your arms are smaller than mine.”

“Are they?” she raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“God, you could use some human interaction,” Luke muttered, “Just get the keys.”

Katherine sighed, carefully sticking her hand through the car window.

“Fuck,” she grunted, unable to reach the car keys on the seat.

Luke looked around for help, trying to find someone who might be able to help them, only seeing a police car down the street.

“Oh, maybe those cops can help.”

“Quick,” Katherine hissed, “Follow my lead.”

“Follow your lead for what?”

Before Luke could think, she leaned in towards him, pulling him in by his shirt. Luke gasped into the sudden kiss, his lips pressed against hers in urgency as the police car passed them by. After a moment, fighting most of his instincts, he pulled away from her in shock, studying her for a moment.

“This car,” Luke exclaimed breathlessly, “It’s not yours. Is it?”

Katherine just shrugged, turning the key in the ignition as they both quickly climbed into the car.

“It is now.”

Chapter Two

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Don't Speak, Part 22

Pairings: dark!Sam x Reader, dark!Dean x Claire

Characters: dark!Sam, dark!Dean, pregnant!Reader, Claire, Ellen, Bobby, Adam

Warnings: dark!Winchesters, Trauma Bonding/Stockholm Syndrome, Non-graphic descriptions of Non-Con/Rape, Violence, Manipulation, Guilt, Threats, Pregnancy

WC: 3400+

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

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Part 21

The sight of Adam nearly causes you to faint. You have hoped, prayed, that somehow he managed to escape–that he wouldn’t also fall victim to the brothers–and your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of him. Old and new cuts and bruises cover every visible inch of his body, his eyes are sunken in, his skin taut, and he looks as if hasn’t slept or eaten in weeks. A ratty shirt that had once fit him properly is now held together by mere threads and covered in dried blood stains. But the worst part is the metal collar locked around his neck, connecting to his wrists and ankles. Adam’s gaze fixes on you for a moment, the ghost of a smile on his lips fading quickly when Sam tugs sharply on the shackles.

You want to run to him, apologize for ever bringing him into your complicated relationship with the Winchesters. You should’ve disobeyed John, especially now that you know that it wasn’t Adam who fathered your baby after all, and you were already pregnant when the family left in January. If you’d only waited a few weeks longer to fulfill John’s instructions, you could’ve saved yourself and Adam from all the pain that you caused by following those orders. You stop yourself from moving, especially when you realize that Sam’s eyes are narrowed in on you, as if he’s waiting to see what you’re going to do now that Adam is here.

“Check her,” Dean orders, gesturing towards Claire, baby Amelia still in his arms. Adam doesn’t move, his eyes flickering to Sam, as if he’s asking him for permission to follow Dean’s instruction. What has Sam done to him? “Now, Milligan.”

Sam nods, loosening his grip before producing a key, he unlocks the chains and Adam shuffles towards Claire. Dean hands the baby over to you, stepping back to Sam, who offers a hand to shake his brother’s in congratulations.

You rock the baby in your arms as Adam inspects Claire, taking in her tiny features. Though you knew it wouldn’t matter who fathered Amelia, you can’t help but think of the relief that Claire will have knowing that her husband is Amelia’s father. She’s the spitting image of Dean, plump lips and a button nose and large almond shaped eyes, irises already tinged with green. As the brothers share hushed words between them, you walk back towards Claire, shushing Amelia as she begins to stir. Adam offers a sweet smile to Claire telling her that she did well before giving strict instructions to stay on bedrest for the next week. He then turns to you, reaching out to take the baby from your arms. Your skin prickles under his touch and you lock eyes, and again you fight the urge to tell him how sorry you are.

He gives Amelia a quick once over, the newborn wailing in his arms, and he gently shushes her before handing her back to Claire.

“Your wife and daughter are both perfectly healthy,” Adam says meekly as he approaches Dean and Sam.

There’s a snide smile on Sam’s face as Dean takes in Adam’s words. At first you don’t understand what Sam is finding funny; recently he’d been just as obsessed with heirs as John was. John had mentioned more times than you can remember about the brothers’ needing heirs. Legitimate male heirs. Mr. Finch’s words from months echo in your ears as though it was just repeated in the quiet room.

Tell me you want me to put a son in you.

