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yelenasdog · 3 years

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FUCK IT- DEAN THINKING OF EMMA YEARS AFTER SAM KILLS HER BC CANON SUCKS

btw for those of yall who dont remember ms. emma, she was dean’s amazonian daughter LOL

warnings: this is 1.3k words, has many plot inconsistencies ,and is basically an au where the slice girls happened before the whole amy situation. dean is kinda sick and creepy at one point but like bc he wants revenge ig? idk. also ik i have some mutuals who are also just starting spn, so s7 spoilers! LOL enjoy this mess

He had shaken his head, laughed, and looked up to the indigo sheet that rested above him, seeing how the stars seemed... dull. It was odd, as most nights, it was one of the few things that Dean Winchester would truly rely on always remaining the same.

For all his years as a hunter, through shitty motels, through demons and monsters and angels and apocalypses. The stars always were there when the sun would fall and the moon would arise, twinkling at him as if to say “we’re still here”. In fact, even before he was a hunter, though that time slot is miniscule as the salt grains he so heavily appreciated (and sometimes grew to loath), he would sit outside on the damp grass with his mother.

He would sit, and he would look up and smile at the dark sky, smiling at what Mary had told him about the stars.

“They’re angels.” She had said, leaning down to talk softly in her baby’s ear, playing with his soft brown locks. “All the people who died and went to Heaven.” She had lied, lied right through her teeth. Not that she knew it, of course. She knew the same was true about demons, so why wouldn’t it ring true with the supposed angels she believed in so fiercely?

But Dean still held that memory with him, even when she was gone, despite knowing it wasn’t truthful.

It was after a Djinn hunt, Dean was fifteen, sixteen in four days, matter of fact. His responsibilities had begun to evolve from watching over Sammy while his father was away (which he now knew he would never really stop doing), to assisting on hunts, learning from the elder Winchester for when he inevitably would have to take over the “family business”.

“Right, so a Djinn will poison their victim, putting them in a comatose state- Hey, are you listening to me at all? Did you hear a word I just said?” John had shouted, his son not even flinching as he would when he would be in the same position just a few years prior.

“When in the comatose state, the Djinn puts them in their dream life while they feed on the person, which is where the genie lore came from.” He recited, never looking down from where his head was angled upwards, enthralled by the stars. All the talk of dreams, wishes, he couldn’t help but think what life would be like if he was living his. Maybe get to be on the football team, have his own home, his own room, even.

Having his mom. Not having extensive knowledge on the fact that there really was a reason to be afraid of the dark.

As he got older, his idea of a “dream life” had changed. In a flurry, it seemed like it had somehow changed from having a normal high school experience and his mom being alive (even though that part never changed, just faded towards the back of his mind), to pushing that away and gravitating towards drinking, drugs, and girls. All only to come back to wanting a domestic life, one that he had with Lisa and Ben. He wanted that, badly, and when it was ripped away, he felt like a piece of his heart had been ripped out, too.

So he didn’t talk about it. He left, it hurt, and he didn’t talk about it, because that’s just what Dean Winchester did. He got snappy, moody, and slipped back into the habits and youthful rush of his years prior, much to Sam’s disappointment. Back to the girls, back to the drinking, all of it.

Nothing had stood out to him about the night he’d had with Emma’s mom. She was normal, the drinks were normal, all of it. It was routine, almost.

What was not routine, was having to return the next day, and finding a baby when there was not one there before. Even more out of the norm, was when the baby began to speak as if it were 8 years old. And so as him and Sam began to put together the pieces like some sort of fucked up jigsaw puzzle, it began to dawn on him; He could try again.

Sure, his daughter was a crazy Amazonion, and sure, it wouldn’t be ideal with being on the road and all, but family was family, right? But he knew it wouldn’t be easy, he was prepared to fight the internal battle he knew he would be cursed with. But she was innocent, she hadn’t killed anyone yet.

He pondered it, as he stood, walking over to the fridge. He knew this was an act, he knew that there was barley any hesitance in her heart as she stood, preparing to slain her father. Dean knew this, yet he couldn’t bring himself to kill her, take the easy shot. She was human, and she was his daughter.

Sam, on the other hand, showed no such mercy.

And Dean was grateful to his brother for saving his life, for killing the monster that he didn’t have the guts to gank. They’d killed blood before, no problem. Samuel was a problem, a threat, so he had to go. And Dean supposed that Emma shouldn’t have been different. Blood doesn’t always equal family, he supposed.

That night, he stepped outside of another shitty motel, telling Sam he had gone out for a smoke. And as he looked up at the sky, he tossed back his head and he laughed at the stars, as it no longer seemed like they were comforting him, but rather mocking him. Because Emma wasn’t up there. She wasn’t a sparkling ball of light, shining down on him.

Rather, she was probably scared, cold, and alone down in purgatory, fighting to stay alive. And the worst part was that he put her there. A day on Earth, barely getting a handle on things, and she’s thrown into purgatory by her father, of all people. And he knew that hopefully she would find some other Amazons that had managed to stay alive down there, and that with her strength and all, she would have a chance to survive.

But truthfully? He doubted she would. She was a tough kid, sure. But with the vamps and wendigos and whatever the Hell else was down there, he was having a hard time having faith.

It was only mere weeks later when Sam had let Amy off the hook.

And a part of him was bitter, angry, saddened. So why did Amy get to live? Why did Dean have to watch his blood, his daughter, get slaughtered by Sam, just because she was a monster? Why in God’s name did she have to die, but Sam’s little friend from however many years ago, got to live “just ‘cause”? It wasn’t right, none of it was.

And so he thought it would feel satisfying to drive the knife into her, to see the life leave her eyes.

But it didn’t, and Dean was confused as to why, as simple as it may have seemed. When he turned to see her son standing in the doorway, tears beginning to roll down his face, he understood.

And when he had made it to purgatory all that time later, through the threats and scares pumping through his mind, he was consumed by thoughts of Emma. He wanted to ask Benny if he’d seen an Amazonian, who could be any age really, with orange hair and warm brown (or fiery red, depending on her mood) eyes. He wanted to grab and interrogate every creature in that damned place, demand them for answers. Though, he was afraid he wouldn’t like said answers.

He would find himself thinking of Emma right up until the moment he died, thinking for a moment that he would finally get to see her again, sort things out. After all, part of her was still human, or moreso, part of her was not a monster.

Even then, Benny was a monster, but he loved him like a brother, he’d do anything and everything for him. Sam, his own brother, was even a monster at one point, and Dean still loved him more than life itself. And when he would think back on this every so often, all he could think of, was why couldn’t he have loved her?

#also this isnt mary slander i love mary #fuck john #he's not rlly mentioned here but fuck john anyway #basically i just think that emma's storyline could have had so much potential and could have been used to develop dean's whole familial arc #like a lot further #bc i rewatched the slice girls to write this #and i just think that they began kind of handling it really well but then moved on from it way too quickly #supernatural #dean winchester #the slice girls #season 7 #s7 spn #spn s7 #sam winchester #mary winchester #john winchester #jensen ackles #k bye #emma winchester

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huntertales · 6 years

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Part One: WWBSD? (Southern Comfort S08E06)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader team up with Garth, who has taken over Bobby’s job, but the reader isn’t happy to hear this. The four of them work together to hunt down an avenging spirit that’s possessing people who have a grudge against someone and murders them. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,203.

