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Demigod MC Series: Ares

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares

Lucifer

He cannot overstate what kind of damage this mortal was able to do in their first few seconds in the Devildom...

The instant they got to their feet, they had managed to incapacitate Satan and knock down Beel. Lucifer himself tried to get between them and Diavolo but…

If he hadn’t moved his head, if he was standing just ONE INCH to the left… he wouldn’t have a head anymore. Barbatos was there to intervene, but had he not they could have probably taken out the Avatar of Pride and done critical damage to the Demon Prince himself in one strike...

Frankly, Lucifer prefers not to dwell on that moment... He's sure Ares must be proud of this one...

He pretty much treats the mortal like a live bomb afterward, if he can get away with not interacting with them at all, that’s what he’ll do.

He’s NOT scared of them... much... It’s just that they have a bullish and uncooperative attitude at best and since they know they can take any of them, they don't even consider him - Lucifer, the eldest demon brother - a threat...

But you know what the most frustrating thing is? They won't give him an inch of respect, but they'll always listen to Levi! Levi!!

Look, Lucifer knows he may not hold a rank among the Hell's army and he might not have been a major player in the Celestial/Demonic wars of the day, but he's still the strongest demons here, dammit!! 😡

Lucifer finds nothing is more embarrassing than having to ask Levi of all people to keep the mortal in line because he can't... Oh, the humiliation… He hopes they leave soon...

Mammon

At first, he thought they were scary. But in time he thought they were scary… and also pretty damn awkward.

Mammon wasn’t there when they more or less wiped out the majority of his brothers in the Conference Hall but when he finally showed up he'd never seen Lucifer look so pale… If THAT doesn't make you shit your pants, he doesn't know what will.

Naturally, he kind of toned it down on the "stupid human" stuff real quick after seeing that…

But here's the thing. After the two made a pact together, Mammon started to notice that the MC wasn't all that mean, they were just… violent?

He legitimately thought that they couldn’t stand him for a while until one day a guy on the street called him a dirtbag. The MC threw a punch right there! No questions asked, they just decked that guy!!

It was kind of touching… and messy. Very messy. Did he mention that they’re terrifying yet? 😥

As it turns out, the MC has apparently spent a lot of their life just fighting things and being asked to fight things so they're not very used to showing non-violent affection…

It took him awhile, but he realized that their way of saying, "I like you," is, "I will attack your enemies." So now all he does when his brothers tease him is say, "I'm telling MC!'' and they'll stop immediately. It's great!! 😁

Considers them to be his bodyguard when he goes out to gamble in some… shadier places. Most of the time not even the bouncers want to take on the MC, ain't nobody getting paid enough to lose that many teeth…

Leviathan

Okay, so. It's not very obvious anymore, but he USED to be on the front lines of the war against demons in the Celestial Realm. He was in charge of battle strategies, he led armies, and even now he still holds the highest rank of the royal navy!

So leave it to the kid of a war god to sniff all that out about him, huh…? They appeared to know all about his record the instant they saw him and they actually seemed to respect him for it!

For context, this mortal tells pretty much everybody to shove off but any time he’s around they call him “Admiral” or “sir” and actually pay attention to what he says! He can tell it drives Lucifer insane, but honestly? It’s a bit of an ego boost. 😌

It’s sort of cute when they come to him asking for tactical advice… They get just as into it as he does with his anime and any time he points out something that they haven't seen before they get so excited it's like they're a kid watching a magic trick. HUGE ego boost. 😏

Speaking of anime, it’s hit or miss whether or not they can watch any of it. Anything with good fight scenes (and let’s be honest, not that much talking) they’re on board for. But if the hero and the villain talk to each other for like an episode before throwing punches then the MC will just rant...

MC: “The enemy is distracted... Why aren’t they attacking yet??”

Levi: “Because the villain killed the hero’s best friend and they’re-”

MC: “They could avenge their friend right now if they ended things right here!”

Levi: “MC, we’ve been over this... That’s not how plot works.”

MC: “And now he got away!! See?? They should have killed him when they had the chance!”

Levi: “*sigh*... Let’s just play some CoD.”

Satan

The last thing he remembered when the “human” hopped out of the portal was a sharp pain to the side of the temple and Asmo wailing as he fell unconscious…

Yeeeeah, not great. And unfortunately for the mortal the Avatar of Wrath tends to hold a grudge…

For a comparatively brief moment in time, all of Satan’s considerable ire had shifted away from Lucifer and to their new housemate. They found their bed, clothes, pillows, food, and even their toothbrush cursed!

… But Ares kids must be built from some strong stuff, because half of what he employed didn’t even faze them! He even put an explosive spell on their backpack and not only did they tank the blast, it didn’t hurt them at all!! It was like they’re damn near immortal!

Annnnd they kind of are. Apparently the MC had taken a dip in the River Styx at some point before and became nigh invulnerable…

Was it maybe a little terrifying to know that they had kidnapped a nearly invincible demigod on the level of Achilles? Yes. Did that also mean that they must have had a weakness too? In theory....

Satan honestly devoted a depressing amount of time trying to uncover the “Achilles’ Heel” of his new sworn enemy… until…

The MC was walking with him and Asmo to RAD one morning when they passed by a group of lesser demons harassing a small puppy. Now Satan may be more of a cat man, but NO ONE fucks with animals while he’s around.

He was right about to go over and rip those demons a new one but the MC actually beat him to it! Apparently, the second that they realized what was happening, they launched themselves forward and started bashing the abusers' heads into a wall!

… Live by violence, forgive by violence because in that very moment Satan decided they weren’t so bad after all. He even joined in!

Oh, Asmo gave them both shit all day for the bloodstains on their uniforms and the scratches on their… everywhere, but it’s not like either of them cared. Righteous justice had been served and it was glorious!!

100% would team up with the MC in some kind of vigilante “punish-all-animal-abusers” gig. They have but to ask. 😌

Asmodeus

Oh they TERRIFIED Asmo when they first showed up! How else was he supposed to react?? They brought down his brothers like they were made of cardboard!!

Though he had to admit that the confident, battle-ready look they had about them was sexy as hell, he knew better than to go bear poking! 😣 He avoided them like plague until they finally asked him for a pact.

And then he discovered something… something very unexpected….

They're actually adorable!!!

Okay, like, not in appearance (they look like they could pile drive Cerberus for Pete’s sake!) but he discovered that they have NO CLUE how to handle physical affection. Like zero!!

