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Ghost Of You (D.W.)

Author's Note: So.. I just finished Supernatural a few hours ago. Which- don't even get me started... Anyways, I made the moodboard for this to distract myself and then I started writing and well... here we are. I have read this over but if there's any typos still, please let me know. I did tear up a bit at the end, fair warning- Also for the name of the diner in this I used my Great-Grandparents names, they didn't own a diner, but they did own a bait shop. The name of their waitress is my name, and the waitress from the past is my Mom's middle name (her name is Mary, I thought it'd be weird given the context lol) This is set in 2022, sue me- And it's also spoiler free if you overlook the mention of Jack and the bunker- Hope you enjoy! DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise! *gifs are not mine*

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Reader is a ghost, typical sibling stuff, a few curse words, typical SPN stuff (murder, ghosts, etc), a bit of fluff, a whole lot of angst, flirty Dean (yes that’s a warning), fluffy/angst ending depending how you look at it-

Characters: young!Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Novak (mentioned), Jack Kline (mentioned)

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The Men of Letters Bunker - Lebanon, Kansas - October 30th, 2022 – 8:30 am

Dean stumbled sleepily into the kitchen of the bunker, his “Dead Guy” robe swaying a bit as he walked. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned as he made his way over to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and took a sip as he turned around and walked over to sit in front of his brother at the table. “Mornin’, Sammy.” He groggily said to his brother, taking another sip of his coffee afterwards. “Morning, Dean. I uh, I think I found us a case.” Sam replied to him, turning his laptop around to show Dean what he had been reading. “Two Ohio Teen Boys Missing After Going into Abandoned House” was the headline of the article along with a picture of the house and the kids. Dean squinted at the picture of the house, trying to figure out why it looked so damn familiar to him. He skimmed the rest of the article quickly before nodding at Sam. “Alright. Tell Cas and Jack where we’re going and meet in the car in 10.” Dean stood from his seat as he finished his coffee, placing the cup in the sink and patting Sam on the shoulder before making his way to his room to get dressed.

Westerville, Ohio – October 31st – 12:45 am

Dean spent the whole way to Ohio wondering why that house looked so familiar to him. When they finally made their way to the small town, he started to vaguely remember the last time he was here. Though it was hard to figure it out when it was pitch black outside. Dean pulled Baby into a hotel parking lot, turning the key and stepping out of the Impala. “Let's get some sleep, we’ve been on the road for 14 fucking hours.” He said to Sam who nodded and got out. They grabbed their duffels from the trunk and booked a room. They passed out quickly after they flung themselves on the beds.

October 31st – 8:00 am

After they were both showered and in their fed suits, they hopped in Baby and headed towards town. As they were driving through town Dean spotted a place that looked familiar, the sign alone bringing back memories; ‘Joe & Mary’s’. “No freaking way.” Dean chuckled as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the family diner and shut the Impala off. Sam turned to Dean with his eyebrows knit together. “Oh, come on, Sammy, really? You don’t remember coming to this joint with Dad on Halloween like 24 years ago.” Dean said to his brother, trying to jog his memory. Sam just shook his head at his brother which made Dean sigh loudly. “He was working a werewolf case. We stopped at this same diner as soon as we got into town. Can’t believe it’s still open.” Dean mused as he took the keys from the engine and stepped out of Baby. He patted the roof before leaning down to look into the car. “What are you waiting on? Let’s go eat.” He grinned at him before walking towards the door of the diner. The two of them sat down in a booth, Sam taking out his tablet so he could start researching the house the boys went missing in.

A waitress named ‘Kailee’ came over to take their order. Sam took the time to ask her about the old house as she poured their coffee. “The old Brickenden house? Oh, it’s been there forever. The mayor won’t tear it down because he says it has ‘historical significance’ or something. Personally though, I think it should be torn down at this point.” The blue-eyed waitress shrugged at the boys. “Is there anything else you can tell us?” Sam asked the woman politely. “Well, I can tell you one thing. Kids have been going up there for decades and none of them have ever went missing. Hell, I went up there a few times when I was a teen. So did my younger brother. It’s super creepy inside but most old houses are, ya know?” She told them and they nodded at her. Sam started to speak before a man from the kitchen yelled over him, “Sis, get back to work!”

The young woman shut her eyes in annoyance. “Sorry, that’s the brother I mentioned. He’s a royal pain in my ass. Anyways, I’ll be back with your order. And if you have any more questions about the house or those kids just let me know.” She smiled politely at the two of them. “Thank you, we really appreciate it.” Sam smiled back at her as she walked away. “I’m going to stick your hand in the fryer if you yell at me like that again.” The two of them could hear her say to her brother as she walked into the kitchen. They both bit back a laugh. Sam started to research the house on his tablet as they waited for their food.

