#oc kid : bobbie winchester

[oceanmusings]

Kid Fics - Dean Winchester x Lori Holt

When I need some comfort, I typically write some domestic fluff for my oc's. So this is where you'll find any one-shot, series, headcanons, whatever I'm feeling that day!

So sit back, curl up with a blanket and drink, and enjoy <3

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[ Fluff - 🌸 | Angst - 🥀 | Favs - ⭐️ ]

One-Shot

Oliver | 🌸⭐️

summary : Dean has been having a hard time connecting with Oliver (4 years old) since Lori brought him into their lives. But when the kid has a nightmare, only Dean is there to help him.

Baby | 🌸

summary : Dean and Lori's 9 month old Daughter, Ellie, learns how to honk Baby.

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[spnexploration]

Brotherly Figures part 3

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

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Part 2 <- -> Part 4

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: The boys set their ground rules for Ava joining them.

Episode warnings: None

A/N: Bit of canon divergence here. I wanted John to still be alive so I had to set it in season 1, but I also wanted the opportunity of hanging out with Ellen and Jo at some point.

I awoke in a strange bed, opening my eyes to the empty motel room. I panicked briefly that the Winchesters had abandoned me, before noticing their belongings were still strewn around the room. Then I realised I could hear the low timbre of their voices, but couldn't make out the words, in amongst the noises of the road and birds. They must be standing outside talking.

I got out of bed and padded to the motel room door. I opened it a crack and saw the boys standing right outside. They stopped speaking when they saw me.

“If you're going to talk about me, you may as well do it in front of me,” I grumped at them. Dean scowled at me but they both traipsed back in.

“Alright, we have some conditions,” Dean began, “if you're serious about wanting to become a hunter.”

“I am.”

“The first one is that you don't see one speck of action until I say you're ready. You are going to have to train for this, just like we did.” I nodded.

“My condition,” Sam said, “is that you finish high school. You can enrol in distance education and I'll tutor you, but you are not throwing your entire future away.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sam is always serious about school,” Dean interjected, a touch of laughter in his voice.

“What the hell use is high school?” I glared at Sam.

“Well, for one it'll get you into college-”

“How many hunters go to college?!” I interrupted him.

“I did,” he countered, still calm despite my agitation. “And I'm going back to law school at some point. Secondly, hunting isn’t all about swinging knives and shooting salt. A significant portion is understanding lore, doing research, knowing how to critically read what's written. All skills you develop in high school.”

“Did you finish high school?” I asked Dean.

“I didn't drop out at 15,” he countered, arms crossed. “Besides, you want to travel with us you have to convince both of us. This is Sammy's hill and he's choosing to die on it.”

“You’re serious,” I said as I glanced between them, “I have to do high school in order to travel around literally killing monsters with you two?”

“Yes,” Sam said simply.

“Fiiiine,” I sassed. Sam smiled.

“Speaking of travelling around,” Dean started, “Sometimes, we're going to have to leave you behind. Especially in the beginning, but I can't promise you you'll always be able to come in the future, either.”

“So I just have to chill in the motel room?”

“Sometimes, yes. But when I say leave you behind, I mean we're going to drop you with some of our friends.”

“Who are these ‘friends’?” I said, apprehensive.

“Hunters and hunter supporters. We used to get dropped at Bobby's when we were your age too, and Ellen has a daughter a couple of years younger than Sam. We're not going to abandon you, kid.”

“You’re not going to take me if I say no, are you?” I said, much quieter and more hesitant than I had been when challenging Sam about school.

“No.”

I bit my lip.

“You'll be safe with them,” Sam said gently, reaching out to my hand and giving it a squeeze, correctly guessing the reason for my hesitation. “Promise.”

I nodded.

“Ok,” Dean said, “Here's the plan. Sam and I are going to finish this case. You,” he looked me straight in the eyes and pointed his finger at me, “are not going to leave this room. Once we're done, we're going to Bobby's.” I nodded meekly.

“What's our cover story if anyone does see Ava?” Sam asked.

Dean looked me up and down. “How is anyone going to buy two twenty-something year old men with a 15yo girl in their room?” he muttered. “We’re going to be arrested for child trafficking...”

“I could be your sister,” I said hesitantly.

“That could work,” Sam said. “We’ll need to all be up to speed on some details about each other in case we get questioned.” Dean and I nodded.

“It’s probably a good cover story for wherever we go,” Dean said. “If we're in a town being the FBI or whatever, then you can just be my sister. People who know us know that our Mum died when Sammy was a baby, so you'll have to be our half-sister from our Dad. Explains why no one has seen you before, too. But for the love of God, don't tell him you're our sister when we find him next.”

“Ok,” I agreed. “So, what do I need to know?”

We ran through our birth dates, putting them into our phone calendars. Dean was 26, Sam 22 and I had recently turned 15. We came up with a cover story for how I'd gotten in touch with them and started travelling around, and that my mother was dead.

“Alright, we're gonna head out and finish this case,” Dean threw me the remote to the TV, “Don't break anything, don't leave, and don't talk to anyone. Capiche?”

“I get it Dean, you've said it 30 times already.”

“We’ll bring you back some food later,” Sam said.

They left. I channel surfed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

 

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Bobby didn't seem that put out when Sam and Dean rocked up with me in the backseat. “Who's the kid?” he asked as we got out of the car.  

“Orphan,” Dean replied, at the same time as Sam said “Ava”.

“Need you to look out for her for us,” Dean continued, “get her started on her training.”

“You two idjits go on a recruiting drive?”

“It was not our idea,” Dean huffed.

“Let's get inside then,” Bobby said, turning to the house, “you can fill me in on the details later.”

Sam took me to a bedroom upstairs. I could hear Dean and Bobby talking about me in the kitchen, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Sam left me to put my things in the room and went to join the others.

The men were still talking when I came down the stairs, moving quietly so I could hear them.

“I'm jus’ worried you're going to do to her exactly what your Daddy did to you boys,” I heard Bobby say, “and she ain't going to thank you for it.”

“Believe me Bobby, I know,” Dean said.

“We’re going to do it differently, we're going to do it better,” Sam said. “Besides, it's us taking her in or her going out and getting herself killed trying to hunt things alone. You saw her face Dean, she's already in this life whether we help her or not.”

“So long as you're aware, is all I'm sayin’,” Bobby replied.

There was a small lull in the conversation so I made more noise on the stairs and walked in to the kitchen. Sam looked slightly guilty, perhaps thinking about the fact they'd just been talking about me, but the others had better poker faces.

“Welcome to the family, Ava,” Bobby said. “Guess you're going to be living wit’ me for a while.”

 

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Sam got my enrolment to a distance education provider set up, putting Bobby down as my guardian. He was nothing if not efficient, although I’d been hoping we could delay or even forget about enrolling in school. He found a bunch of grading tests and made me do them, so he could work out what level I was up to in each subject. Then he drew up a whole curriculum and timeline about what I needed to study between now and the end of the school year. He was worse than my teachers.

Dean was at least more fun. He took me out and set up tins on fence posts. He offered me a gun, “You ever shoot anything?” I shook my head.

Dean showed me the basics of the gun he had then got me to have a go. I finally got one of the tins on my 5th or 6th attempt, but I think it was a fluke. “Might be something you need to work on in between all that school work Sammy's devised,” he joked at me.

On my 4th day at Bobby's, Sam and Dean took me to one of Bobby's sheds. “You ever fight anyone?” Dean asked. I shook my head. “Guess Sammy gets to be your first then,” he smirked.

“What?” I asked, incredulous. “You want me to fight Sam? I've seen you two take down vampires with a flick of a wrist, not to mention he's twice my size! I can't fight Sam!”

“Relax kid, I'm not going to set him on you. We're just going to work on some introductory moves.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“But you are going to have to be able to fight him if you ever want to be let loose on monsters,” Dean said more seriously.

“Let's not freak her out just yet,” Sam interjected.

Dean ran us through a few key moves, getting me to block Sam’s attacks and try to escape him grabbing me. I felt clumsy and weak, and was panting and aching by the end of it. I was dispirited, clearly there was so much I just wasn’t cut out for in the life of a hunter.

“Hey,” Sam said to me, noticing my mood. “You're doing great. It's only early days. Dean and I have had a lifetime of this, you haven't even had a week.” I smiled weakly at him.

“It’s uh, it's also not too late to change your mind,” he said hesitantly. “We won't judge you if you want to pull out, we can take you back to your home town and your old school.”

“No!” I snapped.

“Ok, but just remember that the offer’s there.” We walked the rest of the way back to Bobby's kitchen in silence.

Back in the main house kitchen, Bobby approached me. “I found a local teen girls self-defence class,” he said. “Might be a good way to build up some skills, and make some friends your own age.”

“Oh, umm, ok,” I said, surprised he'd been looking. “Thanks.”

“You can't have an old geezer like me as the only person to talk to.”

 

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The next day the Winchesters left. And so my life shifted again.

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[bi-bard]

Birthday - Winchester Brothers Imagine [Supernatural]

Title: Birthday

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader (11)

Word Count: 943 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: [Season 4] A lot was already going on when Sam and Dean decided to take in a ten-year-old (Y/n). When the kid's birthday rolls around, the brothers go out of their way to ensure that (Y/n) knows that they weren't taking this commitment lightly.

Author's Note: I should write for all of my OCs more, but especially this one. I think about it a lot. So, as an apology for neglecting it, I wrote something cute.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE

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It had started with a casual question when the boys had first taken me in.

They had stopped at a motel during the drive from my childhood home to Bobby's place. That was when Sam asked about my birthday. I told him, but I didn't think that either one of them would remember. They both seemed busy at the time.

It wasn't until later that I would learn that both of them had committed that date to memory.

It was early. Really early.

I woke up to noise downstairs. Thumping of boots against the ground. The sound of the front door opening and closing. Muffled voices.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I pulled myself out of bed.

It wasn't until I made it to the living room that I saw what was happening.

The kitchen had been decorated. There was a banner across the entrance. There were a few balloons on the table. A gift bag was sitting next to it. Sam, Dean, and Bobby were muttering to each other next to the fridge, but I couldn't see what was in their hands.

"What's going on?"

The fridge door was quickly slammed shut and they all faced me.

"You're up early," Dean noted.

"I heard a lot of noise down here," I mumbled as I looked up at the banner over the entrance.

"Happy birthday," he added.

"You guys remembered?"

It was a heartbreaking thought to have at that age. That no one was going to think of you on your birthday. I knew that none of my friends were going to call, but knowing that my parents also weren't going to be there had left a pit of dread in my stomach.

"Of course, we did," he replied. "That's why we asked."

I just nodded.

"Come on. Sit down."

Dean kind of pushed me over to the table. Sam and Bobby followed close behind us both.

The gift bag was placed right in front of me after that.

In the short time I had known Dean, I had never seen him smile like that. It was like a kid in a toy store. Sam was smiling too, but his smile was being interrupted by moments spent chuckling at his older brother's giddiness.

I reached into the bag, pushing the tissue paper out of the way. On the very top was a journal. A nice one. Leather-bound with plenty of pages. I placed it on the table, running my finger along the cover's edge and the knot that was holding it closed.

"I thought you'd like it," Sam said. "You can use it for whatever. Dream journal, ideas, write down the stupid stuff Dean does so you remember it-"

"Keep opening," Dean cut his brother off.

"Thank you," I looked at Sam. "I really like it."

Sam's shoulders relaxed a bit as he nodded.

I reached into the bag again. Right under the notebook was a folded-up button-up shirt. When I pulled it out of the bag, Dean stood up to show off the same shirt.

"We're twins!"

Sam and Bobby both sighed and looked down for a moment. I just laughed.

"My gift's on the coffee table," Bobby spoke up after Dean finally sat down.

I nodded and walked out there. There was a box of some kind, tied together with some yellow ribbon. I'm assuming that it was what Bobby had in the house at the time.

I pulled the ribbon loose and opened the box. "Is this a knife?"

Sam and Dean's eyes snapped over to Bobby.

It was definitely a knife. A switchblade with a deep red handle. I turned it over a few times, watching the light from the window bounce off the blade. I carefully closed it.

Sam spoke up first, "You bought them a knife?"

"I thought eleven was a little young for a gun," Bobby shrugged. "They need something to defend themself with until we get 'em properly trained."

"We don't want 'em to train," Dean argued.

"Don't got much of a choice, it's gonna happen, Dean. Kid's part of the family now."

I put the knife down and ran over, hugging Bobby as soon as I got to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, kid," he muttered back.

I moved to hug Dean next, who seemed to immediately relax as I did so. And then, Sam. He grinned as he hugged me.

"Thank you, guys," I repeated as I stepped back.

"Well, day's not over yet," Dean said. "The three of us are going to have a nice day out. Sam and I aren't running off on any hunts or looking for any hunts. And then, at the end of the day, we're gonna come back here and have a great dinner. Then, cake. Don't look in the fridge, got it?"

"Got it," I nodded.

"Now, go get ready, got a long day planned."

I nodded again before going to run back upstairs.

I paused at the steps before running back to grab my gift bag with my new shirt and journal.

I think that was the first day that I thought about how lucky I was. All things considered, being with Sam and Dean may have been the best outcome. If it wasn't for them, I would be stuck with relatives I didn't know or in a foster care system with no one.

Here, I had someone. I had people that truly cared. I had a journal for notes and a stupid matching shirt. I mattered. I wasn't forgotten about or left to figure it all out on my own.

And that meant more to me than I would ever be able to explain.

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Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

gotta know everything about via! also u & me 🤝 winchester half-sister ocs ✨ via and jude should vibe. and via and kat can have curvy girl solidarity.

what’s her relationship like with the brothers and her dad? what about with bobby? what’s her favourite animal? does she accessorise her stuff (phones, laptop, etc)? what monster is she most and least afraid of? — @xoteajays

AHHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BABY, TJ!!! I am also gonna tag @endless-oc-creations and @aceyanaheim since they also asked about Via’s relationship with her brothers, and @goldheartedchaoticdisaster and @ginevrastilinski-ocs because I know they love my girl. <3

Her relationship with her brothers:

Via’s relationship with Sam is actually pretty sweet, considering that they didn’t even meet until Via was fifteen and that first meeting was the first time Sam had even been made aware that she existed. It’s a bit awkward at first, sure, but they bond pretty quickly over being Certified John Winchester Haters, and even though Via isn’t very good at research or the more academic parts of hunting, she’s very fascinated by it and is always willing to listen to Sam’s rambling. They also get to bond later on over being Winchester siblings with inhuman powers (or magic, in Via’s case), and overall their relationship is just really sweet and awesome siblings.

Her relationship with Dean is… a lot more complicated than with Sam. They’ve known each other for several years longer than Via and Sam have, but since, as I said, Via absolutely hates John and can’t understand how blind Dean’s faith in him is, and Dean sees Via as being ungrateful that John took her in and taught her something as noble as being a hunter, so they get into a lot of arguments. They definitely get better about that, though, as Dean slowly starts to see John for who he really is, and even when they didn’t get along they would have done anything and given their lives to protect each other - after all, Via is Dean’s baby sister and Dean is Via’s big brother who was her only source of comfort during the darker days after John took her in, and at the end of the day that’s just how Winchester siblings work. (Plus, they eventually get to bond over being in love with angels, and Via’s the one who eventually helps Dean to realize and accept that he’s bi, so while their dynamic is sweet in a totally different way than her and Sam’s is, it is still sweet.)

Her relationship with her dad:

Oh ho ho. When I tell you that Olivia Winchester hates John Winchester with every fibre of her being, I am not kidding. She didn’t hate him from the first moment they met, certainly, but she didn’t exactly ever love him - she wasn’t sure what to make of him when he first picked her up, not understanding why he had never tried to seek her before if he had known she existed. And then he pretty much immediately tells her all about the supernatural existing and starts her training as a hunter, and as soon as she realizes that he and Dean aren’t just crazy, all that confusion turns into resentment, which then turns into hatred. She hates that John cares so little about her mother, so little that he doesn’t even remember her last name when Anne cared enough to give her daughter his last name, and she hates that he forced his children to become his little soliders rather than letting them have a normal childhood (a hatred which only grows when they meet Adam and she learns that he got to live normally), so much that she only ever refers to him as John, never Dad, and only sometimes sir through gritted teeth when he forces it out of her. John, in turn, thinks she’s a defiant, ungrateful little shit and strongly regrets ever taking her in… so, yeah, their relationship isn’t great.

Her relationship with Bobby:

Oh, you mean the guy she wishes was her dad? And who also wishes he was her dad? Yeah, she and Bobby really love each other. They first met shortly after John took Via in, when he dropped her off at Bobby’s house because he was going off on a hunt with Dean and she wasn’t ready to go along with them yet. From the very first moment Bobby laid eyes on that skinny little girl with bags under her eyes from all the nightmares she’d been having, he swore that he would always protect her, even as she got older and sassier and more capable of protecting herself. They tend to trade sarcastic, witty banter back and forth whenever they meet up, and sometimes they really do annoy each other, but Via would still go to Bobby’s house whenever John sent her away for annoying him, and she associates the taste of the shitty dollar-store tea he bought just for her with warmth and love, and they’re both the only person besides the boys (and, later, El) that the other will accept hugs from. Just like with Sam and Dean, Bobby is Via’s dad, no matter what DNA they both have and no matter if either of them ever acknowledge it. (Which they do, anyway. Once or twice Via’s even done it in front of John, both because it’s true and to watch the vein pop out in his forehead.)

Her favorite animal:

Oh, Via loves bats. They are her absolute favorite things ever, besides her sawed-off, and she would very much keep one for a pet if it was safe and allowed. She thinks it’s super cool that they’re the only mammals that can fly and the only flying creatures with thumbs, and besides that, she just thinks they’re the most adorable little guys ever. Dean thinks she’s weird for it and Sam very seriously worries that she’s going to try to pet one one day and have to get a rabies shot, but she’s never going to let that stop her.

