#john winchester x oc

[samfuckassbobwinchester]

Summary: Summary: Bobby, Sam, Katherine and Dean come together to celebrate Deans 16th birthday.

Trigger warnings: Curses, Mentions of John Winchester (I very much dislike the man), mentions of sex like once.

Authors Note: Writing fanfiction is literally so much fun and kinda addicting. Here's a tiny piece I had done and liked. Let me know what y'all think, I'm still kinda new to supernatural but I love the show too much to not try and write something. Just a huge flashback piece really, family fluff. The italics are flashbacks. My grammar is also shaky, it is edited just as a far warning. Hope y'all like it 🤎.

Word Count: 9.7k

Apple pie life: 1995

January 24th/ 1995

Bobby stood at the door as the large white dog sat beside him. They watched as Katherine cracked open the box, spilling all the pieces out in a heap on the table. Bobby looked up at Katherine, as Jackie walked over hopping up on a chair sitting with Katherine. "Well hello ma'am, don't we look pretty today?" She asked, scratching under Jackie's chin, kissing the side of her head before she continued making an outline of the border. He picked up the box," Snakes of the Garden?" He asked picking up the cardboard box and inspected the picture on the front.

The front was covered in leaves and scattered flowers. Varying in size and colour, some red and some white. There was even a light pink one. And there were four snakes in total: A red one with white triangles going down its back into a winding tail. A yellow one with white markings, swirl like markings on its body. A beige one that out of all three was the only one with a true snake skin like etchings on it in black. And lastly another beige one covered in yellow dots. "Yup," Katherine said, not looking up as she began sorting out the snake and flower pieces into separate piles," Sam thought I would like it. So Dean got it for him."

Bobby returned the box to the table this time laying it flat and putting it in front of Katherine. Bobby began noticing the all too familiar wrinkle between her eyebrows,"When you say got…" Bobby asked, looking at the young girl in front of him. She snorted looking up at Bobby,"I think we all know Dean's way of getting things. But it's okay cause he's the shit." "Language." "He is … really really cool." Bobby shook his head, grabbing the brim of his hat and scratching his head with it before sliding it back into place. "You're hanging out with those idjits to much." Katherine scooted the flower piles and snake piles to the right of the table and moved all the greenery farther to the left side of the table as she began building the border. "But those idjits are my best friends."

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The loud thundering of Baby racing down the dead highway as Dean tried pushing the limits for going past the speed limit. Sam gripped the seatbelt that held him to the chair as he watched the trees and night whip past the car. " I can't believe Dad gave you the car." Sam scoffed as they continued racing down the hall,"Slow down, why don't you? We're gonna attract the cops attention." Dean laughed it off turning up Bad to the Bone," Sammy you'll understand when you're older." " You're 4 years older than me." Sam called back, Dean raised a finger,"Older " Dean said laughing reaching over and ruffling Sam hair. He thumped his fingers along the steering wheel," Look Sammy for once in a long while we won't be with dad. We basically get the night off."

Sam shook his head in rhetorical disappointment,"You do realize how sad that sounds right." Dean thinks it over as he pulls his eyebrows together,"You're 12, what do you know." Dean raised a hand waving him off,"Look point is for the next however long until he gets back. Yes, it's shitty that he just walks, but it's his job. And our job as kids is to help make his life easier and just roll with the punches." Dean explained looking out the front windshield. He was in awe of their not being a cloud in the sky. Nothing illuminating but the beautiful bursts of energy floating above. Dean was in a good mood.

He has Sammy, he got the car, he got the cassettes, he even got that ridiculously to big leather jacket his dad loved. All signs were pointing to Dean. And there was nothing that could have possibly put that on a halt. It wasn't very often Dean felt like he was genuinely winning in life. He would relish in his winning, even if his winnings were hand me downs that had nothing to do with Dean. That it had everything to do with John unloading anything he can onto Dean. "Yes except when Dad comes back to us to take those punches out on us." Sam said disgruntled as continued staring out the window.

"You know I don't know why you are so pessimistic about having a day off. Just be happy about the fact that we are not on a hunt. You won't have school, I finally got a set of wheel-" "That is on a loaner." Sam pointed out,"I finally have a set of wheels," Dean started talking over Sam," I promise, Dad won't lay a hand on you as long as I'm alive, okay? Like I said enough of the pasamissim, I don't get in a good mood often don't kill it." Dean finished off smiling at Sammy as he lowered the volume a smidge,"You get some sleep, we'll be at uncle Bobby's by tomm-" "So it doesn't bother you when he ships us off to uncle Bobby's out of convenience?" Dean thought over Sam's question,"I think it's not my place to ask and it shouldn't be yours. Dad knows what he is doing. Trust me, go to sleep." "Bu-" " Sam."

Dean took a deep breath as he tightened a hold on the wheel subtly. "Just enjoy the road trip with your big brother." Sam looked down at his hands as he began picking at the ends of his hoodie. He nodded and laid his head against the window, closing his eyes. Head bumping the window every now and again as the drive continued. Dean's eyes flickered over to Sam's now leaning figure as he got comfortable. He reached behind him in the back seat grabbing his jacket. He slowed the car down to open it and lay it on Sam. He laid a soft hand on his shoulder and left it there a few seconds removing it and started driving again.

If there was anything Dean hated more in life than Sam not having stability. Is Sam asking questions he can't answer, he understands that this is their life. He understands that the life they have is about surviving and not living. He also understands how he hates it, but endures it for Sammy. Dean couldn't picture a day where he would leave Sammy alone. The thought brought very little comfort like a shock blanket being given to someone for comfort. He just hoped nearly prayed, he was more than temporary comfort for Sam. Dean cleared his throat plastering that good ole Winchester smile on and kept thinking about how he lucked out. I got Baby.

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He smiled as he pulled into the familiar auto shop. The familiar rows of cars filled his sight as he pulled into the garage. Going to his usual side, putting the car in park. Dean cut the engine pulling the keys from the ignition turning towards Sam staring a minute before growing a villainous smirk. He grabbed Sam's shoulders quickly, shaking him yelling incoherently. "WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!" Sam yelled in distress and he swung his arms wildly around him. Dean began laughing so hard tears rolled down his cheeks watching his brother have a full on meltdown.

He wished he grabbed his camera in time. Sam breathed heavily finally opening his eyes looking to the fiend to his left,"What the shit dude!?" "We're here grab your bag." Dean said, grabbing the jacket from the seat where it fell from Sam's body. He grabbed the door handle pulling it open,"Jerk," Sam called out to his older brother as he stepped out of the car. "Bitch." Dean called before closing the door to Baby as he coughed still laughing from earlier events. He welcomed the cold air of South Dakota as his cheeks quickly reddened from the cold weather quickly rushing on his jacket making his way quickly to the trunk. Grabbing his bag and Sammy's reaching up to close the trunk.

He grabbed the trunk lid slamming it shut seeing Sam come around the corner. "Again you choose to come visit Bobby during the coldest month because?" Dean shook his head,"It's not about the cold. Come on." He jerked his head towards the house as they made the trek. Making it to the door Sam rubbed his hands together breathing into them as his ears turned pink, Dean knocked harshly onto the door waiting for the familiar old face to greet them. But no one did, so Dean knocked again, this time being met with loud barking that rang from dean assumed upstairs as it raced closer and closer to the door. "Maybe he isn't home?" Sam asked from behind Dean, "He isn't but Jackie is."

Thank god for key copying. He slid the key into the hole and twisted it. As soon as he opened the door he met with the large white ball plowing straight into him, knocking him on his back as the white dog began barking and whining in excitement licking Dean's face. Sam just looked at the two patting Jackie on the head walking in the house leaving his brother on the porch. As he opened the door stepping into his familiar home. Same smell it had been for years: smoke, whiskey and spice. One he welcomed with open arms as he opened the doors holding it for Sammy as he stepped into the house. "Uncle Bobby?" Sam called out, again being met with silence. "Thanks for the help Sammy." Dean said, finally walking behind Sammy and Jackie trotted in quickly as Dean closed the door.

Sam turned and looked at Dean and shrugged confused,"What do we do?" Dean shrugged back,"Go upstairs and unpack sleep, unwind you get the point." Dean smiled sarcastically, finding purchase on Bobby's couch laying down pulling a blanket he saw on the arm pulling it on top of him and passed out. Jackie follows and sleeps on the floor at Dean's head. Sam looked at Dean and shook his head at him. He grabbed Dean's fallen boots and placed them by the end of the couch and placed his bag next to them. He turned around to go up the stairs and spotted the fallen coat that laid a stray on the ground. He walked over picking it up dusting it off before placing it on a hook by the door. He turned walking to the staircase making his way up the steps turning to the left going to the familiar spare bedroom.

He twisted the cool iron door handle and pushed the door open. He smiled as he was met with the simple bedroom. A simple rectangle gray rug laid on the wooden floor, to the left center there was a simple bed, the sheets black and the bedding blue and two white pillows. Although if he were being honest they were more faded blue thrifted quilts Bobby had found finding more kids would be in the house and didn't want them to freeze. On both sides of the bed lay bedside tables one had a lamp and the other had a light up light switch. That when you lifted the switch up and down the tiny box illuminated. Bobby had this when he found the boy sprawled out on either side of the bed at times reading or doing homework and deciding it would be easier if Sam had multiple storage areas.

Sam walked over to the bed and looked out the window that sat across from him. It looked into the woods, while comforting for some. It left Sam with a feeling of unease. Since he was a kid it was a nasty feeling ripple that feeling like someone wrapped their hands around his spine and squeezed. Also realizing he was in Bobby's house his body went back relaxing knowing that here he had no reason to be afraid. But that didn't stop him from sleeping with the window closed and curtain covering it and sleeping with his back to it. He sat down onto the bed and leaned down untying his shoes leaving them on the floor going straight under the covers knocking his duffle bag onto the floor with a thud as he drifted off.

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"Pie crust last thing kid?" He asked the young girl holding onto the arm band she wore kept sliding down her arm. Occasionally she would slide it back up, but now she let it hang just above her elbow,"Kid?" She looked up at Bobby nodding her head,"I said yes." She looked straight ahead as Bobby grabbed one of the red and blue boxes, putting it in the cart. He began pushing it forward as they made their way out of the market to checkout Katherine as she began unloading the ingredients onto the checkout belt. Out of the corner of her eye she saw key chains and she walked over the few feet and looked over them. Some say I love South Dakota, some have the state itself. Initials, names, animals, letters etc.

She kept looking and saw a cartoon section, she was excited. She read Jem, thundercats, my neighbour Totoro. She had to make a mental reminder to watch it with the boys another day. Her personal favourite smurfs, Scooby Doo, and her eyes struck gold meeting garfield. She grabbed the keychain handing it to Bobby as he was going to pay walking back other to him holding the edge of his vest that he wore. Once everything was paid and bagged she helped Bobby put the bags in the cart and once again took her place at the edge my Bobby as they left. She told the lady thank you as they made their exit going to Bobby's brown mustang.

They unloaded all of the bags into Bobby's trunk and it slammed closed,"Can I go out the cart back?" The old man nodded at the girl as he leaned against the driver's side watching her push the cart to the cart holder. Katherine's little feet padded quickly as she burst into a sprint coming back to the car. A small victory made her face light up," Big yearold task complete." She said with a resounding smile as she put her hands on her hips. Bobby held a private proud smile on his lips as he raised his hand (more lowered) to her tiny frame as they made a resounding clap when they met. "Front or back?" Bobby asked offering Katherine the choice, sometimes she liked to sit up front to feel older and powerful with the speed. But also the majority of the time the speed sometimes felt like a lot for Katherine. She often found solace in not being directly in the eye of the beast.

Even if the beast was something as small as a clear windshield. But she found comfort in the seatbelt and being behind the man she saw nothing but stars and radiance for. "Backseat!" She said with a laugh as Bobby opened the door for her as she climbed into the car he closed the door behind her turning around to his door opening it and swinging it open. You could hear the groan in the hinges with age and maybe rust. "You all good to go kid?" Bobby asked as he reached out to close the car door. He looked into the rear view, Katherine nodded excitedly as she held onto the key chain like her life depended on it. A subtle smile crawled its way onto Bobby's face as he backed up and drove out of the store parking lot making the familiar trek home.

For a moment Bobby felt very domestic with Katherine in the backseat, the windows down just driving. How when he heard the car door hinges practically scream, he would give it to her when she was older or even build her one, teach her to build one. He for a moment, wanted to give this little girl everything he had missed, and things he didn't know he missed. Like having another person around, when Conrad brought Katherine to the house he felt something different waking up, the feeling of someone being there. In your home that you want to also be theirs, and nothing beats the sound of the laughter that haunts the walls. And he wouldn't do anything to take it back either. For a moment he could picture giving her the car as she graduated. For a moment he could hear the bickering between Katherine and Dean arguing about who got the better car. And how Dean was automatically awesome for getting a car before her. Katherine's counter argument would be he was way older, he would be that he is just swag shit cool no matter what he did. And Sam looking to Bobby for help.

But instead he would ignore Sam's desperate cry for help and drink the beer as he watched the two old friends for the upteempth time, as they got into it. Sometimes although Bobby didn't want to admit it, sometimes privately he would be thankful for this dad experience he got in helping raise these kids. That despite never having kids because he was so afraid of being a carbon copy of his dad. That he would break them, and kids are pure and shouldn't have to go through what he did. Even if he understands way later on down the line, he himself was just a kid. So he would be the person he wished he had when he was younger. Because that's how it goes right? You become the person you wished you had in your life? So he tried his damndest to create a world where monsters(at least the ones who lived within your four walls) couldn't exist. Who knew the worst kind of trouble would be the kind that couldn't be held in devil's traps.

But he was her father, same for Sam and Dean. Bobby would do anything for his kids no matter what. Because of them he was able to learn blood don't end in family and it was something he ingrained into his kids. Like as you grow, life goes to shit sometimes, and in those times you meet the most unlikely of people. Some that may save you, some that may kill you, and some that may change you. It's okay to have people you never imagine being in your corner, and okay if you find a home in the most unlikely of places. Home isn't about where you sleep, it's about where you laugh and make memories. It's about where you can wake up and go to sleep and know you have a constant. That you wake up with a feeling of content that this situation what you have been fighting for. But the thing isn't you shouldn't have to fight for the right to live. Atleat that's what Bobby is still learning.