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You loved the Winchesters brothers with all of your heart, they were your surrogate family when your mother was brutally killed and John took you in as his own all those years ago. The three of you had been to hell and back, quite literally. There was nothing you wouldn't do for each other. Hell, you were pretty sure you did just about anything to make sure they were safe. Your family wasn't perfect, it was far from it—and you’d admit that in a heartbeat—but it was yours. And like traditional families, there was arguments and disagreements. But it didn't stop after a few days when they’ve all forgot about what they were fighting about. The boys carried on for long as they possibly could by bringing up the same argument over and over again.

When there was a disagreement between the both of the brothers, you were stuck in the middle, but you refused to pick a side, like always. Because what you thought the boys were arguing about this time around boiled down to what Sam did last year. You'd admit that the younger Winchester's choices were a bit selfish on his brother's safety. But you would be coming out as a hypocrite if you agreed with Dean. You weren't going to give the older Winchester satisfaction to lashing out his brother all the time for what he decided to do. And you weren’t going to let Sam think ditching Kevin for an entire year was the right thing to do.

The boys fighting like cats and dogs was nothing new. You lost count the times all of you argued over things that you felt was going to be the straw that broke the family up for good. No matter how bad it got, there was someone who you could count on to make things better. When you and Dean were ready to kill one another when he made a deal with a crossroads demon to bring his brother back to life, and then you selling yourself to Crowley to replace his spot in hell. Then Sam’s demon blood addiction that Dean despised. How he was so close to letting his brother rot in the panic room and die.

And then the time you broke up with Dean while the apocalypse loomed in the background. The moment where the both of you hit rock bottom and lost all hope for getting a way out of it. Dean was ready to say yes to Michael and you did anything in your power to put Lucifer back in the cage. The both of you were so ready to give up on it all. But there was someone who always dragged you back up and knocked some sense back into your thick skull. Time and time again.

It had been a few days since the vamp nest, and much as you wished that things had calmed It had been two days since the incident on the docks after you helped take down the vamp nest that introduced Sam to Benny Lafitte, who was fresh out of purgatory and friend with his older brother. Everything might have been fine if Benny wasn't something the younger Winchester was taught to hunt. But you had a strange feeling you didn’t think it was the fangs and thirst for blood that bothered Sam. Much as you tried to bring up the topic with him to see what the real problem was, he’d quickly shoot you down or change the subject. You guessed he was even pissed at you for not calling him or at least sending him a text for what was going on while you went out to search for his brother.

You leaned yourself against the side of the Impala as you waited for Sam to come back with the food he was getting from some joint Dean spotted. While you waited, you busied yourself with scrolling through the contacts on your phone after you updated it last night from your old phone you found buried deep down in your bag. Most of the people you had contacts with were long gone, and there was a few new ones that Dean offered up from other hunters they met while you were gone. Suddenly your thumb pressed against the screen at the sight of a familiar name.

You let out a quiet sigh at the sight of Bobby Singer's name still in your contacts. You must have accidentally added it in out of pure habit. It was a hard transition of getting back into the reality of things after being gone for two years. Trying to remember the people the boys had met along the way while they hunted without you, the monsters they faced. The people you lost.

You felt a heaviness settle in your chest at the reality of things were still trying to come to terms with. Bobby was one of those people you thought was going to live forever. You and the boys were always the one who died and then came back to reality. Bobby had a few touch and go moments that made you wonder, but he always bounced back into full recovery. You felt your grip around the phone when you remembered why you put his name back into your phone in the first place. You were going to call him if the boys wouldn’t stop fighting at the end of the week. If there was anyone that could knock some sense into the boys it was Bobby. He could fix any sort of problem. But he couldn’t anymore. Because he was—

“Heads up.” Sam’s voice broke your concentration on your phone, making you look up to see he was standing in front of you with the drink you asked him to get you. You shoved your phone back into your pocket and grabbed the paper cup from him. You mumbled a thank you, Sam seemed to have ignored your formality as he headed over to the passenger side of the car.

“I caught wind of a case on this police scanner.” Dean said. "Sounds like our kind of thing."

Sam outstretched his arms with the paper bag of food in one hand, his own drink in the other. He seemed rather surprised at his brother's news. "I wasn't even gone ten minutes."

"Okay.” Dean said, not seeing the point of his brother’s statement. “That matters why?"

“I don’t know, Dean. How about because you haven’t said a word to me since Prentiss Island?” Sam mentioned the older man’s behavior over the past few days. "And now, what? You want me to shut up and ride shotgun and act like nothing happened?"

"You want to talk about Benny? Fine." Dean agreed. He decided to go through with the overdue conversation his brother wanted to have right here in the middle of a public setting. "Let's talk."

“Fine. How about he’s a vampire?” Sam brought up the first reason why he was upset with his brother, his voice dropped to a hushed whisper when mentioning a flaw of Benny’s he couldn’t look past.

“He’s also the reason why I’m topside and not roasting on a spit in purgatory.” Dean said as he defended his friend against his brother’s judgement. “Anything else?”

“Don’t pretend I don’t get it.” Sam said. “I know you had to do what you had to down there.”

“I highly doubt you get anything about purgatory.” Dean shot back at his brother.

“But you’re out now, and Benny’s still breathing. Why?” The younger Winchester questioned his older brother. Dean’s reason was simple, because the vampire was his friend. Sam didn’t find it all reasonable. He let out a forced chuckle. “And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? ‘Cause you sure as hell didn’t have a problem ganking her.”

“Wait, wait. Back up.” You spoke up from the mention of a name and a set of events you didn't think you were familiar with. It must have happened while you were gone. You turned your gaze to look at the older Winchester with a slightly confused expression. “Who’s Amy?”

"Well, I guess people change, don't they?" Dean ignored your question. He was too wrapped up in his argument with his brother to realize you were thrown out of the loop. "We let that werewolf Kate go, didn't we?"

“She was different. She—You think Benny’s different? Did he tell you he’s not drinking live blood or something?” Sam asked his brother. Dean’s silence was enough to answer his question. He let out a scoff and shook his head at how backwards this was. Sam couldn’t be friends with a monster, but it was perfectly okay for his brother to do so. “And you believe him. Wow. Okay. You know, you’re right. People do change.”

“Yeah. I got a vampire buddy, and you turned your phone off for a year.” Dean just couldn’t resist bringing up what his brother did last year. He would bring up what his brother did over and over again if it meant he won the argument. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, deciding you’ve had enough of this conversation that wasn’t leading all of you a conclusion.