Does she accessorize:

Listen. Via is totally a stickers girl in a life that does not very often allow for stickers. She loves them, especially the cool personally designed Etsy ones with Vine quotes and stuff on them, and she’ll buy ones that catch her eye at truck stops and gas stations when she can, but she doesn’t really own a lot that she would be able to decorate with them. Sam does let her put a few that he approves of on his laptop, though, and eventually after she comes out to her brothers, Dean pays someone to sew a lesbian flag patch onto her favorite denim jacket for her birthday. So she does get some opportunities to accessorize, even if it’s not as often as she’d like.

What monster she’s most afraid of:

Very definitely vampires. For as much as she makes a bunch of Dracula jokes whenever they go up against some, it really scares Via that these blood-suckers are so vicious and that there are so few ways to kill them, and that you have to actually get up close to cut their heads off most of the time, which she hates.

What monster she’s least afraid of:

Probably ghosts, although that still depends on the type of ghost and how angry a spirit they are. Mostly, though, they’re pretty easy to deal with and can’t cause too much physical harm, so Via’s usually relieved when they get a ghost case because it’s something of a break from all the shit they usually have to deal with.

Again, thanks so much for asking about my girl!! It means a lot. <3 <3

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Childhood Crush

Summary; Dean Winchester x Fe!OC -> Dean and Zoey grew up together, they lived across from one another when they were children and their dad's hunted together. But when time begins to move on, and they begin to see each other over and over and over again, will something grow from what they once knew?

Warning; FLUFF, spn hunts, spn level violence, fade to smut, love, swearing, long fic etc.

Dean and Zoey had known each other since they were 2 years old. Of course, she had only been a baby at the time, but same difference.

They lived directly across the street, Dean's bedroom window looked directly across from Zoey's nursery. And, as they both grew up, every night Dean would get out of his bed once Mary and John had tucked him in. Dean would crawl off his bed and kneel on his window bench, open his curtains a little and wave. Zoey couldn't see him, but he did it anyway.

Except, when he was four and she was two...everything changed. John roped Michael - Zoey's dad - into helping him. Both of the men had a fansination with hunting.

The years that followed, Zoey would stay home with her mom until Mike deemed her old enough to come with them. But, even from a young age, she knew that there had to be something better than this. Something better than watching Dean raise Sam, better than watching both boys learn how to handle weapons rather than learn how to solve 5th grade math. Better than...this life. Hunting.

However, as much as she cared for the boys, there was something that always made her closer to Sam. They understood one another. They had their love for school and a normal life in common. Whereas, Zoey and Dean...well...they butted heads more than they got along.

It had started from a young age. How to clean weapons. Who was better in the Scooby-Gang. What life was better.

But there were two key moments both could remember where everything came to a head. The first was when she was 14 and he was 16.

John and Mike had gone out on another hunt and with Zoey's mom out of the country for a business meeting, it meant all three kids were staying at Bobby's.

"And Dean will be training you."

"Training me? Why does he have to train me? I don't need training."

"Yes, you do. And Dean's the best."

Meanwhile, John was giving the same talk to Dean. But rather than talking back, all Dean said was, "Yes, Sir."

But once they finally left, Dean would come to regret underestermating her and everything that he'd known about her.

Bobby watched from the kitchen window, fixing up some grub for them to eat for the night. Sam was sat in the living room with his english homework writing up an essay to do Gullivers Travels.

Every now and again, he looked up to see Dean and Zoey talking. Well, more like...arguing calmly. But after twenty minutes, Bobby cursed loudly, dropped the plate into the kitchen sink and ran outside.

Zoey had been sparring with Dean when all of a sudden, Dean got into a readied stance and Zoey shocked him by running up the side of a car, jumping over his shoulders and within a few moments found himself on the ground with Zoey stood above him, his arm twisted and her foot on his chest.

"Boy, are you okay?" Bobby asked as Zoey eventually let him go. She had to walk away, her rage still rattling her. Bobby helped Dean up from the ground who was just as shocked, if not more, than Bobby.

"What the hell was that?" Bobby asked, turning to look at her.

"That was sparring."

"No, that was nearly killing Dean!"

Zoey looked from Bobby to Dean, making a point of repeating his words back to him. "What? I thought he could handle my 'girly' fighting. Besides, isn't what this is meant to be? Us learning how to defend ourselves against those things out there? Because apparently school work isn't as important."

There was a hammered silence between the three of them. Zoey looked down with her hand on her hips, taking in deep breaths before she finally looked up. "I'm gonna go help Sam with his homework."

Once she was out of ear shot and inside the house, Bobby looked back to Dean and checked him over. He had a small cut on his forehead from where she'd cut him or where he'd fell and cut himself. Zoey had done everything so fast, Dean just really dropped to the floor without any warning.

"I've got a kit upstairs. You know where it is. Go and clean it. Did you know she had that in her?"

Dean just shook his head but soon regretted it because only now did he realise the ammount of pressure that was inside his head.

"No. I didn't even know she could punch as hard as she did."

"She punched you?" Bobby hadn't seen that part.

Dean had to let out a chuckle. If he didn't, he wondered if he might actually cry. "Yeah, earlier. I told her to take a swing at me."

"Did you try and stop it?"

Dean just shrugged at Bobby's question. But he wasn't asking it out of worry, he was asking it because he didn't think Dean was that dumb.

"What? I've never seen her punch anything before. I didn't know she knew how to fight! You didn't!"

"Alright, get inside. Grub's almost done." And as Dean walked away, all Bobby could do was remove his cap, fix his hair before replacing the cap on his head, shake his head and mumble. "Kids."

The second time everything came to a head and when Dean and Zoey came very close to killing one another was when he was 17 and she was only 15.

Zoey had voulenteered to go with Mike and John on the hunting trip. She was done with her mid-terms and Sam had been begging her to go and, if she didn't feel anything else towards his older brother, she would have wanted to go just to see him.

Zoey sometimes wondered if she did harbour a crush on Dean Winchester but then he'd do something that would make her want to kill him, or punch him, or...she didn't know. Embarrass him in front of the girls at school so maybe he'd actually listen to her.

Dean had a habit of that. Not listening to her.

One day, Mike and John had decided to take the kids into the woods to 'train' them again. It was fucked up to Zoey, and secretly to Dean. Dean was okay with doing it himself, but John making Sam do it? Mike roping Zoey into it? No. Absolutley Not.

They'd set up different traps and senarios for them to go around to make sure they could defend themselves in the best way possible.

They were soldiers getting ready for battle.

Zoey and Dean found themselves together on a team. Mike on his own and Sam and John together. It was the first time Dean had actually seen a smile on Sam and John's face in a long time. And they were smiling together. That made Dean feel happier than ever.

But, as they got around, Zoey and Dean found themselves cornered. Or lost. They didn't really know.

"We're lost." Zoey called out to Dean as she looked around but he just shushed her.

"What? It's not like they can hear us. This is probably apart of it. Get lost in the woods and find your way out and back home safely."

Dean shushed her again. Zoey just rolled her eyes.

"I can see you doing that."

"You're not even looking at me."

"But I can feel you doing it."

"That's not the same as seeing it. To actually see it, you have to be looking at me when I do it, Smart-Ass. And you weren't doing either."

"Would you just shut up for a second? Wait! What was that?" A branch broke.

Dean moved a step more.

Another one broke.

"I think they're out here."

Zoey stood back and watched him, "Seriously?" she asked herself and rolled her eyes again before calling out; "That you, you idiot!"

Dean looked down and behind him. "Oh."

Zoey now marched towards him. "Yeah, 'oh'. Come on, the motel's back this way."

"No it's not." Dean argued. "We came from the south."

"No, we came from the west."

"We came from the south. That's south." Dean said, pointing it its direction.

They were face to face with one another now, Dean towering over her slightly.

"No. That's East. That's South. And that's West. We came from the west." Zoey corrected him.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." Zoey replied copying his tone. "You want me to make you a compass so you can see?"

Dean stared at her for a few moments before heading off in his direction.

"Where the hell are you going?!"

"Back to the motel!"

"You're going the wrong way! And they said not to split up!"

"You're welcome to join me!" Dean called back out, not looking back.

Zoey remained quiet for a second watching him walk away. He was going the wrong way and usually she would have left him but Sam would kill her if she did. So, with a loud groan, she followed him.

Dean heard her as she hurried to catch up, smirking to himself.

"You can wipe that stupid smirk off your face, while your at it."

"To see it, you have to actually be looking at me!" Dean called to her.

"Don't quote me to me. And, actually, I can see it. Every time you do that smirk of yours, it somehow makes its way into your walk."

Dean dropped the smirk and grumbled under his breath; "Smart-Ass."

"I heard that!"

It was a few months after that when all hell broke loose.

Dean was sat at the motel room table cleaning their weapons whilst herself and Sam were sat on one of the beds and she was helping him with his math homework.

"But how?!" was mostly Sam's reaction when it came to the answers. So she would go back and explain it again, and again, and again until he finally understood it.

Meanwhile, John and Mike were discussing the next case before John got annoyed and raised his voice turning to his son and Zoey.

"You don't even need that! What you need to be doing is research!"

Zoey, before realising she'd even spoken, spoke out in a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, because that's true."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"What's that meant to mean?" John asked her.

Zoey looked between John, Dean, her father and then Sam before back to John. She'd been harbouring these words for a long time. Maybe it was about time someone told him what for.

"Okay." Zoey sat up, placing her pen down and her feet on the floor. "I don't believe your research, the stuff you want Sam to do, is what he should be doing."

"And why not?"

"Because he deserves a life outside of all of this!" Zoey said with a small scoff.

"Listen here, Lady-"

No time like the present.

Zoey quickly stood up before John could finish. "No. You listen. You drag these boys around the whole fucking country their whole lives. No stability. No hope. Just plain, brutal killing. That's it. No family. No care. No love. No Life! You expect them to know everything before they've already done it and you expect the best!"

"As I should-"

"You expect them to be the best Hunters. Not students. Not kids. Not men. Hunters. Soldiers. Soldiers for your own sick and twisted crusade of finding the thing that killed your wife!"

John now stood. "Don't you dare-"

"Talk about Mary?" Zoey asked. "Why? Why should I? We all knew her didn't we? She's their mother! She was your wife! She was his best-friend. She was my mom's best-friend. Why shouldn't we talk about her? She's what this is all about, isn't she? She's why you do this, isn't it? Why you drag Sam and Dean from school to school, from hunt to hunt, with not a care whether you live or die. Whether they live or die! Because if you pulled your head out of your ass-"

"Zoey!" Mike scolded. But there was no stopping her.

"Because if you pulled your head out of your ass for just two fucking seconds, you'd realise that this isn't what Mary would have wanted for her boys! Right now! Right now Dean should be thinking about college or work-"

"He is working!"

"He's cleaning weapons! Guns! Something he's been doing since he was 7 years old. And that's only if he's not raising Sam because you can't be bothered to even look at your son's as son's rather that soldiers!"

Dean now stood up, annoyed, angry and frustrated. But at who? He didn't really know.

"Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm not here! And who said I even wanted to go to college?"

Zoey now looked at him, directly. "Yeah, but should at least get the choice."

After a quick second of silence that felt like it lasted a life time, she looked back to John and Mike.

"You both sit there, day in, day out, solving other people's issues because you can't fix your own. Right now, Sam should be in a bedroom, with a desk, worrying over his math homework there. Not in here being surrounded by crime scene photos that have been illegally obtained. I understand you think that there is a point to this, that you think that by putting yourself in danger that you're protecting others but did you ever think, just for two seconds, about the people you should be protecting? About who should come first in your life?" Zoey was now moving around the room, unable to remain still. She was too angry. Too enraged.

"You have a family." Zoey told John before looking to her own father. "You both do."

That hit home.

"What you should be doing is protecting your children, your families. You should be thinking that you have someone to come home to and if something happen to you, that there are people who would be lost without you. And I'm sorry, but none of this should be happening! God, you say that you're doing this to avenge your wife but in fact it's nothing more than an excuse to take your anger out on your children for being the ones that lived. Taking your anger out on other people because they weren't hurt. I'm sorry John, but Mary wouldn't want this! And you finding this Demon won't bring her back! She'd dead, John and maybe it's about time you accepted that!"

However, just as Zoey finished, she found herself in Dean's hands as he dragged her back and was about to pin her to the wall only, a roar ripped out from John and Mike and, sort of, Sam since Zoey wasn't about to be the one on the wall.

Instead, Zoey was dragged back but quickly flipped the control and Dean, shockingly, found himself as the one trapped.

Both were breathing heavily and deeply. Zoey's voice became calmer as she looked Dean in the eyes. His body language said he was angry. He was ridged. Stern. But his eyes. Zoey could see the truth.

He was hurting. He was breaking.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. No kid should ever have to go through what you and Sam did. But this isn't right. You and I both know it." The pair kept their gazes on one another and she felt Dean's body under her arms relax a little, so she did the same in return.

"Mary's death was an accident. Or maybe it was fate. But it couldn't be prevented. And I know that's what you think this is. Hunting: Preventing other accidents. But the truth is, when time is up, it's up. You can't stop it. You can't slow it down. It hurts but you can't just alter the world with a click of your fingers or a shot of your gun. Sometimes things happen and we have no power or control over it and letting others try and beat it out of us to say that you can...it won't work. It doesn't work." Slowly, Zoey let Dean go and stepped back.

The entire room was silent. No-one moved. No-one said a word. Not even John.

After holding Dean's gaze and seeing the truth in his eyes, Zoey turned to look at her father.

"You finish this hunt and finish all together and come home, or you don't come home at all." Zoey told him, her gaze locked on his eyes. There wasn't a raise in her voice. She was steady. Ready. She'd accepted what she had to do and it was his choice, but either way she was ready. Zoey was ready to either hold on to him or let go. It was his choice.

"I've see the fear in mom's eyes every time the phone rings. I'm not going to be apart of that fear. I'm going home. I'll either see you there or we say goodbye now and I tell mom that your not coming home. That way, she can move on and not live in fear anymore." Zoey explained. "You took vows to protect her and any children you'd have together. Are you going to break them?"

There was that silence again.

"Okay, then."

Zoey moved over towards the bed and pulled her bag out from under the bed, packed the last of her books into the bag, grabbed her jacket and swung the bag strap over her shoulder.

Zoey made it to the door, opening it up when Sam stood up. "Wait!"

Zoey looked back and was greeted with Sam's body colliding into hers, hugging her tightly. She smiled, kinda sadly, and hugged him back just as tight.

"Please don't go." Sam whispered.

"I'll be seeing you." Zoey smiled at him. The only people close enought to see her eyes were Sam and Dean.

Dean didn't move from his spot but they made eye contact as Sam stood back from the door to let her go. Zoey gave a sad smile towards Dean and a small nod before it dropped as she looked to John and Mike.

And without another look, she grabbed hold of the door handle and closed the motel door behind her. She caught a Greyhound 40 minutes later and was on her way home.

After a week, Mike decided to go home. Hunting wasn't worth loosing his wife and daughter. Zoey had made her point and she wouldn't have to make it again, ever.

John understood but cursed him out all the same. That night Mike drive home and arrived back at 7 in the morning the next day. Zoey looked at him and after a few nervous seconds on his end, she rushed to him and hugged him.

Over the years, Sam and Zoey kept in touch but with John always being by Dean's side and making a point that they should never talk to them again, Sam never told anyone.

Zoey passed her exams and headed off to college, eventually graduating as a certified Vet.

But, even by the time Sam left Dean and John to go to college, he didn't see Zoey.

Yet, Dean did.

It was about a year into Sam being at college and Dean was on his own hunt. A couple of spirits possessing a few bodies around down.

Only, with the spirits he'd miscounted, he had a job on his hands.

It was the dead of night when Dean finally broke into the family funeral-home thing and after about an hour, the attacks started coming but just as he finally, maybe, found the thing that was tying them to the world since their bodies had be cremated, a spirit come to attack him and just as they were about to throw a marble slab into his face, a match was struck and the spirts all appeared and bust into flames.

Behind the real flames, Dean saw a face he recognised. It was a little older but still held the same beauty and anger as he'd know before.

"That's the last time I save your ass, Winchester."

Zoey said no more and walked outside. Dean was quick to scramble to his feet and follow after her.

"What- Why are you here?"

"I live here."

"In...Applewood Cemetary?"

Zoey looked back to him with her eyebrow raised and rolled her eyes. "In town, idiot."

"Did you follow me here?"

"I did. Spotted you coming out of the computer room in the library. Gathered you were looking into the deaths."

"You knew there was a case here?" Dean asked. "Did you even think about checking it out?"

"I have a day job, Dean." Zoey sighed. "That I also do night-shifts on. I have others to look after, Dean."

"Not once-"

Zoey zipped around to look at him. "You could just say 'Thank you' and we can part way again."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because I'd rather not be accused of murder. Also, Sam would kill me if I let you die." Zoey pulled out her car keys and unlocked her car.

"You still speak to Sam?"

"Yeah. Heard about how it went down. Sorry." Zoey said before getting into her car. "But, you should call him. He misses you."

"He could always call me, too."

Zoey rolled her eyes and got into her car, rolling down the window before starting the engine. "You're both too stubborn for your own good. Call Sam! It will be good for both of you!" Zoey called out to him before pulling out of the cemetary and heading home.

Dean stayed in town an extra night, watching as people came in and out of the Vet practice across the street. They looked happy. Zoey...Zoey looked happy.

Dean looked to his phone again, Sams contact bright on the screen. Maybe he should listen to her for once. She had always been complaining that he never listen to her when she should.

But as he went to call Sam, his phone screen flashed.

Dad.

Maybe listening to Zoey for once would have to wait.