The first time Asmo actually got the courage to try and hug them he expected them to toss him off, but instead they just stood there like a malfunctioning doll, all flustered and confused… It was so cute!!! 🥰

From that point on, Asmo would take every chance he could to wrap his arms around them or kiss their cheeks just to watch them try and fail to handle it. It's more fun than picking on Levi!!

It took two months for them to finally attempt any kind of reciprocation and even that was adorable! They pecked him on the forehead without thinking about it then nearly passed out from the realization. Apparently, they had never felt like kissing anyone before so he was quite honored!

The brothers know that if the MC's looking too mad to listen to Levi, they just need to call Asmo. A nigh invincible warrior becomes a LOT less scary after you’ve cuddled them into submission! 🤭

Beelzebub

Beel didn't like them one bit, at least not at the beginning. They had managed to get past him and actually attack Lucifer which was NOT a great first impression on their part...

He honestly saw them as a threat for a while, but unlike the rest of his brothers he didn’t avoid them. He just kept an eye on them.... constantly….

Look. Beel is a big guy. Stealth is not his strong suit… If he's tailing you, you're probably going to know about it because there's a six-foot something behemoth in orange following you around while pounding down bags of chips. He's not very subtle…

That being said, after following them around for a while the two finally got to talking and he realized that they didn’t want to hurt anybody or anything. They were just acting on instinct before.

After making the MC promise not to hurt any of his family, they got on much better terms. Hell, he actually got them into fangol!

Beel's sport of choice is pretty much just ultra-violent American football so the MC took a liking to it instantly! After enough begging, the coach let them try out and they got onto his team immediately.

He likes having them as a teammate! They're very good at the game, uh... even if they take it a little too seriously…

They once tried to convince his teammates to decorate the team bus with "the helmets of their fallen foes." They're REALLY into the sport… But hey, they haven't lost a game since they’ve joined. It’ll be fine!... Probably.

Belphegor

Hahaha… He’s in danger… 😥

It took one look at this mortal to make him rethink the whole, “Trick the Human” plan… Since when have humans looked like that?? They could crush his skull under their heel!!

It took all he had in him to play it cool when they first met because his internal monologue was nothing but screaming… THIS was the "human" he had to use to get him out of there?? How in the WORLD was he going to kill them?!

Admittedly, he had to think about it for a while. Belphie's a clever guy… and a demon. So who needs an honorable fight, anyway? If he can’t win one-on-one, then he’ll cheat!

He waited until the MC got the door open and didn't attempt a frontal assault… No laughter, no gloating. He just waited for them to turn their back, claws ready to dig out their heart, and then-!

MC: "Do you really want to try that?"

The MC must have had some kind of danger sense, because they didn't even have to turn around to know what Belphie was doing…

MC: "Look. I like Beel and you're his twin brother… So I'm willing to let this slide. But if you really want to try me…"

MC: *looks over their shoulder with the glare of a bona fide killer* "I won't hold back."

That was... very persuasive.

The MC brought Belphie down to the others peacefully with his tail between his legs and honestly Lucifer was more relieved that he wasn’t a bloodstain on the floor than he was mad… They could have killed him sooo easily…

They did, indeed, forgive and forget about the whole “attempted murder” thing, though Belphie was never quite able to shake off how frightening they were in that moment… He had nightmares for a while.

Thankfully, Asmo clued him in that the MC would melt into a harmless puddle of fluff if they got even the slightest bit of physical affection... Oh, the sweet payback he could dish out... It’s cuddle time. 😏

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themoonandotherslikeit · 4 years

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away - Chapter 19

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose and Dean lost his wife, he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Nineteen, How will we survive this?

Ava

If I could’ve imagined the worst thing in the world, it would’ve been nothing compared to what was in front of me. Dean was a shell, at best. He winced at my touch, and I was trying with every piece of myself not to be angry with him or blame him. How could I? It wasn’t his fault, but fuck I needed him, too. Our daughter was dead, but the guilt was eating him alive. Probably because we all knew that there wasn’t a deal in the world that could get us out of this one. She was just gone.

I didn’t know how we would make it through. The only upside to everything, was that Dean couldn’t see me watching him, and so that’s all I did. I watched him constantly, for any sign or spark that we would be okay, or that he had a plan.

There was nothing.

I walked him in the room to see Nel, like I did when she was a baby, and he met her for the first time. He didn’t even cry, he just placed his hand on her arm and winced away, shaking his head. No. He turned and walked out without me, leaving me in the dust.

Sam caught me outside of the bunker, sitting on the hood of the Impala with my knees pressed against my chest. A half empty bottle of vodka was placed between my feet. The sky seemed dull, like the stars had lost their sparkle, but maybe it was me. Maybe I had lost my sparkle.

“Hey.”

“Sam,” I exhaled his name in a fog of breath into the cold winter night.

“How are you holding up?”

“Not good.” I shook the bottle at him before taking a swig; it stung, but not as much as everything else did. I wiped a tear with the back of my hand. “I don’t know how we are going to survive this, Sam.”

I glanced at him to catch him wince. He lowered himself next to me on the hood of the car, more leaning against it than sitting. “We’ve survived a lot of things that I never thought we would.” He was rubbing his chest with the heel of his hand and in the moonlight I could see a glisten of tears along his lash line.

“But this? She’s our girl, Sam.” I could feel my voice breaking, a spider web crack across my soul.

“I know.” He exhaled out of his nose sharply, with a small smile. “I remember the day she was born.”

“A parent isn’t supposed to live without her child. She was supposed to outlive me… outlive us.”

“We can’t give up,” Sam said intensely, turning to me. “Ave it isn’t over. It can’t be over. Nel and Jack… we will find them, and we will fix everything. I mean, fuck, you’re back after sixteen years. You don’t know what it was like losing you. That did something to Dean, to me… but we survived it, and now you’re back.”

“I want to believe you, Sam, but at some point our luck has to run out. We got Dean back, me back… but you both said it yourselves. God isn’t listening anymore.”

“Just trust me. I believe in us.”

“I want to… I really want to, but look at Dean. He’s gone, and I don’t think I can do this without him.”

“Dean’s strong, Ave. You know that,” Sam began, taking my hand in his. “He just needs some hope. We all do.”