It's about the places when you walk into rooms and hear the echoes of the conversation. It's about looking at the people around you and seeing the snot nosed little shits they once were. Seeing how they have grown either with you, around you or without you. And it's okay if they do grow away. Sometimes people are only in your life for what you need. Nothing more than a short time. But that was a bit too sappy for Bobby's blood so he would just put it as be smart and not idiots, and use your brains, idjits. Or something along the lines of that. "Do you think he'll like it grandpa?" Katherine asked swiping the hair that had gotten in her face from the cracked window. "Of course he will kid. He can eat a pie under 30 minutes of you let em, and your even making his favourite one. I do smell favouritism but yes he will like it. He'll even like the keychain. Why'd you get it? He doesn't drive?"

"Because he's gonna get Uncle John's car." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Bobby laughed in surprise,"You really think John's gonna give Dean that tank. He loves that car." "Of course he will, everything's that's Uncle John's Dean eventually gets. Including the unnecessary trauma. Plus he reminds me of how Dad gave everything or most of his hunting things passing it to Henry. Highly possible." He nods at her. Jesus, alright then. They pulled back into the Singer auto shop and put his car into park closer to the house. He turned the car off unbuckling his seat beat as he got out closing his door. Reaching for the passenger side holding it open for Katherine as she slides out of the car,"Thank you." She said walking to the trunk,"No problem kid." Bobby said, closing it, opening the trunk, grabbing their bags, holding one and setting another on the ground.

He reached up, closing the trunk as he grabbed the bag on the ground while nodding his head to Katherine as they walked to the front door. Katherine grabbed Bobby's keys from his vest pocket and bounded to the screen door, opening it and unlocking the front door. She held it open for Bobby as she stepped off to the side untying her shoes, peeling them off, and putting them by the front door. Making a mental note to bring them up to her room. Bobby walked towards the kitchen as Katherine said,"I'll be back in two seconds Grandpa!" Katherine shouted racing up the stairs to her room opening the door and tossing her shoes in. Quickly making her way downstairs,"Jackie!" Katherine whistled coming down the stairs hearing the jingle of Jackie's collar in the living room. She walked over to the couch seeing Jackie she leaned down scratching her head as her eyes flickered to the couch.

"Dean!" She screamed out, launching herself at the older Winchester. Excitement filled her entire being she thought she might start vibrating with the feeling. Katherine was expecting to see the brothers way later in the evening, definitely not around three pm. Dean jumped in fright as Bobby came marching around the corner, gun in hand. Katherine quickly threw herself back,"Wait where's Samuel?" Without waiting for an answer she quickly got off the confused half asleep boy and startedstowards the stairs. Stopping running back kissing dean on the head and going back up to the stairs,"SAMUEL!" Katherine yelled running up the stairs tripping on the last one catching herself on the railing. Not letting that deter her she ran to the guest room throwing the door open running to the bed. She jumped on it, spying a familiar head of brown hair, she began shaking him.

"Sam, Sam, Sam." Sam grumbled awake as he began swatting the hands away,"Dean not again leave me alone." "Sam, it's Katherine. Wake up!" She huffed/whined out still shaking the young man. Sam pushed the shaking arms off as he sat up blinking the sleep from his eyes. Finally opening his eyes and everything focused back into place, in front of him sat a very impatiently awaiting girl, waiting for him to get up. A familiar tug hit his heart seeing Katherine,"You awake now loser?" Katherine asked, Sam nodded and opened his arms to hug Katherine and she excitedly accepted it hugging the younger Winchester back. "What are y'all doing here so early, I thought Uncle John wasn't bringing y'all till later?" Katherine asked, still in Sam's hold.

He rested his cheek on her head,"Dad gave Dean the car, said he can take it to Bobby's for a drive since he got a truck." Katherine jumped back,"He gave him the car?" She asked excitedly, Sam laughed at her,"Yea. Get this, he's not even changing anything about the car, he is keeping it exactly as is." "To be fair this is the Dean we're talking about. He would probably want everything in his life to stay constant and be as unchanged as possible." "True." "Plus have you seen that car?" Katherine asked, feeling Sam nod against her head," 'Better than sex and nearly as good as bacon cheeseburgers' at least what I have heard Dean say." "What's sex?" Katherine asked,"I actually don't know."

"All I have to say is that car is awesome? I wouldn't either. I gotta go do something but I'll be down stairs, happy napping. I just wanted to say hi." Katherine stood up kissing Sam on the head as she turned to leave quickly going to the door grabbing and turning the knob. She turned and waved to Sam who was watching her leave. He smiled back and watched her disappear behind the door. And that stupid smile would stay on his face as he laid down staring at the ceiling. Both arms at his side as he started at the ceiling, I've gotta ask Dean how to talk to girls. Do I even talk to girls yet? What does that even mean? Does talking to girls mean sex? Maybe I gotta ask him about that too.

Katherine made her way back down stairs to see Bobby and Dean on the couch,"You got the car?" Katherine asked, coming up behind the men on the couch looking at Dean as he turned around putting his arm over the back of the couch turning to her," Well hello to you too sweetheart. And yes I did. Baby my pride and joy." "You and Henry can now race with his car." "Kate street racing is illegal." "You kill monsters, don't start talking about what's legal mister." Dean raised his hands in mock surrender looking at the younger girl. "Oh!" Katherine said out loud more for herself as she walked over to Bobby whispering in his ear about how she was supposed to go bake with Dean here? Bobby explained to her he will take care of it and stood up. Bobby stood up and clapped Dean on the shoulder telling him to go upstairs and sleep. Katherine couldn't see it but he had bags from the long drive, being the first time he had made the long drive on his own. When typically he would half it. Or do the drive in shifts with John.

But what people didn't know was that if Dean wanted to come down, he would have to make the drive. John as of recently had been on the mantra that if you're old enough to get your license you don't need to hold dear old dad's hand. Not that John was ever anything related to the word kind and gentle. But in his own way, if he could get his boys to survive that was all he needed to do.

"I'm telling you once they drive you have to let them do their own thing." Conrad said as sat on the porch next to John. John kept his gaze on the crystal glass in his hand as the bottle of whiskey sat between them. "Is that why you gave Henry that big ugly thing?" Conrad laughed as he raised the glass to his lips as the familiar woodsy scent filled his nose as the warm feeling filled his veins as he took a hefty swing. He sucked in a quick breath,"It's called being practical. You wouldn't know that with your flashy piece. Subtlety is key, besides nothing is better than functionality." Conrad said refilling his cup. Now this made John laugh genuinely," Yes because seeing that tank a mile away for sure is the subtlety you want when killing demons."

Conrad nodded," Hey don't come thank my ass when that Humvee runs down a hoard of vamps. Remember back in '60?" "You mean when you ran your old mans perfectly working bug into the brick wall?" Conrad laughed along side his friend," Yea I also remember how he kicked my ass." "But it taught you didn't it?" John asked, looking over to his long time friend. "Yea it certainly did, turn pain into a teaching moment. Now look at me prime example of where you should be." John laughed clapping a hand on his back"Yes, because you are a picture perfect version of health." Conrad snorted as John took a swing, feeling the familiar smooth rich smoky flavor coat his tongue. "It's called Conditioning."

For a split second Dean got a sad feeling in his gut hearing that. Not going to the immediate conclusion of he was obviously tired. He jumped to maybe he shouldn't have come and spending all that time on the road to get here was stupid,"Hey it's okay. I promise we can hang out later. Pinkie promise." The small girl raised a pinkie to the older boy infront of her. She noticed the sad smile that had begun to tug at his lips. Perk of being the smallest in almost any household, you notice everything (in retrospect). She just couldn't understand why he was upset.

He was at Bobby's on his birthday, and he had Sam, Bobby and Katherine. In Katherines small mind she couldn't think of anything else he could need. She also didn't really understand why Uncle John wasn't here but this she didn't quite feel like voicing. Based on the whispers written on the walls and how tight Dean kept himself wound when he was around his Dad. It gave the little girl a feeling she didn't like. It sat uncomfortable in her stomach bubbling, just slightly beneath the skin. She didn't know why Dean didn't seem to like Uncle John. But she also reminded herself that maybe that's how father's were with their sons.

It's not like she could ask anyone what it's like being a daughter. A small smile played on Dean's lips as he linked his pinkie with hers kissing his hand and she kissed hers. Sealing a silent promise between the two,"Promise to be here when I wake Kate?" "Ofcourse I'll be here." She said laughing when Dean reached down to ruffle Katherines hair, she laughed swatting the hand away. She watched Dean get up as he made his way towards the stairs. "Don't leave your stuff in the living room." Katherine scolded him watching him just up and leave. "You gonna harp on me about my laundry next Kate." She shook her head grabbing his bag handle, heaving it off of the floor bringing it to Dean,"Well someone's gotta teach you your manners."

"Amen." Bobby said quietly watching the entire exchange, not missing the smile that reached Dean's eye at Katherines natural scolding of the older Winchester. It felt as though no time truly passed. Dean laughed, taking the bag out of Katherine's hand and leaned down picking up his boots. He lifted his belongings as if they were winnings at a carnival,"Happy?" She nodded at him. She looked over at her dog,"Keep his nightmares away." She panted blinking wide eyed at the girl while panting at the girl. Jackie got up and trotted his way up the stairs walking ahead of Dean. "I don't have nightmares," Dean said "Sure and I'm not scared of the dark." "You're scared of the dark?" "You don't get nightmares?"

Surprisingly there was a time when Dean Winchester knew peace. It wasn't very long lived but it was nice when he had it. If I had a nickel for everytime Dean Winchester was happy. I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot. But it's weird it only happened twice right? Dean turned to go to the stairs,"Wait!" Katherine called throwing herself back at the hedgehog Winchester,"Happy birthday." She said muffled into his chest, and for a second it felt like a cherished whisper that tugged at his heart, only in the way Katherine always seemed to bring out. Dean caught himself from breaking into a full on grin. So he pulled on a hearty grin leaning down kissing her on the head,"Thank you angel." If Dean ever ha d a preference for living, everyone under Bobby's roof was all he genuinely could need.

Dean said into the top of her curled head, gaining enough of a mouthful of hair and bitter taste of conditioner. Who knew Bobby could be so girl dad coded. If the conditioner was Bobby's doing, Dean was impressed. "Kate you've gotta hold still." Dean said in a huff of frustration at the girl sitting in front of him. The girl whined sitting on the floor shifting uncomfortably on the floor as her butt felt as if it were falling asleep. Dean had taken it upon himself to learn how to braid Katherines hair. Well okay to just do and help manage her hair, and help her do it until she was able to get a handle on it herself.

He had been on the same braid for what felt like hours. But in reality only was 30 minutes as he had to restart a few times. Due to always losing the section of hair or not grabbing enough hair when braiding. And Dean was super anal about them looking well. Despite the complaining 7 year old on the floor twisting on the pillow. Not used to both the tightness on her head and the overbearing nature of someone in a care position. The tugging was wearing the girl thin as she twisted in the seat. Dean's slightly greased hand gently turned her head straight a few times when it came to parting.

The part turned out a bit zig zagged and crooked but it was the closest he could get with the squirming. "But I'm tired." Kate whined beneath him causing Dean to sigh out of frustration. He looked at the small clock as the time neared 9:45. "I know, but I promise you can go to sleep after. I'm almost done promise." "But you said that 20 minutes ago." "Katherine." He said in a warning tone,"I understand you're tired. I do, but we have to get this done sweet girl." She nodded as she tried sitting still, allowing him to tie off the doable looking braid. For a second Dean's eyes flickered to Sam's sleeping figure debating waking up the 8 year old.

He thought about waking Sammy up for a couple of reasons. The main one being he felt Katherine secretly had a favorite and being closer in age would make the teeth pulling activity of braids go by quicker. Sam would just talk to Katherine about any and everything. From movies, to books, to puzzles, sometimes about bugs. But that doesn't tend to be a class favourite since it reminds Sammy of the time Katherine had chased him around with a bee. Dean had told Katherine to go show Sam and how much he would like it. Katherine being the impressionable child she is didn't think twice showing her new discovery to Sammy.

But what made the experience all the more memorable was hearing the dead silent two seconds before the younger Winchester let out an earth shattering shriek. Imagine a 8 year old never had hit puberty, little boy fighting for his life as Kate began chasing him with a bee. To which Katherine in her mind must have thought 'I just have to get closer for him to like it better'. But it indeed would not get better, Dean had tears in his eyes from all the laughing he had been doing for nearly 2 weeks straight, as he watched Sam avoid Kate like the plague. Dean had the most guaranteed thought in thinking Sammy had the smallest crush on Kate from when they met. He liked her excited energy and always willing to give hugs. And that despite what most people think, they do genuinely enjoy.

But being touch starved and boys it's always comedic watching the two brush it off. But nothing beat the starstruck feeling Sammy got the first time Kate gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The wide eyed confused look he had for the girl was beyond him. But what told Dean Sammy was sold on Katherine easy. It was simple and harmless if Dean remembers correctly it was right before bed and Sammy and Katherine were talking about everything and nothing. They drank hot chocolate that Bobby had managed to scrounge up in his house. Going with the ideology of it can be cooked it can be eaten. And from how those two were giggling into their cup of molten chocolate goodness, they had no issue with it either.

They had been talking at the dining room table hands moving animatedly as the conversation grew. Breaks being taken only to take sip of their beverage or to laugh. Dean was almost sure they were 9 times out of 10 talking about him, whenever he would walk into the room hushed whispers resounded in the room. Or at least as quiet as you can get for a young kid, which was the equivalent of loud whispering. But the way they would huddle together would make it seem like they were truly in their own world. Sam shook his head wildly as he swallowed a huge gulp of the chocolatey goodness,"Hold on." He said choking as he got serious,"Hold on, hold on. Her sister was a witch right?"

Katherine nodded along,"And what was her sister?" "A princess?" Katherine guessed. "Wicked Witch of the East bro." Katherine scrunched her face confused," I don't think that's correct, a witch can't be a princess." Katherine shook her head going against Sammy's sentence. And this the younger Winchester did not like as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline,"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG?! YOURE YOURE GONNA TELL ME THAT I AM WRONG. ME?!" Sam sputtered out. "Am I wrong?" Katherine asked giggling at the boys out burst. "SHE WORE A CROWN AND CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE ERINE. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS."

At this point he had flailed his hands around a bit getting animated into the conversation. Katherine smiled widely at Sam's expressions, how as he got more into the conversation. It slowly reeled her in with his magnetism. "Alright kids, bedtime come on, get." Bobby said walking into the kitchen clapping as he waited for Katherine. He knew she felt more comfortable when Bobby looked after her when she went to bed. She hoped down from the seat quickly walking over to Sam and kissed him the cheek. But more hitting his mole on the left side of his face. Dean watched as it seemed to shock the boy a bit as his eyes widened and he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Katherine.