And he did. For another few years.

The world had almost ended 50 times over by the time Dean saw Zoey again. They'd gone from moving around motels to finally finding the Bunker.

It had been pretty quiet recently, going back to their Moster-of-The-Week hunts. And they had to admit...they'd missed it.

But it was one Tuesday morning when Dean was going filling up Baby's engine and spotted someone from the corner of his eye.

He had just been looking around, wondering if anyone was watching him. He couldn't be too careful. That was when he saw a woman. She was a few years older now, but still as beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail whilst she wore green scrubs and running trainers on her feet.

She had rushed into the gas n' sip, smiling at the person who held the door open for her. "Thank you."

Dean watched as she rushed inside and grabbed a sandwhich from the back fridges, a couple bags of chips and finally a drink before paying at the counter, running back across the street where she narrowly avoided being run over -- so many times she'd stopped Sam, and Dean, from doing the same thing when they were younger. Dean watched then as she ran inside a clinc style building.

She had a practice in Witchita? 20 minutes from the bunker?

Moments later, Dean pulled up outside the Bunker and rushed inside.

"You'll never guess who I've just seen." Dean began, seeing Sam sat in the Map Room on his laptop.

"Amy Adams?"

Dean placed the plastic gas n' sip bag on the table, unloading the food. "Zoey."

Sam looked up. "Zoey? Wait- Zoey-Zoey? Our Zoey?"

Dean nodded. "She's working at a practice in Witchita."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded again. "The lady at the counter said she came into town a few weeks ago."

"Do you know where she's staying?"

"No. My guess is in the motel down the street."

"Should we...I don't know...check in on her? I mean, we haven't seen her since...since I was, what? 18?"

Dean had never told Sam that he'd seen Zoey after he was 17 and when she saved his life. Now, he didn't know why. It just never really came up.

"I mean...we could try? But I doubt she'd want to see us again."

"Why?"

"Do you seriously not remember how it ended?" Dean questioned his brother. "She was tearing a new one into dad and then she nearly beat my ass to the ground again before she left. She looks happy, Sam."

"I say we go and see how she's doing."

"I can tell you how she's doing. She's happy."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, come on. It's not like we're dragging her back into the game or asking for her help. We want to see her."

"We do?"

"I do." Sam said. "Do you?"

Dean didn't answer right away. Did he want to see her? He hadn't thought about for in a long time and then today he saw her and...

"Fine."

And with that, they were driving around town looking for her motel. Sam went into the practice just before it shut, asking for Zoey but the girl at the reception desk said they'd just missed her but she would be back in the morning.

But, eventually, they found her motel.

"There's got to be reason she's here." Dean whispered under his breath.

"There is." Sam smiled, looking up from the laptop on his lap. "She's got her own practice here, man."

"But don't you find it...I don't know...freaky. We don't see her for years and then suddenly, she'd in the exact same town we are, no more than a 20 minute walk from the Bunker?"

Sam just smiled. "No, Dean. I don't find it freaky. It's just a fluke. Look."

Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see. "She's a renound vet. All her clients love her and so do their owners. She's got her own practice in five different states. This one is her new one. Maybe it's just fate."

"Do you not remember the last time we dealed with fate? She tried to kill us!"

"Fate tried to kill you?"

Dean, slightly embarrassingly, let out a small scream as he heard a voice from behind him. Both of the brothers had jumped and turned around to find Zoey, leaning down and looking into the car.

"Zoey." Sam said with a smile of relief.

"Hi, Sam." She smiled back before looking at Dean. "Fate tried to kill you?"

"Yes." Dean answered. "But an Angel saved us." Dean answered honestly and quickly before he looked around Zoey and found that she and they were the only ones in the parking lot. "Wait. How long have you been watching us?"

Zoey looked to her watch, estimating. "About half an hour. I was in the diner across the street when I heard your car. I've got grub if you want some. I'll be inside."

Without another word, Zoey stood up and walking into her motel room, leaving the door open for the brothers. Only, they were a little slow catching on.

So, standing in the open door way, Zoey held up a bag of food. "It's getting cold! You can either sit out their and freeze your asses off or you can come in! It's your choice!"

"Alright, alright. We're coming."

By the time they made it inside, Dean shutting the door behind them, Sam and Zoey were already hugging.

"God, you're so tall."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled awkwardly. "I kinda shot up after you left."

"I think that's an understatement." Zoey joked. "Food's on the table. I got your usual order. Chicken burger and a side salad. Got your's too, Dean." Zoey held it up. "Double bacon cheeseburger, extra onions."

"You remembered our orders?" Sam asked.

"Figured you'd both be hungry."

"How've you been?" Dean asked.

"I've been good. I heard about your dad...I'm sorry."

Dean nodded but Sam answered for him. "Thanks."

"I heard through the grape vine that you boys nearly ended the world and then fixed it again so...thank you for that." Zoey was unpacking some of her groceries into the mini fridge.

"You're welcome." Sam said just before Dean asked; "How'd you find out about that?"

As Zoey finished cleaning up the side, she turned around with a sigh and folded up the dish towel.

"After dad came back...it wasn't long until he went back out again. Just a couple of investigations here and there but he went back to it. I yelled at him. Mom yelled at him. He yelled at us. Mom kicked him out. I saw him at my graduation and he said he wanted to see me. He missed having his family. I told him it was too late. Over the years, a couple things came up and other hunters came to deal with them. Then, I got a call. Windigo attack. DOA. So, they brought him home. He had a Hunter's funeral. Bobby called me. He gave his condolances, I asked about you two. He said that you two sons-of-bitches were being a pain in his ass."

Dean chuckled. "That was Bobby for you."

Zoey smiled. "He updated me on everything and would call to check in with me once in a while."

"He never told us that."

Zoey nodded. "But he told be all about you two. Also, do you two ever stop to live?!"

Oh, boy.

"I understand him not listening to me," Zoey began pointing to Dean. "But you, Sam? Seriously?"

"Okay, okay. You may have a point."

"Oh, I have a million of them."

"But we're alive right now. Look. See."

The conversation soon turned to something else. Zoey told them all about her practice and could see Dean was still weary about the fact that she suddenly turned up in the same town as them.

They told her about everything else. About Lucifer and Michael. About meeting their Grandfather and how they're legacies. The whole story.

"Why are you living here anyway?" Dean asked, looking around. "If I remember correctly, you use to say we all needed a proper home."

Zoey nodded. "I've been looking but none of the houses are right for me. Even apartments. I went to look at one last week, the plumming was done so the toilet was in the middle of the master bedroom and that the electrics in the living room switch the oven on in the kitchen. Another, I'd be living in between a crazy cat lady and a guy who hangs outside his neighbours door, upside down. And don't even get me started on the upstairs neighbour."

"What if you lived with us?" Sam asked before looking to Dean. "I mean, you wouldn't have to pay. The place runs on magic as it is. It's warm and you wouldn't even have to have neighbours if you didn't want. There's like 50 rooms. An entire library, and we're usually away hunting. And it's warded so no-one can get in. You'd be safe. At least until you find a place you like?"

Zoey was surprised. She looked to Dean who seemed to agree with Sam. Why not? The Bunker was nice place, she'd be safe, she was just down the road from her practice and she wouldn't be living in a motel for the next year and a half.

It took some convincing but eventually Zoey agreed. It would just be like old times. Except, with less of the training and less of the whole out-of-fashion-even-for-the-70s vibe.

In the months that followed, everything ran pretty smoothly. Sam and Dean still continued on as they did, except when they came back from a hunt they actually had someone who knew how to do stitches and avoid infection.

Sometimes, like usual, Zoey would scold the both of them for getting hurt or not listening to her. She knew the lives they led meant that the chances of getting hurt were slim to non, but they could at least try.

Zoey walked to work every day and if she got back before the boys, she'd cook or if they were back before her, they would, well...Dean would.

Sam typically cooked breakfast since he was up at the crack of dawn.

But, as the months passed, it wasn't long before Zoey met Charlie.

Charlie had called. She had a week off work and she was due a major binge of tv, snacks and catch up with her two favourite hunters.

But, the boys had sort of forgot to mention that they had Zoey staying with them. And Dean couldn't have regretted it more. It would have at least avoided Zoey finding out about the Supernatural Books.

It was around 3 o'clock that Charlie got in, and after a long catch up on when she had been doing and what the boys had been hunting, they all turned as they heard the Bunker door open and saw Zoey walking down in her green scrubs and coat with her hair, once again, tied back in a messy pony tail.

"Oh, my god."

"Uh...Charlie. This is..Zoey. Zoey. This is Charlie."

Zoey smiled. "Hi."

But Charlie smiled back, although more star-struck than ever. "Oh my god. Zoey? This is Zoey?" Charlie looked to Dean who was a little confused. "This is the Zoey that beat you in training? The one you had, like, a major crush on?"

"What?" Zoey asked, looking slightly worried, flicking her eyes between the red head and Dean.

Dean flushed bright red as he walked backwards. "What? No. No. No, no. She- Huh - She's uh...She's just kidding. I - I'm gonna go and check on Sam."

"He's not cooking is he?" Zoey asked.

"What? Oh, no. We've ordered pizza."

"Oh, thank god."

By the time Dean slipped away and towards the kitchen, Zoey hung up her coat before turning to Charlie.

"It's nice to meet you. Sam told me your guys met on a hunt? Before Dean ended up in Purgatory?"

"Oh, yeah. I was working for Dick Roman at the time. Well, a Livaithan, but I thought it was Dick Roman and..." Charlie trailed off in the conversation and by the time Sam and Dean came back in from the kitchen with pizza boxes and beers, both of them stopped in their tracks.

"You guys have books written about you?" Zoey took a beer from Dean.

"What?"

"The Supernatural Books?"

"Charlie." Dean scolded.

"What?" Charlie asked, innocently. "I thought she already knew about them."

"Can I find this books?"

"They're on-"

"No. Absolutley not." Dean warned to Zoey but she just laughed and smiled back.

"No what?"

"You are not reading those books."

"And why not?" Zoey asked.

"Because it's...weird. They're weird. Look, just...promise me you won't read them."

Zoey could see a look in Dean's face that intruiged her. There was something, or maybe many things in those books that they both wanted to hide. But...she nodded.

"Fine. I won't read them."

"It's okay, I have! I can tell you everything."

Dean took hold of the back of Charlie's chair and pushed her down the hall away from Zoey.

"I'll take it that I'm not allowed to either, then!" Charlie called out from down the hall before eventually rolling herself back.

Charlie left a few days later and they all went back to how they were before. Only, there came a time when they'd needed Zoey's help.

They'd been on a hunt about an hour away from the bunker. Nothing was adding up until eventually it did.

There was a werewolf pack experimenting. On humans, babies, animals. Turning them all. Sam and Dean had called Zoey on as much information as they could get about putting animals to sleep, just for a while - like they'd do in surgery.

"Dean, I swear, if you're about to do something stupid-"

"You know me. I'm careful."

"No, you are not. Look, do you need my help? Because I can-"

"No. Zoey. I didn't call you to bring you back in."

But she went back in anyway.

Sam and Dean had found the back, gathered together for a meeting in a barn just south of town. They all fought, they all either got hurt or were the ones hurting and just as one of the wolves sent off two shots of Dean's gun, by the time the third one was done, Dean found that it hadn't hit him but he had been hit by something.

Sam came behind the final wolf, killing him dead when the two brothers turned and found Zoey lay beside Dean.

"Ow."

Dean didn't have time to think as he turned to help her get into a more confortable position and called out for Sam to get the first aid kit.

Zoey had put one in their car just a few days after she moved into the Bunker. Dean had found it on their next hunt and it made him smile.

"What ever happened to 'that's the last time I save your ass, Winchester.'" Dean was worried as he looked for the wound in semi-darkness.

Zoey felt okay. It hurt but she would be okay.

"Well, this is definitely the last time." Zoey half-joked.

She could feel Dean beside her, looking for a wound when she took his hand and placed it to where it was bleeding.

It hadn't hit anything too serious. And the bullet wasn't that deep. She was lucky. They both were.

"Can you stand?" Dean asked after a sigh of relief.

"I think."

Dean carefully helped her up to her feet. "Here, put your weight against me."

Dean got her outside to her car and sat her on the rim of Baby's trunk. "Can I?"

Zoey nodded. "Sam, can you drive my car back?"

"Sure."

Zoey gave him the keys before Dean gave his brother a reassured look. "We're okay here. Go on ahead."

Sam nodded and headed off, driving Zoey's car back to the Bunker.

"I thought I told you to stay home."

"And I thought I told you to be careful. You almost got yourself killed, Dean! I wasn't just going to stay at home and wait for Sam to tell me he's sold his soul this time."

Dean cleaned out her wound and patched it up as best as he could. "I need to clean this place out before we leave."

"I'll help you-"

"No, you will sit there and not go dying on me. I'll be back soon."

A few hours later, Dean was finished and they were back at the Bunker. They all got a good nights sleep, waking up mid-day. Thankfully, it was a Sunday and the practice was shut for the day so Zoey could sleep in without a worry.

As the day passed, Zoey cleaned her wound and patched it up but was struggling to get the bandage to stay since every time she twisted, it only hurt her more - what with the bullet having hit her side.

"Zo? Zoey?"

"In here!" Zoey called out from her bathroom.

Dean walked in further until he found her. "Sam finished the ironing so I brought your clothes- What are you trying to do?"

"This...it won't stay. Everytime I twist it just-"

Dean placed her clothes down on the bed and moved over to her. "Come here. Stand still."

Zoey stood infront of the mirror and watched as Dean pulled the bandage gently around her waist and back and forth until it was secure.

Only now did she realise she was stood in her joggers and a sports bra. It was the only was she could see the wound without her t-shirt getting in the way.

Dean tied it securely around her middle before standing back up straight and meeting her gaze in the mirror.

"Done."

Zoey smiled. "Thanks."

Only, as Dean smiled back, he looked down realising his hands were still on her shoulders and arms. But, a second later, that was when he saw something.

A scar.

Old, but still there.

Zoey seemed to notice as his gaze changed from whatever that moment was to seeing her scar. Swiftly, she moved around and smiled. "Thanks."

Zoey quickly zipped from his side and out to her room to grab a freshly warmed t-shirt.

Everything in Dean wanted to know where and how that had happened. How had she been hurt? When had she been hurt? Was if a pet with anxiety or was it something else? Was it a hunt?

But he could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. Or she would have mentioned something by now.

She kept her back to him as she put her t-shirt on. "Thanks for bringing my clothes."

"You're welcome. I- I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see you later."

Dean left after a short moment and once he did, the door closing behind him, Zoey sat on her bed.

Before he spotted her scar, there had been this feeling in her stomach. Usually, she wouldn't have cared about what she was wearing. Clearly Dean didn't. He didn't even notice. But she did. And when he looked at her in the mirror...his face when he saw the scar.

That scar played on Dean's mind for two months. He wondered if she'd ever tell him. Maybe it was nothing? Maybe it was just a pet she had been looking after? But her reaction...how she tried to hide it...it couldn't just be nothing.

But, he finally got his answer after two months when himself and Zoey were staying in a motel together.

She was checking in on one of her other practices since the very first client of hers had another pet and only wished to see Zoey. A puppy with a broken paw.

Dean decided to go with her since Sam was going to see Elieen for the weekend, so he would have just been on his own.

"Hey, how was it?" Dean asked as Zoey came in after almost 14 hours of being out of the room.

Zoey collapsed onto the bed. "All done. I have to go back in and check on him in the morning but he's sleeping for now. I need a shower but I don't want to get up."

Dean chuckled. "Well, there's chinese in the fridge if you want some."

Zoey was up at that. "Ooh."

She hadn't eaten since this morning.

Around 2 hours later, she had eaten and found the energy to have a shower before she finally came back out in her pjs. She hadn't put her jumper on yet since her hair was dripping wet.

Dean watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and towel dried her hair. And that was when he spotted it again. The scar.

"Dean."

"What? Sorry." Dean realised he'd been staring.

"You can ask, if you want to."

"I didn't know if you'd want to tell me."

Zoey moved her hair back and moved her shirt, showing him. She called him over and he sat beside her on the bed.

"How'd it happen?"

"About two years after I last saw you." Zoey answered. They were both so close to one another than it caused them both to speak just above a whisper. "There were a couple hunters in town. They had a spirit case. They called me and begged for my help. I got there and one of them was bleeding out. But, they hadn't burnt the body yet so the spirit was more pissed than ever. It threw me against a tree before I came crashing to the ground. Threw in a book of matches and then saved the guys life."

Dean traced a finger, gently across the scar, scared he'd hurt her. But she just smiled and whispered; "It doesn't hurt."

Dean chuckled softly. "Sorry."

The scar finished at the back of her neck and as Dean's finger stopped at the top, he looked to Zoey.

There was that look again.

It was the same look they had shared before he noticed the scar in the first place.

Their eyes searched one anothers for a small moment before they flicked to the lips and back up. Before either of them knew it, they were moving in closer and finally met in the middle.

Their lips met in a soft kiss. Gentle. New. Unfamiliar yet...like forever. Like they had done this forever. That it should be done forever.

They both pulled back, their foreheads pressed against the others, their eyes still shut.

Wow.

Eventually, they opened their eyes and found they were both smiling. And it wasn't long until they kissed again. Zoey's hand was placed gently against Dean's cheek whilst the hand that had play at the top of her neck moved around and held her in closer. They each smiled into the kiss.

This is what they had been waiting for.

The passion behind the kiss, they could feel growing. Dean pulled her flush against his chest before they found their bodies moving for them.

Slowly, Zoey found herself on her back, Dean crawling to be over her body before he was above her.

They both pulled back in need of breath.

Just simply looking at her was enough to make her blush. Dean moved a strand of her hair from her face and behind her ear before he let his hand rest of her cheek. Even in partial darkness, he could see her loving blush. But that wouldn't have mattered because he could feel her smile and blush through his palm.