“Okay. We get it.” You spoke up. You were sick and tired of Dean hearing the same mistakes his brother made that made him stay a year in hell. It’d be a matter of time before one of them said something they would regret at the end of this. “I’ll agree the both of you did some pretty stupid things last year. But—”

“Y/N, for once in your life, can you mind your own business?” Dean cut you off. You weren’t sure why you were so taken back at the way he was speaking to you. All you were trying to do was be the voice of reason here, but it seemed that he didn't want you poking your nose in where it didn't belong. "No offense, but I don't think this concerns you."

"Excuse me." You mumbled. "I was just trying to help."

"Yeah. Not exactly the best time for your advice, Y/N." Sam seemed to have agreed with his brother on one thing. And that was how he felt about you trying to mend this wound that was formed long before you were back in the picture. And it seemed he wanted to make that clear to you. "This is between me and Dean. I mean, you weren't here for everything that went down. You wouldn’t understand."

“Understand what?” You questioned the younger Winchester. “That the both of you are a bunch of idiots arguing about the same thing since all of us got back? Or is that you left Kevin alone for a year and that’s why we’re in this mess in the first place?”

“So you’re siding with Dean on this? Shocking.” Sam mumbled underneath your breath, but you heard him perfectly from where you stood on the opposite side of the car. He was taking what you said all in the wrong way. You poked your tongue against your cheek from what he said next that pushed you off the edge. “I’m guessing it was perfectly okay for you to take some time off, but not me. And you think Benny's an okay guy because Dean said so?”

“No. Because I actually spent some time with him and saw that he was a decent person. I'm not judging him based solely on the fact that he's a vampire or friends with Dean. Because I like to see the good in people. And as far as taking time off, I was planning on coming back. Sorry if I wanted to take a break from the crappy hand I was dealt with. Being in hell for the second time around and spending a year and half with soulless you wasn't fun. And don't get me started on finding out I was some demon's servant on the side. But the real cherry on top of it all was being kidnapped and then tortured for three days straight. Let’s not forget I got my finger chopped off.” You told the younger Winchester the real reason for your departure for those two years. “But I guess that doesn’t matter what I want. It's all about Sammy's happiness."

The younger man realized that he hit a nerve in you from the way you were burning holes into his face. He swallowed slightly as he tried to back himself out of this conversation before he do any more damage. "That's not what I meant, Y/N—"

“I don't care what you meant, Sam. I left you two alone because I needed some time away. But I didn’t expect it to be so long. I understand you want out of this life. And I'll support you no matter what. But what I can't understand how the both of you managed to royally screw up while I was gone. You two really let me down.” You said, showing your disappointment in both of the boys for how they were behaving. "Bobby's dead, Cas is still in purgatory and Kevin is nowhere to be found. Good job, guys. I’m so happy to see you guys left things in such good condition.”

“Y/N…” Dean suddenly felt like an ass for the way he was speaking to you as Sam realized that you were still trying to adjust life without the older hunter. You showed it in your cold expression as you stared at both of the brothers from how this conversation turned on something different.

“If Benny screws up, I’ll kill the damn bastard myself. And I promise to mind my own business from now on. Good? Awesome." You said, giving both of the boys a forced smile. You roughly opened up the backseat door and started to slide yourself in. “Now get your asses in the damn car so we can do this hunt.”

The boys exchanged a simple glance before deciding to listen to your command. You sat in the backseat with your phone already out and searching up the case Dean mentioned to see what you could learn more about. Neither one of you said anything on the way to Missouri, and you were happy for that. Sometimes words didn't help fix a situation. Sometimes all of you needed to keep your opinions and thoughts to yourself. Because there Bobby wasn’t here to help fix this.

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The next morning you and the boys settled yourselves into a motel in town of the hunt and went to check it out to see if it was your kind of thing. You adjusted your blazer as you saw the crime scene come into view as Dean pulled up in the Impala while an ambulance began to drive off out of the home. You suspected inside was the dead body with a squished head after reading about it on the way here. While you had taken your turn on being the silent one on the way here, you broke your stride and spoke up, telling the brothers about what you learned.

“So, guy’s old lady comes home while he’s working underneath his car, puts the pedal to the metal, and takes half his head off.” You explained the situation ot the boys. Sam seemed a little underwhelmed at the information, wondering if that's all you had. "In a nutshell that's what I could find. She says she blacked out, doesn't remember a thing."

"Well, that sounds like insanity." Sam said. You shrugged your shoulders from his assumption as you looked over at the house to see what kind of action was going on. "So, how does that make this our kind of thing?”

“Do you have another case you want us to check out? If so, speak up. ‘Cause I’m about ready to lose my mind. Kevin’s in the wind, the only thing your brother seems to want to do is pick fights and you’re sulking around like a eunuch in a whorehouse.” You said. Sam found your anologoy a bit odd from the look that he gave you. “And I can’t help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my kind of thing to kill some time?”

You didn't give him a chance to respond as you opened up the backseat door and stepped out, Dean followed behind a few moments later. Sam didn’t have much choice in the matter about what to do. The three of you headed up to the yellow police tape that kept out bystanders from containing the crime scene. An officer jogged up when he noticed a few unfamiliar faces try to make their way past the tape without permission, you and the boys flashed your badges to trick him into think you were FBI. He seemed a little surprised, you presumed it was because a few federal agents were interested in a case about a woman who ran over her husband.

“Happened to be in the neighborhood.” Sam said to the officer.

“First a Texas ranger, now you guys?” The officer gave his reasoning for being a bit taken back at the sight of all of you showed up. It was because there was another player in town. You gave the man a curious expression as who the other person could be. You presumed it was a hunter. “Yes, ma’am. Right over there.”

It seemed another hunter must have caught wind of the case and decided to take a look at it for themselves. You looked ahead when the officer pointed his finger to the ranger he was talking to just a few minutes before you arrived. raised your brow slightly at the sight of the man who stood with his back turned to you and the boys. But it seemed the scrawny man was someone familiar. Dean's face fell as he let out an annoyed sigh. You thought it was because how of how the guy was dressed for the part. You raised your brow slightly from his tan suede fringe jacket or the cowboy hat he wore to tie his outfit together.

You watched as the guy took his cowboy hat for a moment to fan himself with it, obviously dying from how much heat that jacket was holding in. You couldn’t help yourself when you let out the quiet chuckle at the sight of his appearance, not to mention how scrawny he was. There was no way he was a hunter. He looked like a kid playing dress up. But looks could be deceiving. You and the boys headed over to the man to intervene on the interview he was doing. And they knew it’d be a matter of time until they had to introduce you to this clown.

"Hey, Chuck Norris." Dean called out to the man, grabbing his attention.

The man turned around and saw a few familiar faces that he didn't expect to bump into after seeing them last year. You watched as he broke out into a grin as he shouted the boys name in a surprise tone of voice. He seemed rather happy at the sight of the Winchesters when he let out a laugh and gave each of the boys a hug. You took a step back slightly as you tried your hardest to pass off the formal greeting with a smile, but it seemed the man couldn't resist at the sight of a new face. You hadn't even introduced yourself before you were being engulfed in a tight hug by this stranger, and from his grip, he wasn’t planning on letting you go without squeezing the air straight out of your lungs.