As quickly as the hug started it ended as Katherine went over to Dean and doing the same before she marched up the stairs Bobby in tow behind her. Dean looked over to Sammy seeing he was still kinda stuck,"You okay Sammy?" The older brother asked his younger one. He shrugged,"I don't know. I'm not used to that, what does it mean?" Sam's wondering eyes looked up to Dean's concentrated thing of what he could say," Because hugs are sometimes a way to express happiness." "What about the kiss, you told me Mom was the only person who does that to us." " You know Kate, she is very affectionate. And it's not just mom, I meant no one in our family does it except mom."

"Is that why Dad doesn't hug us." "Hugs aren't the only way to show happiness. Dad sends us to Uncle Bobby's because he makes us happy. Come on let's get you up to bed." Sam nodded, walking up the stairs ahead of Dean making his usual way to the guest room that Sam stayed in when the boys came over and stayed with Bobby. He opened the door as Dean followed standing at the door looking over to the window,"Is it latched and locked?" "Yes Dean." "Good." He watched Sam get into bed and reach over turning off the lamp," Night Dean." "Goodnight Sammy." Dean said, walking out of his room, completely closing the door. Making his way to his room, he stopped upon hearing a giggle seep from the walls, a pause followed by more. As he heard creaking, Dean started jumped as if he had been caught somewhere he wasn't meant to be.

He quickly made it to his room. Closing the door hearing Bobby walk to Sam's door checking the tiny devils traps he has around before walking to Dean's door doin the same. Happy with his inspections a hairy smile grew before turning around and going to his bedroom. As Dean laid in the middle of his bed staring up at the ceiling he replayed the sight of Sammy and Kate talking and laughing. How easy it looked for Sammy to have and do that. Maybe it was because he never had the chance to be young and naive. And maybe that was a cold envy that clung to him like wet jeans. But it's not something he could punish either of them for for. After all who was he to to put blame on something they can’t control. They're kids, something he couldn't understand but he knew how to help and nurture. Dean smiled silently at the memory of the two as he started the final braid. This time, finishing it quicker than the first one he did, still a few pieces sat astray and come parts coming out.

But nonetheless her hair was done and it was 10:03 on the dot. "Alright,” Dean said standing up,"Up we go come-on." Dean said wiping his hand on the towel he had beside him. Wiping off the extra grease and what conditioner he could find. He had read that moisture was key to keeping curly hair healthy. In a way it… fed it? Dean didn't understand it by any means. After all what does an 11 year old know about hair really. All Dean knew how to do was pour dry cereal into a bowl and check that the milk wasn't expired past 3 days before it got that weird smell. Although a secret he had learned was you could maybe get away with 5 days if you truly truly need to use it sparingly. The weird taste he would just chalk it up to milk being finely aged. Dean knew how to get by and what he needed to.

Dean kissed the top of Kate's head again squeezing her shoulder before making the trek up the stairs and Jackie following behind. Katherine turned around to the eldest man of the house with a gleam of determination in her eyes. "Let's do this?" The girl asks unsure looking to the old man raising a fist waiting to meet his,"Let's do this." Bobby said with enough enthusiasm to make the gleam in Katherine’s eye turn happy as her smile reached her eyes as she buzzed with excitement. And happy that Bobby wanted to along with it. She had an eager bounce in her step as they made their way to the kitchen. Bobby went to the fridge where the apple pie recipe sat under a mix of reds and yellow letters that spelled out 'Dean'. Other letters that weren't vital to the name are scattered around the fridge.

He pushed all the letters up as he slid the paper out placing it on the counter as he grabbed bowls and a spoon for mixing. Katherine made work of grabbing the apples out of the fridge. And with a huff the girl got them up on the table. Struggling at trying to hold the constant shifting weight. And she walked back over to the counter trying to find the small green bottle of lime juice they had gotten at the store. Spying it by the coffee maker she walked over standing on her tippy toes trying to grab it. Her right side pressed into the counter as she reached blindly for the bottle. Her fingers scrapping the bottle turning it a few times as she came up short. Finally she finally got it in her grasp. "Yes." She celebrated her small victory going back to the table putting it on the table next to Bobby.

"Alright Ratatouille, what's first?" The small girl put her hands on her hips letting out an exasperated breath. For the next nearly two hours it had been filled with careful measuring, question after question from Katherine, going from baking to why the sky was blue. Covering every surface of the kitchen in flour aside from the actual bowl the ingredients were being mixed into. It was to the point where Bobby was sure if he looked at the floor he could find footprint tracks covering the kitchen marking the constant back and forth trek. But the important part was that Bobby remembered to preheat the oven. Bobby felt as though he could send a million thanks as praise to Marcy for helping with tips as to how to properly do this. Marcy had offered Bobby that she wouldn't mind taking the girl for a couple hours and helping her if she wanted. But Bobby politely declined being A) Bobby had no intention of letting Katherine out of his sight or grasp. And B) In some weird instinct way wanted to be the one to teach her this. He wanted to learn to do this for her and with her.

Maybe it was the cute thought of Bobby just wanted her close, that this was the closest thing he would have to a kid. But the actual factual is that Bobby could not feel more emotionally protective of the girl than he would admit out loud or even to himself. Although if Bobby were to be honest he prior to asking Mary he looked it up himself. But between the different spices and apparently different kinds of flour he found himself feeling very overwhelmed. It was also very comedic when Katherine was putting the cinnamon in and she asked how much as she just put in, but she was cut off by the heap of cinnamon that had fallen onto the mixture due to a loose cap. Katherine looked to Bobby with wide eyes. He had spent at least 10 minutes calming the freaking out girl. She was convinced she had maybe ruined the one thing she had been planning for what felt like ever. But realistically it had only been about 2 days.

But all was well when Bobby recommend they could make it look ok, and that it's the thought that counts. Now when it came to Dean, maybe not so much. Simply because he is never one to not say his, one thing about Dean Winchester when it comes to an opinion someone will hear it. Sammy has sadly always been the victim, and not that he knows it now, but its about to get a hell of a lot worse. And half the time it genuinely might be something you don't wanna hear. Or that you would eye roll or facepalm, vice versa. So after vigorous search of pie toppings, Katherine decided to go with the striped pattern. Saying the lattice looked cool and reminded her of the brothers flannels. Now she said lettuce more times than he can count, half because she was having an internal debate as she cut the pie crust with a butter knife laying them out. Bobby came to assist layering them, a comfortable silence fell over that portion of the pie dressing. Now the last part she couldn't do anything but sit on her chair and watched as Bobby slid the pie into the warm oven, she clapped at the success of her and and her grandfather.

They made quick of cleaning up and Bobby whistled as Katherine put away the silverware Bobby handed her. He put away the plates and cups into the cupboard above. Grabbing a small cup filling it with water and handed it to the young girl, she accepted with two hands saying thank you taking tiny sips. "What do you say kid, we got some time to kill, wanna finish your puzzle?" Katherine moved her hazel stare from the water to Bobby as she blinked up at him,"Do we have time?" He shrugged,"Only one way to find out." Katherine turned around heading to Bobby's study and his hunting information and grabbed the box off of one of the shelves to the far right. She laid it back down as Bobby groaned as he sat on the floor with the girl as she reopened the box, dumping puzzle pieces everywhere.

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Katherine crept into the room as she walked to Dean's bed stepping to the top of it. She poked the arm that lay outside the blanket,"Dean?" She whispered quietly trying to wake him up. She got no response, she poked him a bit harder and shook his arm,"Dean?" She asked a but louder causing the young man to jump seeing Kate so close to him in the dark room. "Sweetheart?" Dean asked sitting up back against the headboard as he reached over turning on the light illuminating the room and Katherines face as she held a grin finally accomplishing seeing the older Winchester finally awake. She grabbed his hand trying to drag him out of bed,"Come on, got something I wanna show you." Katherine said as Dean didn't budge from her gentle tug of his arm. "What is it?" He said pulling her hand from his grasp. "It's a surprise?" "Yes, so what is it?" She sighed,"Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it? Come on trust me." She held out her hand festering to him. He squinted at her causing her to roll her eyes at him. But he put his in hers as he followed her down stairs.

Finally clearing up from the fog of sleep, Dean noted how dark the house was. Not only from the sun soon to set but also the lights were all off. "Kate?" "Shhhh, close your eyes but follow my hand." She told him as they hit the first floor stepping off from the stairs going to the kitchen. They walked a few more short feet before telling Dean to stay. She walked away to the table holding the last hat,"Lean down a bit please?" Katherine asked, he obliged the girl as she pulled the thin elastic band down and the paper hat up. Placing it softly so it doesn't snap against him. "Okay o-" "Wait wait wait." Bobby said getting something as a flash went off and another followed. "Okay go ahead kid." She nodded at Bobby,"Okay, open em." Dean cracked his eyes open being met with candles in a … pie? '16' is what the numbers said as he looked up at Sammy, Uncle Bobby and Kate all smiled excitedly at the boy,"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Dean. Happy birthday to youuuuu! Make a wish!"

They all sang out, clapping as Dean sat blinking for a minute feeling a burn in the back of his throat, he pulled his lips into his mouth then formed a smile blowing out the candles. They all cheered and clapped and Katherine went to turn the lights back on. Coming back to the table,"Pie?" Dean asked looking at Bobby," Don't look at me. It was all her she orchestrated this shebang." Bobby said pulling out the candles putting them on a napkin, pulling out a knife cutting the Pie Dean couldn't wait to eat. But at the moment he wasn't focused on his hunger, hell or even the pie itself. She shrugged smiling shyly,"I know how much you love it so I figured why not make you what you love. Well on your birthday." She ended with a dry laugh,"Why?" Dean asked. "Cause I figured you’d like it, Although I don't eat apple pie you do." He gulped,"Well thank you." Sam took a dramatic sigh,"Le gasp did Dean Winchester just thank someone. And genuinely at that."

Bobby put finished putting out the pie for everyone before sitting down,"Careful could be a shape shifter." Bobby said as he started eating the pie. And for a minute he thought wow, when you actually follow the instructions it can taste good. Sam watched Dean sat still for a moment watching the inner realization dawn over his brother. This had been the first home cooked anything in months if it hadn't been what felt like years. Being on the road, never settling down. Motel after motel, diner after diner. But this, this felt different, it felt like comfort. It was genuine the intentions pure, something Dean didn't have to wait for the other shoe to drop. He picked up his fork and dug in bringing that same tug from earlier back as he ate the pie, which wasn't half bad for a first pie. But he knew if there could be one there could be more, it was a matter of asking. The four sat amongst each other just eating and talking till it got dark outside. Everything and nothing under the sun just enjoying that for a few minutes the house they were in was a home. Not just a place holding armour to protect them, they forgot about the devil's traps and hex bags. They forgot about the salt, they forgot about the iron. And the only silver used was in the forks they ate with.

It felt normal and content. Between throwing his head back in a billowing laugh to Sam bickering with his brother, and the lines by Bobby's eyes that seemed extra pronounced that night and Katherines never ending laughter. Bobby collected the plates seeing everyone was close to nodding off. He said he would take care of the dishes and to go on up. They all told the old man goodnight and made the march upstairs,"See you two losers tommorrow. Good night." Katherine said going into her room and sitting on her bed sighing shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she looked to her bedside table seeing the small bag and envelope. She grabbed it making her way out of her room to Dean's. She knocked waited a few moments before hearing a come in. She turned the handle opening the door pushing it open cracking it closed walking to the bed seeing Dean sitting on the edge of his bed,"What's up, you okay?" He asked.

Katherine waved him off,"I'm fine. I forgot to give you this." She handed him the small bag and card and hugged him again,"Happy birthday Dean. Thank you for everything." She released him as she left his room closing the door yawning and going back to her room. Dean stared at the small bad as he opened he pulled apart the drawstring and the contents fell out. He picked up the tiny metal keychain. He turned it over seeing it was Garfield and Odie. He scrunched his face confused but laughed,"Thanks Kate." Dean said leaning over and attaching the keychain to his keys. Tossing them back on the table, he reached over opening the birthday card.

And for whatever reason Dead didn't rip into that card like he would when he got a new credit card. He took out his knife and cut along the edge of the envelope . When fully opened he slid out, the cover was matte white and it read ' old but like still cool' with a cassette tape under the word old. Dean laughed as he opened the letter and began reading the scrawl in the page . Dear Dean, happy birthday. I can't tell you how happy it made me when Bobby told y'all we're coming down. There was no way we weren't celebrating your birthday. Regardless of what you like to think you being born is quite possibly on if the best things ever. You are not only on of the collest people I know, but also one of the people I know will protect me. Thank you for helping me stay safe and teaching me it's okay to know what it's like to be safe. Thank you for being my best friend. And thank you for being everything Henry couldn't. Happy birthday Dean.

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Now

Dean nodded his head subconsciously as he watched a kid through the restaurant with a birthday hat in his head, he noted it had stars in it. And that brought a faint smile to his lips as he thought about the night he finally felt … right. He could see the candles and still smell the faint burning wax of the candles. Sam had come back getting in the passenger side. Closing the door hard enough to rock the car. "Here you go babe," Sam said handing her the green liquid,"Vanilla and honey?" She asked smiling at him,"Vanilla and honey." He confirmed,"Aww you really like me don't you." She said leaning closer to Sam, "No" he said smirking as he leaned forward kissing her before turning to his brother holding his brothers coffee,"Dean." Sam called,"Dean." Again no avail, getting impatient and his hand was burning slowly.

Still no response, Katherine reached for reward flicking his neck he hissed whipping his head around,"Fuck, what." Dean asked harshly,"Here." Sam put the coffee in Dean's hand,"Oh thank you.” Dean said taking a hefty sip sighing finally starting his day,"What were you starting at?" Sam asked his big brother, as he noticed his stare continuing once again. For a few moments longer Dean wanted to live in that night, he thought about the card that lived beneath all of the fake ids. It's home since that night, much like the keychain that swung slightly as the car vibrated with the running engine. A piercing shrill rang through his memory as he got drawn back to reality. Sam looked at Katherine confused as she shrugged," Don't look at me I don't know." Then Dean's phone went off," Dean, Dean are you with us?"

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End notes: Thank you for reading. So this is part of a much larger series I am starting. Again thank you a million for reading. Also any tips on creating a master list would be greatly appreciated.

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When he tells you he made dinner but it’s actually just his dick thats been marinating in beef flavored ramen broth for 2 hours 👹

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Soap ain't dead!. He's living in Montana/Scotland with Kate raising highland sheep/cattle.