Slowly, he moved back down. Looking from her eyes to her lips and back again for confirmation, she nodded before Dean kissed her again.

Zoey hands pulled him in closer by his face, feeling the kiss deepen, and deepen and deepen.

It wouldn't be until the next day that either of them would talk about it, but even when they did, they already knew the answer.

Zoey's alarm went off at 6 and Dean groaned.

"Sorry."

She quickly shut it off and lay back down, Dean moving himself to hold her closer against him. He was like a human heater for her as he did so and she didn't want to leave.

"Wait." Dean grumbled when she tried to move.

But, as much as she wanted to stay by his side, she had a puppy to check on.

So, she used her initiative to make sure she could get out of bed. Even if what she was about to do would make her want to stay.

She leaned up and pulled Dean closer kissing him, his arms around her becoming more secure as she made sure he stayed down until finally, she kissed him a final time and rushed off the bed.

"Hey,"

Zoey just laughed and rushed into the bathroom. "You're welcome to join me!"

A while later, they both left the bathroom, this time Dean wrapped with a towel around his waist and Zoey in some fresh scrubs.

"Wait."

Dean pulled her back in before she left, and kissed her. "Be careful."

"I thought I was meant to be saying that to you." She smiled.

Zoey kissed him again but slowly backed out of his arms and rushed to the door. "I'll be back soon."

It got to around mid-day when Dean strolled into her practice. No-one was in since the place was shut for the day so, he called out and heard Zoey call back.

"Back here!"

Dean came through carrying a couple of sandwiches and coffee. "Thought you could use a break."

"Ah," Zoey smiled, closing the cage of the kitten she had been checking over. "You are a life saver. Both literally and metaphorically."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you, you know, since you took a bullet for me?"

"I don't mind hearing it."

But Dean kissed her instead. The kisses peppered a little and she smiled. "Even better."

"Coffee."

"Thank you."

"So, Sam called. He said he and Eileen are gonna be staying at the cabin for a few more days so I was thinking maybe, before we go back to the Bunker I take you somewhere." Dean smiled.

Zoey looked at him as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Oh, god. You're not about to kill me, are you?"

Dean chuckled, "No. Just...once you've finished up here meet me back at the motel."

Zoey smiled and leaned over to kiss him. She placed down her coffee and wrapped her arms around Dean, him doing the same with her with his hands on her hips.

The pair shared a kiss that only deepened. Both Zoey and Dean smiled into the kiss before they let go, but they still held onto one another, smiling.

They'd both waited a life time for this.

Eventually, Zoey shut the practice for the night and met Dean outside the motel. He'd picked up food for both of them and had already packed the car up.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep." Zoey smiled before Dean pulled her in for another kiss, not that she minded.

Dean drove the few hours towards their home town. As much as Dean wanted to avoid this place years ago, he'd found a happy memory to focus on now.

Eventually, he pulled into a small field and turned to his side. Zoey was fast asleep in the passenger seat, her head against the bench.

He watched her for a moment. She looked so peaceful. He felt peaceful. Right now, there was no worry. There was no hunt or moster of the week. It was just them and no-one else. Nothing else. Just them and a billion stars in the sky.

Gently, he shook her awake.

Zoey fluttered her eyes open and looked around, a little confused.

"You are going to kill me."

Dean just smiled. "Come with me."

"Okay, but if you kill me? Sam will kill you. And so will all my clients."

"Just come on."

Streching, Zoey got out of the car and followed Dean from where he grabbed the blanket from the trunk and lay it down on the ground a little further away.

However, as she looked around Zoey realised where they were.

"We're in Lawrence?"

Dean nodded.

Zoey joined him on the ground and lay her head on his chest as he covered them both with another blanket.

They lay there in silence for a while, looking above and watching the stars.

"When I was a kid, I'd get out of bed every night to wave at you from my window." Dean admitted as they lay there.

He hadn't hought about it in years until last night.

Zoey moved herself so she lay her head on top of her hands that lay on his chest, so she could look at him.

"Mom would tuck me into bed and the moment I heard her door close, I'd bound out of bed and sit under my window and wave to you. Every night."

Dean now looked to her. Zoey could tell every word he'd just said was the complete truth.

"I knew you couldn't see me but I waved anyway."

Zoey smiled and leaved over to kiss him. It felt different than the others. More...intimate. More...thankful. After all this time, she might never have grown up across from him. They might never have met. They might never have fought or loved. They might never have had this life together.

"Thank you for telling me that." Zoey said, her voice quiet.

"You were my first crush. I was so embarrassingly in love with you."

"I thought I was a pain-in-the-ass?"

"Oh, you were that, too." Dean teased. "But you were still you. You could beat my ass to the ground within three moves. Better than any damn hunter I know. And you were right, that night, about what you said before you left. We shouldn't have gone through that as kids, but...for some reason, part of me is glad we did, because I got to be with you. And Sam. After all of it...you and Sam made it worth it."

Zoey could only smile.

Even when she was younger, as much as Dean never listened to a word she said and always did the opposite of what he probably should have done...he was here. With her. And, once she took away all the moments of him being her very own pain-in-the-ass, maybe he was her childhood crush too.

But they were both more than that, now.

They were grown adults. They were living their lives, and sometimes it would be more dangerous than the typical life, but they couldn't focus on that right now. They didn't need to focus on that right now.

All they needed was each other. And they couldn't have been more happier.

Zoey moved closer, the kiss starting out soft and slow before she whispered against his lips. "I love you, Dean."

He pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I love you, too."

They both smiled lightly before moving in closer and sharing a kiss. Zoey's hands came to his face. She could feel the stubbled beneath her hands. Dean's own hands pushed through from her cheek to the back of her head, through her hair. His other hand was against her hip as she moved upwards and straddled his hips.

A moan came from the back of Dean's throat as she did so. Zoey pulled him closer and he soon found himself sitting up, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

All they needed was one another. And they would have, for the rest of their lives.

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[trannydean]

spn aus you say..... (please tell everything I am begging)

GIGGLING LIKE AN IDIOT!!!!! OKAY!!!!! warning this is a really long post kgjhjkgrjkd.

i've got 11 so far, but two of em (rvbnatural and spidernatural) barely have anything. rvbnatural is spn guys in the red vs. blue universe with dean, sam, and my oc jaime being a part of a special elite military project, similar to project freelancer in rvb. it's in the 2550s so it's set in same time frame as the halo games do. spidernatural is the spn guys in some sort of spiderverse, idk if it's like itsv/atsv or what, but it WAS inspired by atsv coming out. azazel is a spider demon guy wanting to take over the world with spider demon kids. he gives baby sam some spider demon blood and then little dean comes in and tries to protect him and he ends up bitten. both of them end up with spider powers and are spider-men.

but then i've got more in-depth aus! my most recent one is a modern au where jaime's family and dean's were next door neighbors for about their whole lives. jaime had to witness john abusing and neglecting his kids, and eventually he just decided he wasn't fucking having it anymore. he tricks john into coming into the woods and beats him to death with his baseball bat. garth is there and he helps bury the body.

john's sudden disappearance gets chalked up to be him going missing, sam and dean (and maybe adam, idk if he's gonna be here yet or not) go to live with bobby, and jaime thinks his problems are over. he and garth never speak of it again.

UNTIL several years later when some kids were digging around in the woods and they dug up john's body. it was obvious that john was murdered, his case is reopened. jaime becomes the main suspect. cas is going to be his defense lawyer.

there's my farmer au. sam and dean were born and raised on the winchester farm, being basically the only ones who worked there outside of their father. sam eventually goes to college, and john has to hire a farmhand. dunno who it is yet, but a few years later, that farmhand quit right before harvest time, so now it's just him and dean. he orders dean to make ads and put them up so that they can get a new farmhand.

enter jaime, who has just moved to their area of texas. he's never been living out of his guardians' house and though he thought moving across the state to be on his own was a good idea, he's sort of scrambling because he didn't have a real plan. he sees the ad and though he's never done farm work before, he has done manual labor and he figures he can pick up on this stuff fairly well.

plus, in exchange for working, he also gets to live in the farmhouse on the property, and he doesn't have to pay for food or rent (though he DOES get less pay due to this). he figures this is a pretty good deal, and ends up going to apply for the job. he gets it, despite the fact john doesn't like that he's kind of scrawny. (he reflects that dean's always been on the leaner side and he gets the job done "okay", and this is also the best he's got, so he has to go with it).

jaime and dean quickly become best friends--they're working together side-by-side almost all day, almost every day. come harvest time, dean and jaime are tasked with selling their crop at the farmer's market.

enter cas, the youngest of a wealthy family who has always been big buyers in the winchester crop. cas and dean have had fleeting encounters and both have a crush on each other tbh. jaime sees cas for the first time when cas comes to their stall on his first day at the farmer's market and definitely understands where dean was coming from.

next i've got my modern au that's got dean as a famous music artist. tbh i don't have so much for this one, but basically, dean is a music artist and he's been hitting a writer's block (or whatever you call it for songwriting) but something makes him remember his high school best friends/crushes (jaime and cas) and he ends up writing a song about them. and he doesn't use any pronouns in the song referring to them, and TECHNICALLY both "jaime" and "cas" can be considered gender neutral, so while the song is a huge hit once he releases it, there's also lots of discussion/controversy about it because "okay so are these two people girls or guys??? or one's a girl and one's a guy???" but it's funny because it's none of the above, jaime and cas are both non-binary. but anyways both jaime and cas end up hearing it on the radio and they're both like "oh my fuck he remembers me…"

and they've been living their separate lives far away from each other for many years but now they all begin reminiscing their high school "friendship" (they were all extremely gay for each other) and debate whether to try contacting each other again. i mean, dean wrote a song about them and it became a big hit and is currently being played all across the country right now. it would kinda make sense to do so. and they're all kinda missing each other, which they dismiss as nostalgia but it's really a lot more than that.

so jaime and cas find each other and then decide to attend to dean's next concert, bc he's on tour rn. they somehow get dean to notice them in the crowd (jaime's gonna do smth stupid prolly) and dean sees them and is SO HAPPY and he puts his whole pussy into that concert. and then they reunite and are all super happy to see each other again. and they can't just ignore dean's confession in the song.... they all end up getting together again, it's good.

next my merfolk au!!! MY FAVORITE HEHEHE!!! jaime and cas are two merpeople who live on the coast, next to an older fisherman's cabin owned by bobby. i'm not sure if in this au, merpeople are social beings in the way they live in pods or not, but either way, cas and jaime are rejected by basically anyone (cas is too weird, jaime is too aggressive (protective of cas!!!)) other than gabriel, who is cas' guardian, and then jaime's once he comes around (jaime's parents died, jaime ran (swam) away from the rest of his family and got lost, then found by cas).

dean has been visiting bobby's place since he was a little kid, and the first time jaime and cas saw him, they were instantly fascinated. they'd never seen a human their age before. jaime wanted to introduce themselves to dean but cas was shy and not ready so jaime was cool with that. they stuck to hanging out with bobby when sam and dean weren't there.

fast forward 15-20 some years. jaime gets captured by fishermen and sold to a freak show. cas comes up on land disguised as a human and begs dean for help (bobby's in town rn). it takes a while but with sam's help they're able to locate and rescue jaime. by this time, dean knows about cas and jaime being merpeople, and he's definitely awestruck by them when he sees them both in trueform. and they're both fascinated by him, which he finds embarrassing, because he doesn't believe beings so magnificent should find him, a measly human, fascinating.

then there's my dystopian/post-apocalypse au!!! cas lives in a glass-encased bunker that's been the "one safe place" since earth's nuclear fallout nearly 100 years before. dean and jaime are two people living outside the bunker, otherwise known as purgatory. jaime and dean have been best friends their whole lives and have gone through literally everything together--losing their parents, raising their little siblings (in jaime's case, cousin, but jackie has always been more like a sister to jaime rather than a cousin).

jaime, dean, sam, and jackie all go out searching for the bunker, wanting to see the real thing. they've heard stories about it, and the oldest people they've met remember being rejected from entering the bunker during the fallout due to the bunker being "too full". it takes years, but they do find it. cas sees them, and cas, who has been obsessed with learning all he can about purgatory for basically his whole life, is bursting with excitement about finding people on the outside.

chuck, cas' dad and the president of all the people in the bunker, is just SO MAD that his son found the outsiders before his people did. because see, ever since the higher-ups of the bunker realized there was still people surviving outside, they began to capture them, bring them secretly to secret labs, and basically experiment on them to find out how they can survive outside the bunker until they die. chuck did not stop this tradition when he became president and found out about all this.

so basically, chuck tries to find an excuse to get these four outsiders to "disappear" so that he can get them to his private labs to experiment on. there's a problem, because cas is attached to them, to two in particular really. and cas doesn't know about what chuck's doing--if he did, he wouldn't stand for it. so chuck has to try to do all he wants while keeping it hidden from cas. it doesn't end up working btw.

i've got my hunter!jaime au, which is basically what jaime's life would've been like if he'd grown up knowing about the supernatural. there is SO MUCH i have for it, i cannot put it all here, but i CAN make separate posts about it if you want me to!!!

i've got two soulmate aus--a soulmate tattoo au and a soulmate journal au. in the soulmate tat one, it's a lot like your usual au with this trope--you've got your soulmate's name tattooed to you somewhere. but sometimes, people are born with more than one name on them, or none at all, and those with more than one are mostly shunned by society, while those with none are pitied. jaime, cas, and dean all have two, ofc, and grow up with different reactions to it--jaime gets it an accepting family, though they're a little misguided in their support ("he's confused, but he's got the spirit" sort of deal). cas' is an outcast at school for it, and half his brothers despise him for it while the other half do their best to make sure he knows he's not alone. then dean gets the shittiest bit, with his godawful father hating him and definitely mistreating him for this. i'm using this au to be a thing in support of polyamorous and ace individuals, and i just hope i can do good with my representation.

then with the soulmate journal au, every baby has a journal pop up when they're born that they can use to communicate with their soulmate/s. jaime and cas talk with each other for several years and think only they are each other's soulmates, but dean is also their soulmate--john just confiscated his journal after mary died and never let him get a hold of it. however, jaime and cas fill up their initial journal and another one appears for each of them, and that ALSO makes another one appear to dean. he gets to write to his soulmates for the first time and it's a big whirlwind for him bc woah, finally, he gets to talk to them!!! but then again, the only examples of soulmates he's seen is his dad and the awful way he handled mary's death, so dean's not the fondest of the idea. he has to keep his journal hidden so no one ever finds it and takes away what becomes one of the only highlights in his life.

finally, my last one!!! this is just a regular modern au. jaime moves into a new town and tries to fit in. he gets a job at cas' bakery, and he meets dean at the mechanics shop, and they all fall in love :] it's very nice and sweet.

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! this was a lot to type out 😭😭😭

#answering machine #my aus #omg i gotta tag all these... #au: jestiel merfolk #au: jaime kills john #au: hunter!jaime #au: modern jestiel #au: jestiel post-apoc/dystop #au: jestiel soulmate journals #au: jestiel soulmate tattoos #au: jestiel farmer #au: music artist dean #au: spidernatural #au: rvbnatural #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR COMMENTS #PLS ASK/TELL ME #I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT EVERYONE'S GOT TO SAY ABT THESE

[urxsavingxgrace]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

(formerly know as fvrstxrrsponse)

This is a multi-muse/multi-fandom roleplaying blog featuring some of my favorite characters to write from different shows I like to watch.

Not all muses may be active. It never hurts to ask which muses are active.

Asks and Memes are always accepted.

Let's keep the drama to a minimum. We're here for entertainment but I won't entertain the nonsense.

A few things about me:

I am a mom so my free time is limited.

I work overnights so between the hours of 10pm to 6am Thurs/Fri/Sat/Sun I won't be available.

I like my rest after work and my down time when the kids go to bed so I won't be active during those times either.

However I'm always down to chat OOC with anyone if you just wanna talk. I'm totally cool with that.

Replies will be drafted and sent out accordingly. DO NOT SPAM ME WITH MESSAGES. I can do a shitty job of keeping track sometimes but I will get to it when I can. Sometimes they get lost because of Tumblr or because of the amount of threads currently going. Please have patience.

Muse List:

Kelly Severide (Chicago Fire) FC: Taylor Kinney

Hank Voight (Chicago PD) FC: Jason Beghe

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead) FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med) FC: Colin Donnelly

Matthew Casey (Chicago Fire) FC: Jesse Spencer

Gregory House (House M.D.) FC: Hugh Laurie

Lisa Cuddy (House M.D.) FC: Lisa Edelstein

Jim Gordon (Gotham) FC: Ben McKenzie

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) FC: Robin Lord Taylor

Kevin Atwater (Chicago PD) FC: LaRoyce Hawkins

Jay Halstead (Chicago PD) FC: Jesse Lee Soffer

Elliot Stabler (Organized Crime/SVU) FC: Chris Meloni

Olivia Benson (SVU) FC: Mariska Hargitay

Odafin Tutuola (SVU) FC: Ice T

Bobby Nash (911) FC: Peter Krause

Athena Grant (911) FC: Angela Bassett

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) FC: Jensen Ackles

Musician/Athelete Muses:

Lebron James

Travis Kelce

Jason Momoa

AJ Mclean

Bruno Mars

Roman Reigns

Jimmy & Jey Uso

Shawn Michaels (HBK)

Paul Levesque (HHH)

OC Characters:

Desiree Michelle (Chicago PD) FC: Lisseth Chavez

Jason Joseph Anoa'i (WWE) FC: Jason Momoa

Kehlani Josephine Anoa'i (WWE) FC: H.E.R.