“We’re still working here.” Dean reminded the man as he looked over his shoulder to see if any of you had accidentally caught any unwanted attention. But it seemed everyone was wrapped up in their own business to notice the ranger enthusiastically hugging a few federal agents.

“Uh, you guys have no idea how much I missed you." The man said with a smile that seemed to be permanently stuck on his face. You smiled slightly as you found his gaze on you. “And who’s your friend?”

"Excuse us, would you?" Dean politely smiled at the man the hunter was talking to. The four of you stepped off to the side to have a private conversation and more formal greetings. But Dean was too caught up in the title the hunter decided to play. "A Texas ranger, Garth? Seriously? We're in Missouri."

"What? Come on. I look like a funeral director in one of those." Garth said. You narrowed your eyes slightly as you tried to picture the string bean in a suit and tie. The hunter couldn’t help himself when he brought up on trying to figuring out who you were. He outstretched his hand for you to take as he formally introduced himself. “Garth Fitzgerald the forth.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself and shook his hand. You noticed for a scrawny guy he sure did have a strong grip. It seemed the mention of your name made Garth's eyes widen slightly. You weren't sure if it was because the boys mentioned you before, or it was because your reputation out in the hunting business was tainted after some things leaked out there. Your lips stretched into a smirk as you dropped your hand back down to your side. "What? My reputation that bad nowadays?"

"No. The opposite. You and the Winchesters are legends. I’ve always wanted to meet you. But the boys told me that you died a few years ago.” Garth said. “But you’re back! It’s an honor.”

“What can I say? I’m like a cat.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “I’ve got nine lives.”

“And she’ll claw your eyes out if you piss her off.” Dean added. Your expression fell slightly at the remark as he flashed Garth a smile from what he thought was a playful joke.

“Anyway, I heard some chatter the Winchesters were back in the batter’s box, but I didn’t believe it until now. And Y/N’s back, too? The whole gang’s back together.” Garth said. Much as would have loved to continue this conversation with that smile on his face, he excused himself for a moment when his phone started to ring. You furrowed your brow slightly when he opened up his jacket to reveal three phones. He figured out which one was going off and answered it. “Yo, Earl. What you got? A revenant? Okay, uh, you’ll need a casket and some silver spikes.”

Garth seemed like the type of hunter who liked the title and liked to play dress up, but who had no idea what he was doing if he was really faced with danger. You crossed your arms over your chest as he gave some advice to another hunter about taking care of a revenant before tucking his phone back and continuing the conversation with the three of you. It seemed what he had done didn't only rub you the wrong way, but the boys, too.

“What are you doing?” Dean questioned the man.

“My job, hombre.” Garth said, not sure what the problem was.

"Your 'job'?" Dean repeated the man's excuse. "And since when is giving advice your job?"

"Hold up." Sam said. He pointed his index finger up at the other hunter when he realized what was going on here. "Are you the new Bobby?"

You couldn’t help yourself when you let out the loudest scoff from what you were hearing. This had to be some kind of sick joke. There was no way possible this guy was trying to be Bobby Singer, the man who knew more about hunting than all of you combined. Garth admitted that he was, and for some reason, it rubbed you in all the wrong ways.

“What the hell do you know about hunting?" You questioned the man you just met. You stared at him with a pissed off expression as you narrowed your eyes on him. If you weren't in public, you would have knocked that stupid hat off his head and really clawed his eyes out out of pure anger at what he was doing. "Who the hell gave you gave the right to replace him?"

“Bobby was gone. The boys were M.I.A. It was a weird time.” Garth explained to you as he tried to defend himself against your judgement. “Somebody had to step in and take up the slack.”

"You've got to be kidding me." You mumbled, rolling your eyes. "I was gone for two years and everything turns to crap."

“Let’s just get back to work, and we’ll talk about this later, alright?” Garth had the audacity to try and tell you what to do. You gritted your teeth as you refrained yourself from doing anything that you would regret. So, you listened and headed over to the man he was talking to before all of you arrived. “Uh, Scott Lew. These gentlemen and lady are here with the FBI. Mr. Lew’s parents were the individuals involved in this...unfortunate situation.”

"We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Lew." You gave the man your sincerest apologies as you flashed him a sympathetic smile, managing to hide your anger from what happened a few moments ago with Garth. "We just have a few questions. By any chance were your parents have material problems?"

“No. Uh, no more than anyone else.” Scott admitted.

"What about your mother's health?" Sam asked the man. "Any chance this was a seizure, a stroke, anything that might help explain this?”

“I don’t think so.” Scott said. “They’re checking her out at the hospital right now.”

"What about stranger behavior?" Dean asked the kind of questions all of you were really here for. Scott looked at the older Winchester with a slightly confused expression at what he meant by that. "Hearing voices, seeing things—your mother mention anything like that?"

Scott scoffed at the strange questions, "My parents were married for thirty years--high school sweethearts. There's no good explanation for why this happened, no matter where you want to look.”

"Okay, well, thank you, Scott." Garth said. "We'll be in touch."

You gave the man another formal smile as you watched him walk off out of your sight. When he was gone, your expression dropped as you looked over at Garth. You found yourself staring at him with more a colder expression as you looked at him up and down. There was no way in hell this guy was going to be the new Bobby. You highly doubt he was that good of a hunter. And you weren’t going to hide your displeasure for him. Garth tried his hardest not to let your intimidating glare get his spirits down as he gave you another smile, hoping you would start to warm up.

You decided to focus your efforts away from giving Garth the death glare and trying to figure out what caused Mrs. Lew to cave her husband’s head in since she was so in love with him. There wasn’t much the crime scene could offer you as you and Dean looked around for any traces of sulfur as Sam scanned the area for EMF. If she was possessed it would explain the blackout she had, and a demon sure wouldn’t pass up the chance to see some guts and blood. But you didn’t have much of anything to go on as you searched high and low. The reader Sam was using was quietly buzzing over the past few minutes, but you didn’t hear any high spikes like you were hoping for.

“No EMF.” Sam clarified what you had already started to suspect.

"No traces of sulfur anywhere." You mumbled in defeat.

“Like I thought,” The younger Winchester said. “Bust.”

“Hold on there, Sam. There’s a lot of things to factor in here. Uh, it happened last night, so the readings could be cold by now.” Garth pointed out a reason why the EMF wasn’t showing up like you expected. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest when the got one thing right. Still didn’t mean he knew anything about hunting. “And even if there was any sulfur, Barney Fire and his crew probably contaminated the whole crime scene and any evidence that was here with it.”

"Wow." Dean mumbled, seeming impressed at Garth’s observation. "He's on a roll."

You scoffed to yourself as you tried your hardest to not give Garth the satisfaction in getting a few things right that saved the three of you from passing this hunt off as some sort of attempted murder like the cops presumed it was. "So he's two for two. I was gonna say that. I just didn't get the chance."

"Sure you were, Nancy Drew." Dean said, you narrowed your eyes on the man as you threw daggers at him from his unwanted remarks.