Thank you @redreart for this beautiful art of Soap and my oc Kate 🖤❤️

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Throw some writing ideas (asks) at me pls♡

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In The Beginning Updated

What if Jo was actually Bobby’s niece and she grew up with the Winchesters.  What if John was a bastard and realized before it was too late that he could still be a caring father.  What if John was given a second chance at love.  What if Dean and Sam had a woman in their life that loved them as much as possible.

Through it all Jo and Dean knew they are always meant for each other.

Photo of Jensen is from  Pure Fandom and the photo of Alona is from Alona’s Instagram.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32

Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36

Chapter 37

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Bunny Slippers

Summary: While on the hunt for their dad the Winchester brothers are encouraged by Bobby to reach out to an old hunting buddy of John and Bobby. The trip leads to meeting not only a rugged hunter which is a missing puzzle piece to their dad's disappearance but also got to make the acquaintance of his lovely daughter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC ]

Warnings: mostly fluff with a sprinkle of possible violence or angst, maybe slow burn (i'm not too sure)

Word Count: 4,685 words

Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfiction. I dont really know how to write y/n so oc is all you're getting. I recently discovered the world of Supernatural and I am in love. This story takes place during Season 1, it doesn't really follow the story line and there might be some lore in accuracies. Please be kind, and I hope you enjoy my little story.

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With Bobby's wise counsel and the elusive hints scattered in John's journal, he implored the brothers to seek out Rob Blackburn, who could potentially steer them toward John. Rob, as Bobby explained, wasn't just an ally; he was a long-time comrade of both John Winchester and Bobby, often accompanying them on perilous hunts. Armed with this knowledge, Sam and Dean embarked on their journey to Boston in the trusty Impala. Dean took the wheel, immersing himself in the thumping beats of rock and roll, while Sam, map in hand, navigated the labyrinth of roads leading to Robert Blackburn's whereabouts. The pages of John's journal rustled in the background, revealing his own trek to Massachusetts, where he had joined forces with Rob to confront a formidable Wendigo.

In the early autumn morning, the Impala turned down the street of the Blackburn home, the epitome of historical charm found in Boston. The townhouse stands out with its red brick facade, large curved windows adorned with black shutters, and stately black entrance doors. Wrought iron railings line the stone steps leading up to the front doors, and mature trees along the sidewalk cast dappled shadows onto the cobblestone street. The vehicle comes to a halt in front of the winsome townhouse, with its elegance further accentuated by the cascading wisteria, lending a touch of natural beauty to the urban setting.

Dean cut the engine, his gaze shifting from the Blackburn residence to his brother. Sam, peering at Dean, broke the silence with his characteristic intensity. "So, think you're ready to face whatever's in there?" he asked, his voice tinged with both concern and determination.

Dean responded with his usual bravado, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready? Sam, I was born ready. Let's do this." His tone was confident, almost playful, yet underscored by the seriousness of their mission.

Moving in unison, the brothers climbed the steps to the Blackburn residence. A silent exchange of resolve passed between them as Dean turned to face the ominous black door. He pressed the doorbell, and for a moment, there was only silence. Impatient, Dean began to knock forcefully, intent on getting an answer.

Before he could knock again, hurried footsteps approached from inside. The door swung open to reveal a petite, dishevelled woman. Her light auburn curls were hastily tied atop her head, and her sleepy green eyes, magnified by tortoise-rimmed circle glasses, blinked at the unexpected visitors. Dean's gaze travelled over her, taking in the oversized Van Halen band t-shirt, the long flannel Batman pyjama pants tucked into mismatched white tube socks, and the pink bunny slippers, all indicating she had indeed just rolled out of bed.

The woman, stifling a yawn and crossing her arms defensively, addressed them with a groggy, gravelly voice. "Hello? Can I help you with something?" Her sleepy demeanour contrasted sharply with the urgency of their visit. 

The faintest hint of a smile played across Dean's face, a touch of warmth amidst the crisp Boston morning. The dishevelled stranger before him, a haphazardly charming vision in her comic book pyjamas and mismatched socks, sparked a flicker of amusement in his hunter's gaze. She couldn't be much older than Sam, he mused, who was barely past the threshold of twenty-two himself.

Clearing his throat, Dean straightened up a little, his eyes locking onto hers with an earnest steadiness. "Morning," he started, his voice carrying the signature gravel of a man used to long nights and the roar of a V8 engine. "Sorry to wake you, but we're looking for Rob Blackburn. The thing is," he paused, the weight of their search momentarily tightening his features, "our dad was working a case with him, and now... Dad's gone off the grid. We were hoping Rob might have some answers."

He watched her closely, not just for her response, but for any sign, any tell that might unravel the mystery of their father's whereabouts.

The woman's head tilted slightly, causing a few untamed curls to escape her hastily made morning bun. She squinted at Dean, her eyebrows knitting together in a puzzled frown. As her gaze shifted between Dean and Sam, a hint of wariness crept into her expression. "Sorry," she murmured, her free hand sliding under her glasses to rub at a sleepy eye. "But who are you guys, exactly?" she asked, her lips pursed slightly, clearly waiting for an explanation.

Dean met her gaze squarely, his expression a blend of seriousness and charm. "Name's Dean and this towering figure here is my brother, Sam," he said with a hint of a smirk. "We're here looking for Rob. You might know him through our dad, John Winchester. They go way back, and it's kind of important we talk to him." His tone carried the urgency of their quest, yet remained respectful, acknowledging the oddity of their early morning visit.

Her eyebrows lifted from their puzzled frown as the name John Winchester sparked a flicker of recognition in her features. Hesitating for a moment, she leaned slightly forward, peering past Sam and Dean to scan the street. Her green eyes settled on the shiny black Chevy parked in front of the house. Dean, noticing her gaze, followed it to the Impala.

With his trademark flirtatious smile, Dean couldn't resist a playful comment. "Hey, if you're interested, I could show you what she's really capable of," he said, nodding towards the Impala. The woman's eyes snapped back to Dean, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Realizing how his words might have sounded, Dean quickly clarified with a cheeky grin, "The Impala, I mean. A ride in the car."

She nodded silently, her cheeks now a deeper shade of red. A bit flustered, she stuttered, "Uh–" but then, meeting Sam's hazel eyes, she paused, took a deep breath, and regained her composure. "I'll be right back," she said before gently closing the door.

Dean left staring at the black door, perked up his ears as he heard her voice escalate inside, calling out, "Dad! The Winchesters are here!" After a brief silence, her voice rose again, more insistent this time, "DAD!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a look of surprise at the volume of her shout. The response came in the form of a deep, muffled reply from within. The door creaked open again, and the woman offered an awkward smile. "He'll be down so–"

Before she could finish, a tall, muscular man in plaid flannel pyjama pants and a simple grey t-shirt descended the stairs. He stood imposingly behind her, his voice deep and gravelly. "Mornin'," he greeted, eyeing the brothers. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Definitely John's boys," he observed as he extended his hand.

Dean grasped his hand firmly. "Dean," he introduced himself with a nod.

Sam followed suit, shaking Rob's hand. "Sam. It's good to meet you."

Rob's genuine smile broadened. "Rob. Nice to finally meet you boys. John's told me a lot about you two."

In the midst of the heartfelt introductions, Rob's daughter slipped out under her father's arm, who was now holding the door open. He quickly turned his head to call after her, "Jay, boil the water. We're gonna need some coffee."

Rob then stepped aside, inviting them in. "C'mon in," he said, glancing once more at the street as the brothers entered. "Damn, is that John's Impala?" he asked, intrigued.

Dean turned back to Rob, a hint of pride in his voice. "Actually, she's mine now. Dad left her to me. She's got more history and miles on her than most cars on the road. Runs like a dream, though." His words were laced with respect and a touch of nostalgia for both the car and his father.

The boys followed the barefoot Rob Blackburn into his living room. The space was a testament to a life well-lived and richly layered, a striking balance between the modern and the memorabilia of yesteryear. They stepped through the wooden archway, and Dean's gaze swept the room—a harmony of contemporary and eclectic tastes.

The living room was bathed in morning sunlight from a large, bay window framing the greenery and wisteria blossoms outside, its grandeur contrasted by the cozy array of furniture. A plush, dark green sofa accented with earth-toned pillows invited comfort and long conversations. Across the room, a pair of vintage armchairs stood guard, their fabric hinting at a past era. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, a ladder poised as if in mid-ascent, suggesting a world of knowledge and stories just out of reach. In the center, a stately wooden coffee table bore the weight of books and vases, while a Persian rug beneath whispered tales of ancient craftsmanship.

Above the mantel, a flat-screen TV was mounted, an anachronism amid the classical vibe. The mantle itself was a gallery of personal history, with frames marching across its length like milestones. Dean's eyes traced the journey of the dishevelled girl named Jay through frozen moments: school plays, graduations, and candid laughter.

One photograph, in particular, seized Dean's attention, squeezing his heart with the force of a long-forgotten song. There, captured in the stillness of time, was a young woman with auburn curls, her arm casually draped over a youthful Mary Winchester. Beside her, a younger Rob stood with an easy stance, and on the other side, John Winchester's smile reached out, as bright and as real as if he were standing in the room with them.

Dean found his voice, roughened by the swell of memory. "You've got quite the place here, Rob. Feels like a home that's seen a lot of good times," he said, his eyes not leaving the photograph.

Rob, following Dean's gaze, nodded with a touch of nostalgia. "Yeah, it's been through a lot. Every piece has a story, especially those photos," he said, his voice softening. "That one there," he pointed to the photograph that held Dean's gaze, "was from a summer BBQ we had right after John got back from a tour. Good times indeed, Dean.”

With a comforting pat on Dean's shoulder, Rob motioned towards the dark green sofa. "Please, take a seat," he said in a voice that carried the warmth of a seasoned host. Sam was already lounging there, looking every bit the part of a man ready to delve into matters of gravity and ghosts. Rob's towering presence moved towards one of the vintage armchairs, his movements measured and graceful. He sank into the chair with the ease of a man in his own sanctuary.

Dean observed Rob, taking in the rugged features that spoke of a life lived much like their father's—on the road, but always returning home. The man sitting across from him had a face that bore the marks of laughter and squinting against the sun, a generous beard that was well kept but suggested it could tell stories of its own. His hair, though tousled from sleep, had the hint of waves, and the light caught the flecks of gray that ran through it like silver threads in a tapestry. There was a certain comfort in his ruggedness, an unspoken kinship that Dean recognized well.

Rob caught Dean's gaze and chuckled, a sound that seemed to reverberate around the room. "My apologies, if I'd known Johnny's boys would be showing up on my doorstep, I'd have made myself presentable," he said, his fingers raking through his hair in a vain attempt to tame it.

Their conversation was paused as Jay quietly made her entrance, her arms full with an offering of steaming mugs. Dean's eyes followed her every step, noting the careful balance as she placed the coffee on the table with precision. The small, satisfied smile that danced across her lips made Dean's own lips twitch in response. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a look of comical frustration.

Jay stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes closed, speaking through gritted teeth. "I was so proud of not spilling coffee, I forgot people might want milk and sugar too."

Dean leaned forward, picked up one of the mugs, and met her frustrated gaze with a reassuring smile. "Don't sweat it, Jay. I take my coffee black as midnight on a moonless night," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's the best way to kick-start the day, especially when there's work to be done." He took a sip, letting the rich bitterness of the coffee linger, a stark contrast to the gentle chaos of the morning.

Jay—no, Julia—looked momentarily taken aback, an unspoken question flickering in her eyes about Dean's use of her nickname. Before she could voice it, Rob intervened with a throaty chuckle that broke the brief silence. "Dean, Sam, if it wasn't already apparent, this spirited individual is my daughter Julia."

Julia's expression folded into a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment at her father's words. "Introductions must've slipped my mind earlier," Rob added, his eyes twinkling with paternal amusement.

With a graceful motion that seemed to betray her earlier fluster, Julia tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Was a bit scattered, to be honest," she admitted as a soft hue painted her cheeks.

He offered her a warm, appreciative smile, and she, in turn, blushed a shade deeper, hastily picking up the one mug that held coffee lightened with milk. "Anyway, I'm—" she started, her voice trailing off as she backed away, thumbing in the direction of the staircase, "—going to get dressed."

With that, Julia turned, her retreat up the stairs as quick as it was quiet, leaving the conversation to hang in the warm, coffee-scented air of the living room.

The trio settled into an easy silence, the kind that speaks of understanding rather than discomfort. Eventually, Rob broke the stillness, setting his coffee cup down with a soft clink. "Not that I'm complaining about having John's boys over," he began, his voice even and curious, "but what brings you to my door?"

Sam, always the one to dive into the details, took the lead. "Well, Rob, from what we've pieced together with Bobby's input and clues from Dad's journal, it seems John was here in Boston not too long ago. He was helping you out with a wendigo situation," he explained. "You might have been one of the last people to see him. Now, Dean and I are crisscrossing the country, trying to track him down."

Dean, meanwhile, was only half-listening, his mind wandering as he sipped the robust black coffee. His thoughts were momentarily caught up with Julia—her surprising affinity for classic rock band shirts, her effortless command of the room, despite her earlier disarray. There was an allure there that Dean couldn't quite dismiss.

Realizing he needed to jump back into the conversation, he met Rob's gaze over the rim of his mug. "So, any chance Julia might know something that could help us out?" he asked, his voice casual but with an undercurrent of hope. It was a thinly veiled attempt to weave Julia back into their narrative—perhaps more for another encounter than actual investigative purposes.

Rob leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips as he cradled his mug. "Julia? She wasn't really involved with the hunting side of things with John. She's the brains, does all the research," he began, but the strains of Led Zeppelin suddenly filled the room, filtering through the walls of Julia’s bedroom, in a muffled but unmistakable riff.

He laughed, a low, rich sound, and shook his head affectionately. "Yeah, she's a history major. She’s got her nose usually buried in old books. But she did dig into the Wendigo lore while John was around. Spent a few hours picking his brain, so it might be worth a shot to ask her," Rob conceded, acknowledging the potential value in speaking with his daughter once more.

As the sun arced higher in the sky outside the arch window, time seemed to fold in on itself within the Blackburn residence. The conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, the brothers and Rob exchanging tales and theories about the elusive Wendigo. Engrossed in the retelling, they barely noticed the passage of time until the Led Zeppelin anthem that had been humming in the background abruptly ceased. A hush fell over the house, and Dean couldn't help but cast a puzzled look towards Rob, who appeared unfazed by the sudden silence, continuing his story with the ease of a man accustomed to the unpredictable soundtrack of a busy household.