Dean

I hated funerals, from day one I hated them, but this, nothing had ever been as bad as this. I’d lost a lot of people over the years, but nothing could compare to the pain of losing my kid. I stood, leaning on a goddamn walking stick. Ava helped me get dressed like I was a child, and no one would leave me alone for a second, not a fucking second since I’d been home. Every time I thought I was alone, I’d hear the famous hello Dean, and I’d about jump out of my skin. I had no privacy, but more than anything, I had no more fucking time.

I could hear Ava sniffling next to me like it was a loud speaker. I’d already yelled at her once today, so I felt like a big enough dick. I didn’t have a right to reach out and take her hand for comfort, and if I was being honest, I didn’t want the comfort. It was my fault that Nel was dead. I didn’t deserve the relief.

I’d only been home for a few days before we decided we needed to do it. My baby girl had been wrapped in cloth for long enough.

I could smell the gasoline burning my nose, but all I could see was Nel at one year old, standing on two fat wobbly legs, her knees with those little dimples that I thought I could drown in. I could see her with a skinned knee and two big wet eyes, crocodile tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. I could see her hand brush my cheeks as she forgave me for everything I’d done and everything I ever could do. Even at such a young age, she possessed traits that I never could. She was my whole life. At least she should’ve been, but no, hunting was my whole life. Now I didn’t even have that. Everything was ripped from me.

Suddenly I wanted to vomit, but I held my ground, pressing my palms into the smooth, polished wood of my walking stick, and pressed it into the ground. I could feel the heat and hear the hiss of the fire as it gained life.

“Ella,” Claire said, with a shaking voice. She was probably reading from her page that she’d written. It’d become a tradition. Burn your feelings along with the body, let it out into the atmosphere, breathe it into your lungs, and then breathe it out and let it go. But I thought that maybe this time, just this once; I could breathe it in and suffocate.

“I’m not good at this shit, but you deserve it. You deserve a poem or a whole novel of reasons why I love you, but I’m a bad writer. I never know the right thing to say. I’m angry all of the time, but you taught me that even when life expects us to be unhappy, that it’s okay to be happy anyway. I don’t know what to say, so I thought I’d make a list.”

I never noticed when I could see, but the salt and burn funerals smelled kind of like a barbecue.

“I love you because you’re so smart. You can spend all day reading, and I could spend all day watching you read.”

I taught her how to read.

“I love you because your laugh lights up a room. You’ve got the best smile. You could move mountains with it, and you did. You manipulated all of us with your smile.”

“Dad, please?” How could I say no to a face like hers?

“I love you because you knew how to hold a grudge. Jesus, Ella you were so petty it was ridiculous. You brought home a cat to piss off your dad and make a point...” Claire’s voice trailed off, and I could hear her laughing, but it was laced with something else. It was laced with a dark hopelessness. I recognized the sound, because it sounded like my own.

“My two other dads said it was fine. You did say they’d be taking over the parenting when you were in the middle of the ocean, right?”

“But more than anything,” her voice broke and shook with sobs. “I love you, because you are love. Everyone that you meet loves you. You love with everything in your heart. I can see it in your eyes, your face, and your body. You made this weird group a family, and you continued to love all of us even when we couldn’t love ourselves. You loved us, and I will love you my whole life.”

It’s a myth that losing a sense heightens the rest of the four senses. I didn’t gain super smell, or super hearing, but in that moment, I could’ve sworn that I could hear the sound of my own heart breaking. It was loud, like shattering glass inside of my chest. It was too fucking much. “I can’t do this,” I found myself muttering. The walking stick dropped from my hands, and I was running. I could hear Ava calling for me, and fuck it was terrifying. I was running against the blackness, away from the heat and the smoke with my hands out in front of me so I hopefully wouldn’t run smack into a tree.

Nel died. Eleanor died. Jack killed her. He murdered her and sucked her life right out of her.

“I’m scared, Dad. I don’t think I can fight him off much longer. I’m not strong enough.”

I lied to her. I told her I’d be strong enough, and I wasn’t.

I was still running and then I wasn’t. My toe caught something, a hole, a rock; it didn’t matter, because I was falling on my fucking face. My cheek stung as something sliced it right open. So I just laid there, nose in the frozen grass, hot blood falling out of my cheek, and my sunglasses skewed on my face. I probably looked fucking ridiculous, but that didn’t matter, did it? My daughter was dead, nothing mattered. Not anymore.

“Dean,” Ava said, her hand touching between my shoulder blades.

“Just leave me alone,” I snapped. “Just let me fucking be, goddamnit.”

“Dean,” Sam warned in a very parental tone, a tone he learned from me. Serves me right.

“Don’t.”

“I know you’re hurting,” Ava said, her voice breaking. “I am, too. She’s my daughter, too.”

“Not like she was mine.” It wasn’t fair. I was being a monster. Maybe I just needed her to hate me as much as I hated myself.

“You’re right, you stubborn fuck. You got sixteen years with her. I didn’t even get one.” I heard the sound of her stand up and storm away, the soft thuds of her shoes against the grass.

I sighed into the blood that was pooling into my mouth. Maybe Sammy would just let me drown there. I had no such luck, though. He reached around me and rolled me over. “You’re such an asshole,” he complained. “Claire’s gonna kick your ass for ruining Ella’s funeral.”

“Not helping, man,” I grumbled.

“You’re not helping either, Dean. We all love her. Not just you.”

I pulled away from Sam’s grip, and he forced my walking stick back into my hand.

“So fucking make it right with Ava,” he demanded. “She didn’t deserve that.”

He was right.

“I need some time,” I said weakly.

I heard Sam groan and suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder, I recognized the warmth of the palm that grazed over an old scar that had healed. “Cas,” I said with a sigh.

“I’ll come with you, Dean. You shouldn’t be alone.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” I complained.

“We don’t care,” Sam added. “I’m going to check on Ave.”

I nodded in the general direction of my brother’s voice, then turned toward where Cas’ arm was coming from. “I can’t do this, Cas.”

“You’re strong, Dean.”

“No, I’m not. Not strong enough.”

“There’s nothing more difficult than losing a child…”

“We didn’t lose her,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “She was murdered.”

“Dean,” Cas warned.

“Why haven’t you found anything?” I asked, shrugging out of his grip, holding onto the fucking walking stick for dear life.

“I've been searching, but Jack… Jack doesn’t want to be found.”

“What about Heaven?”

I could hear the familiar hesitation in Cas’ breathing that always came when Dean mentioned Heaven.