"Uh, guys," Garth suddenly spoke up after he accidentally stepped in something that felt sticky and slippery. It wasn’t blood as he tried to move his shoe, the substance tried to glue it down to the cement floor. "I think I found something."

You looked down at the ground to see Garth had stepped in something that was an odd shade of green and too sticky to be anything that looked normal. “Is that gum,” Dean suspected before going for an answer that made a bit more sense. “Or is that ectoplasm?”

"Ectoplasm is usually black, right?" You wondered. Garth decided there was one way to be sure if it was someone's leftover gum that melted from the weather, or a possible clue to the monster you were dealing with. Your face dropped into a horrified expression when you saw him reach down and wiped his fingers on the bottom of his shoe to get a bit of it and started to put it near his mouth. "Oh, God. Don't eat—"

But it was too late. Garth had a bit of a taste of the substance and grimaced at what touched his tongue. You gave him a disgusted expression at what he did, but he confirmed your suspicions. "Definitely ectoplasm. So, what are we thinking—some kind of ghost, right?"

Dean snapped his fingers in agreement with the man when Sam was proven wrong, you turned your head to give him an an annoyed expression. Garth was momentarily distracted from the conversation when another one of his phones began to go off, one of his ringtones was a song you were a bit familiar with. It seemed he had it all figured out. But you still didn’t like him and what he was trying to do. All of it rubbed you the wrong way.

“One of those things start playing Hammer, I’m gonna fight that scrawny son of a bitch.” You found yourself mumbling a threat as Garth continued his conversation on the phone, having no clue of what you just said.

Garth seemed to have no idea what a pen and paper was when he pulled out a Sharpie from his pocket and wrote something down on his palm. He thanked the person on the phone and ended the conversation. “Asked the coroner to drop me a line in case the autopsy turned up anything unusual. And guess what? Our dead guy had the words ‘Alcott’ carved into his chest.”

“With what?” Sam asked.

“Coroner’s best guess? His wife Mary’s fingernails.” Garth said.

“Yeah,” You agreed. “That is sort of unusual.”

+ + +

Yesterday afternoon Mary Lew was a happily married woman to her husband Chester for over thirty years and the mother of her only son, Scott. Nobody would have expected in this small town for her to end up like this, handcuffed to a hospital bed after attempting to murder her husband in the most brutal way possible. While she wasn’t denying that she did it, she claimed that she had no memory of her actions. But it seemed she was remorseful.

“Mrs. Lew, can you tell us what happened?” Sam asked the woman for her version of the story.

“I was at the store getting groceries, and the next thing I know, my son Scott finds me in the driveway.” Mary told everything what she did to the police. She didn't look like a cold blooded killer. The memory of her husband made her fall silent as you saw her eyes beginning to well up at the vicious sight she was forced to be reminded of again. "And Chester was…”

"Do you remember anything at all about what happened?" Sam continued to ask the woman questions in a polite, soft tone. "About Chester dying?"

“Not really.” Mary admitted. “Bits and pieces, I guess.”

A small moment of silence fell in the room as Mary gathered what she could remember about the night. You looked away from the woman for a split second to see how each of the boys were taking in the information. While the brothers remained respectful in their serious expression, it was Garth who suddenly felt the need to break out into a smile, acting like this was the best thing he heard. You gave him a dirty look at how he was acting as you furrowed your brow.

It seemed he got the hint that it wasn't the time to react to hearing about how Mary's blackout corresponded with ghost possession. Garth covered his tracks by letting out a cough and composed himself back to normal. You rolled your eyes and turned your gaze back to Mary, pretending nothing happened as you asked her what she meant by that.

“I remember his screams...the smell of burnt rubber, and...I remember feeling so angry—just uncontrollable rage, like I wasn’t myself.” Mary admitted to all of you. “And after it was all over, all of that anger was—it was gone.”

“Uh, ma’am, does the word ‘Alcott’ mean anything to you?” Garth asked.

Mary seemed to have some anger still left in her. Your gaze fell down to her hands that rested on the hospital bed, they clenched into fists as the handcuffs that kept her to the bed moved up slightly on the railing. It seemed the word struck a nerve in her. “What does she have to do with anything?” Mary asked. You gave you a curious look when you realized it was a person she had known. “My husband, Chester, and I were going steady in high school for a few years already when we had a big fight.”

“What about?” Dean asked the woman.

“Something stupid, I’m sure.” Mary admitted, quietly chuckling to herself at the memory. “It was around prom, and so he took Sara Alcott as his date instead of me.”

“So, this Sara Alcott was a rival for your husband’s affections?” Garth wondered.

“Sara had one night with him, whereas I was with Chester for thirty-seven years.” Mary said in a matter-of-fact voice, acting like she was trying to prove she won in the end.

"Sure. Just one more question." You said. "Is Ms. Alcott still alive?"

"As far as I know, yes." Mary answered you.

You gave the woman a smile and thanked her for the time, despite her answers that left you with a bit of uncertainty to what could have caused her to murder her husband. If it wasn't a jealous lover who passed away and wanted to seek some revenge of the one who got away, then who the hell wanted to see Chester dead and used his wife as the meatsuit? It was questions after questions as you headed out of the hospital and to the parked Impala out front.

"Let me get this straight.” Dean said, trying to somehow make sense of what was going on here. “This poor guy goes to prom with some girl over thirty years ago, and because of that, he is now a pancake?"

“I mean, if this is a ghost, maybe it’s some sort of possession?” Sam guessed.

“What are you talking about? You heard her.” You said, busting the only lead you had at the moment. “Alcott’s still alive.”

“Well, we’re definitely gonna want to talk to her.” Garth suggested the next plan of action.

"Great idea. I would've thought of that." You sarcastically implied as you smiled at the other hunter. You headed over to the backseat of the Impala, while doing so, you swore you heard your stomach growl so loud the entire group could hear it from where they stood. "Can we get something to eat now? I'm freaking starving."

“Well, that explains a few things.” Dean muttered underneath his breath as he fetched out his keys from his pockets.

You tossed the older Winchester a dirty glare from his remark as you opened up the backseat and slid yourself in before slamming the door shut. You didn't like this hunt, you didn't like Garth pretending to be someone he probably barely knew. You inhaled a deep breath as you tried your hardest to calm your sensitive nerves. Maybe Dean was right. You might just be hungry, there was nothing a little food and booze couldn't solve.

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years

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8x05: Blood Brother

Then:

Benny, Dean, and Cas had one heck of a survivalist vacation. Sam’s brain broke (again) and he hallucinated a life outside the Life.

Now:

Benny! I really like Benny and am still really bummed that he’s gone. But right now, he’s topside and confronting his old nest. He wants to right some past wrongs -namely, them killing him. Cue machete time!

Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a very elusive Kevin Tran. They enter a motel room hoping to find him, but the room is empty.

(Sidenote: Mid-century wooden plaque appreciation note. They use these again in 8x08. Liz Lemon also has an orange one hanging behind her door on 30 Rock. Boris has one in her office too. :D) The boys are at each other’s necks about tracking Kevin (and shared animosity about how they handled the off season). Dean gets a distress call from Benny and grabs a Toblerone before hitting the road.

