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writer-insomniac-extraordinaire · 2 years

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

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

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

You Shouldn’t Hit Sammy Either

Anna is fourteen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Dean asked, feigning innocence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

()()()

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna grinned. “You’re welcome.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anna, he knocked you out.”

“He didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t defend him,” Sam warned her.

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

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

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

“I know. It’s fine,” Anna said.

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

“Let me do it,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna wrinkled her nose at the volume.

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

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

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

“Dean!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The phone rang three times before Jody picked up.

“Sheriff Mills.”

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

“Who’s they?”

“My brothers. They’re being dumb.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Even if it was Dean?” Anna challenged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both Sam and Dean looked slightly embarrassed.

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

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

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

La Fin

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epp-characters · 6 months

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lmao hey 🤣🤣 guess who might start writing where the wayward tread again after 10 years 🤭🤭😭

after a long ass break im rewatching the show to finish it and i am remembering how much i loved it and how much i loved writing lucy so. teehee let’s see ! mayhaps a new chapter will happen after all

#where the wayward tread #sisfic #lucy winchester #update

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fanficanatic-tw · 1 year

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

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

Available on fanfiction (x) and Wattpad (x)

Taglist: @darknightfrombeyond @foxesandmagic @arrthurpendragon

#ties of blood series #oblivion #winchester sister #ocapp #ocappreciation #Mackenzie Winchester #supernatural oc #supernatural #supernatural sisfic

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moireia · 1 month

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Is Alyssa Snow not just a rip off of another OC that was out years ago called Alys and she was the bastard twin sister of Jon Snow? It was a fic called The Dragons Daughter, same idea, same face claim

Hello anon! I have never heard of that oc or fic before. I first started posting Alyssa on my old blog about five years ago. I even found this old ask I answered about her. I'm not trying to claim that I was the first and therefore should have a monopoly on the idea of a twin sister of Jon Snow or using Adelaide Kane as a fc. Her face is gorgeous and her content is easy to work with for GoT. Sisfic is a long time oc tradition that I love and respect, as most of my oc's are usually related to a canon character. It's a great starting point for an oc! It can help develop a backstory and immediate connections.

I believe that if a hundred people give Jon a sister, each one of those oc's will have something unique and interesting about them once their stories start to unfold even if they start from a similar premise because each creator works hard and puts a lot of time and effort into their own characters. Celebration, not comparison, should be the approach to every oc.

If you want to know more about Alyssa and her story, I'm happy to answer any and all questions!

#rei speaks #alyssa asks

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 1 month

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I'm seeing some stuff about @moireia OC Alyssa Snow. I know the story The Dragon's Daughter from years ago and it only ran for a number of chapters before going dead. The OC has violet eyes and is beaten by Cersei, is defended by Jon after Theon makes lewd comments, has an Adelaide Kane face claim and is Jon Snow's twin sister. I assumed it raised comment because she is in effect a 'dragon' and hinted she should be queen. But the pairing is Robb Stark and she was passed off by Ned as a Baratheon bastard or something. Plus there is only a few surface resemblance 👍

yeah, i'm not sure what all the fuss is about, honestly. adelaide kane has been used time and again as an oc face claim, especially in the got and asoiaf fandom, and sisfic is really common. @moireia has an incredibly rich and original story for Alyssa, including her romantic pairings. so the comparisons are just weird to me.

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ao3feed-todoroki · 10 months

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Fade

Fade by CloudSpires1295

To be the apple of Enji's eye was to suffer endlessly in the name of a fruitless one-sided uphill battle that was never yours to begin with.

Words: 459, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of 5 Todo sibs 'verse

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Todoroki Nokoribi (OFC), Todoroki Fuyumi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Family

Relationships: Todoroki Nokoribi (OFC) & Todoroki Fuyumi

Additional Tags: posting this to test the waters, i am back on my sisfic bs, been sitting on this one since christmas day 2021, Semi Canon-Compliant, we'll see, Todoroki sisfic, original female Todoroki character, don't worry the tags will get better

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47879071

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Fuyumi #♠#Fuyumi Todoroki #Nokoribi Todoroki #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Enji Todoroki #❄️#⛄#R:T #A:Cloud #Sex Swap

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winchesteralex · 2 years

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as THEE premiere sisfic writer, do you have any advice for deviating from spn canon when writing a sisfic? i Hated the ending and a lot of the late season stuff in general and i want to make it better in my fic, but i don’t know where to start or how to tackle something so big. plus figuring out what to include and what not to include for character building and relationship stuff. any advice you can give? 💚