“You wouldn’t let me lock myself in that fucking box and now my kid is dead. I don’t give a shit if you don’t want to go to Heaven, Cas. Get your ass up there and bring her back,” I demanded with a force that I hadn’t used with Cas before. We were family, who the fuck do I think I am?

“Dean…”

“Don’t Dean me, damn it! Just do it!”

There was a woosh of air, and even though I didn’t see it, I knew that I was alone. For the first fucking time since I’d been blinded, I was completely alone.

Ella

I’d talked Dad into it. Sam thought it was a good idea, and so did Cas, but that didn’t stop Dad’s annoying insistence that I didn’t need an anti-possession tattoo.

“You won’t be anywhere near demons, so it’s a non-issue.”

“You don’t know that!”

We didn’t fight about a lot of things, but hunting was the one exception to the rule.

“You sure you don’t want to get a flower or something?” Dad asked anxiously, scratching the back of his head as the artist shaved the inside of my arm and prepped the area.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Come on and hold my hand, Dad.”

He made an annoyed face at me, sitting in the chair next to me. He took my hand, curling his fingers around mine.

It was a rite of passage, like I was officially a Winchester. So I put on a brave face, but as the stinging started I sucked in my breath.

“Hey kid, you have to remember to breathe.”

“Right,” I said through gritted teeth. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing. My god, I’m a huge baby!

“You remember Kevin?”

What? “Y-yeah I do.”

“He cried like a baby when he got his,” Dad said gently, stroking the back of my hand. “And his mom, Mrs. Tran, took it like a badass. Didn’t even wince.”

I let out a pained laugh and opened my eyes to meet my father’s concerned gaze. It was the same look he gave me when I had appendicitis when I was eight, or when I fell of my bike. I smiled at him tenderly. I knew my whole life that he would never let anything happen to me if he could help it. It was never a question on if I was safe with him. The life didn’t scare me, but I think that’s part of being a Winchester, too. It’s in my blood. The responsibility of knowledge. “You knew a lot of badass women, Dad.”

“I still do,” he said softly, pushing a hair off my forehead.

He was going to teach me how to drive when we left here, officially. I’d gotten my learners permit, and I was dying to learn. He’d been dragging his feet, but he knew I was growing up.

The artist’s gun went back over the same space to thicken the line, and I tensed up, squeezing his hand tighter. “Hey, you’ve got it,” Dad murmured, leaning closer to me. “You’re a fighter, kid. You can get through anything.” He was petting my hair and humming to me softly.

I knew he was feared from other hunters and monsters, but sometimes it was hard to see him for anything other than what he was to me.

There was a loud sound outside of the shop, shouting and something else that I didn’t recognize. The artist let up on the gun, and I sat up, turning toward the front door just in time to see Castiel push through the blacked out glass door. “Cas?” I asked, confused. “What’re you doing here? Is everything okay?”

He looked around confused, his eyebrows together, and his blue eyes scanning the area. “This is your Heaven? Getting a tattoo?”

“Heaven?” I turned to where Dad was sitting to find him gone. It was just Cas, and I alone in the shop. “Shit,” I murmured as everything flowed back to me. Michael. “He killed me, didn’t he?”

“It’s complicated,” Cas said with a sigh. He walked up to me and sat in Dad’s empty seat.

“Cas what happened? What aren’t you telling me?”

He took my hands in his, which made me immediately feel sick to my stomach. He wasn’t known to lie to me, if anything he was the most truthful of the three. He was an angel, and he believed in honesty. In most instances, he believed that we deserved the whole truth. “I will tell you everything,” he agreed, but before he began speaking he pulled me into a tight hug. It was unexpected, and I was stiff at first, but I quickly redirected and wrapped my arms around him. “It is good to see you, Eleanor. It is very good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you, too, Cas,” I whispered into his shoulder.

Castiel was emotional for an angel, sure, but for a person he’d never been much of a hugger. Every time I would try to hug him, he felt stiff and awkward, which was part of his charm nonetheless. But the tightness of his hug told me almost everything that I needed to know. Things were really bad, and as far as solutions go, they sent him to me… which meant that they had none.

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Chapter Twenty, A Little Piece of Heaven

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Part Three: No Guts, No Glory. (Goodbye Stranger S08E17)

Episode Summary: After a few months of silence, Castiel reappears in the reader and Winchesters’ lives telling them Crowley has unleashed several demons into a small town to search for Lucifer’s Crypt, which hold a valuable asset. While interrogating a demon, the four of them have been torturing Meg, who knows the exact location of the Crypt the king of hell is after. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,685.

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You didn't know how many steps ahead you were of Crowley or how much time you had left until he figured out what you had done. His precious hostage and punching bag vanished into thin air. Along with his henchmen that were tirelessly looking for something that didn't belong to their king were dropping like flies. There was one demon left you accidentally let get away. You guessed he went running to his boss to tell him what you did. You were hoping he was hiding in fear of the consequences he'd face once Crowley caught wind of how one little demon let his plan fall apart. Which meant more would be coming your way. As if the king of hell didn't want to see your head on a stick, you were pretty sure this was the final nail in your coffin.

The five of you arrived at the abandoned area where just below your feet laid the crypt in which held the angel tablet. While there was an odd number in your group, Dean was the one who called the shots and told you how all of you were going to split up. You tried your hardest not to disagree with the plans that Dean came up with, knowing he was trying to do what was best. But his idea of how to handle this situation got under your skin a little bit.

“All right, Cas and I will head and get our Indiana Jones on. Sam and Y/N, you stay outside with Meg." Dean instructed all of you how it was going to go. You didn't know why, but you found your position in his plan a little absurd. And you didn't hesitate to show your confusion as to why you were being benched on finding the most important thing next to the demon tablet. "We got this, Y/N. I'd feel a lot better if you stayed on the sidelines for this one."

"Are you kidding me? I'm more than capable of tagging along with you." You told him. "Besides, I'm not letting you go in there alone."

“He won’t be alone.” Cas corrected you about his added presence with the Winchester.

“That’s not what I meant.” You rolled your eyes in frustration from how the angel could be literal about these kind of things. "Sam and Meg can hang here, watch our backs."

“Oh, what? Now you trust Sam to babysit Meg?” Dean asked you. He knew well enough in the process of trying to get you to change your mind he dragged his little brother down from his actions that he took that lead Meg into Crowley’s grasp. “Like the last time ended so well.”

“Hey, I can learn to forgive and forget.” Meg jumped up into the conversation to at least defend herself when she heard her name being dragged out to make her look bad. “And besides, I got you this far.”