Dean looked around the diner with a smile on his face, remembering the last time he was here. He had flirted with a waitress named Catherine who shot him down within seconds which only made his dad and Sam laugh at him. “So, you really don’t remember?” Dean asked his brother. “I don’t know, Dean.. I mean, maybe..” Sam said, looking up from the tablet to really look around the diner. “Is this where that waitress, uh, Catherine, shot you down?” Sam chuckled a bit as he suddenly remembered. Dean rolled his eyes. “She was just playing hard to get.” Dean stated. “Sure, Dean, whatever you say.” Sam chuckled again, setting the tablet down on the table. “And uh, weren’t we here that year you left me at the motel alone to go to that Halloween party?” Sam asked his brother. “Oh, shut up, you were fine. I left you with pizza and a mountain of candy I stole.” Dean said to Sam which got him an eyeroll in return as Sam picked his tablet back up to continue his research.

Dean called Cas to check in on him and Jack while he waited for his food. Not long after he hung up the phone the dark-haired waitress walked towards their table. “Can I get you guys anything else?” She smiled sweetly at them after placing their food in front of them. “No, thank you.” Sam smiled back at her. “Uh, actually I’ve got a quick question.” Dean said to her, raising his hand up a bit. “Sure.” She turned towards him with a small smile, waiting for him to go on. “Does Catherine still work here by any chance?” He asked with a smile. Sam let out a sigh and mumbled an ‘I’m sorry’ to the young woman, shooting his brother a glare. She just let out a little laugh. “Well, she doesn’t technically work here, she owns the place now. And she’s also my Mom.” She answered Dean with a grin and her hands on her hips. Dean just continued to grin at her. “Well, you certainly got her goods looks, and her attitude.” He winked at her, a sigh coming from the other side of the booth from Sam. “Aw, thanks, pretty boy.” She winked back at him with a grin. “Enjoy your food, guys.” She smiled at the both of them before she walked away again. “Really, Dean?” Sam asked his brother who had started to dig into his food. “What?” Dean asked, mouth full of bacon as he looked at his brother. Sam just shook his head at his brother and started eating his own food.

The Brickenden House – 5:00 pm

After stopping by the police station, talking to more folks around town and going back to the hotel to do further research they decided to head to the house. As they pulled up Dean just stared at the house. He still couldn’t figure out where he recognized it from. The two of them got out of the Impala and walked around to the trunk. They grabbed their shotguns with the rock salt bullets before walking through the front door of the house. Sam pulled the EMF meter out of his pocket as they walked in, pulling the antenna out and flicking the switch to turn it on. The device immediately started warbling in his hand. “Dean, EMF is going crazy.” Sam whispered to his brother as they walked farther into the house. “Dean?” A woman’s voice spoke from behind them. They turned around quickly; shotguns pointed at the girl in front of them. “Y/N?” Dean asked in bewilderment, taking in the young dead girl in front of him. The world seemed to fade out around him as he suddenly remembered this house, that night, and mostly importantly, her...

The Brickenden House - October 31st, 1997 – 10:00 pm

Dean initially felt awful about leaving Sam behind at the motel so he could go to this party. But as he walked into the old, abandoned house filled with kids his own age drinking beer and cheap liquor out of plastic red cups in shitty costumes he didn’t feel as bad. He adjusted the cowboy hat on his head as he shoved his way through the crowd to find where they were keeping the drinks. He grabbed a plastic cup from the table in what used to be the kitchen in this house, filling the cup with some of punch that was in a beverage cooler next to the cups. He took a large drink of it, making a face down at the cup before taking another drink. He grabbed a beer off the table and tucked it into his pocket for later.

He walked out of the kitchen after that and made his way around the house, talking and flirting with people as he did. He had even run into the waitress from the diner, Catherine. She had rejected him, again, her hands on her hips and a grin on her face when she told him for the second time that day, “In your dreams, pretty boy.” It was sometime after midnight when he drunkenly wondered up the old stairs of the house. No one had really dared to step foot up there, too afraid the floor would collapse underneath them, but Dean fought monsters on a daily basis, he wasn’t scared of an old floor falling out from under him. He was at the top of the stairs when he caught a glimpse of someone in one of the rooms.

“Hey there, didn’t think anyone else was brave enough to come up here.” He chuckled as he made his way into the small, dark room with a beer in his hand. The only light was coming from the full moon outside the window that the figure was standing in front of. As Dean got closer, he could tell that the figure was a girl, dressed in what appeared to be a 1920’s flapper costume. The girl turned to him with a confused look on her face. “Who are you?” She asked him, her e/c eyes raking him up and down. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.” He smiled at her, holding his hand out for her to shake. She smiled softly at him in return and took his hand in hers, a chill ran up his spine when she did but he was drunk, and it was October so he didn’t think much of it. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” She told him, shaking his hand softly before releasing it.