Dean's attention was drawn towards the hallway as a flash of red caught his eye—a pair of Converse sneakers, the unmistakable hallmark of a casual yet deliberate style. As Julia came into view, his gaze instinctively followed the line of her high-waisted jeans up to her neatly tucked-in white shirt. Gone was the disarray of the morning; in its place stood Julia, transformed. Her light auburn curls, now tamed and flowing gracefully down her back, framed a face of calm composure.

She paused in the archway, and for a moment, there was a silent exchange as Dean's eyes met hers—no longer sleepy, but sharp and full of life.

Rob, seizing the opportunity, looked up at his daughter with a mix of pride and practicality. "Perfect timing, Jay. Do you recall any of the details from when John helped out with the Wendigo case? I'd take a stab at finding the research in the office, but I still can't make heads or tails of your organization system."

Julia's lips pursed lightly, a subtle indication she was preparing to delve into her mental archives, but before she could articulate her thoughts, Rob interjected with decisiveness. "Great, I'll go get changed, and you can show the boys what you've got."

Julia nodded, a silent agreement to take the lead, and Dean couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the way she navigated her father's expectations with grace. There was more to Julia than met the eye, and Dean was keen to uncover the depths of her knowledge—not just for the sake of their quest, but perhaps, for the simple pleasure of her company.

As Rob ascended the stairs, Julia began gathering the empty coffee mugs with an efficiency that spoke of routine. She gave Sam and Dean a quick, playful grin. "I'll just drop these off in the kitchen, then we can dive into the research. Hope you're ready for a bit of a deep dive," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of excitement about the task ahead. She turned on her heel, the cups clinking softly as she vanished down the hall.

Dean watched her go, an appreciative gleam in his eye. Sam, catching this all-too-familiar look, turned his entire body to face his brother, his expression a blend of warning and wisdom.

"Dean, I'm gonna say this once: tread carefully, man," Sam advised, leaning in slightly to emphasize his point.

Dean turned to his brother, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about, Sammy?"

Sam fixed Dean with a knowing look, the kind that only a lifetime of brotherhood could perfect. "Julia. I see that look in your eyes," he cautioned, his voice serious but not unkind.

A roguish smirk danced across Dean's face, his thoughts lingering on the spark he'd felt during their brief interactions. "Can't help it if there's a mutual spark. And come on, Sam—she's smart, she's into Zeppelin, and she's got that whole natural beauty thing going on. It's not just me," Dean defended with a casual shrug, trying to brush off the gravity of Sam's warning with his characteristic nonchalance.

Julia reemerged with a swift grace, pausing at the doorway, her demeanor alight with the thrill of sharing her world. The excitement seemed to emanate from her, an infectious energy that promised revelations and secrets held within her scholarly trove. As Sam and Dean stood, ready to be led into her realm of research, Sam's encouragement was both genuine and anticipatory.

"Rob mentioned you're quite the expert. Can't wait to see the treasures you've been working on," he said, his kind smile acknowledging her expertise.

Julia's response was tinged with humility and appreciation. "That's really nice of you to say," she replied, leading the way up the stairs with a lightness in her step that suggested she was as eager to share as they were to learn.

Reaching the second-floor landing, they were greeted by the impressive sight of a bookshelf that seemed to serve both as a doorway and a guardian of knowledge. Passing through the archway, both Winchesters couldn't help but pause, struck by the beauty of the room that unfolded before them.

They were surrounded by the warmth of aged wood and the silent stories of countless tomes. A built-in window seat nestled against a bay window offered a view of the soft purple wisteria blossoms framing the glass. The room was steeped in the warmth of vintage charm and the whispered stories of countless books. The walls are lined with towering shelves, crafted from dark, polished wood that gleams under the soft golden hue of strategically placed lamps. Each shelf is a testament to a bibliophile's passion, densely packed with books of varying sizes, their spines creating a colourful mosaic that speaks to years of collection and care.

In one corner, a plush armchair sits invitingly, upholstered in a rich, patterned fabric that echoes the bygone era of Victorian elegance. Next to it, a small table holds a crystal decanter of amber liquid and matching glasses, alongside a pile of well-thumbed novels, suggesting a perfect nook for sipping and reading. The heavy curtains pulled back from a large window allow the gentle light to filter in, casting a serene glow over the scene.

Despite the room's orderly foundations, there's a deliberate messiness to it that adds character. Stacks of books and papers teeter precariously on every available surface, including the floor, where a worn Persian rug lays as a testament to the many hours spent lost in literature. The desk is a landscape of creative chaos, with open books, notes scribbled on loose papers, and a vintage typewriter pushed to one side to make room for a modern laptop, showing the blend of old and new.

Unique artifacts are nestled among the books: a vintage globe, a brass telescope, and curious trinkets like skulls and antique scissors, each with its own untold backstory. The space is a sanctuary of knowledge, history, and personal quirks, inviting you to explore its depths, both literary and personal.

As Julia completed a graceful pirouette, her arms outstretched to present the room, her eyes met theirs with a spark of shared understanding. "This is where the magic happens," she declared, her smile as genuine as the passion that clearly fueled her pursuit of knowledge. The invitation was clear, and the Winchesters stepped into her world, ready to be enchanted by the magic of her making.

The effervescent joy Julia exuded was infectious, and Dean found himself basking in a reflected glow of happiness as he watched her navigate the room. He leaned against the doorway, observing her as she gathered an armful of papers and books, her movements a dance of efficiency amid the charming chaos. With a deft hand, she rehomed the collected clutter atop another table already brimming with the weight of research.

"Here," she sang out, her voice carrying the lightness of a melody, as she flitted from one end of the room to the other, her presence transforming the space into something ethereal. She was like a sprite in her own domain, orchestrating the energy of the room with every sweep of her arm.

Sam and Dean approached the cleared chairs with a hint of hesitation, not wanting to disturb the artful disorder of her workspace. They settled into the seats, and Julia paused in her bustling, resting a hand on the back of Dean's chair. For a moment, she stood still, lost in thought, and Dean found himself enveloped in the subtle scent that clung to her—pistachio, perhaps, and something sweetly salted, like caramel. It was warm and inviting, and his heart thrummed a little faster in his chest as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Julia's contemplative silence broke, and she turned her gaze to meet Sam's, her expression earnest. "I have a lot of material on the Wendigo—notes, theories, patterns. John had me assist him with something else, too," she confided, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But before I share anything, you have to promise not to tell my dad. He tends to be... overly protective about certain things."

Her eyes lingered on Sam, seeking an assurance of confidentiality, an unspoken pact between them. Dean felt a tug of curiosity, an eagerness to delve into the knowledge she held, and he nodded in silent agreement, keenly aware of the trust she was placing in their hands.

Sam met Julia's earnest gaze, understanding the gravity of her request. He nodded, a silent promise etched into the gesture. "You have our word, Julia. Whatever you share with us stays between us," Sam assured her, his tone underscored with the seriousness of a sworn oath.

Dean, who had been momentarily caught in the sensory spell of Julia's presence, now anchored himself in the moment, the importance of her trust not lost on him. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with hers, reinforcing the vow. "We've kept secrets bigger than a bunker," he said, a soft, conspiratorial edge to his voice. "Your research is safe with us."

Julia, seemingly satisfied with their assurance, pulled a deep breath before she began, her eyes momentarily flitting to the ceiling as if gathering the threads of her thoughts. "Okay," she started, her voice now a hushed whisper, "John and I were looking into some lore—old, obscure stuff, not just your run-of-the-mill monster tales. It's about something much older, something he was tracking long before the Wendigo."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Julia spoke, the brothers leaning in, captivated by the prelude to secrets yet untold. The promise they had made bound them to this space, to the words that were about to unfold, weaving them into the fabric of Julia's clandestine work.

With the silence of one well-versed in the quietude of libraries, Julia drifted towards the bay window, her figure briefly silhouetted against the gentle light. She took a swift left into a nook, where a ceiling-high cupboard was nestled like a secret chamber within the room. Sam and Dean sat in anticipation, their ears tuned to the soft hum of her tune, punctuated by the rustle of papers as she rummaged within the cupboard's depths.

The cupboard doors clicked shut, and Julia returned to the table, her arms wrapped around a thick brown accordion folder that seemed to challenge her with its heft. With careful steps, she approached, placing the folder on the table before sliding into the last remaining chair—inevitably, the one next to Dean.

As she scooted her chair in, the proximity brought a subtle contact; her knee brushed against Dean's, a fleeting touch that sent a heightened awareness coursing through him. Julia opened the folder with a sense of ceremony, unleashing a cascade of notebooks and papers, each leaf carrying the weight of diligent inquiry.

Sam immediately delved into one of the notebooks, his eyes scanning the bubbly script and the stark sketches that accompanied the text. Dean, however, remained focused on Julia, his curiosity piqued not just by the research but by the researcher herself.

"So, what was it my dad had you digging into?" Dean inquired, his voice low and earnest, inviting confidence.

Julia's gaze lifted to meet his, a current of intensity passing between them. "A demon," she began, her voice barely above a murmur, as if the very word might invoke the creature's attention. Her eyes flicked to Sam's, ensuring she had both brothers' undivided attention, before she continued, "The Yellow-Eyed Demon."

To be continued . . .

Chapter Two

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She Thought She was Normal Master List

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Each chapter will have warnings. Pairing is Dean Winchester x OC Lots of familiar faces will make an appearance: Jody Mills, Bobby Singer, Dean, Sam, and John Winchester, Castiel, and more. I don't want to give away too many spoilers.

Chapter 1 - In The Beginning Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 - When Dreams Are Too Real Chapter 7 - Thanksgiving Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 - So Much for Being Normal Chapter 12 Chapter 13 - Ground Rules Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 - When Things Change Chapter 18 Chapter 19 - Pt 1 Chapter 19 - Pt 2 - You Had Me At Apple Pie Chapter 20 - Pt. 1 - Confessions Chapter 20 - Pt. 2 - Azazel Chapter 21 - Time to make a choice Chapter 22 - Let the Whiskey Flow Chapter 23 Pt. 1 Chapter 23 - Pt. 2 - (18+ Warning) Chapter 24 - Apple Pie Chapter 25 Chapter 26 - A Reunion They Didn't See Coming Chapter 27 Chapter 28 - Kripke's Hallow Chapter 29 Chapter 30 - Thanksgiving & New Beginnings Chapter 31 - Revelations Chapter 32 - A Taste of Normal Chapter 33 - Hell Chapter 34 - An Unexpected Intrusion Chapter 35 - Heaven Chapter 36 Epilogue

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'd love to hear what you liked, loved, or even hated about it. Leave me a comment.

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Don't Speak, Epilogue

Pairings: Adam x f!Reader, past dark!Winchesters x f!Reader, past!Dean x Claire

Characters: Reader, Adam, Claire, OCs, Special Appearances by Jack and James Novak, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo, John, Sam and Dean

Warnings: aftermath of fire, aftermath of kidnapping/held prisoner, non-graphic descriptions of childbirth, aftermath of non-con, babies, mostly fluff but with some sprinkles of angst, happy ending?

WC: <1500

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

This is a dark!fic that includes potentially triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

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Part 23

November

As the train jolts to a stop, you shush the baby at your breast, hoping that it won’t jostle him awake. You’re glad to finally be back in Boston, and in only a matter of days you, Adam, and William, will be on a ship heading back to London. Two sets of blue eyes are waiting on the platform– searching the crowds amidst the smog from the train. You gesture to Claire to look out the window and watch as elation fills her, catching a tear falling down her cheek as she lays eyes on her family.

There is a hesitation for a moment before the two of you move from your seats. 

The fire not only claimed the lives of the brothers that night, but also some of the new servants who were still unfamiliar with the layout of the manor. No one was entirely sure how many lives the fire claimed; all of the bodies were too damaged and disfigured by the fire for anyone to be able to tell one from the other.

You and Claire had been confined to the same boarding house that Adam had escaped to for several weeks while Bobby tried to salvage keepsakes from the Manor, and Mr. Finch sorted through John’s will, determining what was to be done with the Winchester Estate. You’d always known that the family were wealthy, but you hadn’t ever fully comprehended exactly how much money they had. John had made plans to ensure that you and Claire and your children were to be taken care of if something had ever happened to the brothers. However, you doubt that he’d expected for his sons to die the way they did.

You and Claire both only wanted one thing: to be reunited with your families. No one in town seemed to mourn the loss of the Winchesters, but there was gossip that made its way through as you and Claire kept up appearances of the heartbroken widows. There was no funeral to speak of, only two caskets filled with charred remains and the conflicted feeling of anguish and joy, knowing that now you and Claire could move on with your lives. 

It took over a month to settle everything. While John had made contingencies for the brothers’ demises, you expect that he never imagined that they would die together, or within only a few months of his own untimely death. Adam could, according to Mr. Finch, lay claim to the Winchester fortune because John had left documentation that Adam was his bastard, but Adam declined, opting to let you and Claire split the money instead. With the estate finally settled, you were free to leave Kansas. Claire had written to her father, and the four of you made your way towards Boston.

You had barely made it out of Kansas when you’d gone into labor. William James Winchester came into the world screaming. A wave of emotions flowed through you as the wailing infant was placed in your arms, tears pressing against your eyes, and you let out a choked laugh as you realized that you’d finally fulfilled the Winchester's plan for you - a legitimate male heir. Dark chocolate eyes and tufts of dark brown hair answered the question that had been in the back of your mind ever since Adam informed you that the baby couldn’t be Sam’s. And though you hated to admit it, you were happy knowing that the father wasn’t your husband or his brother, but their father.

It took longer to recover from the birth than you’d expected, and the mental and physical exhaustion of being held prisoner by the Winchesters and your escape had finally caught up with you and Claire, as well. The decision was made to halt your journey until the end of October, giving you and Claire more time to recover before continuing on to Boston.

As Claire’s eyes lock with her father’s and brother’s, a smile that you haven’t seen in ages grows across her face. You know that she hadn’t explained everything that had happened during the year she’d been gone in her letter, unwilling to let them bear the burden or guilt of knowing that they easily could’ve spared her the trauma. You’d written a similar letter to your family, though you wonder if they would believe the half-truths that you spun. You aren’t even sure you care.

You had early on in your captivity come to terms with the fact that while your parents hadn’t–at least you hoped–known what plans the Winchesters had for you, they had still abandoned you. Part of you wonders exactly what John had said to your father to make him agree to allow you to marry a complete and total stranger. You suspect that he’d offered to pay off their debts, after all that’s why you were at court that evening–to find a prospective husband who could help your family with their debts.

Tears fill your eyes as you watch Claire reunite with her family. Captain Novak’s lip quivers as she shows off baby Amelia, pressing a kiss to Claire’s forehead as she wraps her arms around him. You and Adam stay back, giving the family time to themselves, before Claire calls you over. There’s a flush on Jack’s cheeks as his eyes meet yours, and part of you wants to assure him that you understand that what happened between you was not his fault, but John’s. 