“Shut up, Meg.” You and Dean spoke in usion, ordering for the demon to keep herself out this conversation. You weren't backing down from trying to put yourself in danger Dean didn't want you near. You could waste all your breath in your lungs, but there was not a single chance in hell he was letting you anywhere near the crypt. Or letting you walk around anymore with the facade that everything was perfectly fine. When it clearly wasn’t. "Y/N, Sam and I saw your bloody tissue in the trash can, okay?"

You felt your expression falter for a second from what you heard, the truth that you thought wouldn't come to the light was suddenly thrown into the spotlight. You looked over at the younger Winchester to see that he was silent through this conversation, but his concern for you was clear as day on his face. You let out a slight chuckle, trying to back pedal away from this far as you could. "Guys, I'm fine—"

“Stop. Just stop.” Dean cut you off before you could come up with some half excuse that you felt perfectly okay. When it was clear you weren’t. You crossed your arms over your chest when you heard him share his concern for you that was perfectly justified. “Y/N, we don’t know what’s in there, okay? And you almost let a demon get the best of you back there.”

“I’m fine.” You stressed the word, not sure what else you could say to get your lie across.

"No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine since the first trial. That's why I called Cas." Dean said, nodding his head to the angel standing next to you. "I thought maybe he could talk some sense into you."

“Trial?” Meg asked, curious as to what the talk was all about.

"Shut up, Meg." You silenced the demon once again after she tried poking her nose into a conversation she didn't belong in. You tried your hardest to keep your calm from how this was all going, his attempts at trying to back you into a corner only added fuel to your anger. "Dean, I'm telling you for the last time—I'm okay. We're all okay."

“You’re the one who’s completing the trials?” The angel knew about you and the boys' decision about closing the gates of hell after learning about it from Kevin. All though he didn't know much as to what was required or the effects it would have, he knew it wasn’t going to be without a bit of sacrifice. Cas was able to pick up on the human eye couldn't. And what he could sense made him feel uneasy. He looked over to the Winchesters and gave them a disapproving look. "How could you let her do this? Especially in her condition?"

"We all know Y/N's not the listening type. Sam and I warned her," Dean said, giving you a shake of his head in frustration from how all of this ended up. "But she stole it out from under me."

“Right. Wasn't that after walked out on me when I told you about how you were going to be a father? Let’s not forget that little detail. I was pissed off.” You said. Meg was didn't what she was told in being quiet, but hearing all these juicy details made her curious as to what unfolded during her absence. “I saved your ass from being a hell hound’s chew toy.”

"And you could have been ripped—" Dean brought up an argument you heard a thousand times before from his younger brother. It was the reason why he didn't want you anywhere near the first trial. You could have been ripped apart by the hell hound, you could have ended up dead. But you were still here. Ready and willing to do whatever needed to be done.

"I know what I'm doing. I'm doing this for our child. You wanted to do it because you only know how to run away from your problems and not face them head on." You knew what came out of your mouth was a low blow that didn't need to be said. Dean was only addressing his concern for keeping you safe from more danger. "So I coughed up a little blood. What's the big deal? I'm fine."

“Y/N...” Cas didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but he felt it was necessary to give you the reality you were trying so hard to ignore. “You’re damaged in ways even I can’t heal.”

"What?" You asked the angel. You suddenly felt yourself growing nervous at what this meant for the being you were carrying at this exact moment. Everything that you digested, everything you put into your body went straight to the baby. You were hesitant to hear the answer from the question you were about to ask next. "What...What does this mean for the baby?"

"So far I can tell there's been no sort of damage done to the fetus. It's been growing at a healthy rate. Which surprises me, considering what kind of stress your body has been going through." Cas said. You felt somewhat relieved at what you were hearing, in your head it was another sign that things were going to be okay in the end. Things like this weren't going to be easy, you were expecting the road to be bumpy. "I agree with Dean. You should stay out of the way and protect Meg with Sam."

“Since when do I need protecting?” Meg asked.

“Since you were held captive and tortured for over a year.” Cas responded back with the truth.

Meg knew there was no sense in arguing with that point. Dean pulled out the demon knife from the inside of his jacket pocket and handed it over to his brother for safekeeping. You looked away to the distance when Dean tried to apologize for how things had to be, you didn't want to hear any of it. He let out a quiet sigh and followed behind the angel, heading into the building in search for the tablet. You were left with Sam and the demon you were supposed to be keeping an eye on, doing the important job of tagging the walls to keep out Crowley and his goons.

You covered your nose and mouth with your jacket when you sprayed yet another symbol over the wall to keep out any demons. Sam was off on the other side of the building, not too far, doing the same thing as well. Meg was even pitching in by doing her own graffiti to keep out her fellow siblings. You hoped that the both of you could work in complete and total silence, but it seemed Meg was still holding a grudge about the lack of help she was given the year before.

“Wait—so I took how many bullets for those boys, and Sam didn’t even try to look for me? Like, once?” Meg asked you questions you couldn’t answer. You merely shrugged your shoulders and went on working. She scoffed at the man’s lack of empathy. “My hero.”

"If it makes you feel any better, he ignored the entire world for a year." You said. "And if I was still around, I sure as hell wouldn't look for you."

Meg should have seen that one coming, considering you and her never shared a strong bond together. She decided to change the subject, to something she was curious to learn more about. "What's with all the 'trial' and 'being damaged' crap?"

"Look, no disrespect, but I really don't care for you.” You told her how you felt about her. “You haven't exactly been the most trustworthy person in our lives, Meg. I’m not going to suddenly tell you all my deepest and darkest secrets.”

“Seriously? How am I not Team Y/N? I honestly missed you while you were gone. It wasn’t the same without you, Mutt.” Meg said. You turned your head to look over at the demon when you heard the nickname she knew you hated being mentioned once again. Even with half your face covered, she could see your wrath peeking through. A subtle hint you weren't going to give her the answers she wanted to hear. "Fine. Whatever it is, you okay dying over it?”

You scoffed at her presumption, “I’m not gonna die.”

"This is a safe space, Y/N. You can tell me the truth. It might have been Sam who I spent time walking in that corpse of his, but he gave me an insight to your little sad thoughts and feelings. And I was the one who helped mold you into the person you are today." Meg's attempt at trying to get you to soften up only made your face scrunch up. You told her she was acting creepy, she smiled. "Here's what I remember. Deep down, in the parts you try to never let see the light of day, you want nothing more than to live a happy life with your little beau. Away from creepy old things like me."