Kevin James Levesque (WWE) FC: MGK

Darian Parker (Chicago PD/Fire) FC: Chris Brown

If you would like to know more info please message me and ask away :)

[thatblackravenclaw]

The Half-Blood of Winchester Bay

disclaimer: the artwork above is not mine!

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

a/n: this might not do well. people might not be interested in it. i still want to post it. i wrote something like this for my creative writing class but enhanced it after turning it in so i could connect it to the world of percy jackson. 

Apollo x OC!fem!reader (Ophelia)

warning(s): none really, a tiny bit cheesy, sort of proofread

word count: 3.5k

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Chapter 1: The Half-Breed of Winchester Bay

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The gods are going to kill me. Unlike other half-bloods, I’ve always known who both of my parents are. Selene isn’t like the other gods that live on Mount Olympus. She claimed me the moment I was born. She helped raise me when she could. I lived with my father Zion. The best warlock in Louisiana. He raised me as his apprentice. I do more witch work than Greek work. Well, until two days ago that is.

 I have an altar for my mom. A white candle in the shape of a full moon. A shimmery black stand holds the candle up. Drachmas litter the stand. The picture we took while in Santorini is in a gold picture frame that stands off to the right of the altar. We look almost identical. Our dark brown hair goes down to our waists. The curls are not tamed yet not wild. Mine is pinned back with bobby pins, but hers flowed free. Our dresses were similar as well. White with sheer puffy sleeves. Her dress ran down to her feet whereas mine stopped right above the knee. I wore gladiator sandals and she wore white low-top trainers. Our arms wrapped around each others’ waists and our smiles shone like stars. I wish I could go back.

The flame on the candle flickers violently and the drachmas begin to burn into scarlet. I avert my eyes with haste and wait until my mother says my name. I look up at her and her emotion doesn’t match the happy one I’ve come to know. It’s worry with a sliver of fear.

“What’s going on?” I stand and grab both of her hands in mine. She’s shaking. My emotion begins to mirror hers as I look into her eyes.

 “We have to go to Olympus. Now.” Before I can respond, we disperse into a bright light.

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I’ve only been to Mount Olympus once in my life. It was when I was a baby so I don’t remember it, but my mother always told me the story before I went to bed when I was younger. Most Gods don’t really claim their kids until they absolutely need to. They all go to Camp Half-Blood and wait in the Hermes cabin until their parents claim them. Selene couldn’t wait to show me off. She said that I was her miracle baby. That I was destined for great things. They were as accepting as gods can be. They don’t show much emotion. They must stay stoic. Selene is the opposite. Except for right now.

We climb the steps to the chapel of Elias. My left hand holds up my floral dress while my right hand holds my mother’s hand. My mother is wearing her formal attire which consists of a white pantsuit with a 1-meter train. A full moon crown adorns her head. Her hair is the same as our vacation in Greece.

“The gods will be much larger than you. Stand tall and don’t let them intimidate you. You’re as powerful as them so they will try to get you to fear them so they can control you.” Her tone doesn’t skip a beat. You wouldn’t even be able to tell that she has walked up over a hundred stairs.

“I don’t understand. Why am I here?” My eyes stay down so I can make sure that I don’t trip.

“They found out who your father is.” I don’t speak anymore after that. The doors are in view so the point would be moot.

The double doors open on their own. If I wasn’t so nervous my jaw would have dropped at the scene in front of me. The ivory walls are decorated with famous murals from centuries ago. Chandeliers hang from the ceilings. I’m not sure if it’s an optical illusion or not, but the long hall seems to get taller the further we get into it. There are more double doors at the end of the hall. I assume that’s where the gods are currently having their meeting.

“I must leave you here. They will expect you on your own. I will be there when you arrive though.” I look at her and the emotion in her eyes turns to love whenever our eyes meet. I smile at the affection before bringing both of my arms around her middle. She already towers over me by 4 inches. That may not seem like a lot, but I’m only 5’1. She places a kiss on the middle of my forehead and vanishes in a bright light.

I walk slowly but not too slow. They are already mad at me enough as it is. I can’t escape my fate, but at least I can delay it. My heart jumps to my throat and my hair itches the middle of my back. I loathe the corset dress at this moment. Will this even be appropriate to wear for this occasion?

I reach the double doors. The handles are gold with an intricate design on them. Swirls of what looks like vines. Do I knock? I feel it would be polite to knock. I don’t hear any noise on the other side of the door to indicate whether this is a good time to enter or not. I hit my knuckles against the heavy door and pray that they heard it. The gigantic doors open inward. In the middle of the room is a giant goblet-like container that has fire peeking from inside of it. There’s a giant step that leads to the thrones for the gods. In the shape of a horseshoe, each throne is decorated for each god that takes residence here. Selene doesn’t have one as she is one of the lesser-known gods due to the cruel mistress, time. She has many followers, but not as many as Artemis. My mother doesn’t come here much anyway. Something about the way she and Zeus ended has always forced her to not be able to stand in the same room as him for long periods of time.

In the middle is Zeus of course. All the center of attention. He has a likeness to Aristotle. He wears a suit and carries his lightning bolt at his side. On the left of him is Poseidon. Percy describes him a lot. Gray hair, Hawaiian shirt with shorts, and open-toed sandals. He’s actually kind of hot. I understand what Percy’s mom saw. I don’t pay much attention to the other gods. All of their eyes are on me and I’m trying to prevent a panic attack. I want to look for my mother, but I’ve stood before the threshold long enough. I walk all the way in and around the fire goblet thing and stand directly in front of Zeus.

“Lord Zeus,” I say with a bow at the waist. My dress swishes against my legs.

“You may stand.” His voice is deeper than I anticipated. Uncertainty sweeps through my body, but I stand tall nonetheless. I mirror his stoic expression.

“Selene has kept something rather dire from us. When you were born she told us that you were half mortal. As of recently, we have caught you with a rather powerful warlock so we decided to keep a closer eye on you. Now we know that you refer to him as your father.”

 “Oh my gosh, Zeus. Get to the point.” I turn to the voice and catch the attention of Apollo. God of the sun. Horrible poet, but probably the hottest (figuratively and literally) god to exist. His blond hair is set ablaze. His attire is the closest to Ancient Greek attire. White toga with sandals that match mine. A halo of light surrounds him. What catches my attention most is his infamous crown of laurel leaves. He wears it to remember his first love, Daphne. I wonder if he ever moved on. We make eye contact and he flashes a bright smile at me before following it with a wink. A smile kisses the corner of my cheek, but I don’t entertain the thought. It would never happen. He’s Zeus’ son and I’d rather not repeat history.

What looks to be lightning flashes through Zeus’ eyes as he looks at his son. When he turns back to me they have returned to their original stormy gray. “You are much too dangerous to wander the Earth. Your powers surpass any demigod or hero. I am making a motion to have you eliminated.”

“Over my dead body.” The smooth voice comes from behind me. I turn around and see my mother who is now the same height as the other gods. For the first time since I’ve walked into the room, my nerves have calmed down.

“What he isn’t saying is that we came to a compromise.” The other voice is almost as sweet as my mother’s. The voice comes from Artemis, the moon goddess. Her outfit matches her brothers except she seems to be wearing leggings underneath her toga. For centuries people thought she and Selene hated each other. Both goddesses of the moon however have two completely different roles. Artemis is the moon goddess, but she is also the goddess of the hunt. Selene is the moon personified. Selene actually helps Artemis quite often. Due to the moon's brightness, Artemis can see the animals she hunts. They act much like sisters. 

“What is the compromise?” My voice surprisingly comes out strong. My heart is erratic, but I don’t drop my facade.

“You become a full goddess and be your mothers’ apprentice or become a full witch and do whatever you want with your father,” Zeus says.

Hearing these words makes me feel like everything has frozen over. My life flashes before my eyes. The first time I mastered my witch powers. I can freeze time and blow things up. I don’t use those powers much, but I don’t know how I’d feel not having them at all. Would I ever get to see my father again? He’s not immortal. I’ll live for eons and he’ll be gone. I won’t get to see my friends again. Percy declined immortality to be with Annabeth. Tyson comes up from the water every so often but even so, he’ll only live for a couple hundred of years. The only person I would see is Thalia. “It’s now or never Ophelia.” Zeus’ statement surges anger throughout my body.

“Have a heart, Zeus. This is a big decision. She’s only seventeen.” Athena steps forward to defend me. The resemblance between her and Annabeth are uncanny. Blonde hair and grey eyes. Her facial expression continues to match her fellow gods, but it’s nice that she spoke up for me.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m going to say yes. You don’t get the chance to become a goddess every day. On top of all that I am, I’m a realist. I’ll miss my dad and my friends, but considering the climate we live in as we cannot stop being who we are, it’s possible for us to die any day now. I can’t use that as an excuse to not become something that people can only dream about.

“I will give up witchcraft.” It’s silent. It’s times like this where I wish I had gotten the power to read minds. My mom shrank down to my size and lifts me into a hug. Jubilation spreads throughout my body and I know that I’ve made the right decision.

“As soon as I let you go, you’re going to kneel. You will assume your full ability.” She whispers in my ear.

“How do I do that?” My brows scrunch as we pull away at the same time. She sends me a wink as she steps back and returns to her true size.

I kneel on the ground and keep my head down. A tingling sensation starts at the tip of my toes. I have to suppress the need to laugh. It rises up my calves and past my knees to my thighs. I don’t know what’s going on from the outside since my eyes are screwed shut. It makes me nervous actually. There aren’t exactly books to tell you what it's like to become a goddess. The tingle stops at the top of my head and I become acutely aware of how quiet the gods are.

“Open your eyes.” I obey my mothers’ voice. Everybody is at eye level now. I look down and see the fire pit below me. Holy shit I’m tall.

“That’s all. Everyone adjourned.” Zeus stands up first as he dismisses everybody. No one gives me a second glance as they also stand and go about their business. I turn to face my mother and her smile is the same as the day in Greece.

“I have to do something with Artemis. Are you okay to explore on your own?” I nod my head and say my goodbyes as they walk out arm in arm. After a moment, all the emotions and excitement settle. This is my life now. Immortal. I don’t regret my choice, but I’m not sure what to do now.

“Ophelia.” I turn to the voice and see Apollo still in his original spot.

“Lor-“ I start before remembering we are now equals, “Apollo.” He walks over and starts to survey me with an ever-growing smirk.

“Ophelia. Greek for aid and help. Also the name of the beautiful heroine from Hamlet. You outshine her beauty a thousand times over.” I hold my hands behind my back and try to prevent the smile from breaking through to my face.

“Now if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were flirting with me.” I decided to match his smirk. “I guess I understand why my father was so enamored with Selene.”

“So you’re only talking to me because you have a crush on my mother?” His eyes widened. I can see the blanket of nervousness lying across his face.

“I’m just kidding, sun boy. It’s cute how nervous you got though.” I give him a wink before patting him on the shoulder as I walk past him.

I get to the threshold of the double doors and turn back to see him already looking at me. I give him a smile before continuing my journey to the garden. I’ve seen pictures of it in books, but it doesn’t hold a candle to how it actually looks. The trees and bushes are in full bloom. There are golden apples (yes, actual golden apples.) and fruit bushes as far as the eye can see. The nymphs dance around to the harps. I look up to the sky and the stars are shining brightly. The moon shines even brighter. I walk to a less crowded part of the garden and take off my shoes to reconnect and ground myself. A witch thing. I may not have my witch powers anymore, but I can still practice non-magical things. I kneel down and maneuver my body to lay face up to the sky. There’s a full moon tonight. My favorite phase. A phase I’m able to charge myself under.

“You don’t want to join the festivities?” I turn my head and once again see the bright hair and flashy teeth. 

“Stalking me, Sun boy?” 

“The Sun always finds a way to get to the Moon.” 

“Seems so. Thank you for illuminating the Moon tonight.”

“All in a day’s work.” He lays next to me and stargazes with me. “You should let me take you out.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you don’t have anything better to do?” We laugh at this. It’s the truth. My mother is busy and I don’t have any jobs to do yet.

“That’s fair. What do you have in mind?”

“Moonlit picnic?”

“Sounds like a date.” I raise a quizzical brow.

“Maybe it is.” I stand up and dust off my dress. My feet slip back into my sandals and I look at Apollo following my actions sans sandals since he kept his on.

“In your dreams, sunshine. You don’t even know me.” I smile and give him a helping hand. Once he’s up, I truly assess how significantly taller he is than me. Maybe 8 inches taller. I look up and see that his smile hasn’t deterred. He’s making it really hard to reject him right now.

“I would if you’d let me take you out on a date.”

“And repeat our parents' history?” 

“We don’t know that that will happen to us. Plan on falling for a mortal?” 

“I might. Like you said, you understand why your father fell for my mother.”

We walk back to civilization. The nymphs continue their dance. Other lesser-known gods and goddesses are drinking wine while enjoying the night. Everyone smiles at me as I walk through. “Hello” and “Welcome, Ophelia” fill the garden. I’ve never had so much attention on me before. At some point, we end up in front of a cabin. It’s not like a regular cabin though. There are marble columns and statues that decorate the outside. In the middle is a moon with a crescent overlaying it.

“Where are we?” I turn to look at Apollo.

“This is where you will be staying.” His voice is so matter-of-fact that I roll my eyes. How was I supposed to know?

We walk in and there are not enough words in any dictionary to describe how beautiful this place is. There’s a California King bed with the design just like the beds at Hogwarts. The curtains are royal blue with different constellations on them. The comforter is also the same shade of blue with six pillows at the head. A gold desk is directly across the room from the bed. The matching lamp highlights the scrolls that litter the top. A trash can sits by one of the legs that is close to overflowing. What really catches my attention is the rotating closet in the back with what seems to be an endless amount of clothes on the racks. A mirror with a round top stands next to the closet. It has an intricate design around the border. I stand in front of it and look at myself for the first time since I transformed. My clothes are still the same, but a crown is on my head now. It matches my mom’s except I have a crescent moon instead of a full moon. Apollo comes up behind me and I give off the appearance of glowing brighter. I hate to admit this, but we actually look great together. The moon and the sun always look great together. I turn around and am faced with his chest. My hand raises and places itself on the fabric of his toga. I shouldn’t dare, but I look up into his eyes. His gold eyes look right into my dark purple ones. My feet raise to get closer to his height. Our lips are inches apart. A knock on the door makes me jump at least five feet away from him. He chuckles as I stumble over my words to welcome whoever it is. My mother and Athena walk in. She looks between us before letting a smile kiss her lips.

“I came to ask if you were settling in okay, but it seems that you’re settling perfectly. Come on sister. We should leave these two alone.” Athena also smiles while walking out the way that they came. My hands fly to my face to cover my embarrassment. Nothing is worse than being caught with a boy by your mother. The door closes and my gaze goes back to Apollo. He looks as smug as when they walked in.

“It’s not funny!” I exclaim while trying to cool my face down.

“On the contrary, it’s quite funny. I never knew you were so jumpy.” I sigh and cross my arms across my chest.

“You’ll learn more about when we go on our date.”

“When we go on our date?” He emphasizes the ‘when’.

“When. Now get out. I’m humiliated enough for a lifetime.” I push him towards the door. I know he’s letting me since he is considerably stronger than me.

“They could have caught us doing something much more scandalous.” I could smack the stupid smirk off of his face. I don’t need to see him to know that it adorns his lips. Lips I was two seconds away from kissing. He stops at the threshold and faces me.

“Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.” He takes my hand in his, my palm down, and kisses it before disappearing in a blast of light.

I close the door and walk quickly to my bed before falling face-first into it. I let out a squeal. My body turns so my face now sees the curtains over the bed. Perseus is just on the horizon. Auriga and Lynx are just up above. My cheeks hurt from how hard I’m smiling. I can’t believe this is my life now.

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Long Island | The Ophelia Diaries

#apollo fanfiction #apollo x black!reader #percy jackson fanfiction #black!reader

[thewnchstrs]

Sin City

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie investigate a rash of violent deaths in Elizabethville, Ohio, a once-sleepy town that has become a haven for gamblers and drinkers.

Disclaimers: death, mentions of suicide, blood, gun violence, implied smut, mentions of gambling, drinking

Word Count: 9.9K

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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In the light streaming through the large window in Bobby’s study, I narrowed my eyes at the small metal workings of the Colt. Using tweezers, I bent and shaped them the same way shown in a diagram Bobby laid in front of me.

Dean was to my right, using a bunsen burner to melt together different pieces of metal that would eventually be part of the chamber. Bobby was across from us, examining a similar diagram.

“Hey,” Sam called out as he returned to the house, the screen door clanging shut behind him. There was the sound of a pile of books being dropped onto Bobby’s kitchen table.

“Hey, what's up?” Dean asked without looking up.

“Might've found some omens in Ohio,” Sam said. I glanced over my shoulder as he leaned up against the doorway. “Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop.”

“Well, that's thrilling,” I said sarcastically, going back to the gun.

“Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens.”

I frowned, “Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.”

Sam shrugged, “Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln.”

“Where in Ohio?” Dean asked.

“Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt.”

Dean sighed, “There’s got to be a demon or two in South Beach.”

“Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time,” Sam chuckled, narrowing his eyes at the disassembled Colt in Bobby’s hands. “How's it going, Bobby?”

“Slow,” he said simply.

“I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that,” Dean said.

Bobby nodded along, “Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick.”

“So what makes it tick?” Sam asked. Dean and I hid our smirks from Bobby who shot Sam a deadly glare.

Dean and I stood from our chairs, gathering our things, “So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio…you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?”

I held back laughter as Bobby’s glare shifted from Sam to Dean, “Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you.”

“Aww,” I cooed. “He’s so cute when he threatens us.”

Dean laughed before advancing toward the front door, “Alright, come on, we're wasting the daylight.”

“See you, Bobby,” I called over my shoulder.