You spend the next few days helping Claire get reacquainted with her family, assuring her that you and she are bonded for life, and that once the children get older, you can visit each other and, when the time comes, explain their parentage. The two of you promise to write at least once a week, and you tell her that no matter what, she’ll always be your sister.

Tears are aplenty as you arrive at the docks. With The Perdition no longer making transatlantic voyages, Adam books you on The Wayward, a much faster ship not much bigger than the Novak's, and promises you will be home in less than a week. When you arrived in Boston, the three of you didn’t have much more in the way of luggage than the clothes on your back, but as you board, you need two extra deckhands to help bring everything to your staterooms.

With a tearfilled final hug, and a last look at Amelia, you and Claire reiterate your promise to see each other again as you're told you must start boarding. You push William’s pram up the walkway, Adam’s arm linked around yours to keep you steady as you say goodbye to America and the horrors that it brought you.

Before stepping onto the deck of the ship, you turn around a final time so that you can give Claire another wave, but instead of finding her, your eyes land on a pair of green ones. You lose your footing, nearly falling off the ramp and into the water, with only Adam’s arms keeping you from doing so.

“Y/N!” he exclaims as he pulls you back to your feet, face filled with concern. 

“I saw–” 

Your breath hitches, heart pounding in your chest. It isn’t possible. He is dead. Buried. There is no way he could’ve survived the fire. And if he had somehow managed to, why would he wait months to come find you and your son? You look back out onto the dock. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you. You can’t go back, not when you are so close to escaping for good. 

For a moment, you convince yourself that it was nothing–an illusion–but as you start to turn, he’s there, watching from only a few yards from where Claire is standing. His eyes lock on yours as terror fills you, and you want to scream a warning to Claire. How doesn’t she see him? How can’t Adam? Before you can make any decision, Dean gives you a sad smile and a small nod before disappearing into the crowd.

“What, Kitten?” Adam turns you to face him. “What did you see?”

When you look out onto the dock, Dean has disappeared. The Novaks give another wave, and you decide that what you saw wasn’t him, but a figment of your imagination.

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “I’m just– I’m tired, and ready to go home.”

Adam links his arm in yours and presses a kiss onto your forehead as he leads you up the ramp once again. Stepping onto The Wayward, you decide to leave all memories of the Winchesters behind you, instead, focusing on your new life with Adam and William, and being reunited with your family.

But as you settle into your room that night with Adam, those green eyes still haunt you. You’re mine, sweetheart, echoes in your ear when you finally drift off to sleep.

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NCIS

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Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

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Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

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Red Daniels

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Joseph Turner

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SHAMELESS

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Mickey Milkovich

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THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

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Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

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MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

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Deadpool

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Wolverine

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Alex Summers

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Mobius M. Mobius

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Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

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TEEN WOLF

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Scott McCall

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Isaac Lahey

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Jordan Parrish

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THE BOYS IN THE BAND

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Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

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Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

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Thomas

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Minho

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Howie Han (Chimney)

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Eddie Diaz

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Jud Ryder

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Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

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Chic

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All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

#x male reader #shadowhunters x male reader #Harry Potter x male reader #maze runner x male reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them x male reader #divergent x male reader #jumanji x male reader #white collar x male reader #Shazam x male reader #it x male reader #train to Busan x male reader #squid game x male reader #move to heaven x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #supernatural x male reader #shameless x male reader #criminal minds x male reader #NCIS x male reader #Wednesday x male reader #riverdale x male reader #Pedro pascal x male reader #patrick bateman x male reader #Brooklyn nine nine x male reader #Barbie x male reader #Detroit become human x male reader #male reader #la casa de papel x male reader #suits x male reader

[prpfs]

🩸hey y’all 21nb and am looking for partners for a few fandoms at the moment that are in my brain all of the fandoms I list I would like to write an oc x cc double up and will play anyone from the fandoms listed. In parentheses are the characters im looking for you to play and the ones bolded are my absolute favorites. All the ships have pre established ideas / plots in mind how ever I am also happy to make something up with you! PS all of the ships I have in mind are dark and by no means healthy so please keep that in mind. They have tender moments but are not “happy endings”. I am happy to write a sweeter ship for your side though!

Baulders Gate (Cazador, Ascended Astarion, Gortash)

Call Of Duty MW2/3 (König,Graves)

Supernatural (Gabriel, Lucifer,Sam Winchester)

Saw (John,Lawrence)

The Mandolorian (Moff Gideon)

Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul (Gus Fring, Saul Goodman, Jesse Pinkman)

All plots, kinks and limits will be talked about more in dm but I cant wait to meet some new partners! Seriously so excited! I cant wait to make some Pinterest Boards, playlists and nerd out with everyone!

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#fandom rp #ocxcc rp #oc rp #original rp #baldurs gate 3 rp #cod rp #supernatural rp #saw rp #the mandalorian rp #breaking bad rp #better call saul rp

[impala-dreamer]

Coming Soon to Patreon -

Here's a glance at what's coming up on Patreon:

Remember, for only $3 a month, you get access to hundreds of fics never published anywhere else, and a brand new one every single Monday. Not to mention, a special invite to a private discord group, contests, requests, and so much more!

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that's been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Featuring Cameos by Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, and OCs

21,500 Words - 13 Chapters

Series Warnings Include: NSFW. Magic. Angst. Captivity. Mentions of Pregnancy/Pregnancy Talk, Sex. Oral. Threesomes, Slavery, Murder, Blood, Not really all that graphic, honestly. NonCon/DubCon, Bickering. Also lots of love and fluff.

~Sometimes, the person you fight alongside is also the person you with the most. And sometimes all that fighting is hiding other feelings, other desires...~

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

2615 Words

Warnings: Frenemies to Lovers. Talk of hunt gone wrong. Mentions of blood. Angsty fighting. Sexy kissing. PG-13. Young, cocky Dean.

~During a break in her convention schedule, Y/N seeks some peace and quiet but ends up with far more than planned.~

Drake Rodger x Fem!Reader

2,243 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Mutual Masturbation, Age Gap, (Reader is in her late 30s), Fluffy, Sexy, Yummy Smluff

~John Winchester has a hard life and an even harder time keeping his mind off of young Y/N.~

John Winchester x Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

1,998 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Age Gap, Masturbation, Longing

~Alone and unprepared, Y/N goes to collect Dean from the bar and convince him to come home. Sam says he has a cure, and she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try to get Dean on board...~

Demon!Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

6,331 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Angst, Smut, Demonic Charm, Fingering and Fucking, Mild Violence, Canon Everything, Choking During Sex, Choking not during sex, Lose of consciousness, Yada Yada

A Story from the YOU Universe

~Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.~

Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) x F!Reader

5,019 Words

Warnings: NSFW.

#john winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #drake rodger x reader #Joe Goldberg x reader #coming soon #patreon

[horror102]

Submission!

Things I do and don’t.

Things I do write for

Student X teacher- Just because it’s a weird fantasy and only high school 18 X teacher I’ve gotten a request many times and I refuse to do any 16 year old students or 17 only the age above legal law.

Fictional Serial killer X reader- Only fictional serial killers I will not be writing a fan fiction of Ted bunch, jeffery Dhamer, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, or anything’s real serial killer wise.

Any type of fandoms!

Undertale fandom, WWE fandom, Horror fandom, supernatural fandom, Dc fandom, Marvel fandom, Game fandom, Movie fandom, Peoples oc’s X a certain character. Just anything! Anime fandom, Cartoon fandom, Greek gods, ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption, Cod , YouTubers only ones who allow, TWD, TVD, GTA, Fast food, fnaf , Disney , the avatar,

Things I don’t and won’t do.

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Rape

Abusive relationships with a character that’s the love interest.

Urine/feces

Warnings I do

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Limes

Lemons 

Fandoms I won’t write for.

Harry Potter- It’s mostly just a bunch of weird adults crushing on teenagers

YouTubers who’ve stated they don’t want smut written about them, only ones that don’t care. But if it’s fluff it’s fine

Scooby doo- Only when it’s the live action it’s okay but when there supposedly teens nah. unless it’s fluff.

Going angst someone’s religion or adding satanism in a story.- only because it goes against some characters I write like Jacob Goodnight

Specific characters I do.

Michael myers

Jason voorhees

Jacob goodnight

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal Lecter

Leather face

Candy man

Pearl

Carrie

Chucky

Jennifer Tilly

Freddy Krueger

Ghostfaces

Pinhead

Pyramid head

Pennywise

Art the clown

Harry warden

Gabriel may

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Horror

Sally face

Sally face

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Supernatural

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikealson

Klaus Mikealson

Mason Lockwood

Kai Parker

TVD

Negan

Rick

Carl

TWD

Simon Riley

Soap

Konig

Cod

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Venom

Deadpool

Marvel

Batman

Superman

Joker

Dick Grayson

The flash

Beast boy

Superboy

Spider noir

Dc

Roman reigns

Dolph Zigger

Randy Orton

Batista

Razor Ramon

Drew McIntyre

Kane

Undertaker

Mankind

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Shawn Michaels 

Triple H

Diesel

WWE

Sans

Papyrus

Undertale

Naruto uzumaki

Kakashi Hatake

Jiraiya

Asuma sensei

Erwin smith

Reiner Braun

Hercules

Poseidon

Connie springer

Kisame

Coach Ukai

Asahi- Haikyu

Sniper mask

Anime

The hand- Wednesday

Freaky Fred

Scar

Mufasa

Cartoon

Ronald mc Donald

Burger King

Jack in the box

Fast food

Spring trap

Bonnie

Foxy

Freddy faze bear

Monty

Michael afton

Fnaf

Franklin

Michael

GTA

Beast

Prince neaven

Any Disney prince fr <3

Disney

Anything on my list, or in the fandoms I write for I forgot I couple if there’s any you think I might like hit me up! <3

Tags I do

Daddy issues

Older men

Sugar daddy

Sugar mommy

Milf

Dilf

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Age gap

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slasher fucker #slashers #black reader #bo sinclair x reader #wwe imagine #wwe smut #wwe x reader #undertale #supernatural #dc universe #marvel #Game X reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #oc #anime fanfic #cartoon #Greek gods #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur #youtubers #sally face #twd negan #Twd #tvd fandom #fnaf #jack in the box

[findroleplay]

hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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#roleplay #rp #the witcher rp #criminal minds rp #fear the walking dead rp #the walking dead rp #divergent rp #hunger games rp #twilight rp #hannibal rp #ouat rp #harry potter rp #supernatural rp #the black phone rp #doctor who rp #star wars rp #chilling adventures of sabrina rp #dc rp #marvel rp #sherlock rp #got rp #lotr rp #house md rp

[ellie-tarts]

georgie georgie georgie

because i absolutely cannot be stopped i've made a temeraire oc

born to aviator parents, georgie probably would've been slated for an egg if she'd been a boy, but she and her sister were girls, and while there aren't many women in the corps, there also aren't many dragons who absolutely require a female captain

but she loves being an aviator and loves dragons, and is on good track to be a lieutenant in some years

of course the dragon plague upends things, and there is a lot of reshuffling and many many aviators are grounded

she sneaks in to watch the egg hatching of an uncertain breed. and the dragon rejects all the potential captains offered to her and instead seeks out the teen girl hidden away, refusing everyone else

the dragonet hatched quite small, and despite a rapid growth period and everyone's best efforts, she ended up even smaller than the average winchester

and thus the two learned to be couriers

which is probably good. since her dragon mostly views other people on a range from disinterest to dislike. she would not have taken well to a crew

and this personality is juxtaposed with georgie's attempts to be confident and easy going due to her new duties, which are more public than she was trained up for

good luck out there you two

also if you got this far, the flowers in the middle are st john's wort, for her last name

x x

#what a nice young man that girl is #my post #my art #my oc #georgie st john #temeraire #after all why not. why not put it in the main tag #fortunately or unfortunately i love girls who dress up as guys. so obviously i had to make an aviator oc #also i havent really ironed out timeline stuff and really settled on her age. im rereading rn and things will probably become clearer #i should take notes. #also her dragon is either from a couple of ferals. or an experimental cross that britain was able to buy as #an egg off of another country that was willing to part from it #the dragon will have a name. im just not committed to one yet #but she's my girl my gal my rotten soldier my little hater #but yeah #look at my oc boy #edited on 3/28/24 bc i realized shortly after posting i put the wrong number of bars on her shoulder #bweh

[thsillystringbeanscribbler]

Bunny Slippers: Chapter Two

Summary: Julia shares the research John had asked her help with, giving the brothers a small insight into what led to their father disappearing. Is it possible that John not only put his sons in danger but also the Blackburns?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC: Julia Blackburn ]

Warnings: mostly fluff with violence and angst, maybe slow burn

Word Count: 6,408 words

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the previous chapter and for all your support. I hope this chapter is just as enjoyable for you! I have had this story in the drafts for a while, using it as an excuse to avoid doing my research proposal... Also s/o to Ness and my thesaurus

(gif from Pinterest)

The initial jolt of hearing the "Yellow-Eyed Demon" mentioned had sent a shockwave through Dean, but it quickly settled into a focused urgency. They fell into a rhythm, each leafing through the contents of Julia and John's collective research, a dance of minds across the pages.

Sam was absorbed in a notebook, the elegance of Julia's script weaving through the more rugged annotations of their father. Dean, positioned across the table, glanced intermittently between the lines of text and Julia, who was gracefully navigating the bookshelves in search of a volume Sam had inquired about. Her movements were a silent ballet, her curls keeping time with her search until she found her mark.

"Aha!" The sound was a soft triumph. Dean watched, a half-smile playing on his lips, as Julia stretched on her tiptoes, reaching for an ancient cloth-bound book just beyond her grasp.

Before she could concede to the shelf's height, Dean was on his feet, moving towards her. His fingers brushed hers as they both reached for the elusive book. "Let me help with that, short stuff," he offered, his voice low and playful.

Julia glanced over her shoulder, and as her eyes traced the path up his chest to meet his gaze, Dean realized just how close he was, her scent enveloping him like a sweet spell. "Actually," she murmured, her hand dropping away as she adjusted her glasses, "that would be great. Thank you."

His heart thrummed a more animated rhythm, and with an easy reach, he retrieved the book. Handing it to her, he didn't miss the brief flicker of her eyes to his arm and back to the book, a silent acknowledgment of his strength.

"There you go, just your friendly neighbourhood book retriever at your service," he quipped with a wink, handing her the tome. "But if you need someone to reach the high notes—or anything else—just let me know." His smile was as cheeky as his words, his flirtation unmistakable yet light-hearted, a playful offer hanging in the library air.