"You're right. I do." You agreed with the woman's presumption that was somewhat spot on. You let out a quiet sigh, dropping the paint can to your side and uncovered your mouth to let you breathe in the fresh night air. "During the time that the boys thought I was dead...I wasn't. I was spending it as someone else."

"I don't understand." Meg said. "You just ditched and ran for the hills?"

“It’s not that easy. A lot built up for me that I needed some time away.” You said. You hoped that it was enough for her to leave the topic alone. You shook the spray can in an attempt to get back to work. When you glanced back over at the demon, she seemed even more intrigued to find out more. You let out a sigh of defeat. “The reason why Sam didn’t look for you that year was because he fell in love with someone. And I lived as someone else for two years.”

“Wait. The both of you spent time away from hunting to be with a couple of normies? Lame. I thought you ditched those boys for some vacation time somewhere nice.” Meg said. “You has one chance to anywhere in the world and live it up, but you choose the simple life?

"Whatever. I didn't expect you to understand. You've always been trying to be Daddy's favorite demon." You muttered under your breath. You felt a little bit embarrassed that you were telling a thing like Meg of all people your personal feelings. "Let's just work quietly and pretend I didn't say anything."

"Come on. I was kidding. I know your life hasn't been easy. And I haven't exactly made it any better. But you don't even trust me with just a little bit more detail? Our dad's not around anywhere to tell us what to do. We're free to speak among ourselves. We can finally do what we want. Cut me, do I not bleed, Y/N? I'm not the same demon you met all those years back." Meg tried for you to lower your guard down to make you more comfortable. You walked over to another part of the building and was ready to paint another symbol, when you heard her speak of Lucifer in a new way, you dropped your back down to your side and looked at the demon. "So, what lead Y/N Y/L/N to quit hunting for a little while and ended up with you getting knocked up with a bun in the oven? Spare no details."

If someone were to tell you when you first met Meg Masters almost eight years ago you'd be telling her how you got to this point in your life; you'd probably throw yourself into oncoming traffic to stop it from happening. You almost never told anyone about personal details like this. But here you were, spilling your guts a made with Crowley that was used to his own advantage. There was the part about sleeping with a soulless Sam for an entire year while you and Dean were broken up you quickly glossed over. You told her about how Crowley and Cas somehow looped in Josh to all of this crazy mess that ended with them getting exactly what they wanted; you were human and your demon side was finally free. Only it all ended with you killing the bitch after she spent a few days torturing you.

It wasn't being put through hell and having unimaginable things being done to you that wanted you to take a break. Or dealing with a soulless Sam and the endless trouble it caused trying to get him back to normal. Seeing Dean trying to live a normal life with a woman that wasn't you, with a family he didn't belong in. They were your problems. And they were solved. You saved the day once again, but the people you knew closest to you lied right to your face that lead you to begging for Cas to let you live as someone else. Just for a little while. Because you needed a break from it all. You didn’t want to be someone who was born a monster. You didn’t want to be a part of someone’s master plan. You just wanted to be...normal. Plain.

Meg knew about the year that Dean was still on earth and Sam was hunting, it was after she didn't know about. You told her about how accidentally hitting a dog made Sam meet the woman he fell in love with and lived a normal life for that entire year. You reminisced about the life you had when you were Y/F/N. She was a college professor who was happily married to a man named James, a recently promoted detective. She had two parents who loved her. She had friends that she had dinner parties with and went out with for brunch. She graded papers and taught lessons. You did all those things for two years, a comfortable routine that you desperately needed to experience.

All though the little vacation was exactly what you needed, you remembered a week before the boys found you the routine starting to grow...tedious. A part of you was starting to feel restless. Like there was always a fraction of the real you in Y/F/N’s head telling you that all of this was a temporary thing. You were waiting for something to take you back to bigger and better things. That's when the boys came along and whisked you back to your reality.

"Sam wants to live a happy and normal life, far away from this. And I'm happy for him that he found what he wants. But I don't want to settle for just one thing. I grew up living a normal life. And it's boring. I want

lives." You admitted to her. "I want to be able to go hunting for a monster and come to know to a family. I want to take my kid to the park. Go see them in school plays and sporting events. I just...I want to know that in all of this crap and darkness there can be some good. At the end of it all, I just want to give the boys a family. Some hope that they can have happiness."

"Wait. Hold on. There's one part I don't understand." Meg said. You raised your brow slightly, wondering exactly where you lost her during the past few minutes you spent recapping all that happened. "You snagged both of the Winchester brothers? I always thought you were a goody two shoes and too scared to get yourself laid. Maybe there is a little minx underneath it all."

"I'm sorry, I just told you everything that we went through and that's your takeaway?" You asked her, not sure why you were in such disbelief at her first reaction. "About the fact that I...you know what. I'm not even gonna say it. What else did I expect?"

"Oh, I heard the rest. How you pretended to be Y/F/N, the boys found you and happy reunion. Sam fell in love with a unicorn and you got knocked up with Dean's second kid." Meg said. You rolled your eyes in annoyance from how her personality could take something so meaningful and turn it into a joke. "It was beautiful, then sad, then sadder. Even a little bit erotic. I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little. And honestly, I kind of get it."

"Wait," You were taken back at her honesty. "Really?"

"You want this kid to have a good life. You want to let them do what they want. No putting them in a box and telling them what to do." Meg said. "Even though my heart may be black as my eyes, in some kind of pathetic way...I respect you. And maybe I'm even a little bit jealous."

"I..." You fell silent for a moment, not sure what to say from the confession you just heard. Were you having a heart to heart with the same demon who tried to kill you countless times? Who called you mutt and pushed you into becoming exactly like her. You felt like you were thrown into the twilight zone. "Why? I always thought you hated me."

"I did. Like a sibling who got all the attention. You were always Lucifer's favorite. He doted on you, everything we did was for you. But you never laid down and did what he wanted. You've always been a go-getter. People tried to corner you and you always found a way out. I respect that. You’re a fighter. Don’t forget that.” Meg seemed to be speaking from the heart she lost a long time ago. Demons might not be able to feel anything but pain and joy for all the wrong reasons, but she was speaking with complete honesty to you. "Just remember something when you're doing these trials. You can take the girl out of the demon, but you can't take the demon out of the girl."

You furrowed your brow slightly from her ominous sounding warning. “What do you mean?”