For science:

(What was up with early season 8? They’re just so tan and pretty.)

Dean’s trip to find Benny gives him lots of time to think about purgatory. Benny whistling in purgatory is kinda my jam. He draws the monsters in and they take them down as a team. This whole sequence is cinematic gold.

Sam sits down to do a little digging on where Kevin is hiding when he decides to stalk his ex a little. He’s distracted by a noise in the bathroom. He finds a broken fan and has his own flashback to his idyllic time fixing things after hitting a dog.

Here is a Sam Winchester plaid shirt appreciation picture:

Dean finds Benny’s truck and a supply of AB negative, and wanders the docks a bit before finding his friend. Benny’s a little worse for wear. He doesn’t stay that way for long once he gets a little vamp food in his belly though. In fact, he’s back to normal in no time, much to Dean’s shock.

Benny thanks Dean and dismisses him, but Dean wants to know what he’s tangling with. “You and that whole friend thing, man.” That’s right, Dean is loyal (especially when you save the love of his life --uh, but I’m getting ahead of things). In purgatory, while Benny and Dean hack their way through monsters, Cas still smites them dead. He’s a magnet though and they need to keep moving or ditch the angel.

Benny hides his contempt for Cas through sarcasm. Cas calls him out on his crap. Dean doesn’t like his new BFF and BF fighting.

Cas argues that maybe Benny is right. It’s dangerous to travel with him, and chances are good that he won’t be able to pass through the door they’re hoping to find. “Cas, we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us.” Poetry, Dean, pure poetry.

Back on the docks, Benny tells Dean that he’s hunting his maker. “Why?” Dean wonders. ”Kill him, before he kills me, again.”

Sam is still struggling through his motel equipment induced psychosis. This time the ice machine reminds him of trying to fix Amelia’s backed up sink. She finds him in her motel room and becomes instantly combative.

Going through Benny’s old nest’s belongings, they find a list of yachts.

It seems that’s how they would feed. Track yachts, board, burn, and bury it at sea. Dean picked up on the salient point of the story. “Vampire pirates. That’s what you guys are. Vampirates.” DEAN BEAN. I think Dean and Benny are friends because Benny actually enjoys Dean’s jokes.

They locate an address and head out. On the road, Dean gets Benny’s backstory on why he was killed. He was loyal to his maker, and the nest, until he met Andrea, a beautiful Greek heiress. They settled in Louisiana. His former vampire nest found them, tore out Andrea’s throat, and beheaded Benny. I haven’t heard a more tragic love story since a hunter traveling to the ends of purgatory to find his angel only for said hunter to lose the angel anyway.

Benny and Dean make it to their destination. Here is a picture of Dean just chilling on the bow of a boat. I never noticed that before. Heehee.

They head into the opulent house, machetes drawn. Benny finds a picture of Andrea on a table. It’s recent and in full color. Benny panics over it when a door opens from above and Andrea walks down the stairs. He stares at her in shock while the rest of the nest creeps up on him and knocks him out. “Idiot,” Dean spits at Benny from where he’s hidden himself. Oh, Dean. Love does not make us weak.

Benny wakes up to the taunts of his old nest while Dean prowls the hallways, blithely ignoring Sam’s phone calls.

Meanwhile, Sam stalks Amelia online in between irritated calls to Dean. Cut to a flashback of Amelia asking Sam, “You stalk helpless women and you break into their motel room and you fix their plumbing?” Listen. God bless you, Ben Edlund, for your delightful juxtapositions and also for the double entendre of “fix their plumbing.” You glorious canary. Anyway, Sam stares at her, gormless, and explains that he’s fixed the sink (that somebody shoved a ton of limes into). He stares at a fresh bag of limes on the counter. We all stare at the bag of limes on the counter. Amelia, what the fuck’s up with all the limes? And why are you so ashamed of them that you’re cramming them down the disposal? We learn that Amelia has “moved into town” by setting up residence at the local pay-by-the-week motel.

(I hope limes factor into your “Amelia is a hallucination” theory, Boris.)

Back with Dean, he angrily calls Sam and demands to know why Sam called him. Oh, Dean Bean. Dean whisper-shouts to Sam that he’s stalking a vamp nest...while he’s stalking the vamp nest. Sam’s considerably concerned (pissed) that Dean is taking on a vamp nest alone. Dean protests that he’s not alone, he’s with a friend. Sam responds with, “All your friends are dead!” OUCH. Sam, ouch.

Back with Benny, Andrea gives Benny a good slap, shoos away other vamps, and then leans in and...kisses him. Yay? When I first saw this episode I remember going YAY but, guys, I have seen this episode so I’m just going to weep gently for the rest of the recap. Benny and Andrea talk about their vampirism. Andrea slips a knife into Benny’s pocket and gives him the keys to his cuffs. She tells Benny to kill their master so that they can be together. Cue swelling music.

Back with Dean, he’s still having a shouty angry match with Sam when he detects a vampire. He uses Sam shouting on the phone as a lure (yesss) and slices off one vamp head, only to see another one just down the hall. His phone gets smashed in the fight. Oops.

Benny heads up with his guard to find his master in quiet contemplation in his study. The dude’s quite curious how Benny came to be topside, and wonders where he was while he was dead. Secrets secrets, man…

Meanwhile, Dean...

Back in Purgatory-flashback land, Benny argues against Dean’s monster prejudice. He tells him, “I think we both know which of our kinds kills more humans.” Cas backs up Benny. Oh, the burn, the sick, sick BURN.

Benny tells Dean he’d gone clean before he died - donated blood only. There was too much good in humanity to kill it. While Dean and Benny squabble over the morality of vampires, Cas squints into the forest. Leviathan are approaching! They’re too close so there’s nothing for it but to run.

In the present Dean stalks the house…

In the present Sam heads off to find Dean…

Oops, we fell into the past again. Sam’s dog - named Dog? - runs into Amelia’s room and snuggles on her lap, drawing Sam awkwardly into her motel room. *eyebrow waggle* “I’ve seen a lot of stitches in my time and you got really good hands,” Sam tells her. SAM where did you learn pick up lines oh my god. Oh wait. You learned them from watching Dean, right? You learned them from watching Dean.

Amelia tells Sam that he must be a thrifty serial killer which...is certainly truth-adjacent. Sam asks her if she’s as shiftless as he is. She has nowhere to go because she has no one. Amelia nods. AMELIA my god if someone asks you if someone is going to miss you then you say YES this is stranger danger 101. She can’t resist his puppy eyes though. Amelia and Sam bond in the soft focus lighting.

Back with Benny in the present, the master continues to prowl around the study and boasts that he has everything he wants - both the sea and Andrea. Um. Okay. Benny tells him he doesn’t have Andrea, reveals his uncuffed hands, and then slices up the vamp lackey. The master tries to talk up how their long life is full of ennui and oh, wail wail, life is meaningless. Benny kills him.