“Hey!” He yelled after us. We stopped, turning back to him. "You kids run into anything — anything — you call me.” Sam nodded once before we were out the door.

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Elizabethville, Ohio

Elizabethville, Ohio was exactly what I expected it to be: small, religious and full of people who liked to gossip. Eyes from every direction were immediately pulled to the Impala when we rolled into town, especially when we parked in front of the chapel where a local had killed himself just days ago.

“There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself,” Father Gil said. He was a middle aged man, tall and slender with white streaks of hair forming at his temples.

“Well, this shouldn't take long, then,” Dean said.

I glanced around the inside of the chapel, admiring the stained glass windows and rows of dusty blue pews. I followed Father Gil’s line of sight up to an upper level above a large cross.

“That's where Andy did it,” he said, sadly. I felt for him, I did. Seeing something like that, it changes someone forever. I glanced sideways at him before looking back up to the balcony where I swore I could still see the smatterings of blood that’d been missed in the cleanup. “It’s the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday.”

“When did he stop?” Sam asked.

“Probably about...two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Change how?”

Father Gil tore his eyes from the balcony, looking back at us, “Oh, let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People…cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just...wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was…”

“Possessed?” Sam suggested.

Father Gil nodded slowly as if that was what he’d wanted to say but was too afraid to say it, “You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped.”

“Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?” I asked.

He nodded, “Sure, Tony Perkins. Good man.”

“Besides all the murder stuff, right?” I said, making the priest hesitate.

“Um…yes. Besides that.”

“Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?” Dean asked this time.

“I never thought about it that way, but...yes. about the same time as Andy — about two months ago.”

Sam, Dean and I shared a look before Dean clicked his pen and closed his notebook, putting it back into the pocket of his suit jacket, “Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time.”

Father Gil gave us one final nod before we parted ways. Dean leaned toward Sam and I, lowering his voice, “Two months ago, we open up the devil's gate, all of a sudden this town turns into Margaritaville? It's no coincidence.”

I definitely didn’t like the sound of it, but I couldn’t deny he was probably right.

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I adjusted my duffle bag on my shoulder as Dean unlocked the motel room door. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a large man eyeing me from a few doors down, smirking, revealing missing teeth. I grimaced, turning my back on him, sighing with relief when Dean finally got the door open.

Sam flicked the light on and the first thing I noticed was the large mirror covering every inch of the ceiling. Dean chuckled, looking up at it.

“I hate this already,” I groaned, throwing my duffle bag anywhere but on the bed.

Dean moved to the door, going to close it when he stopped, “Richie? I don't believe it.”

I furrowed my brow, looking around Dean toward the room across from us where a short man in a fedora and athletic jacket was now standing in the hallway. A twinge of familiarity pinged my gut.

“Hey, Dean...Winchester, right?” Richie said, reaching out his hand.

“Yeah!” Dean said excitedly before motioning to me. “You remember Ellie, right?”

“Ellie! The little pistol with a pistol,” he laughed in a thick New Jersey accent and instantly, I recalled where we knew him from.

I laughed, “Hey, Richie.”

A woman appeared behind him, coming from his motel room. She was tall and blonde wearing a tank top that was cut so low it revealed her entire chest without actually flashing anything at us. She rested her arm against the doorframe beside Richie’s head, her other hand on her hip.

“This is my sister, uh, Cheryl,” Richie chuckled as he reached into his pockets. He pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to her. She shoved it in between her boobs before walking back down the hallway. Dean and Richie watched her walk away as Richie chuckled again. “Well, you know…stepsister.”

“Come on in,” Dean laughed, motioning to Sam. “This is my brother, Sam.”

“Hey. How you doing?”

“Not too bad,” Sam said, shutting the door, smiling in amusement. “How do you three know each other?”

“You were in school,” I recalled as I pulled my hair down from the tight ponytail I’d had it in while we visited the priest.

Richie nodded along, “It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said as he untucked his dress shirt, throwing his jacket to the bed.

“Oh, man. You should have seen the rack on this broad. Freakin' tragedy when I had to gank her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Wait. Who killed her? If I remember, your ass was toast until I showed up,” Dean corrected.

Richie shook his head, motioning to Dean, “Oh, I forgot what a comedian this guy was.”

“Richie, Richie, know what? I told you then and I'll tell you again — you're not cut out for this job. You're gonna get yourself killed,” Dean said when Richie’s phone began to ring, cutting him off.

“Talk to me,” Richie said into the phone before pulling it away, holding his hand over the speaker. “FYI, Winchester — words hurt.” He brought the phone back to his ear, plopping down onto the couch under the window. “Yeah? No, it's not a good time, babe. Later.”

“So you find anything in this town, anyway?” I asked as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. I pulled the suit jacket off, replacing it with a tan button down.

“Ah, no. I got nothing,” he said. “Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot?”

I cocked an eyebrow, “Yeah.”

“No, I got nothing.”

“Typical,” Dean said, somewhat sarcastically. “What about your sister back there?”

“Oh, honestly? She definitely had the devil in her, but she wasn't no demon, you know what I'm saying?” He chuckled, Sam, Dean and I watching him silently. Richie coughed, shaking his head as he stood again. “Right. Seriously. Church guy, hobby-shop guy — they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it.”

Sam nodded along, pulling his tie off, “Yeah, that's where we are, too. You know, let's just say that demons are possessing people in this town. You know, raising hell—”

“Yeah, but why would a demon blow his brains out?” Dean asked, sitting on the end of his bed to pull his shoes off.

“Well, for fun? You know he wrecks one body, moves to another. You know, like taking a stolen car for a joyride,” Richie suggested. I frowned at the idea, but I couldn’t totally dismiss it. It would probably be one of the more reasonable explanations.

“Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile — you know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?”

Richie leaned up against the dresser, crossing one arm over his body, tapping his finger against his chin as he thought, “There’s Trotter.”

“Who's that?” I asked.

“Well, he used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden? Brought in the gambling, the hookers...he practically owns this whole town.”

Sam glanced to Dean and I. It was a start. “Know where we could find him?”

“Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours,” Richie said, a smirk spreading over his face.

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When Dean pulled the car into a busy parking lot just on the edge of town, I was sure Richie had given us the wrong address. The place was crawling with people with drinks in hand.

I glanced around as I stepped out of the car, looking to Sam, “I thought you said this was some boarded-up factory town.”

“It is,” Sam said. “At least, it's supposed to be.”

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do some research,” Dean said excitedly as he began to follow a large group of blonde women down the sidewalk.

Trotter’s bar wasn’t far from where we’d parked, and it was nearly impossible to miss. The place was so packed, people were spilling out onto the street. We maneuvered our way into the building, Run Through the Jungle blaring through the speakers.

I glanced around me at all the different people, all with various types of too-small clothing. They were dancing, taking shots, sipping from their drinks with small straws. It was barely even six in the afternoon.

“Oh, Richie. Look at you,” Dean said once we’d made it toward the bar tops. Richie was dressed in a silky orange and white top with baggy jeans, his hair slicked back with so much gel it looked like he just got out of the shower. “Bringing satin back.”

“Oh, you like this? Try Thai silk — Canal Street. You'd have to pay $300 for threads like these, easy. Cost to me…” he paused, rethinking what he was about to say. “Fuggedaboutit.”

“How much is ‘forget about it’?” Sam chuckled.

“Ah, forget about it,” he dismissed. He leaned toward me, pointing across the bar to a bald man in an all black suit. “That’s Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him.”

“So, what do we do now?” I asked.

“I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna do a little investigating with that bartender,” Dean said, staring down the backside of the bartender who was leaning over the counter.

Richie slapped Dean’s arm, “Easy. Me and her, we got a little...somethin' somethin' lined up for later.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief, “Yeah, right.”

“Stings, don't it?” He said. “Alright. I got to hit the head, release the hostages. Be back in a few.”

I laughed as he walked away, shaking my head. There was never a dull moment with Richie. Dean turned back to the bar once he was out of earshot, “No way he gets a girl like that. I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel.”

Sam scoffed, “Oh, c’mon, she is so out of your league—”

“You think so?” A voice asked from behind Dean. The three of us turned to where Father Gil was sat at the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey.

“Oh. Sorry, Padre,” Dean chuckled.

“Knew you boys would find your way here. They all do,” he said to Sam and Dean before furrowing his eyebrows when he looked at me. “You though…didn’t expect you here.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I said simply, making Father Gil shrug and take another sip. I narrowed my eyes at him. “No offense, but what are you doing here, Father?”

“Like it or not, you go where your flock is.”

“Plus,” another voice said. I glanced to my left where, behind the bar, the bartender was pouring herself a shot. “The clergy drinks for free.”

Father Gil nodded, “True, and a certain bartender owes me a confession.”

“Not in this lifetime, Father,” she said, downing the shot.

“I better see your butt on Sunday,” Father Gil pointed to her as he stood, lowering his voice as he spoke to Dean. “Nickel or no nickel.”

Dean chuckled as the priest grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. The bartender leaned over the bar top, “What can I get you three?”

“What's your speciality?” Dean asked, smirking.

“I make a mean hurricane.”

“I guess we'll see about that.”

She smirked, turning away from Dean. Sam laughed, cocking an eyebrow, “You drink hurricanes?”

“I do now,” Dean said, a smile plastered over his face.

I laughed, shaking my head at him as I looked back over my shoulder, scanning the place for a pool table. I might as well make myself useful while I was here and hustle some money from guys that’d had a little too much to drink. That was when I saw it: a man in a white button down talking to another man over the pool table. He was standing stiffly, moving robotically.

I narrowed my eyes at the black object I could just barely see in the man’s hand when it dawned on me. I didn’t dare take my eyes off the man’s gun as I waved at Sam and Dean, nodding toward the man, “Hey.”

Before the word completely passed through my lips, he lifted the gun and shot one round into the man across from him. The crowd of people scattered away instantly, screaming as they ran toward the exit.

Sam, Dean and I ran forward, trying to dodge people running in the other direction like fish swimming upstream. From between two people I could see the man raise the gun to his head.

Dean tackled the man from the side, the gun flying across the floor. Sam ran toward them, sprinkling holy water over the man. I rounded the pool table, finding the man who’d been shot lying on his back.

The bullet wound entered the right side of the man’s chest. I leaned forward over his mouth, listening for any kind of breathing when I felt the ghost of warm air against my face. I quickly shed my jacket, balled it up and held it tightly over the wound.

“Hey, what’re you doing?!” I heard the man shout on the other side of the pool table. “He slept with my wife. That bastard slept with my wife!”

“Somebody call 911!” I shouted, my jacket quickly soaking up the blood. I flipped it over, but even that was no use. Blood was pouring from the wound and down his right arm. I kept my eyes on his stomach, watching as his breathing suddenly became erratic before eventually, it stopped all together.

I looked from his stomach to his face and back to his stomach. I brought two fingers just below his jaw to feel for a pulse, but came back with nothing. I sat back on my haunches, slowly pulling the jacket away. I looked up to Sam who was watching on, sadly. Just behind him was Trotter, stoic as ever.

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Sam, Dean and I watched from the bar as the cops processed the scene. I looked away from where the coroner laid a white sheet over the man’s body.

“Too many cops here. I say we roll,” Sam said, eager to get out of the bar.

“Just be cool,” Dean said, making Sam slink back onto the barstool. Two cops escorting the shooter walked past, leading him outside. Dean shook his head. “Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst.”

“So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?” I asked.

“I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is — town full of scumbags.”

I nodded slowly. It was a possibility, but something in my gut was telling me otherwise, “Yeah. Maybe.”

One of the cops who was processing the scene came up to the three of us. Sam instantly straightened up. “You three ready for your mug shots? The photographer's gonna be here in a few, and…” the officer paused for dramatic effect, “take your picture for the local paper!”

"Be an honor, Officer,” Dean said dramatically. Sam visibly relaxed at the cop’s words. “What a thrill!”

“Yep, time to go,” I said once the cop turned away. Sam followed me up but Dean held out a hand, stopping us.

“Wait a second. Wait a second.”

“What?”

Dean glanced around the bar, eyebrows furrowed, “Where’s Richie?”

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There was a different bartender once we returned the next night. They seemed pretty eager to open up again even though now it wasn’t nearly as crowded. Dean was dead set on going back to see if Richie would make an appearance, but in the hour we’d been here already, there was no sign of him.

The bartender handed me three beers over the counter. I smiled at him, “Thanks.”

I returned to our table, handing them each a beer. Behind Dean’s head was a waitress dressed in a short, tight red dress. I glanced at Dean who was glued to his phone. I sat down beside Sam, “You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?”

“How many times I gotta tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?” Dean snapped his phone shut, ignoring what I’d said.

“Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed,” Sam suggested.

“He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail,” Dean said, and I had to agree with him. We only worked a few cases with Richie but I got the impression he wasn’t one to back down from a fight. “I got to go find him.”

I nodded, “Alright. Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy. He gives me weird vibes. In the worst way possible.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here.”

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Sam and I leaned up against either wall of the long hallway leading down to Trotter’s office. I glanced over my left shoulder toward the glass door where I could see Trotter talking to someone over a desk. That was when Sam’s phone began loudly ringing in his pocket.

I quickly whipped my head out of the hallway, glaring at Sam who frantically pulled his phone from his pocket, bringing it to his ear, “Dean. Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now.”

There was a beat of silence before Sam spoke again, “Yeah, we're fine. Just, uh...meet us at the bar in twenty minutes, okay?”

Sam snapped the phone shut just as the sound of Trotter’s office door opened and then closed. Mine and Sam’s eyes met briefly before we parted in separate directions.

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Dean’s POV

I rotated the glass in my hand, glancing over my shoulder every few minutes toward the bar’s door. I glanced at my watch. Sam and Ellie had exactly four more minutes until I went hunting for them.

“I got to tell you—” a voice suddenly said from beside me. I looked up from my watch, an instant smile spreading over my face at the brunette standing beside me. Her low cut pink shirt nearly eye level with me. “Every woman in this place? They want to eat you up.”

I smirked, shrugging, “Well, hey. Anybody could have tackled that guy…and wrestled the gun away…prevented mass murder.”

Her smirk spread wider as she leaned her back against the bar, “Here’s what I'm gonna do. Normally, I charge $400 a night.” I furrowed my eyebrows at this as she leaned into my ear, whispering, “Why don't we call it an even deuce and get the hell out of here?”

I pulled away, my smile faltering, “What do I look like?”

The woman wrinkled her eyebrows, her smile now a grimace, “What do I look like? Cheapskate.”

I watched as the woman walked away. I took a slow sip from my drink as the bartender, Casey, came by, watching the woman leave, “Did I just see you strike out with a prostitute? How's that work?”

“Well, I just told her I had a thing for the bartender. It was pretty easy.”

“Who says the bartender's available?”

“That's a good question. You got something going with some guy, you know, about yea tall, wears a sweatsuit…?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “Who?”

“Nah. My mistake,” I said, brushing it off. “What do you say you and me grab a drink after your shift?”

Casey leaned over the bar and I had to force my eyes to stay on hers and not her low-cut, red top. “I say why wait...when we can go right now?”

I smirked, grabbing my things and quickly followed Casey out of the bar.

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Ellie’s POV

“God, they’re taking forever,” I whispered to Sam across the hallway. Trotter and whoever was in there with him still hadn’t left the office after fifteen minutes. “What could they be doing in there?”

“I don’t know,” Sam whispered back. “I just—”

Sam was cut off by the office door opening. We rounded the corner, pressed up against a separate hallway, watching as Trotter and another, younger man took off in the other direction. Once they were out of eyesight, Sam and I quickly made our way to the office.

There were two desks inside, Sam and I each taking one. I pulled open drawers, rifled through papers, opened books until finally I found a small ring of keys when I heard the quiet creak of the door opening behind me.

I ducked, dodging a fist that swung at me. Then, I quickly stood, kneeing the man in the stomach twice. While he was hunched over, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and held it tight over his head, immobilizing his arms.

Sam grabbed him, punching him twice across the jaw before the man went sprawling to the floor. That’s when I felt a firm grip on my shoulder and cool metal against my temple. I glanced to my right where Trotter was holding the gun to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I think maybe you know,” Sam said, pointing his gun at Trotter. Sam’s eyes bounced from Trotter to me and then back to him.

“Yeah? Well, I think I'm calling the cops!”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Cops?”

“Breaking and entering, assault — you're in a peck of trouble, my friend.”

“Uh, wh-, uh...I think I could probably explain—” I quickly brought my left arm across, bringing his arm down with the gun. I snatched it from his hands and pointed it at Trotter and his partner. “Alright, back up! Get back.”

“Money's in the safe! Take it and go,” Trotter said. He sounded scared.

“We don't want your money,” Sam said as he pulled the holy water from his jacket pocket. “I just got to be sure.”

Sam uncapped the flask and tossed the water onto the two men. I gripped the gun tighter, waiting for their skin to start sizzling, but when it didn’t, I realized we made a mistake. Trotter and his partner wiped the water from their faces, “What kind of psychos are you!?”

Sam and I quickly looked to each other. Sam awkwardly laughed, “Oh, god. uh...I'm sorry. Heh...I...think this was just a minor misunderstanding?”

I chuckled as we began to slowly back out of the office, “Yeah, okay, ummm...how 'bout I just…I just leave, ‘cause…" I opened the gun’s chamber, pouring the bullets into my hand and then set the empty gun onto a stack of books that proceeded to fall. I winced, cringing. “Sorry…I’ll take these. Okay, I'll, uh, I'll leave this for, uh...you, uh...have a nice day?”

Sam and I quickly turned, hurrying out of the building.

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Dean’s POV

Casey’s house was settled out in the country, at the end of a long dirt road. I glanced around the cellar Casey lead me down into; the place looking like it hadn’t been used in years.

“Looks like the maid's day off,” I chuckled. Casey had her back to me, looking up at the room around us. “Everything okay?”