"Mommy wants something. Mommy goes about trying to get it, not knowing what she's dragging her kid into. Mommy dies and the child's screwed over. Sound familiar, Y/N?" Meg asked you. Your expression slowly dampered, knowing exactly what she was getting at. "On your journey through whatever the hell it is you're trying to do...try not to become what you hate the most."

You felt your teeth sink into the inside flesh of your cheek from the unexpected warning coming from Meg. Of all the people in the entire world, it felt like she was trying to guide you to a path where it didn't end up with you...turning out like your mother. You didn't want to think about if she was just subtly trying to get under your skin, knowing exactly what the trials were about from overheard conversations in her captivity. But she had done a lot for you and the boys over the past few years. Maybe there was a slightest change in Meg's cold, dark heart. You would never really know the answer, because trouble was about to come your way.

You realized in that moment when you saw a demon come running after you with a rather intimidating looking pipe, you had no weapon to defend yourself with except for a can of spray paint. Ruby's knife was still with Sam, who was nowhere to be found. You could only guess he was bombarded with his own demons, but you still called out the man's name to let him know you needed his help. You managed to dodge the swing that almost hit your head and a few other swings the demon tried to get in.

You weren't sure if it was adrenaline or you were starting to feel like yourself when you managed to over power the demon, grabbing a hold of the weapon and attacked her, shoving her straight into the wall and gave you the upperhand. You still had the can in your hand, and without hesitation, you sprayed it directly in her eyes to take her off guard. Funny enough, the cheap shot actually worked. It gave you enough time to grab a hold of her again and threw her in the direction of Meg to finish the job. She stabbed the demon with the angel blade you didn’t know where she had gotten from, but it did the job.

The encounter made you feel out of breath, but seeing the success of killing the two demons made you break out into a small smile at what you and Meg had accomplished on your own. All though the adrenaline was quick to wear off, suddenly you felt dizzy and weak in the knees. You were almost sure you were going to fall straight to the ground from how faint you felt, but before you did, you felt a pair of arms come to your rescue. Your mind went into panic mode from the unexpected touch, but the person helping you was none other than Sam, who came running back soon as he could. You inhaled a deep breath to try and compose yourself back to normal while the younger Winchester opened his mouth to ask if you were all right.

Before any words could be spoken or another action to take place, you felt yourself jump slightly in Sam's grasp at the unexpected booming sound coming from the building just next to you. It made the ground beneath your feet shake and you to look up into the night sky when the sound was like a clasp of thunder. You might not have known what the noise was all about, but Sam figured out what was going on below in the crypt. Dean and Cas got the angel tablet. But it seemed someone else wanted to get his hands on it next.

“I believe they’re playing my song.” You felt your skin crawl off the bone from the familiar accent coming from behind you. You didn’t need too many guesses to know who was here to interrupt your plans for tonight. It seemed Crowley had finally caught up to all of you. You felt yourself stiffen at the mere sight of him. "Love what you've done with the place. You really think all that was gonna keep me out forever?"

“At least long enough for Dean and Cas to get the tablet and get out.” Sam told the demon.

"Castiel. So, that's who's been poking my boys—and not in the sexy way." Crowley always had a sarcastic charm about him that you always found irritating. You hadn't seen the demon face to face properly since you were only six weeks and had no clue what was going on inside your own body. Now here the both of you were, time passed and he had one less little doggy to play with. "Got a bone to pick with you, Kitten. After what you did to my poor dog. And many more things you still need to make up for. You never did apologize for ruining my little art project."

“You gonna talk us to death or get down to it?” Meg asked.

“There’s my whore.” Crowley said to the woman who had been his captive for over a year. You gave him a dirty glare from his name calling that you never liked to hear. Meg didn’t seem to be the least affected by the word. She’d been called worse in her time. “I’m not here for my dearly departed, though. I’m here for the stone with the funny scribbles on it.”

"That's not gonna happen." You said to the king of hell, bursting his little bubble. "Now, why don't you save us all the trouble and crawl back to whatever hole you crawled out from? Unless you want to come over here and let me show you what I did to your little pooch.”

“Love it when you get all tough, Kitten. Touches me right where my bathing suit goes." Crowley said. Your face scrunched up in disgust at his remark. If he wanted you even more pissed off, then you were. The demon almost rarely got his hands dirty, but when it came down to it, he was willing when it came to things he wanted. He pulled out what appeared to be an angel blade from his jacket. It seemed everyone had one of them these days, except for you and the Winchesters. "Speaking of which, you never properly thanked me for telling you about your little bun in the oven. To be honest, I'm quite hurt. However...I can think of a few ways to satisfy myself. No pun intended.”

You felt there was a slight advantage in this fight with Sam and Meg still able to fight off Crowley. Maybe there was a chance you could take him down once and for all. But it seemed killing the king of hell wasn't your fight to win. Meg turned her head to look at you and Sam. She nodded her head to the building she couldn't enter.

“Go. Save your brother and go get your unicorn, Sam." Meg ordered at the two of you. Sam gave the demon a confused look as to what she was saying, but there was no time to explain what you told her. She looked over at you, having no clue the both of you were about to be exchanging insults for the last time. "Give 'em hell, Mutt."

"Back at you." You said, your lips stretching into a smirk. "Bitch."

You and Sam didn't waste any more time, using what precious seconds you had left to go running straight into the building. A part of you felt bad leaving Meg out there on her own to ward off the enemy. It wasn't the first time she had done this for you. You followed behind Sam as the both of you made your way around the place, trying to find Dean and Cas before Crowley somehow got in and started slashing through the competition. The both of you found a staircase that lead down to the basement area and directly down to the crypt.

You didn't have much time to look around the place and see what Lucifer made of it. You were more worried about calling out Dean's name and waiting for him to respond to the sound of your panicking voice. You and Sam saw him standing in the bottom level of the building, alone. You looked around, wondering if the angel was around here somewhere, but it seemed it was just the older Winchester. You let out a frustrated breath. You had little time to worry about the whereabouts of a certain angel.

“Where’s Cas?” You asked the older man.

“He’s gone.” Dean said. “Meg?”

"We gotta go." Sam warned his brother. "Now."

All of you headed out of the crypt and back to ground level to make your escape before Crowley could find out what you were doing before he could get that payback he was talking about. You made it to the Impala and opened up the backseat door in record time. Before you got in, you turned your head to waste a few precious moments to see where Meg was. As if a part of you figured she was going to get the revenge she wanted on the king of hell that had a hit on her head since he took power. You tried to see how the fight was going, but you felt yourself being shoved inside by one of the boys at the lack of time you had.