Julia's smile was a mix of amusement and a touch of bashfulness as she accepted the book from Dean. "My very own hero," she teased, giving him a playful shoulder bump that spoke of a burgeoning camaraderie. She then turned towards the table, eager to share her find with Sam.

As Julia started explaining the contents of the book to Sam, he listened intently, his expression a blend of professional interest and brotherly concern. He managed to sneak a quick, warning glare at Dean, silently urging him to tread carefully in this dance of flirtation and research.

As Julia excitedly shared her findings, the rhythmic sound of footsteps ascending the stairs punctuated the room's quiet buzz of concentrated study. Rob, appearing at the archway with a tray laden with sandwiches, announced his contribution to the day's efforts with a warm smile. "Since I couldn't assist with the bookwork, I thought I'd at least keep the researchers fed," he said, his voice carrying the comforting timbre of familial care.

"Thanks, Dad," Julia responded, her voice a mixture of gratitude and a touch of embarrassment as she shuffled papers around to make room for the food, surreptitiously concealing the more sensitive research materials from her father's unsuspecting gaze.

Rob's eyes swept over the trio, a smile of paternal pride playing on his lips as he witnessed their dedication. Dean, unable to resist the lure of a good sandwich, eagerly grabbed one, his actions bordering on comical in their haste.

Clearing his throat, Rob adopted a more conversational tone, "I'm off to the store for some dinner supplies," he announced casually, hands resting on his hips as if bracing for a light-hearted debate. "And I insist, you boys are staying over tonight. Julia's barely scratched the surface with what she's got to show you. For all I know, she's got an entire Encyclopedia Britannica of notes stashed away," he joked, affectionately ruffling Julia's hair, causing it to stand on end from the static. Julia, caught in the warmth of the moment, could only blush and smile, her heart swelling with love for her father.

Sam, always the diplomat, responded with a gentle sincerity that was characteristic of him. "Rob, that's incredibly generous of you, but we wouldn't want to overstay our welcome," he said, his voice infused with genuine concern for their imposition. He glanced at Dean, who was now trying to listen while simultaneously battling with the sandwich stuffed in his mouth, a silent plea for his brother to back him up.

Dean, momentarily pausing his enthusiastic eating, chimed in with his trademark blend of humor and charm. "Rob, you sure you know what you're signing up for here?" he quipped, a playful glint in his eye. "I mean, Sam's snoring could wake the dead, and I'm not exactly a light eater, as you can see." He gestured to the sandwich, now considerably diminished. "But if you're insisting, who are we to turn down such hospitality? Just prepare yourself for the full Winchester experience," Dean added, his tone light, yet laced with an underlying gratitude for the warmth and normalcy that Rob's invitation offered.Their focused discussion was interrupted by the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs. Rob appeared in the archway, his presence commanding yet affable. "I might not be of much use with the books, but I've prepared lunch downstairs. if you're all hungry," he announced with a warm smile.

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes, a gesture laden with affection and exasperation, as Dean's antics continued. Their banter was interrupted by Rob's voice, brimming with amusement and a touch of challenge. "No worries, boys. I've had my fair share of tussles with Winchesters in the past," he declared with a playful wink, signaling his departure with the soft clatter of keys and the closing of the front door.

The trio settled into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the sound of contented munching as they each enjoyed the sandwiches Rob had prepared. Julia, having claimed the last available seat beside Dean, quickly finished her meal and delved back into her research. She sifted through the piles of notes and books, determined to uncover any piece of information that could aid Sam and Dean in their quest.

As daylight began to wane, the boundaries between afternoon and evening blurred. Unnoticed by the trio, Rob returned, the soft sounds of dinner preparation echoing from the kitchen. In his absence, a seamless dynamic had formed among them: Sam, ever curious, peppered Julia with questions, while Dean contributed sporadically, often caught up in the fervor of Julia's animated explanations. Her hands danced through the air, accentuating her points with a flourish, her enthusiasm infectious.

The day's energy gradually dwindled, and the room fell into a serene quietude. Julia, now seated closer to Dean, was engrossed in an ancient tome, her fingers absentmindedly braiding a lock of her auburn hair as she concentrated. Dean watched, fascinated by the rhythmical dance of her fingers, the way they skillfully entwined her hair into a delicate braid only to gently unravel it moments later. A longing stirred within him to reach out, to brush her hair aside, to feel the softness of the braid beneath his fingertips. Yet, he restrained himself, his attention momentarily captured by the way Julia's hand paused, holding the braid in place, while the other turned the page, her focus unwavering. Dean's response was a wry smirk, his pen held lightly between his teeth, his arm casually resting on the back of Julia's chair, a silent observer to her studious fervour.

The evening had settled in fully now, the darkness outside pressing against the windows of the library. The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of scattered lamps, casting long shadows between the rows of books. Julia, seated at the table, wrapped in the cocoon of their research, suddenly shivered, her skin pebbling with goosebumps. Dean, his arm casually resting across the back of her chair, noticed the subtle shake of her shoulders and the way she pulled her arms close.

"Hey, you cold?" Dean's voice was a low murmur, a gentle note of concern threading through it as he leaned in slightly, his hand moving instinctively to rub warmth back into her arms.

Julia offered a small nod, her teeth capturing her bottom lip in a fleeting gesture of discomfort. "Yeah, just a bit. I'll go grab my cardigan," she replied, her voice a mix of gratitude and a self-deprecating chuckle for her own vulnerability to the chill.

With a helpful nudge, Dean slid Julia's chair back, giving her space to stand. She moved with a swift purpose across the room, her form briefly silhouetted against the windows that opened onto the back terrace. As she reached the bookshelf lined wall that seemed nothing more than an elegant feature of the library, she revealed its secret—a door concealed within the bookcases. She opened it, the shelves swinging away with silent grace, and slipped through into the room beyond.

Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the hidden passage, a flicker of astonishment crossing his face. "Sammy, check this out," he called out, a note of disbelief mixed with admiration in his voice, beckoning his brother to witness the unexpected twist in their surroundings.

A few heartbeats slipped by, the library humming with the quiet sound of ticking clocks and the soft rustling of pages. Then, the hidden door within the bookshelf swiveled open once more, and Julia stepped back into the library. She was now clad in a cozy red cardigan adorned with oversized brown buttons, her fingers lingering on the spine of a book as she gently nudged the secret door closed behind her.

When she turned, she was greeted by Sam and Dean, who were both staring at her with expressions of startled curiosity. Their eyes were wide, the sort of look that comes from boys who have seen countless wonders yet still find themselves surprised by new magic.

"What's wrong?" Julia asked, her voice tinged with amusement at their astonished faces.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, their shock melting into boyish intrigue. "Wrong?" Sam echoed, his tone light with excitement. "That was just—well, that was awesome."

Dean, ever the one to embrace the unexpected with a mixture of charm and bravado, couldn't hide his grin. "I mean, secret doors? Hidden rooms?" he said, stepping closer to where Julia stood. "This is like something straight out of a mystery novel. You got any more surprises hidden in this place?" His voice was a mix of jest and genuine wonder, as if the discovery of the secret passageway had added another layer of intrigue to Julia herself.

Julia's laughter, light and musical, filled the room as she watched Dean's and Sam's reactions. "No, it doesn't lead to Narnia," she said with a wink, "just to my bedroom. Want a quick tour?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached for a book spine, pulling it to swing the door open once again.

They were greeted by a short hallway, its walls lined with various framed pictures and memorabilia. Directly across from the secret door was a small walk-in closet, and to their right, a door hinted at a bathroom. Julia led them to the left, towards her bedroom.

With a gentle push, Julia's bedroom door creaked open, and Dean stepped through the threshold into a world that was unmistakably Julia's. The room was a cozy sanctuary, walls painted in a rich, warm hue, adorned with shelves teeming with books, their spines a rainbow of worn colours and titles. A lush array of plants breathed life into the space, their leaves spilling over shelves and hanging pots, framing the window that looked out into the night.

The bed, a solid wood frame, was draped with a thick, multi-coloured quilt that spilled over the sides, its pattern reminiscent of the vibrant cover art of classic rock albums. Beside it, a nightstand held a small lamp, casting a warm glow over the room, and beneath it, a stack of classic rock CDs leaned against an old radio, their presence an echo of tunes that had undoubtedly filled the room many times over.

Posters of rock legends like Led Zeppelin and The Rolling Stones graced the walls, their corners slightly curled from age, sharing space with intricate tapestries that softened the room with their texture. The scent of incense lingered faintly, mingling with the earthiness of the plants.

Dean took a moment to absorb the details, his eyes lingering on the details that spoke volumes about Julia's personality—a fusion of intellect, nature, and rock 'n' roll. "This is... pretty cool," Dean admitted, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might disturb the tranquility of the space. "You've got great taste in music," he added, nodding towards the CDs with a grin.

Julia's reply came out in a bit of a jumble, the words tumbling over each other in a charming tangle. "Oh, uh—thanks," she managed, a blush creeping into her cheeks. She was just about to delve into a conversation with Dean when her father's voice, calling from the library, cut through their moment.

Back in the library, Rob stood framed in the archway, the light from the lamps casting a welcoming glow around him. "Hey, dinner's on the table, folks. Time to take a break and eat," he called out with an easy smile.

Julia's eyes lit up, a playful grin spreading across her face. "I'm so ready to eat, I could probably finish off the whole kitchen!" she exclaimed, her stomach seconding the motion with a well-timed grumble.

They watched as Rob retreated down the stairs, his footsteps echoing gently. Once he was out of earshot, Julia turned back to Sam and Dean, her expression shifting to one of urgency. "You guys head on down. I need to stash these papers away—Dad can't see this stuff," she said, her hands swiftly gathering the scattered documents into the folder she had used earlier to conceal their more secretive research.

The descent to the kitchen was a welcome break from the intensity of their research. Rob had prepared a simple yet hearty meal, filling the kitchen with the inviting aromas of homemade cuisine. The group gathered around the table, engaging in light, easy conversation that offered a brief respite from the weight of their task. There were laughs, shared stories, and an air of camaraderie that made the meal feel like a gathering of old friends rather than a recent acquaintanceship born of necessity.

After dinner, Sam and Rob, deep in discussion, migrated back to the living room, leaving Julia to start clearing the dishes. Dean, noticing her effort, felt a pull to lend a hand. He approached the sink where she was filling it with soapy water.

"Hey, let me give you a hand with that. Wouldn’t be right to enjoy your dad’s cooking and not help with the cleanup," Dean offered with a charming grin, rolling up his sleeves in preparation.

Julia looked up at him, her smile reflecting both surprise and appreciation. "That sounds like a plan. You wash, and I’ll dry," she proposed, her tone light and friendly.

As Dean plunged his hands into the sudsy water, he glanced at Julia and found an opening for a lighter conversation. "So, Van Halen, huh? Didn’t take you for a fan of the classics," he remarked, picking up a plate to wash.

Julia, drying a dish, chuckled softly. "Oh, I have a pretty eclectic taste in music, but yeah, Van Halen's definitely on the list. My dad and I used to jam to their tracks when I was a kid. It's like a time capsule of good memories," she shared, her eyes lighting up at the reminiscence.

"Can’t beat the classics," Dean agreed, his movements in sync with hers as they fell into a comfortable rhythm. "Their music's got this timeless edge, kind of like this place," he added, nodding subtly to the surrounding kitchen.

As they continued their task, Julia stood beside Dean, their arms occasionally brushing against each other. Each accidental touch sent a subtle current through the air, a silent acknowledgement of the chemistry building between them. The conversation flowed naturally, punctuated by shared smiles and brief glances, creating an atmosphere that was as warm and inviting as the kitchen they stood in.

As they worked side by side, Dean noticed Julia's striking green eyes and long lashes, focused on drying a plate. He remembered a photograph he had seen earlier on the mantelpiece, featuring a younger version of the people present, including a woman with auburn curls similar to Julia's. "That picture on the mantle, with your dad and my folks, that was your mom, wasn't it?" Dean inquired, trying to connect the dots.

Julia's lips curved into a small, proud smile. "You've got a sharp eye, Winchester," she replied, her pace slowing a bit as she engaged in the conversation.

Dean, curious yet cautious, ventured further. "And your mom? Where is she now?" he asked gently.

Julia paused, her gaze drifting to the courtyard visible through the kitchen window. "She... she passed away when I was eight," she said, a hint of sorrow in her voice. Before Dean could respond, she added, "It was a car accident."

Dean felt a pang of empathy, knowing all too well the pain of losing a parent at a young age. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said softly, his tone sincere. "Sam and I, we lost our mom too when I was just a kid. It's tough, losing someone like that.”

Julia glanced at Dean, her expression softening. "I'm really sorry you went through that too, losing your mom," she said gently, her hand reaching out to touch his arm in a comforting gesture. Dean offered a small smile, trying to play it cool despite the flutter in his chest from her touch.

As they wrapped up the kitchen duties, Julia handed the last dried plate to Dean along with the towel to dry his hands. "Here, looks like you might need this," she said with a light laugh, breaking the solemn mood.

Dean chuckled, drying his hands. "Thanks. You know, talking about Van Halen earlier got me thinking. What's your take on Led Zeppelin?" he asked, shifting the conversation to a lighter note as they started moving toward the living room.

Julia lit up at the change of topic. "Led Zeppelin? Now we're talking. 'Stairway to Heaven' is a masterpiece, but 'Kashmir' always gets me," she responded enthusiastically.

"Ah, 'Kashmir', that's a solid choice. I'm more of a 'When the Levee Breaks' guy myself," Dean admitted, as they lingered in the hallway, neither in a hurry to end their one-on-one time.

As they finally stepped into the living room to rejoin Sam and Rob, Dean and Julia shared a look, their eyes locking in a moment that seemed to stretch, charged with an unspoken understanding. The brief, intense connection was broken as they merged into the group, but the spark between them lingered in the air.

As they emerged into the living room, Dean and Julia exchanged a glance, their eyes holding a silent conversation that needed no words. It was a fleeting moment of connection, yet it seemed to hang between them, a subtle charge in the air that neither of them quite wanted to let go of.

They slipped into the flow of the evening seamlessly, their presence fitting into the ongoing conversation as if they had never stepped away. Laughter and the rich timbre of shared stories filled the room, the passage of time marked only by the deepening night outside.

Eventually, Rob glanced at the clock, a look of mild surprise crossing his face. "Well, I'll be—time's flown by," he commented with a chuckle, shaking his head in mild disbelief.