She turned, grabbing me by the jacket and kissed me softly before pulling away. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I watched as she shrugged her coat off and hung it up across the room. “Oh, I forgot to mention...Richie was a friend of mine. When I realized I could track the GPS in his cellphone, I swung by earlier. Gave him a proper burial.” At this, the demon turned, her lip snarling upward. “It's better than rotting in some skank's basement.”

Casey immediately began to sprint toward me. However, when she was just inches from grabbing me, it was like she hit an invisible wall, making her fall hard to the floor. I was an idiot, sure, but a prepared one. I squatted down and flipped back the carpet, revealing the devils trap I’d painted beneath it.

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as I stood again, “Isn't that a buzz kill? Sorry, sister, but you're going back to where you came from.”

I pulled the book from my jacket, reciting the exorcism.

“I don't think so,” Casey said as she stood.

“Spiritus immunde, undolara. Pasonitote…"

The room began to shake under our feet until it was the entire building. Lights flickered, dust began dropping down from the ceiling. A harsh wind blew hard and fast through the room so violently the pages from the book were ripping out and scattering.

“Spiritus immunde, undo—” I tried again, yelling over the noise but it was no use. The pages of the book were flipping on their own. Then, a loud crack came from the ceiling followed by the sound of stone and concrete crumbling to the floor. I shielded myself as the debris fell until the entrance to the basement was completely blocked. Once the dust had settled, I pulled my head from the crook of my arm.

Casey was laughing now, her grin spread across her entire face.

“What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped.”

“So are you…bitch."

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Using a tall candle I’d found that’d rolled under some tables, I lit the rest of the candles around the room, illuminating the small area we were trapped in. I searched around the dusty floor for my book that’d gone flying.

“Lose something?” Casey asked from behind me.

“All you demons have such smart mouths,” I said.

“It's a gift.”

“Yeah, well. Let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to Hell.”

“Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead.”

“Spiritus immunde...un, guh…” I paused, racking my brain for the rest of the exorcism.

“Having a little trouble there, sport?” Casey mocked.

I cleared my throat, beginning again, “Spiritus immunde, undolare, Pasonitote…”

“Nice try, but I think...you just ordered a pizza,” she smirked. “Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class.”

“Hey, I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere.”

“And, apparently, neither are you.”

I stalked toward the edge of the basement to where there was a smidge of moonlight coming from a tall grate. “Yeah, but I got people coming for me, and, uh...they did pay attention in class.”

“Oh, right — Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.”

I paused, look at her over my shoulder, “Everyone?”

“Sure. And little Ellie. Hell-bound pretty soon, right? You Winchester kids are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know…"

“Well, that's...flattering. I'll be sure to let Sam know when he gets here,” I said, going back to examine the grate.

“If he shows up first,” she said. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What, you thought I was flying solo? You shouldn't underestimate, Dean, it might be the death of you.”

I turned, taking a step toward her at the mention of others who are working with her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, “You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first — the cavalry...or the Indians.”

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Ellie’s POV

“Sam, maybe he went to the wrong bar or something, I’m sure he’s fine,” I tried to reassure but it only seemed to be making Sam more nervous. We’d been waiting for Dean for the better part of an hour and Sam was convinced something was wrong.

“Something doesn’t feel right, Ellie, I can feel it,” he said, glancing over his shoulder toward the door for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Remember that one time we couldn’t find Dean for like three hours and it turned out he went on a bender with a chick named Monica and her band…god, what was the name of it again?”

Sam chuckled softly, “The Badgers.”

“The Badgers!” I repeated, shaking my head. “What a god awful name…listen, Dean’s fine. I know it.”

I watched Sam, who still didn’t look convinced. I sighed, tapping my fingers against the bar top, trying to come up with something to loosen Sam up a bit when a voice came from a few stools down.

“You look kind of tense,” a woman with dark hair and a low-cut pink top said to Sam. Her lipstick was bright red, smudged at the corners. “You know, I know a surefire way to relax.”

Sam grimaced, “Maybe later.”

“Excuse me. Hi,” I said, getting the bartenders attention. I only had one real idea to ease Sam’s mind. This was a different bartender, not the cute girl from before but a heavyset guy with sweat stains on his armpits.

“What can I get for you?” He asked.

“Hey, you remember the guy we were with last night?” I questioned. “We sat right here…”

The bartender nodded, “Right, the big hero who jumped on Reggie.”

I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth, refraining from rolling my eyes, “Yeah, yeah the big hero. Have you seen him around at all today?”

The bartender shrugged, resting his palms on the counter, “Maybe. Depends.”

“D-depends on what?” Sam asked, making the bartender smirk. “Oh my — ! Does everyone around here have their hand out?”

“Just give him the money,” I said, shaking my head as he passed it over the bar.

“He left with Casey about an hour ago,” the bartender said.

I widened my eyes slightly, “So he was here?”

“Any idea where they went?” Sam asked at the same time.

“Her place...for Bible study.”

Sam shot me the I told you so look. “Alright, you got an address?”

“What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address, just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks off—” the bartender went on when Sam handed him another twenty dollar bill. The bartender plucked it from between Sam’s finger. “Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun.”

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Dean’s POV

I huffed as I threw down a tall crate, pushing it against the wall beside us where a metal grate was situated on the ceiling. I stepped up onto it, flipped my phone open and held it up toward the breezy night air, desperately searching for a signal.

“Why don't you relax?” Casey said from where she was lounging on the ground, her legs stretched in front of her and her palms propping her up on the devils trap.

“Why don't you kiss my ass?” I snapped the phone shut. It was no use. I reached up, trying with all my strength to move the grate away but it hardly budged.

“Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea. Look, we won't have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil.”

“Civil, huh?” I said, glancing down at her. “Killing Richie — that was, that was civil? The guy was harmless.”

“That knife he pulled on me didn’t look so harmless.”

“A knife wouldn't hurt you.”

“No, but it would damage this body. And Casey has such a fine body, I wouldn't want to see it ripped.”

I chuckled humorlessly, “A demon with a heart. Wow. Well, you know, there's a bunch of dead people in town that might disagree with you.”

“Hey, I didn't pull any triggers.”

“Yeah? You did something,” I mumbled as I stepped back down into the basement.

“You want to know what I did — what I really did?” She said. I glanced over at her. “I had lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice.” I wrinkled my eyebrows at her words. “So Trotter built it, and, man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger.”

I cocked an eyebrow, “That's it?”

“You don't get it. All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into Hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win.”

“And that's how it ends?”

Casey looked up at me, letting a beat of silence pass as she smirked, “No. That's how it begins.”

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Ellie’s POV

The address given to us by the bartender lead us to a house situated just outside of the busy downtown streets, nestled far back into a small patch of woods. Sam rolled the car to a stop as we glanced up at it.

“You know,” I began as we approached the house, “I’ve never hoped we’d catch Dean hooking up with a girl in my entire life.”

From the porch, we could clearly see inside the brightly lit house. I reached for the door handle, and to my surprise it slowly creaked open. I looked up to Sam, shrugging before we stepped inside.

“Dean?” Sam called out as we made our way around the first floor. Nothing seemed particularly out of place. Dishes were sat drying by the sink, a book was laid face down on the coffee table, shoes were left forgotten by the front door.

I was beginning to think we’d made a mistake, that Dean really had just abandoned his post to shack up with some bartender.

“Sam, maybe we’re just being paranoid,” I whispered, now worried we just broke into an innocent girls house.

Sam nodded slowly as he picked up a picture frame before setting it back down but not before spotting a small yellow pile of what looked like powder on the side table.

My heart sank at the familiar substance. I watched as Sam stuck a finger into it and lightly sniffed it, confirming what my gut was telling me it was. “Sulfur.”

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Dean’s POV

“So, demons take over,” I said, sitting on the floor across from Casey. At this point I was just entertaining myself as I waited for the help I was hoping would be coming fast. “I thought ‘the meek shall inherit the earth’.”

“Oh, according to your Bible,” she said. “It's only a book, Dean.”

“Not everyone would agree.”

“Because it's God's book?” She questioned before narrowing her eyes at me. “Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did.”

I shrugged, “I don't know. I'd like to.”

“Well, I don't see how you and your God, have done such a bang-up job. War, genocide — it's only getting worse. I mean, this past century, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us. It's our turn now, and we're gonna do it right this time.”

I watched her, unable to dispute everything she was saying. There were some truth to her words. A loud thud came from above us then. My head whipped upward, quickly coming to my feet as I gazed back up at the grate again.

“Don’t be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered,” Casey said from behind me. “It's only the wind.”

My shoulders dropped, wondering where the hell Sam and Ellie were.

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Ellie’s POV

I yanked open the bar door, Sam close on my heels as he spoke into his phone, leaving Bobby a voicemail, “Bobby, It's Sam. We got a big problem. I found some sulfur, and now we can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this.”

I spotted the bartender from across the room where he was polishing a glass. I slammed my palms down onto the bar-top. The bartender perked an eyebrow, watching me. “Hey, they weren't there.”

“I guess you got to catch your jollies another night,” he smirked before turning back to the bar and grabbed a shot glass. “Here. Why don't you have a drink...and relax?”

“Yeah, I don't want to relax!” I nearly shouted. “What is it with the people in this town?”

“Suit yourself, princess,” the bartender said as he downed the shot.

I shook my head, turning away from the man and throwing my arms out to Sam who was looking further down the bar, “Father.”

I followed his line of sight where Father Gil was nursing a glass. He smiled up at Sam and I, “Yes?”

Sam glanced to me, the two of us having a silent conversation. We knew him and Casey were somewhat close, maybe he’d know a thing or two about where they could be.

Sam cleared his throat, “Um...can we, can we talk to you for a sec?”

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Dean’s POV

I paced the small length of the cellar, “You know, you're piling it pretty high there, sweetheart. I'm not sure I'm buying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“Demons lie.”

Casey stood, “Some do. Some are true believers.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, “Believers in what?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What, you think humans have an exclusive on a higher power?”

I paused, “You have a god?”

“Sure. His name's Lucifer.”

“You mean the Devil?”

“Your word, not ours,” she said. “Lucifer actually means ‘light bringer’. Look it up. ‘Once he was the most beautiful of all God's angels, But God demanded that he bow down before Man, and when he refused, God banished him.’” She recited. “Tell me, Dean. How do you like bowing before lesser creatures?”

I watched her, more in shock than anything. I continued pacing around the devils trap. “Lucifer's really real?”

Casey hesitated for a split second, “Well, no one's actually seen him, but they say that he made us into what we are, and they say that he'll return.”

“Oh, yeah? And, uh, you believe that?”

“I've got faith,” she said. I hummed at the irony of these demons worshiping a god. “So, you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours?”

“Well, except that, uh, demons are evil.”

“…and humans are such a lovable bunch. Dick Cheney,” she gave as an example.

“He one of yours?”

A smirk played at Casey’s lips, “Not yet. Let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.”

I continued around the room, a question nagging me at the base of my skull, one I wasn’t sure I wanted answered. “Hey, speaking of downstairs...what's it like down there?”

“What, Hell?” She asked. Suddenly I wished I could’ve taken it back. Casey eyed me. “That's right. Your sister booked a one-way ticket with that deal. She’s not gonna like it, Dean. And, um, judging from the trouble she’s caused, I don't think she’ll be getting the presidential suite.”

I glanced up at her from across the room.

“No, it's a pit of despair,” she said. Something told me she was telling the truth. “Why do you think we want to come here?”

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Ellie’s POV

“So, the, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?” Sam asked as we sat beside Father Gil at the bar.

“Since she was in pigtails,” Father Gil confirmed.

“Well, um, she and our brother, they, uh…they...left, tonight,” I said, trying to explain our situation without having to outright say it. “Together.”

“Ah,” Father Gil nodded. “Well…not that I approve, but they are consenting adults.”

“Right-”

“I, I'm sorry. You said ‘brother’. I thought the three of you were insurance investigators?”

I quickly looked to Sam for some back up, “Right, right. Well, well we are. Um, it's like, it's like a family business, you know?”

“Ah,” Father Gil said again, still looking slightly puzzled.

I quickly changed the subject back to the pressing issue at hand, “Anyways, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. I- I just have this feeling that they...that they might be in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Just…trouble,” I said, knowing I couldn’t say too much unless I wanted to end up in a padded room. “Look, please, Father, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell us about Casey — anyplace she'd go, maybe?”

“Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket.”

Sam quickly held his hand out to Father Gil, “No, wait, wait, wait, Father. We can do this by ourselves-”

“Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about,” he said. Sam and I shared another look as Father Gil stood from the bar and slid on his black coat. He looked back at us, eyebrows raised. “Shall we go?”

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Dean’s POV

“Kind of funny, don't you think?” Casey said after a long silence had passed between us. I lifted one of my eyelids. “You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk.”

“Yeah, it's hilarious, you know, in that…apocalyptic sort of way.”

“You're alright, Dean. The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're — you're likable.”

I scoffed, shaking my head, “A demon likes me…sorry, I don't know how to respond to that.”

“You could say thanks,” she suggested. I leaned my head back against the wall behind me, letting myself drift off again.

“That deal your sister made to save Sam — a lot of others would mock her for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don’t.”

I thought about it the way I had been for months at this point. How desperate Ellie was to bring Sam back, how nothing I could’ve done would’ve stopped her from doing it short of getting to the crossroads myself first.

“Still, a year left,” Casey went on as if I needed reminding. “She seems pretty well rounded for someone who’s hellbound.”

“Will you shut up already?” I said, wanting her to drop the subject more than anything. I kept my eyes closed as Casey scoffed and mumbled something under her breath.

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Ellie’s POV

Father Gil’s old station wagon rattled even at the less than urgent pace he was driving through the town.

“So, insurance investigating,” Father Gil said after a while of silence. He glanced at Sam in the passenger seat and then to me in the rearview mirror. “You guys enjoy the work?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “I like being able to help people.”

“Ever think about doing anything else?”

“Like what?”

“Mmm, anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things.”

My eyes bounced from Father Gil to Sam who only shrugged, “I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess.”

“How about you?” He asked, watching me in the mirror.

I shifted on the cloth backseat, “I mean, it’s not easy but we do good work.”

“We’ll that’s what’s important,” he said. “So, Dean…does he find trouble often?”

Sam nodded, chuckling, “Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share.”

“Well, it's a good thing he has you two — his brother's keeper.”

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Dean’s POV

I watched as Casey stretched out across the devils trap in front of me. Laying on her back she reached her arms long and far above her head, arching her back.

“Why, Dean, if I didn't know better, I'd say that was lust in your eyes,” she said making me quickly look away. “Well, it would be one way to spend the time…but I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.”

“That's okay. I mean, hey, I barely respect you now,” I said, smiling. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Casey rolled over to her side, resting her head in her palm, “I'm an open book.”

“So, the gate opened. The demon army was let out. What now, huh? I'm not seeing a big, honking plan here.”

“Honestly, there was a plan. Azazel was a tyrant, but…he held us all together.”

I furrowed my eyebrows as Casey sat up, “Azazel?”

“What, you think his friends just called him ‘yellow eyes’? He had a name. After you did him in, it all fell apart.”

I suppressed a smirk, “Sorry about that. So, what? No chain of command?”

“There was. It was Sam,” she said. I thought about how close we were to losing him, how with one misstep we could’ve ended up in a much worse position. “Sam was supposed to be the grand pooh-bah and lead the big army, but…he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he?"

“Thank God for that.”

“Again with God,” she laughed. “You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown. Most of them gunning for your brother. For the record, I was ready to follow Sam. He was all the talk around town. All three of you were.”

I shook my head at her words and Casey narrowed her eyes at me, “What the demons wouldn’t give to get their hands on you, Dean Winchester.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, entertaining her. “Why me?”

“Why you?” She asked seriously. “You killed their one and only leader. They were so furious with you they couldn’t wait for you to go selling your soul like some crack whore. You’re the one they all placed their bets on to bring Sam back.”

I sat up a little straighter at her words, “So, all the demons in this…army, want my head on a stick?”

“You bet,” she said. “When Ellie beat you to the punchline the demons were disappointed. But hey, one’s better than none am I right?”

My mind began to race, going a million miles an hour. How had I not thought of this before?

“So, these crossroad deals,” I began, “they’re set in stone?”

Casey’s eyes danced over me as if she knew where I was going with this. “Depends what you’re bringing to the table. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

My heart rate quickened at the thought of maybe getting Ellie out of her deal: by giving the demons what they’ve wanted all along.

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Ellie’s POV

Finally, after what felt like hours, Father Gil’s car rolled to a stop outside of what looked like a monastery that hadn’t been occupied in decades. Green vines snuck their way up and down the outside, windows were smashed.

“Dean?!” I shouted once we got out of the car, rounding the building. “Dean!”

“You go that way,” Sam instructed Father Gil. Sam and I rounded the building, still calling his name when suddenly and faintly, we heard a shout back.

“Ellie!” It yelled. “Sam! Down here!”

Sam and I quickly followed Dean’s voice to a small grate hidden under tall grass. Once we pushed it away, we could clearly see him looking up at us. “Dean?”

“The basement caved in!”

I sighed in relief knowing that he was okay, “Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming. We’re here with the Father.”

We watched as Dean glanced over his shoulder before looking back up at us, “Be careful.”

Sam and I stood from the ground, turned to go back to the front of the building when the sight of Father Gil blocking our way stopped us.

“Father Gil?” Sam called to him. He only smiled back, his eyes turning black.

We hardly had time to react when a gunshot rang through the air and blew the head off of an angel statue just inches from Father Gil.

Sam and I quickly looked to our right where Bobby was standing a few yards away, the Colt in hand. Father Gil simply turned, and with a flick of his hand threw Bobby across the lawn and into concrete column.