You quickly looked over your shoulder and out the back window of the Impala to get a better view. Meg was bloody and probably going to have some more bruises from the fight that Crowley was giving her, but she was a bitch who could withstand a punishment. You felt your lips stretch into a smile when you saw Crowley become distracted at the sight of you and the boys making your getaway, no Cas in sight. Which meant he got tricked with the idea that the stone was long gone. Meg took her opportunity to stab the king of hell with the angel blade straight into the arm. For a moment it seemed like the fight was going to crown Meg as the winner. But you took bets a little too fast.

Your smile was quickly wiped right off your face at what you unfold next; Crowley got the upperhand in the fight. You watched as the demon swiftly stabbed Meg straight in the chest, one little move and that was it. You saw Meg's lifeless body hit the concrete, right as Dean slammed his foot on the gas and sent the Impala flying forward. You felt your nails dig into the leather seats as you saw Crowley grow smaller in the distance. For some reason, despite Meg being a bitch who got under your skin. Called you names and was all around a nuisance to your life...you didn't want things to end like this for her. As if you didn't need a reason to take that bastard down once and for all, he just gave you another one.

+ + +

You and Sam might have been dealing with the wrath of hell and their king just a short while ago, it seemed things between Dean and Cas were just as crazy. You listened to how Cas started to go all sorts of crazy when the both of them found the tablet. He beat the crap out of Dean, to the point where he wasn't sure if he was going to make it. But Cas healed him back up, and vanished from sight with the tablet. You rubbed your eyes in frustration from what you were hearing. It seemed with every passing year you were getting a new side of Cas. Crazy Cas. Control Freak Cas. And it seemed since he got back from purgatory with a little heavenly help you had been dealing with a Cas who had someone pulling his strings, leading him to the tablet.

“So, what happened?” You asked, trying to wrap your head around what unfolded. “I mean, Cas touched the tablet, and it reset him to his factory settings or something?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. All I know is that he is off the reservation with a heavenly WMD.” Dean said. You let out a sigh from hearing all of this. While you might have been disappointed to hear about Cas and his struggle to find who he was once again, the older Winchester had a few things in the back of his mind he wanted to get off his chest. “Listen, guys, I can’t any more lies—from anyone.”

You swallowed at hearing the word coming out of Dean's mouth, knowing they were directed towards you. You had to admit you were starting to feel bad for the behavior you had been doing. Keeping secrets and lying between your teeth, it was a bad habit you hated. Because most of the time it was coming from other people. But it seemed the shoe was now on the other foot. You were the one covering up secrets that shouldn't have been hidden, lying about your health that clearly wasn't what it used to be. Most importantly, you weren't the only one going through the trials.

“I know. And I'm sorry. I should have told you both. I...I just wanted to believe that I was okay. I don't know." You apologized to the brothers for making them worry. “It was stupid of me. I've been so wrapped up in my own head lately with everything, I felt like I could do it all on my own."

“Well, you heard what Cas said—that first trial hurt you in the ways that even he can’t heal.” Dean said. You let out a quiet sigh from the repeated information that sent a shiver down your spine for what else might be ahead for you. “I’m not trying to scare you, sweetheart. I need you to be honest with us from here on out.”

"You're right." You said, nodding your head. "And I will be."

“Listen, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials…” Dean wasn't the type of person who liked to get into the moment and share his feelings. But he always was willing to reassure you that you weren't alone. “but I can carry you.”

You felt your lips stretching into a smile at how cheesy the words sounded when they first came out of his mouth. All though you knew he meant well and tried to express his support to you, Dean couldn’t take all the credit for his heartfelt words. Sam wondered why the words sounded so familiar to him. He wasn't the type to ruin a good moment like this, but he couldn't help but mention it.

"You realize you kind of just quoted 'Lord of the Rings,' right?" Sam asked his brother. You felt the ends of your lips stretch into a wider smile at what you just heard, and how right the younger man was. Dean was always supportive and tried his hardest to give a good speech, but he cherry picked from popular references to get the mood just right. You weren’t complaining. It was kind of sweet in a way at how he tried to at least give you

"Come on, man. Why do you got to ruin the moment like that? And if it is, so? It's the Rudy hobbit." Dean defend himself for what he said in the moment. Sam couldn’t help himself when he let out a chuckle. "Rudy hobbit always gets a pass."

"Wherever it came from, I still think it's sweet. It means the world to me that you guys have been supporting me through everything. If it wasn't for you both, I don't think I would be able to do this." You sat on the edge of your seat so you were leaning against the front seats, making it easier so you could show your appreciation to them. You gave a tight hug to Sam from behind and placed a kiss on the temple of Dean's head. It never hurts to take the time to acknowledge how much crap you put them through. "I love you both. You know that, right?"

"All right. All right. Let's leave the touchy feely stuff for the bunker. I'm trying to drive." Dean said. You laughed quietly to yourself and obliged, sitting back down in your seat before you could distract him even more from the road. A moment of silence fell between the three of you, leaving you alone with your own thoughts about the things that unfolded tonight. The things that were said, and what you discovered. Dean knew one thing for sure. "This family is all we need. That's for damn sure."

Dean turned up the music for the rest of the ride back home, knowing it was going to be a long one. You got yourself comfortable and looked out the window to the nighttime scenery pass you by. Cas was out there with the angel tablet with no way of being able to get ahold of him. Meg was dead. And you were finding out doing the trials wasn't what you thought they were going to be. You were physically damaged in ways modern medicine probably couldn't explain and not even an angel could cure. If you were honest, you were a little bit scared about what this meant for the future. A future in which meant no demons were going to exist.

You were going into this situation with blind faith, yes. But you were doing this for one reason. To give your child a better life you never had. What Meg said about trying not to become what you hated...you knew she was talking about your mother. Her desire to have a child of her own drove her to do insane things. And while she tried to fix her mistakes, they inventively bit her in the ass. Your life was tough for a while, but you were starting to pick up the pieces. You weren't going to be like her. You would have done the trials regardless if you were pregnant or not. Because it was you who was supposed to be the one doing them.

One has to get their hands dirty to get what they wanted out of life. If it meant enduring yourself into whatever God intended to close the gates of hell, so be it. Because it was all going to be worth it in the end.

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