After it’s done Benny finds Andrea. Yeah, baby! Let’s go live together in peace.

Andrea wants to “ride the high seas, plunder together.” MmmmHMMM. Oh, but also she wants to be a vampirate and kill people with Benny.

He looks at her sadly. “What I love. It ain’t here anymore. It was snuffed out long ago by monsters like me. I think we’re all damned.” Andrea vamps out and lunges for Benny when Dean suddenly comes from behind, knifing her in the gut and then chopping off her head.

Later, Benny asks Dean why he resurrected him - a horrible monster. Dean looks at his friend with the concern of someone who’s seeing his friend drowning into suicidal misery. Dean thinks back to Purgatory...

Sudden flashback to Purgatory! Leviathans zap in. There are two of them. Cas gets thrown to the ground by a leviathan whose mouth opens wide to swallow him down when….

Benny kills it, and saves Cas. (Me: curls up in a ball whispering “Dean saved Benny because he saved Cas. He saved Caaaaas”)

Back at the mainland dock, Dean and Benny disembark to find Sam. There’s a long, slow, beautiful moment where Sam shakes Benny’s hand and realizes what he is. His fingers twitch towards his weapon and then Dean slowly and almost imperceptibly shakes his head. It’s such a lovely moment of silent communication fraught with tension on all sides. “I can see you two have a lot to talk about,” Benny observes. He gathers up his stuff and heads out while Dean and Sam glare eye daggers at each other.

Benny, This is Quotes:

Mind if I take the Toblerone?

It does present a curious curl in the metaphysics, doesn't it? If you murder a monster in monster heaven, where does it go?

It’s good to know you’re as dumb as ever.

Vampirates!

Was Fabio on the cover of that paperback?

I am evil after all. At least I’ve had that much to keep me cold at night.

Don’t touch the produce.

All your friends are dead.

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helianthus21 · 7 years

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12x14

I did a bit of liveblogging-in-one-post today, so it got quite long.. I tagged it as “long post” so it doesn’t bother you on your dash;)

Sammmyyyy:( Somebody give this man a hug

“We already have the best Winchester” - Hmm I’m getting whiplash from how many times one of them has been called “the best”. S1 it was “John is the best hunter ever” and we knew it was a friggin’ lie. It took him over twenty years to even get face to face with YED while it took Sam and Dean a few months to stop a fucking Apocalypse!:P I think we’ve already established that Bobby was the best hunter^^ Moving on>>

(Also I’m kind of waiting for the BMoL to capture Cas somehow (and maybe Crowley?) and other supernatural beings to experiment on them so we have a) the supernatural beings teaming up against a common enemy and b) Sam and Dean working from the inside to get them out. This storyline does make for a lot of angst, since in this scenario, the gap between Mary and her sons would get even wider and the blood-vs-found family would reach its peak.. also Cas would get hurt but if he gets cuddles after, it would be worth it:P)

Sam is a fast reader wow

Yeah that’s very healthy Dean. Alcohol and Violence as coping mechanisms. You’d better take Jody up on her offer. Or call Cas. But I do like it that/if Sam and Dean have finally reached a point where they are on the same page and Dean doesn’t feel like he has to put up a front for his little brother. You talk to each other boys!

Honestly tho how much time has passed? Months since the Ramiel thing? Where the hell is Cas through all of that??

ahhh good she’s texting Sam as well:)

“I messed up” - Sorry, Mary, but you’re working with the guys who tortured and mindraped your son. That’s just not gonna cut it

“This is bigger than us” - that.. kinda sounds like John to be honest.. ‘Stow your crap, your feelings aren’t as important as this’…

Mary had her life-without-monsters ripped away from her when Amara whisked her away from Heaven.. I get why she wants this for herself, for her boys. Resurrecting her was most definitely not what anyone involved 'needed'.. But maybe they can make it work.. after all this

this scene totally reminds me of Crowley showing Cas his new hell

Sam YES!

fuck off Mick

“Lucy, I’m home” -really, Dean. Lucy?? Think before you say something sweetie, please (He’s such a motherhen tho)

“Went out. Back later.” That’s.. very informative of you, Sam. *Sigh*

Ohh Deeeaaaan. *shakes head at him, judging* Don’t let the psycho BMoL get in your home

Vampires=Terrorists..??? Tread lightly here BMoL *insert gif of Ruby saying “Don’t be a racist” here*

Don’t think about Benny don’t think about Benny don’t think about Benny

Took him long enough when all his Children were dying:P Seems I was right and he had a prolonged nap, forgot the time…:P

“We used to date”- Nobody asked nobody cares

RUFUS MENTION!:) (I bet Rufus couldn’t stand the guy:P)

Another way I’m different from Dean - I couldn’t work with the guy if I didn’t absolutely have to.. Especially since on a hunt you kind of have to rely on each other and trust.. nah I’d be too preoccupied with sending him ‘I can’t stand you’-vibes via glares and silent treatment..

Leave her alone! Did she do anything?? Deaan, I’m disappointed that there wasn’t a nostalgic flashback to Benny here..

Anyone else been cheering for the vamps?:P

That fancy BMoL guy there looks like a vampire himself..

SAAAAM:( I’ll say it again - somebody give the poor guy a hug

“I stole it. From Ramiel” - Did Sam put two and two together here? I bet he did. He’s smart. So he probably knows Mary risked getting them all killed when she could’ve easily prevented a fight with YED2 by giving the Colt back. His face kills me here:(

Woohoo Alpha Vamp!

So he only cares for his American Children? That’s playing favorites. Bad Alpha!

God look at Sam, he’s so broken. He’s only holding it together for the hunt. That Mary-and-the-Colt thing really got to him, that’s why I don’t believe the BMoL truly won him over. If he is, I’m gonna riot. Sam making poor decisions behind TFW’s back for what he believes is right is sooo 8(?) seasons ago. Give him the character development he’s earned!!

Nooo I liked the Alpha Vamp!:( Honestly, he wasn’t the villain here.

This is like the time when Sam was trying to find a cure for the MoC and Dean secretly almost-got-killed-by-Rowena-then-went-for-a-drink-with-Crowley. Only it gets revealed earlier.. baby steps:P

Hmm.. the family reconciliation went a little too easy for me.. But that’s not the end of it, I know^^

“We have ways in dealing with hunters who go rogue. They aren’t pleasant” - “Good” Sam, Mary, you’re scaring me here a little bit..

Gotta say I’d hoped for more with the Alpha Vamp.. Solid episode, but didn’t knock my socks off. Maybe I’m just too spoilt by Perez and Yockey by now though:P

ANYWAY next week Cas is back!:D

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marie12141989 · 7 years

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This isn’t like Twilight Idiot Part 1

Words: 1504

Pairing: Dean x OC (eventually)

Summary: Sam and Dean think that they’ve saved a young woman from a group of vampires only to be surprised when they learn that not only is she a vampire herself but she’s also Benny’s little sister. They take her to Elizabeth so that she can connect to the only family member she probably has left, what they don’t know is that the vampires that they killed weren’t the only members of their nest and that the remaining members are out for revenge. When they kidnap Elizabeth and Benny’s sister they have to do something they’ve never done, teaming up with her nest who also happen to be hunters that were turned.