Julia, who had been captivated by Dean's animated recounting of a particularly wild hunt, was pulled back to the present by her father's words. She covered a yawn with her hand, the late hour catching up to her. "Guess it's about time to crash," she said, her words tinged with humour and a tired smile playing on her lips.

Everyone rose from their seats, stretching and sharing satisfied smiles after a night of good company. "All right, gentlemen, follow me. I'll show you where you'll be bunking tonight," Rob said, giving Sam a friendly pat on the back as he led the way to the stairs.

They all ascended the stairs, the soft murmur of their footsteps a contrast to the laughter that had filled the room moments before. At the second-floor landing, Julia paused, turning to the brothers with a gentle smile. "Good night," she offered, her voice soft, echoing the sweetness of the evening they had shared.

With a wave, she disappeared around the corner into her room, leaving the brothers to continue their ascent. Reaching the third floor, Rob pointed down the hall. "Your rooms are right over there. Mine's just back this way if you need anything," he said, giving them a nod before retreating to his own space and closing the door with a quiet click.

Dean and Sam each chose a door, finding themselves in rooms that mirrored each other in their simple, understated elegance. Dean's room was marked by deep, forest green walls that exuded a serene, calming energy. The solid wood bed frame was dressed in linens of a matching green hue, and a knitted throw lay casually at the foot of the bed. A bedside table held a vintage lamp, its warm light inviting a sense of peace. A single, potted plant added a touch of life to the room, its leaves gently rustling in the night breeze that whispered through a slightly ajar window.

Dean set his bag down, taking in the room with an appreciative nod. "Not too shabby," he remarked to himself, a low whistle of approval escaping him. He glanced around, noting the lack of his usual motel-room amenities but also the unique charm of this place. "Gotta say, this beats the usual digs on the road," he mused aloud, even though only the walls could hear him. With a final glance at the room that felt unexpectedly like a home, Dean allowed himself a rare moment of relaxation before he prepared to call it a night.

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The morning light was a subtle intruder, sneaking through the narrow breach between the curtains, and it was the soft rapping at his door that finally stirred Dean from his slumber. The familiar cadence of a gentle knock, followed by a voice he was quickly growing fond of, coaxed him awake.

"Dean? You decent in there? I've got coffee," Julia's voice was soft but clear through the door, tinged with a laughter that hadn't quite bubbled to the surface.

"Yeah, come on in," Dean called back, his voice gruff with sleep but warm with invitation.

The door creaked open, and Julia peeked around it with caution, a visual check to save them both any embarrassment. Dean took in the sight of her, looking just as effortlessly charming as she had the day before. Her hair was swept up into a bun that defied the laws of gravity, and she was swathed in an oversized Van Halen t-shirt paired with flannel Batman pajama pants tucked into tube socks—one white, one grey—topped off with pink bunny slippers. It was an ensemble that Dean found unexpectedly endearing.

She tiptoed over to where he sat up in bed, the covers sliding to his waist to reveal the lean muscles of his torso. Julia's eyes briefly danced across his skin, the blush on her cheeks deepening, before she averted her gaze to the safety of the coffee mug. "Heard you might be hitting the road soon," she said, her eyes finding his again. "Figured you could use a caffeine kick to start your day."

Dean accepted the mug, the steam curling up to mingle with the stubble on his chin. He took a sip, the rich flavor hitting all the right notes. "Mmm, that's perfect. You're a lifesaver, Julia." He winked, the gesture softening the rugged lines of his face. "This is exactly what I needed.”

A bashful grin spread across Julia's face as Dean's wink sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. With a nervous little push of her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she began to retreat from the room.

"I–uh, I should..." she stammered, her words trailing off as her eyes inadvertently drifted back to Dean's uncovered chest. The close encounter with Dean's rugged appeal was unexpectedly disarming, and in a flustered haste to regain her composure, she moved to leave more quickly. "I've got to get ready for the day, so, see you out there," Julia rushed the words, nearly tripping over them as she made her swift exit, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Left alone in the quiet room, Dean couldn't help but let a self-satisfied smirk creep across his lips. There was something gratifying about this mutual, unspoken attraction, the way they both seemed to fumble a little in each other's presence. He took another sip of his coffee, the warmth of the brew a perfect echo of the heat that had risen in his cheeks from their exchange.

The aroma of sizzling bacon guided Dean down the staircase, the rich, inviting scent a herald of the morning's feast. As he entered the kitchen, he found Rob and Sam already embroiled in a hearty conversation. The absence of Julia was a silent note in the room, leaving Dean with an anticipation he wasn't fully willing to acknowledge.

"Morning," Rob greeted him with a friendly nod, serving up another portion of bacon onto a plate already heaping with eggs. "Hope the bed was comfortable."

Dean nodded, taking in the spread on the kitchen table. "Yeah, slept like a rock, thanks. You guys sure know how to make a guest feel at home," he replied, the corners of his mouth lifting in appreciation as he piled his own plate high with breakfast.

"You tuck in, Dean. Julia'll be joining us shortly," Rob assured him, the clatter of utensils against the plates punctuating his words.

Sam chimed in from across the table, his attention momentarily drifting from the conversation he was having with Rob. "Yeah, make yourself at home, Dean. We're not exactly in a rush this morning," he said, his own plate a more measured portion, indicative of his methodical nature.

The usual backdrop of Led Zeppelin was absent that morning, replaced by the low hum of familial chatter. The calm was pleasantly disrupted when Julia made her entrance, her presence as much a jolt to the room as caffeine. She was dressed in a pair of high-waisted denim flares that hugged her frame before flaring out dramatically past the knee, paired with a fitted ringer tee that featured a Styx band logo across the chest. Her hair was kept back with a simple headband, her scholarly glasses framing her bright eyes as she walked in with a bounce in her step.

"Morning," Julia greeted the room with a chipper tone, her voice infusing a burst of energy as she went about compiling her breakfast with a certain cheerfulness. She couldn't resist snagging an extra strip of bacon from the platter, biting into it with a satisfied grin as she took her seat.

"So, you boys thinking of hitting the road today?" Rob inquired, glancing over at the brothers as he took a sip of his coffee.

Sam leaned back in his chair, considering their schedule. "We've got a bit of a drive ahead of us, but we're in no hurry. Gonna enjoy breakfast first," he said, his tone easy and relaxed, indicative of their momentary respite from the road.

Dean, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying the pancakes and bacon before him, but from the moment Julia entered, his gaze intermittently drifted her way. Her casual, unassuming charm was a stark contrast to the intensity they shared earlier, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it, his eyes following her every move until she caught him looking and offered him a warm smile.

The remnants of breakfast lay scattered across the table—a testament to the good food and better company. Dean pushed his chair back, the wooden legs scraping gently against the floor, and gave Sam a firm pat on the back. "Alright, Sammy, time to hit the road," he announced, his voice carrying a slight edge of reluctance.

Rob nodded in understanding as they all moved towards the front door, the echoes of their morning together still hanging in the air. "Sounds like you boys have got places to be," Rob observed, a hint of a fatherly tone to his voice.

Standing in the entryway, Dean extended his hand to Rob, gripping it firmly. "Rob, you've been great. Thanks for the hospitality, and, you know, for not asking too many questions," he said with a half-grin.

Rob returned the handshake with equal firmness. "You fellas ever find yourselves back in this neck of the woods, you stop on by. We'll have ourselves a little catch-up over dinner," he replied, clapping Sam on the shoulder with a warm smile.

Before they could step out, Julia's voice cut in, "Oh shoot, wait up!" In a flurry of motion, she dashed upstairs, leaving Dean and Sam exchanging a puzzled look.

Moments later, Julia bounded back down with a folder in hand, which she eagerly extended to Dean. Their fingers brushed as he took it from her, a jolt of connection sparking between them at the touch. Julia's blush was immediate and vivid, her eyes darting away as she stepped back. "It was, uh, really nice meeting you," she said, her voice a mix of earnestness and nerves as she fumbled with her glasses.

Dean, holding the folder now, allowed his eyes to linger on hers a moment longer. "Julia, the pleasure was all mine," he said with that signature Winchester smirk, "And thanks for the intel—looks like we owe you one."

As they walked out onto the porch, Julia leaned against the doorway, her voice carrying down to where Dean stood by the sleek black Impala. "Don't forget, I get a ride in this beast next time!"

Dean turned, his smile as bright as the morning sun. "It's a deal, Juliet. I'll even let you pick the music," he called back, the promise hanging in the air like a vow.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Dean caught the amused yet exasperated expression on Sam's face. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" Sam said, the words light but pointed, a brotherly tease that carried all the history of their shared lives.

Dean just chuckled, sliding the key into the ignition. "Jealousy's not a good look on you, Sammy," he retorted, already looking forward to the road ahead—and the promise of returning.

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Months had slipped by since their last visit to the Blackburns, each day filled with the unrelenting rhythm of the hunt. Now, a new case on the East Coast presented the perfect opportunity to reconnect with their newfound allies. Remembering Julia's number, which he had wisely secured during their previous encounter, Sam turned down the volume of the rock anthem blaring through the Impala's speakers, much to Dean's chagrin, and dialled the number.

"Hey Julia, it's Sam," he spoke into the phone, his voice carrying a blend of professionalism and the warmth of a burgeoning friendship.

Dean's attention, previously focused on the road, sharpened at the mention of Julia's name. The memory of her – the wild auburn curls, the vivid green eyes, her eclectic taste in music, and her infectious passion for knowledge – had a way of occupying his thoughts in the quieter moments between hunts.

From his side of the phone, Sam's smile grew at whatever Julia was saying on the other end. "We're heading your way for a case and thought we'd call ahead before showing up at your doorstep," he said, only to be interrupted by Julia's response.

Chuckling softly, Sam replied, "Thanks, Julia. We appreciate it. See you in a few hours."

Dean, who had been following the conversation with increasing anticipation, couldn't contain his curiosity. "What'd she say?" he asked, his voice a mix of eagerness and an attempt at nonchalance.

Sam turned to Dean, a knowing look in his eyes. "She's invited us for dinner and offered to let us stay the night," he revealed.

Dean's eyebrows rose in surprise, a hint of excitement flashing across his features. "Well, that's unexpected. Guess we're having dinner at the Blackburns'," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Sam nodded, turning his gaze back to the road ahead. "Yeah, and it's good timing too. We could use a friendly place to crash, and it'll be nice to catch up with them. Especially after all the help they gave us."

Dean nodded in agreement, his mind already racing ahead to the evening. The prospect of seeing Julia again added an unexpected but not unwelcome dimension to their impromptu visit. As the Impala ate up the miles, the brothers settled into a comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts about the case ahead and the reunion to come.

Early afternoon had found Sam reaching out to Julia, the day still ripe with potential. But as the Impala cruised into Boston, the city was cloaked in the hues of a setting sun, casting long shadows and painting the skyline in shades of orange and purple. When they finally pulled up in front of the Blackburn residence, dusk was settling in, the day's light fading fast.

Stepping out of the car, the Winchester brothers approached the house, the familiar steps creaking slightly under their weight. Dean's gaze swept over the red-brick façade, noting how the warm glow of the setting sun played off the building's features. The once vibrant wisterias had transitioned into less leafy, more dormant vines, a testament to the changing seasons.

Reaching the front door, Dean moved ahead to knock, his hand raised. But as his knuckles made contact, he felt an unsettling give in the door. His eyes narrowed, observing the signs of forced entry—the door had been broken in.

Motioning for Sam to close in, Dean's hand instinctively went to the gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans, his movements swift and practiced. Sam, understanding the unspoken signal, mirrored his brother's caution, his own hand inching towards his weapon.

Together, they slipped into their well-rehearsed hunting stances, a silent dance of readiness honed by years of facing the unknown. With a gentle nudge, the door swung open, its creak breaking the eerie silence that enveloped the house.

Inside, the quiet was almost tangible, a heavy stillness that set every one of their trained senses on edge. Dean took a cautious step forward, his eyes scanning the dimly lit interior for any sign of movement, any hint of what might have transpired within these walls. Sam followed close behind, his gaze darting to the shadows that lurked in the corners of the entrance hall.

The familiar warmth and charm of the Blackburn residence now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a palpable sense of danger and the unknown. They moved forward, each step a blend of caution and readiness, prepared for whatever they might find.

Stealthily, the Winchester brothers made their way into the dimly lit interior of the Blackburn residence. The entry hallway, to their relief, seemed undisturbed, a calm front to the storm they feared lay within. They moved forward with practiced silence, every sense attuned to their surroundings.

Suddenly, a loud crash from the second floor shattered the stillness, jolting them into high alert. Exchanging a glance, they wordlessly agreed to investigate. With cautious steps, they ascended the stairs, each creak underfoot sounding thunderous in the eerie silence.

Reaching the second floor landing, they were greeted by the last remnants of dusk light streaming through the bay window. The scene that unfolded before them was one of chaos. The once meticulously organized room was now a landscape of destruction. Shelves had been toppled, their contents strewn across the floor in a wild disarray. Drawers and cupboards had been violently emptied, their innards scattered without care.

Amid the wreckage, they heard the sound of frustrated rustling. Dean, gun in hand but aimed safely at the ground, cautiously stepped further into the room. Peering around a corner, his gaze landed on a towering figure standing by the large window overlooking the terrace. The figure's build and presence were unmistakably those of Rob Blackburn.

"Rob?" Dean called out tentatively, his voice laced with a mix of concern and caution.

At the sound of his name, the dark form of Rob whirled around to face Dean. The warm, inviting eyes they had known were now an abyssal black, cold and unyielding. It was a jarring sight—their ally, transformed into something sinister.

As Dean stood there, staring at the unnaturally black eyes of the man they had come to know as an ally, a chilling thought cut through the tension: Where is Julia? Her safety suddenly became the most pressing concern in his mind, overshadowing even the immediate threat of the demon before them.

"Where's Julia?" Dean demanded, his voice firm, his weapon still pointed safely at the ground but his stance ready for any sudden moves. The question wasn't just a tactical one; it was personal, fueled by a concern that had grown deeper than he'd initially realized.

The demon inhabiting Rob's body let out a low, menacing chuckle, a sound that was all the more unsettling coming from Rob's familiar frame. "Worried about the girl, are we?" it taunted, its voice a twisted echo of Rob's.

Dean's jaw clenched, a mix of anger and worry flashing in his eyes. He exchanged a quick, meaningful glance with Sam. They both knew that finding Julia was now their top priority, but they also couldn't ignore the demon standing before them.

The situation had escalated beyond a simple hunt. It was personal, and the stakes were higher than ever. The brothers needed to navigate this carefully – one wrong move could put Julia in even more danger.

To be continued . . .

Chapter Three

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