Haha, why thank you! Well, I think with fanfiction plot development is a lot easier than scratch, so that is the good news - you got this. I would focus on what sorts of endings and major arcs/plot twists might be cool (spend a lot of time asking 'what if' and see what things really speak to you), then work backward from there to arrive at that conclusion. Don't be afraid to change everything. It can feel intimidating the amount of control we have over a story. With SRS I decided to stay a bit on the safe side because I really wanted to be canon-true enough that you could watch the show/read the story and get confused between the two - I wanted it to feel like the same SPN. Anyway, back to your point... Study story circle structure, three act structure, and watch a lot of videos on character creation/development! Plot away, and you'll know when the right elements click into place. Good luck and have fun! It's supposed to be enjoyable first and foremost :)

#writing advice #ask #anonymous

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sws37sisters · 3 years

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Here’s predator first time holding a baby human 👶 He was our first crush when we were younges And first time draw him it was so hard and thank goodness I did it my artwork check here: Instagram : www.instagram.com/sws37sisters… Tumblr: www.tumblr.com/blog/sws37siste… Twitter: mobile.twitter.com/36sisters

#predator #Predators #ancient aliens #alien vs predator #sisfic #sisfi #monsters #monster art #love monster #love #lover monster #monster lover #boyfriend monster #monster boyfriend

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chlobenet · 3 years

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TWOCS2021: INTRODUCING MIA WHITTEMORE

Amelia Whittemore had the perfect high school career handed to her on a silver platter and she turned her nose up at it every chance she got - or at least, that’s what Stiles Stilinski thought each time he watched Mia make the active decision to get up from the table, surrounded by her twin brothers adoring fans in the canteen and hang out with him and Scott instead.

“What?” Mia’s sharp elbow in his side as she sat down dragged Stiles away from his internal monologue.

“You do know Lydia Martin was half way through a sentence directed at you don’t you?” He responded, eyebrows raised in exasperation. “Lydia Martin, the girl I have literally been in love with for as long as I can remember...and you just, ignored her.”

Mia frowned. “You have got to let the Lydia thing go Stiles, she’s vapid...and also she doesn’t know you exist.”

“Yet, she doesn’t know I exist yet.”

tag list: @villanele @jamezvaldes @luucypevensie @aaudace @catgrant @infinityunicornz @lizziesxltzmxn-archive @perfectlystiles @foxesandmagic @lukespatterson @mer-writes @dreamerwithapen1 @oreostars @bravelittleflower @sgtbuckyybarnes @julianblackthcrns @delicateblackrose @richitozier @writerofmyths @daisyjohvson @captainrcgers @wokenhardies @stareyedplanet @decennia @hiddenqveendom @hughstheforcelou [want to be added?] ♡

#mine #mia whittemore #twocs2021 #jackson whittemore #sisfic #teen wolf #teen wolf oc #lydia martin #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #allison argent #danny meahelani

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hahahahahangst · 3 months

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Not a big deal

Celebrating Dean's birthday with a fic!

It's Dean's birthday and his sister has plans for him.

Ao3 link

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #dean winchester's birthday #happy birthday dean winchester #sisfic #supernatural sisfic

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thewnchstrs · 1 year

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Malleus Maleficarum

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

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

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

Word Count: 7.4K

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Sturbridge, Massachusetts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's impossible! There's no way—"

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

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

"Come on think."

"There's a woman—uh—"

"A woman, okay?"

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

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

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

"Paul! What is her name?"

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi-ya,” Dean smirked.

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

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

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

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

“Did you have any idea about her practices?”

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

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

“A regular Black Sabbath,” Dean added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dean’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They're murderers,” he corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

"For what? What are you talking about?"

"You have to get out of town."

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

"Dean!"

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

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

"Hahahaha! Right,” I said sarcastically.

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

"Why? I don't understand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dean, look, just chill out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I said shut up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You took her deal, didn’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You can’t ask me to do that.”

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

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Ellie’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever works."

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

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

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

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

"Why are you always asking me that?"

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

"Yeah, and what has that gotten me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Change into what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ellie, hey,” Dean said this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sam’s POV

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

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

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

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

"What?"

"Now!"

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Ellie’s POV

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

“Ruby?” Dean questioned.

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

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

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

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

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Sam’s POV

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

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

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

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

"What?” Renee gasped.

I cocked the gun. "Four."

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

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Ellie’s POV

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

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

"Don't mention it."

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

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

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

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

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Sam’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you?"

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

"This- this isn't – it can't b—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Three for one. Lovely."

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

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

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

"What do you want, Ruby?"

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dean's POV

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

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

"I don't believe in the devil.”

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

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

"How long ago?"

"Back when the plague was big."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need your help."

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

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

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

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

"What what's like?"

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

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

The Gummy Bear Girl

Anna is three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Der’s pitty fowers!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Down by the bay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dean,” she whined. “I’s bored.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t go outta your sights.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bouquet?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh,” Anna said. “Do- Do they die?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Anna, not again, please.”

“Where da watermelns gow!”

“Anna, seriously, please don’t-”

“Back to my home! I dawe’s not go!”

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

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

“It is now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure got a one track mind, kid.”

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

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

“I love gummy bears!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

La Fin

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