Dean stopped to take a few deep breaths as he watched the last vampires head roll away from it’s body that was laying in a puddle that was a mix of it’s own blood and rain water. “I’m telling you Dean I saw them chasing a woman down this alley way. She has to be here somewhere.” Sam said looking behind a few garbage cans.

“Well maybe she slipped past when we weren’t looking. I mean if I wasn’t doing this for a living I’d be kind of freaked out when I see two guys chopping people’s heads off.” Dean said. They both turned when they heard someone walking behind them, they held their knives up and Dean turned his flashlight onto the figure of a woman with long brown hair and sky blue eyes. They watched her back up before she tripped over her own two feet, she let out a little yelp before quickly picking herself back up. “Hey, hey, hey it’s okay come on it’s okay we’re not going to hurt you. Just calm down.” Dean said holding his hands out to her.

“If you’re not going to hurt me then put those knives away.” she said and both of them were taken a back by how thick her Cajun accent was. Both of them put their knives away and got closer to her.

“Look it’s okay. Just tell us why they were after you.” Dean said putting a hand on her.

“Um well……they wanted me to join their coven told them thanks but no thanks go to hell that kind of thing. They didn’t take it to well, but I already belong to one and even if I didn’t I don’t believe in what theirs did.” she said crossing her arms.

“Wait a minute you’re a vampire?” Sam said pulling his knife back out.

“Yeah name’s Renee Lafitte nice to meet you while I still can.” she said getting ready to fight.

“Wait Lafitte? Do you know a Benjamin Lafitte? You know like a relative of his somehow?” Dean asked.

“Wait how would she be related? I thought that Benny said that the only family he had left was Elizabeth.” Sam said shocked.

“Wait…..you two know Benny? How?” Renee asked.

“He’s a good friend of ours. So you are related. This isn’t some weird you two have the same last name but aren’t related thing?” Dean asked.

“Yeah he’s my older brother. By the way who’s Elizabeth?” Renee asked curious.

“Um well it might be a shock but Benny did end up passing the Lafitte bloodline on. Elizabeth would be your great-great niece.” Sam said walking up to her as well.

“Wait. I have a great-great-niece? Is she still alive?” Renee asked getting excited.

“Yeah, we could get a hold of her for you if you’d like. I mean I don’t know if your coven is close by or not but you could always stay with her until they come to collect you if you want.” Sam said and Renee nodded. Dean led her to the Impala while Sam pulled his cell phone out and called Elizabeth, Renee sent a text our to everyone else in her coven and they all agreed to wait for her okay before they met her where ever Sam and Dean were taking her to stay with Elizabeth if she said okay. Sam eventually got into the car as well and turned to Renee. “Elizabeth said that she’s okay with you staying but she wasn’t to sure about the rest of your coven yet. She just wants to test the water right now, she hasn’t had the best experience with a huge group of vamps in the past. Nothing against you guys.” he said. He gave Dean directions to where Elizabeth was staying and they drove off, Renee watched the trees and streetlights rush by before closing her eyes and drifting off. She woke with a start when Sam reached over and shook her leg to wake her up, she wiped at her eyes and mouth laughing a bit when it hit her that she had been drooling in her sleep.

“Is this the place?” she asked looking up at a tall apartment building, she didn’t know how late it was but she was sure that it was extremely late since a lot of the apartments were completely dark. She saw a young woman standing in the doorway, she waved to Dean as he pulled up. He parked the Impala and the woman walked over doing a double take when she saw Renee, Dean rolled his window down and she leaned in.

“Is this Renee?” she asked surprised. Dean shook his head yes and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. “It doesn’t matter……..she’s my aunt well great-great-aunt but either way she’s my family. She can stay as long as she wants or has to. As long as her coven doesn’t come yet. You know just to test the water. Make sure no other vamps are going to show up that have ill intentions.” she said before turning to her “If that’s okay with you that is.” she said.

“I already talked to them. They understand but they did say that if we need their help before you give the okay that they’ll be just a phone call away and they’ll come as fast as they can.” Renee said leaning forward. Elizabeth moved back and waved to them to let them know that they could come in, Sam; Dean and Renee got out and followed her up to her apartment. Once they got into the apartment buildings hallway Renee let out a gasp, Elizabeth stopped and turned around and her mouth dropped open. Sam and Dean looked from Elizabeth to Renee and back their mouths slightly open, other then a few slight differences Elizabeth and Renee looked exactly the same. Elizabeth blinked back her tears as she walked over to Renee.

“Well there’s no doubt in my mind now. We’re defiantly related…..I just wish that Benny was here to see this. To……..to make this feel complete.” she said wiping some tears away. Renee reached up and wiped away one that she missed and gave her a sad smile. “I uh….I don’t know if Dean told you but we don’t really have much family left if any……so this is actually nice. To have a family member to talk to, to be able to call and ask for advice again. Of course I didn’t know that Benny was my great-grandfather, he applied to the restaurant I work at and told me his name was Roy. Can you believe that? Roy. Where did he come up with that name?” she asked with a laugh. She saw Renee lick her lips and look away, “Renee…where did he get that name from?”

“Roy was a family friend and……..he was my fiancée before I got turned that is.” she said looking down. “I think we have a lot to talk about, I can’t tell you much about what happened after Ben disappeared but I can tell you what happened to me and the rest of the family after he disappeared if you want.” she said. Elizabeth thought about it for a minute before nodding her head.

“Yeah. I think that I’d like that, you know it would kind of help me fill in some blanks.” Elizabeth said leading them to her apartment. She offered Sam and Dean drinks and apologized to Renee about not having blood to offer since she didn’t actually try to keep it stocked.

“Oh it’s okay.” Renee said opening her bag and pulling out a bag of blood. When she saw the look on everyone’s face she smiled. “Don’t worry. The coven I’m with uses donors, like other hunters and normal people who are willing to give us a few pints.” she said opening it up and taking a few sips.

“So you don’t hunt? You find hunters that are willing to work with you and regular people who are willing to donate blood? What about animals?” Sam asked. Renee swallowed the little bit of blood in her mouth before reaching for a tissue and dabbing at her mouth.

“Well there’s animals as well but that’s more for when we have to hunt a wendigo or other vampires….uh werewolves you know any creature that is normally outside in the woods.” she said making sure she didn’t get any blood on the floor or furniture.

“Wait…..you’re a hunter?” Dean asked and Renee shook her head yes before taking a few more sips.

“That’s part of my story actually.” Renee replied wiping some blood off her chin.

“I defiantly have to hear this.” Dean said interested now. “A vampire hunter. Actually a whole coven of hunter vampires. Might be useful in the future.” he said rubbing his hands. Renee let out a laugh and accepted a bowl Elizabeth offered her so that she didn’t spill any blood and placed the bag of blood in it before leaning back.

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