“I guess that means the Manor is mine,” Sam snickers, a poor attempt at a joke that Dean clearly doesn’t find funny, and the elder brother puts his fist through the wall behind him. You back away from the brothers as a remark from Dean sets Sam seething, and he tackles Dean to the ground. Grunting and the sounds of fists hitting flesh fill the room as the brothers tumble across the floor.

With the Winchesters occupied, you seize the opportunity–albeit a foolish one–and grab Adam’s hand. You guide him towards the passageway that you and Dean entered from earlier in the night, stopping briefly at the bed to place a kiss on Claire’s forehead and promise you’ll get her out, too. You instruct her to call for Bobby or Ellen before disappearing into the passageway. With the door closed behind you, you make for your and Sam’s room hoping that, once you get there, you and Adam can escape.

You quickly realize that it may not have been the best idea to use the secret passage, though. From your and Sam’s room, it seemed to be a straight shot, but what you failed to notice before is that there are multiple connections, and you don’t know which one leads where.

“Which one, Y/N?” Adam pants behind you.

“I don’t– I’m not sure,” you sob, cradling your stomach. This isn’t a good idea, you could end up quite literally anywhere in the Manor. “Maybe we should go back, if they don’t know we’re gone–”

“I think it’s too late for that, Kitten,” Adam grabs your hand. “And I– I can’t go back. Think, sweetheart.”

Each hall looks nearly identical to the other. If you’d paid closer attention before, you wouldn’t now be stuck in a labyrinth behind the walls of Winchester Manor. You fall against the wall, cursing yourself for thinking that you could get yourself and Adam out of here.

“I’m sorry, Adam,” you mumble. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t’ve– If I’d told them the truth, Dean would’ve never–”

Adam sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around you gingerly and pulling you close to him. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

You let out a deep breath. The longer you sit here, the greater the chance that Sam or Dean would realize that you’re trying to escape and figure out how you were doing it. If Claire was able to alert Bobby to the fighting brothers, there was a good chance they wouldn’t be able to get to her just yet.

As your eyes adjust to the barely lit corridor, you see something on the adjacent wall– an SW and DW etched into it, and you decide that hall must be the one they used to sneak into the other’s room. You struggle to stand and Adam catches on quickly, rising himself before offering you a hand to help you up. You guide him towards the walkway, excitement filling you as you reach the door to Sam’s room, knowing that you and Adam are close to freedom.

“Y’know, every time I think we’ve broken you, you somehow manage to get just enough of your fight back to do something so fucking stupid, Y/N.” A voice makes you turn and you see a pistol pointing at you and Adam. Your heart stops. Sam’s sporting what looks to be the beginning of a black eye and has a slight limp as he takes a few steps towards the two of you. “I thought we were past all this, Princess.”

“It was me,” Adam steps in front of you, “I made her do it.”

“Is this true, Y/N?” Sam asks, eyeing you sternly while fixing the pistol solely on Adam. You’re torn, afraid that Sam might kill Adam if you go along with the lie, but even more afraid of what Sam will do to you both if you tell the truth.

Adam turns his head slightly so that you can meet his eyes, and he gives an almost imperceptible nod, encouraging you to play along.

“Yes,” you mumble, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, Sam closes the distance between him and Adam and hits him too many times to count with the butt of the pistol until the doctor’s body falls to the floor with a thunk. Angry red marks cover Adam’s face and a stream of blood flows from his mouth and nose. Sam uses his shirt to wipe down the pistol, staining it red, before stomping on Adam’s hand and then his stomach. He turns away, smirking as he disappears out of the room.

Adam’s face is swelling within seconds, and you drop to your knees, hoping and praying that Sam hasn’t killed him. You place your hand under his nose, breathing out a sigh of relief when you feel a faint breath against your fingers.

“He attacked Y/N, Bobby, I had to stop him,” Sam’s voice carries from the hall.

When you look up, you see Sam and Bobby entering the room from the main doorway. You can’t remember the last time you’d seen him or Ellen.

“We need to get him back downstairs,” Sam urges, sounding rattled.

“Are you sure that’s what happened here, Sam? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, it looks like you beat the tar out of him for no reason,” Bobby retorts.

“He’s been obsessed with Y/N for months. He’s the one who attacked her and Claire last year! If Dean hadn’t found them…” You’re not sure why Sam’s ability for lying comes as a shock to you. “Y/N, sweetheart, he can’t hurt you,” Sam reaches out for you, and helps you up, wrapping his arm possessively around your shoulders.