Sam reached around him for our only defense on us: a small flask of holy water when the demon threw us through the air too. I landed hard on my back on the hood of Father Gil’s car, the unmistakable sound of glass from the windshield crunching under my weight.

Sam slowly stood from the ground beside the car where he’d been thrown. I slowly rolled off the car, the two of us quickly making our way to Bobby who was sitting up, looking around.

“Bobby, you alright?” Sam asked. Bobby only nodded. “How did you know where we—”

Bobby cut Sam off, shoving the Colt into his hands, “Go!”

“You heard the man,” a voice from behind us said. I turned, confused to a blonde woman standing beside the car. “Go.”

“Who the hell are you?” I questioned when Sam put a hand on my shoulder, steering me back toward the monastery.

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Dean’s POV

I waited impatiently in the basement after what sounded like a gun going off outside when dust began to filter in through the caved in stairs. The debris was shifting, someone pushing down on it until finally they made their way through, Father Gil stumbling into the basement.

His black eyes were the first thing I saw. I ran toward him but only made it a few steps before I was flung backwards across the room and thrown against the far wall.

I groaned, holding my side as Father Gil and Casey locked eyes. He advanced toward her when she held her hands out to him in a warning, “Stop!"

He abruptly halted, looking down at the devils trap peeking from under the rug Casey was standing on. Father Gil kneeled, brought his fist up and slammed it down into the concrete, successfully breaking the trap.

Casey beamed, embracing him before they began full-on making out. I stumbled to my feet, eyebrows cinched, “You two?”

“For centuries,” Father Gil said when they finally pulled away. “We've been to hell and back. Literally.”

Suddenly, he reached his hand out, grasping me by my throat as he lifted me from the ground.

“Leave him be. Don't kill him,” Casey begged him. I brought my own hand up, trying to pry his hand away. “Let's just go. Please.”

Father Gil glanced at her just as black spots started to float around my vision. I kicked my legs, praying for a miracle. That was when a shot rang out through the room. I instantly dropped to the floor, holding my throat, watching Father Gil fall to the floor as the demon inside him flickered red. A gunshot in the middle of his chest.

Sam was standing at the bottom of the stairs, the Colt in hand, Ellie right beside him. I watched as Sam cocked the Colt again, this time at Casey.

“Sam, wait!” I shouted, but I wasn’t quick enough. The bullet hit Casey square in the middle of her stomach, sending her sprawling to the ground beside Father Gil.

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Ellie’s POV

“Well, what do you think, Bobby?” I said as we stepped from the diner and onto the bustling sidewalk. Somehow we’d convinced Sam and Dean to take care of the bodies left behind at the monastery. “About what we did here, you think it made a difference?”

Bobby shrugged, “Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes over at him against the sun beating down on us, “Yeah, but Trotter's still alive.”

“Humans ain't our job,” he said simply.

I nodded slowly as we began to cross the road. I looked around at the people in Elizabethville who still looked as lost as ever, “Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is a losing battle.”

Bobby stopped me, “Is that you or that demon girl talking?”

“Oh, it's me. Demon is dead, and so is that hot girl it was possessing.”

“Well, had to be done,” he said. “Sam was saving Dean’s life.”

“Yeah, but you didn't see it, Bobby. It was cold,” I said. Something in Sam’s eyes in that moment made my stomach turn. I couldn’t help but think about what the yellow eyed demon had said to me back at the Devil’s Gate. Something I tried so hard to brush off but couldn’t seem to. “Bobby.”

“Yeah?”

I hesitated, digging my nails into my palm, “Back in Wyoming…there was this moment. Yellow Eyes said something to me.”

Bobby suddenly looked concerned, “What'd he say?”

I swallowed roughly, knowing that saying it out loud would make it all the more real, “That maybe when…Sam came back from well, wherever…that maybe he came back different.”

“Different how?”

“I don't know. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good,” I said. “You think…think something's wrong with my brother?”

“No. Demons lie. I'm sure Sam's okay,” he said. But from one bad liar to another, I could see right through it. Bobby seemed to be just as concerned as I was.

I felt my bottom lip being worried between my top teeth as I slowly nodded, trying to convince myself for the time being that I believed what I was saying, “Yeah. Yeah, you're right.”

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Sam’s POV

I threw my duffel bag onto the top of the motel bed, running my hands down my face when the motel door opened.

“Leaving so soon?” I whipped around to where Ruby was standing in the doorway. I glanced toward the bathroom where I could still hear Dean’s shower running. “We haven't even had a chance to celebrate.”

“Yeah, well you can celebrate without me.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, shutting the door behind her, “You're not gonna get all pouty on me now, are you? Come on! You killed two demons today.”

I watched as she rounded me and sat at the end of Dean’s bed. “Yeah, well, maybe you don't care, but I killed two humans, too.”

“Sam, you know what happens when demons piggyback humans. They leave them rode hard and put up wet. Chances are those two would have died a slow, sticky death. You probably did them a favor.”

“Did them a favor? You're a cold bitch, you know that?”

“Yeah, and this cold bitch has saved your ass a couple of times now. Some respect would be nice,” she spat. I turned back to my duffel bag, throwing my shirts inside when I spotted the Colt, sitting on the bed. “Especially if you want me to help you out with Ellie and her little problem.”

I gripped the Colt behind me as I turned back to her, “You know what? You keep dangling that, but last I checked, Ellie’s still going to Hell.”

“Everything in its own time, Sam. But there’s a quid pro quo here. We're in a war.”

"Right. But for some reason, you're fighting on our team. Now, tell me, why is that again?”

“Go screw yourself, that's why.”

“Oh I see,” I said, shaking my head incredulously.

“I don't have to justify my actions to you, Sam. If you don't want my help, fine. Then give me the gun and I'll pass it on to someone who will use it.”

I looked at it in my hand before cocking it and pointing it at her, “Maybe I'll just use it on you.”

“Go ahead, if that makes you happy. It's not gonna do much for Ellie, though,” she said as she stood and took a step forward, letting the barrel of the gun rest at the base of her neck. “So, what's it gonna be, hmm?”

I weighed my options, clenching my jaw once I knew I didn’t have many. She was our only shot, our only chance of getting Ellie out of this deal. I uncocked the gun, and pulled it away from her chest.

“Ah hah. That's my boy,” she smiled. “This won't be easy, Sam. You're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. There'll be collateral damage…but, it has to be done.”

“Well, I don't have to like it.”

“No. You wouldn't be Sam if you did,” she said. I turned my back to her, still gripping tightly onto the gun. “On the bright side, I'll be there with you. That little fallen angel on your shoulder.”

My heart sank, wondering how the hell my life has gotten to this point.

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𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 "𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄" "𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇"

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: Height at 6'4", dark brown hair that's long for a male, muscular and thin.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Sam is a very comforting soul, when he has his soul. He is someone that is easy to talk to, easy to approach. He is kind hearted and will do his best to provide any comfort. But, Sam does have anger issues and when pressed or letting it build, he will explode. He is one to seek out vengeance. And when consuming blood, he will become increasingly more violent.

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: Sam's mother Mary died when he was only six months old. His father, John, was mostly absent, hunting and trying to track down the demon Azazel that had k/ lled his wife, leaving only his older brother, Dean to watch over him and raise him. Sam is very close to his brother and would do anything for him.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Married to Calista (Castiel's Sister/OC) @grumpylumberjacksworld

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: Sam's mother was m/ reded when he was a baby, by the demon Azazel. The demon gave him demon blood, creating Sam into a monster without his family's nor his knowledge. John, his father raised both Dean and him to learn hunting and how to protect themselves, but failed in the aspect of being a father. He (and I see it this way for my muse) was highly abusive towards Dean and Sam, neglecting them and being a very stern figure in their lives. Sam and Dean found more comfort in Bobby, a close family friend and fellow hunter that they felt took up the role of their father better than John Winchester himself. Sam was a very smart kid, studying constantly, regardless of how many schools he and Dean had to move to through the various hunts. Sam graduated with high honours and the second he did, he left John and Dean to go to school, in doing so, cutting ties from them. No matter how much it hurt leaving Dean behind, Sam didn't want to be in the hunting life. He wanted a normal one. He would attend Stanford University, studying law. There he met a girl whom he fell deeply in love with, Jess. A girl whom he intended to marry one day. However, Dean came to him telling him of their father's disappearance and Sam found himself tugged back into the hunting world with the supernatural. Only on their return from the first hunt, Sam lost Jess in the same manner as his mother. She d/ ied and Sam took up revenge, wanting to find their father alongside Dean and back to being a hunter, leaving law behind. Sam would discover these demonic powers he had, causing nightmares of people dying to come true, alongside other abilities such as Telekinesis and more. Later, you'll find that him consuming demon blood (which does become an addiction for him) that turns him into a monster, one that could reign hell and exorcise demons without touching them, without reciting the exorcism itself. Much of hell would learn to fear him due to Azazel's outlined purpose for Sam to lead an army of hell. Sam Winchester is the vessel of Lucifer, the devil himself. He has a constant battle with the archangel when manipulated in releasing him. The devil does torture him, torment him, and constantly tries to get Sam to say yes to being his vessel. He succeeded once and Sam then was able to take control and send them to hell together. He would return to Earth soulless by the hands of the angel Castiel, Sam becoming cold and uncaring and using torture methods and things he normally wouldn't do with a soul. His stamina is very high when without a soul. Sam would get his soul back, but in doing so, many memories of his past torture in hell by Lucifer himself floods in. (There's much more to add on, but I haven't the patience right now).

𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐦: The man is traumatized and has quite the guilt, blaming himself for everything and nothing. He feels like he is a screw up and he won't ever be good enough for anyone. He feels he is bad, a freak, a problem. One that shouldn't exist in the world. He and Dean have a viscous cycle of saving one another, whether it creates an apocalypse or not. They will do anything for one another. Sam's quite the avid hunter and he fights with his addiction to demon blood and angel/archangel blood(my unique twist). Later...he decides to go and be a cop, still perusing law to legitimize his hunting and no longer have to lie about being a fed or an agent; rather he can show an actual badge and sort cases from being humans or the supernatural. He manages both, being a hunter and a cop/ranger.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Into the arms of a beautiful stranger

Into the arms of a beautiful stranger https://ift.tt/EIHyqvm by CatloverWinegobbler “I love you” “Don’t do this Cas” “Goodbye Dean” Cas rips out his grace in order to escape the empty. He lands in a desert three years into the future human and confused, trying to get back to the Winchesters. But most of all back to Dean. When all seems hopeless, a helpfull stanger showes up like sent from above to help him home. Is it one of chuck's tricks? Is it truly just a lucky coincidence? To get back home, Castiel will once again have to put his trust and life`Into the arms of a beautiful stranger´ Just like he did nearly 15 years ago. Words: 1200, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Bobby Singer, Jack Kline, Baby (The Car) - Character, Sam´s kids, Dean Winchester Jr. (Supernatural: Carry On), Castiel's Trenchcoat (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, OC/OC, Sam Winchester/Original Female Character, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural), Post-Ending, Dean´s physical health representing his mental health, Dean being an angry and hurt mess, Dean being temporarliy physically impaired, Sam being Deans caregiver, Cas giving Dean physiotherapy, Castiel/Dean Winchester Mutual Pining, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Domestic Bliss, Meaningful friendships - Freeform, Dean should probably get therapy, Supportive Sam Winchester, Sam is a stepparent, And a simp for his wife, Dean is whipped for Cas, Castiel being forward with his feelings, Mutual confessions, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Nothing actually supernatural happens, Mentions of John Winchester being a bad father, Mentions of Cancer, acceptance of death, fluff but not too much, Internalized Homophobia, Nonbinary Character, Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), im sorry, hopefully you don´t get too attached, Non-Explicit Sex, But it is still smut, Implication og marriage, Dean Winchester is a Taylor Swift Fan, secretly of course, There is a lot of conversations, But Dean still suckes at talking about feelings, He gets better i promise via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/DHZp2ES March 14, 2023 at 01:04PM

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Brotherly Figures part 4

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

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Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

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It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

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“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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[lilycat03]

Charlie Bradbury rushed through the warehouse trying to find her teammates. She rounded the corner and ran into Dean who seemed as tense as she felt. “Have you seen Eileen or Crowley?”

Calling all SPN fans! Have you ever wanted to hunt with the Winchesters and join the hunters in the family business? Do you love Supernatural and want to hang out with other fans of the show?

We are looking for a few people to join our Supernatural role-play! Roleplaying happens in the evenings and we’re a fun bunch that loves hanging out and talking about our favorite show.

A few things to know about our group.

1. Must be 18+

2. Not a smut group, all smut must be done in PMs not the main sites.

3. We are NOT CANNON. Example Chuck is dead, Gabriel is god, and Jack doesn’t exist.

4. Our rp happens on WhatsApp.

5. We do main rp 5 nights a week at 9pm EST - 11:30pm EST, we only require members to participate in one main rp a week.

6. OCs are allowed with approval by admin. No angels, nephilim, archnephilim.

7. We do not accept OCs where you are kids of one of the characters or are married to one of the characters.

Characters we have, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Donna, Meg, Lucifer, Abbadon, Ellen, Jo, Ruby, Rufus, Jody, Balthazar, Rowena, Alex, Bela, Cole, Charlie

Characters we need: Eileen, Crowley, Ash, Garth, Ketch, Kevin, Adam, Missouri, Pam, Claire, Bobby.

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[galacticwildfire]

Sometimes I take a step back and find it funny when I look at the recurring tropes in my fics, both the published and unpublished ones. One I’ve realised is a characters actual kid falling for a character that’s basically their “I wish I could adopt you” one.

I have Leia with my oc Hope Solo and Poe where she’s pretty aware or at least she will be of what’s going on. Too aware for her liking. Secretly shipping from the sidelines until she starts getting a permanent migraine from their spats. Then there’s Bobby Singer and his daughter Stevie with the Winchester brothers. She’s born the year before Sam so he’s always thought it would be a good match, then she ends up with Dean when she’s college aged and he’s in complete and utter denial while John takes one look at them and knows what’s up (and rubs it in Bobby’s face)

I like using the same tropes in different stories like they’re two sides of the same coin. I’ll have the one bed trope in one story which does indeed end sexually and then in another they’re kicking each other over who gets the blanket.

[ao3feeddestiel]

I say I regret you all the time but I know I'm lying to myself

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RfkHbG by I_sometimes_write This is a longer detail of the Castiel and Dean story I made before this one. Castiel and Dean meeting as kids becomes best friends then Castiel begins to have feelings for Dean. But Dean is the sleeping around straight *cough* closeted/ scrared bi *cough* guy. Castiel knows this but still hurts so cue him and Sam having a close friendship because Sam thinks his brother is an idot. But before we get to all of that we will go through their childhood. Basically how Castiel and Dean meet and the story of their love. (later on there will be angst ) (I really suck at summaries so I'm sorry if it seems all over) Should’ve said no Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of You are not the exception (hope that you are) Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, castiel & Oc mother Additional Tags: Human Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel Is In Love With Dean, Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Best Friends, Falling In Love, Chaos Duo Castiel and Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), In Love with my Best Friend, I'm Bad At Tagging, Bobby Singer is Dean and Sam Winchester's Parent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RfkHbG

#IFTTT #I say I regret you all the time but I know I'm lying to myself #I_sometimes_write

[collectiveofdumbasses]

Demons and the Soul: Hunters and Meisters Work Together? A Supernatural and Soul Eater Crossover  Part One: Prologue

I’ve decided to try something new, and post one of my fics on Tumblr as I post it on AO3. If this goes well, I may post all of my fics on here.

Story summary: When Death the Kid and Diana Steele, along with their Weapons, met the Winchesters and Bobby Singer, they had no idea what would come to pass. When they have to come together to fight a great evil, will they be able to get along long enough to defeat it?

Some notes: Tell me if you wanna be tagged in future parts of this story. Also, Audrey has shoulder length red hair and green eyes and wears a grey sundress with black heels, while Diana has pixie cut blonde hair and blue eyes and wears a graphic tee with jeans and combat boots. Third, Diana is agender, and uses they/them. Lastly, I have somewhat melded the lore of each show. I’ll explain more as time goes on.

Meister Diana Steele, along with their Weapon, Audrey Damon, and their friends, Death the Kid and his Weapons Liz and Patty Thompson, were currently about to go into a vampire nest in the woods near Spencer, South Dakota.

“You ready?” Diana asked.

Kid nodded.

Audrey, along with Liz and Patty, glowed and turned into their weapon forms. Audrey became a bow, while Liz and Patty turned into handguns. The Weapons went into their Meisters’ hands, and Diana kicked down the door, and the group went inside.

Immediately, three vampires spotted them. Diana shot one of them down with a blue soul arrow. You see, Diana used parts of their soul as ammunition, seeing as Audrey’s bow form didn’t come with arrows.

Diana watched as Kid shot down the other two vampires. Suddenly more vampires came down the stairs, presumably hearing the commotion. Diana shot more arrows at them.

It went like that for awhile, until there were three left.

Suddenly, the last three vampires were decapitated and fell to the ground. Diana gave Kid a concerned look as three men stepped over the bodies.

There was a tall man with shoulder length brown hair, a man that was a little bit shorter than the first with dirty blond hair, and the last man had a trucker’s hat and a beard.

“Who are you?” Kid asked.

“We should be asking you guys that, seeing as those weapons shouldn’t work against vamps,” the man with dirty blond hair said with a skeptical look on his face.

Diana and Kid shared a look and nodded, and then the Meisters’ weapons glowed and turned back into their human forms.

A look of understanding passed across the man in the trucker hat. “You’re Meisters and Weapons?” he asked.

The Weapons and Meisters looked at the man in disbelief.

He shouldn’t have known that.

#supernatural #soul eater #OC #lgbt characters #death the kid #dean winchester #liz thompson #patty thompson #sam winchester #bobby singer #Demons and the Soul #my fic