“Why do you think I’ve been keeping her close? I couldn’t risk something else happening to her. He’s delusional, Bobby. You want to know what he told Dean?” Sam doesn’t wait for a response, plowing on in his tirade. “He said that he was our brother– that he deserved everything we had. That if we didn’t allow him to continue caring for Y/N and Claire, that he would make sure everyone in town knew about Joanna. I love Joanna like a sister; we couldn’t let her reputation be tarnished because dad wouldn’t allow Dean to marry her. You know no matter how much he discouraged it, they were sweethearts. Dean only sent her away because he thought it was what dad wanted, but dad included her in his will, Bobby. He knew that it was Dean’s child. And she and Henry should be here with us. Tell Ellen to bring her here.”

Sam is speaking so quickly and erratically that you can barely keep up. You haven’t seen Joanna since John’s funeral, and all you were told when you asked about her absence previously was that she was ill. You’d caught her and Dean in compromising positions more than once. Is that why she’s been gone? To have her baby in secret so that no one would know that she was unmarried and pregnant? To save herself and Ellen the embarrassment of having an illegitimate child? You watch as Bobby takes in everything Sam has said.

“I might not be an educated man, Sam, but I ain’t stupid.” Bobby narrows his eyes. “I’ve known you your whole life–I practically raised you–and you think I don’t know when you’re lyin’? Your daddy paid Adam to watch over the girls and help ensure safe deliveries. And you’ve been keeping him locked up for months. You think Ellen and me can’t see the bruises, that we don’t hear the screams? You think that little of us, boy? You think that you can use us to keep covering up your and Dean’s messes?”

“I think,” –Sam steps forward, the facade of a man scared for the life of his wife and child dropped now, his voice lowering dangerously– “if you don’t do as you’re told…” He leans forward and you can no longer make out his words. Bobby’s face drains of color, his eyes wide, and his whole body goes stiff as Sam pulls away. “Have I made myself clear, Robert?” Bobby nods his head. You’d never seen Sam interact this way with Bobby, and whatever he said clearly has Bobby afraid for his life.

“But you are right about one thing; Y/N and Claire, they’ll need someone to look after them while Dean and I take our next case. Take him to the servants quarters and tend to his injuries. Once he’s healed, he is only allowed to see Y/N under your or Ellen’s supervision. Is that understood? And I wasn’t just carrying on about Joanna. Dean and I will expect her and Henry moved in by the time we return. Now, get him out of here and send someone to clean up this mess.”

Bobby only nods, moving towards Adam and picking him up off the floor. A pained groan leaves Adam, and for a brief moment his eyelids flutter. Sam locks the door behind them as Bobby exits, and you’re not sure what to expect from him next. He stalks towards you, tearing off his shirt. You make a decision that you’re sure you’ll regret, and try to grab the pistol, but Sam beats you to it.

“I know it wasn’t Adam’s idea to escape,” he growls, grabbing your arm roughly. “But the fact that you let him take the fall for it–that was surprising. How do you keep managing to surprise me, Y/N?” Sam’s hand snakes up your back before grabbing your loose hair and yanking your head back. “And going for this?” he waves the pistol in front of your face, “was even more unexpected. Maybe I need to teach you another lesson,” he grunts with a pull of your hair, causing you to whimper.

“Please, Sam, I promise I’ll be good.”

Sam moves you both towards the bed, and when the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you fall backward. He lifts your nightdress over your belly and exposes your breasts, the gun tracing your silhouette, and for a moment you’re afraid he might try to fuck you with it, but instead he sets it down after a moment, just out of your reach, and pins your hands above your head. He enters you roughly, giving you no time to adjust, and sets a fast and brutal pace. Your focus falls to the window as you wait for him to finish.

August

Claire is given a clean bill of health by Dorothy a few days later, and with that the brothers are gone. A weight is lifted off your shoulders, and you feel like you can finally breathe for the first time in months. Under Sam’s orders, Joanna is back in the Manor within a week and is assigned to be the children’s wetnurse and nanny. You, Claire and Joanna are all moved into the rooms closest to the nursery which now houses both Amelia and Henry. A third bassinet sits empty waiting for your baby to fill it.

Several new servants were brought in by Dean before they’d left nearly a month prior and according to him they were there to protect you, Claire, Joanna, and the children. You aren’t sure who Dean thinks you need protecting from, especially when he and Sam were the only people in the Manor who had ever hurt you, but you have to admit knowing that Dean is concerned about the well-being of all of you is heartening.

Benny, the guard assigned to you, is nice enough, and for the most part gives you a wide berth. He’s larger than Dean but not as tall as Sam, and you can see why Dean had hired him. He accompanies you on your daily walks through the grounds and escorts you everywhere else in the Manor. Though you insist that it isn’t necessary, he maintains that he was given explicit instructions to stay by your side.

For the weeks following you fall into a routine; morning walks with Benny, afternoons spent with Claire as she heals and the babies, and evenings exploring the Manor, you’d been there for so long, but hadn’t truly been out of the East Wing. Each week, Bobby receives a letter from Dean and the time frame of their absence is extended another week. Once one case is finished, the brothers would start working another one, and a part of you wonders if they ever truly plan to return back to Kansas.

True to Sam’s word, the one and only time you’ve seen Adam since the brothers’ departure is under Bobby’s watchful eye. There was so much you wanted to say to him: apologize for getting him involved, not only once, but twice. If you hadn’t made a stupid and feeble attempt at an escape, and hadn’t let him take the blame, you’d both be better off. He hardly says anything to you, speaking mostly in two or three word sentences, before declaring you to be in good health. You attempt to follow Bobby and Adam when they exit, but to your dismay, Benny stops you, instead taking you in the opposite direction.

There’s a knowing look on Ellen’s face when she enters your room the next day, ordering Benny to help himself to lunch, while you and she tend to “wifely” things. Once Benny has disappeared, she asks you to follow her, guiding you to a secret door that you’ve never noticed before, and you curse yourself for not realizing sooner that the Manor had to be filled with multiple passageways, linking more than just bedrooms.

Ellen briefly tells you how to recognize which passage leads where and how you can use the secret corridors to go between the different wings of the house, pointing to one in particular that, according to her, might be of interest to you, and another hall that, if you were so inclined, would lead you outdoors. You don’t miss the implication of the information that she’s given you, but you know you can’t leave. Sam and Dean still need you. After your last night together–before they’d gone away–you were woken up to loving touches and sweet words from your husband that reminded you why you’d ever fallen for him in the first place. Beneath the brutality and the bouts of mania, there is a kind and sweet Sam that you cherish. If you could give Sam and Dean the son they both so desperately want, maybe things could change.

You know you need to cast Adam out of your thoughts. You can’t be a loyal wife to Sam and Dean if you also have feelings for Adam– you need closure. You could tell him how the passages work, and maybe he could escape. With the brothers extending their trip so much, he could be far away by the time they return. It was the least you could do for him.

You consider for days when might would be best to try to find Adam and help him escape. You’re sure Ellen was giving you a clue as to where he was being kept, but you won’t dare ask her for more clarification. According to Dean’s most recent letter, the brothers aren’t expected to return for at least another week. The sooner you helped Adam leave, the more time he could have getting out of Kansas City, the state, or even the country if he so desired. You doubt the brothers thought him important enough to chase all over the world; he’d fulfilled his deal with John, there was no reason for him to stay to just deliver your baby.

As the week comes to a close, you know you have to make a decision, and soon. After dinner is served that night, you and Claire spend the rest of the evening in the nursery, chatting and playing with the babies, before Ellen orders you both out so that she and Joanna can put them to bed, leaving one oil lamp burning as a nightlight for the children, as one of the new guards takes his place outside the nursery door.

Benny escorts you the short distance to your room, offering you a “goodnight, cher” as you close the door behind you. You’re confident that Benny won’t disturb you for the rest of the night, so you make the decision that tonight is the night to free Adam. You grab your own oil lamp from the beside, quickly filling it with the reserve kept in your room to ensure you had enough light to see Adam outside.

You creep through the hidden door in your room and make your way down the hall Ellen had said would be “of interest”, hoping that you didn’t misunderstand her tone, and you wouldn’t be walking into something much worse than finding Adam. You’re not sure how long you follow the grimey and dim corridor, you hoped that you could maybe get an idea of where exactly you were in the Manor, but with multiple ones branching off you realize you could be anywhere.

Part 23

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