“I really dig the costume, sweetheart, but I uh, gotta ask, what’re you doing up here all by yourself?” Dean asked as he leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the window. The girl looked down at her dress for a minute before looking back at him. “Um.. Thank you, I think.” She said as she went back to standing in front of the window. “I simply prefer to be alone, is that so bad?” She asked, turning her head to look at him. “No.. No of course not, I totally get it. I came here tonight to get away.” Dean sighed a bit, moving to stand next to the girl and look out the window. “Get away from what?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of him. He turned his head to the side to look at her, getting lost in her eyes for a minute as he thought of what to tell her.

“If I tell you, you’re gonna think I’m crazy.” He huffed out a bit as he turned away from her and slumped against the wall. He sat on the floor, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bended at the knee. She looked down at him for a moment before moving to sit crisscrossed on the floor beside him. “I promise I won’t.” She told him, still looking over at him, waiting for him to tell her what was on his mind. “My Dad, little brother and I- we- we hunt monsters.” Dean started not daring to look over at the girl beside him. When she didn’t speak or run away, he took that as his sign to keep talking. “We hunt down things like vampires, werewolves, and ghosts. We kill ‘em and we save people, which is great. I just...” He ran a hand through his hair, bringing the beer to his lips to take a swig.

“Need a break?” The girl spoke up from beside him. He turned his head towards her so quickly he made himself a little dizzy in his still drunken state. “Yeah, you get it.” He smiled a bit at her. They spent the next few hours talking about hunting, Halloween, and other random things. Dean had never really had anyone other than Sam that he could talk to about hunting so it was great to finally having someone he could do that with. It was a few hours later when he checked the watch on his wrist and seen it was nearing 4am. He cursed under his breath and turned to the girl he had been talking to for hours. “Hey, I gotta get back before my Dad cause otherwise he’ll kill me for leaving Sammy alone.” Dean laughed a bit as he clumsily got to his feet.

He was still a bit drunk, and he was starting to get pretty tired too. The girl stood up as well, laughing a bit. “I understand, it was very nice talking to you.” She said to him. “I could walk you home, if you want.” Dean mumbled out nervously as he looked down at her. “That’s okay, I’ll be just fine. You just make sure you get back safely to your brother.” She told him with a sweet smile before she leaned forward to gently kiss his cheek. Her lips were cold, probably from the temperature and her choice of clothing, he figured, but very soft. It made a blush rise to his cheeks as she pulled back from him. He looked down at her with a soft smile, taking in the beauty of her.

He couldn’t help but gently place his hand on her cheek, the other moving to her waist as he slowly leaned in to gently kiss her on the lips. She stood still for a moment before she leaned into him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back. That same chill from before ran up his spine but he ignored it, the only feeling that mattered to him right now was her lips on his. He broke away from the kiss a few seconds later and pressed his forehead against hers. “Goodbye, Dean Winchester.” She said sweetly, though Dean could see the tinge of sadness beneath her eyes. “Goodbye, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smiled back at her, kissing her gently on the forehead before he walked out of the room. He turned and took one last look at her before he walked down the stairs, both of them waving to each other.

Joe and Mary’s - Present Day – 5:30 pm

“Dean, are you gonna tell me what the hell happened back there?” Sam questioned his older brother as they walked into the diner and sat in the same booth as they had that morning. After seeing her he had immediately stormed out of the house, Sam following close on his heels trying to figure out what was going on. Dean had no idea how she was there... How she was dead, but he knew one thing; he blamed himself. Maybe if he hadn’t left her alone that night. “I’d rather not. Can we just eat and research like we normally do? Please?” Dean was willing to beg at this point if Sam would just leave the subject alone. “Alright, fine.” Sam gave in with a sigh just as the waitress, Kailee, walked over to them to take their order for the second time that day. “Hey guys, welcome back.” She smiled at them and took their orders. A few minutes after she left Sam spoke up. “Okay, so, I looked into that house some more.” Sam said to Dean to get his attention. “Alright, anything weird happen there? Any deaths?” Dean asked as he held his hands together on the table. “Uh, yeah, quite a few actually.” Sam answered his brother as he handed him the tablet to read.

Victor Brickenden (1784)

Anastasia Brickenden (1790)

Theo Brickenden (1798)

Isabelle Brickenden (1799)

Amelia Donovan (1829)

Connor Dunkley (1856)

Edward Calderon (1859)

Olive Lambert (1877)

Tabatha Schofield (1884)

Alison Dawe (1901)

Amarah Cantrell (1909)

Seraphina O'Connor (1913)

Ezra Pierson (1917)

Y/N Y/L/N (1922)

Cordelia Mcleod (1928)

Harley O'Quinn (1935)

Elizabeth Wainwright (1941)

Melody Stout (1953)

Sky Nolan (1957)

Juan Bohner (1969)

Eden Ward (1974)

Alexander Ward (1974)

Elijah Ward (1974)

“Looks like the house was built and lived in by the Brickenden family until they all passed. Then the house was taken by the state after Eden, Alexander Ward and their 5-year-old son were found brutally murdered in the house in 1974, they never figured out who did it.” Sam told Dean but his voice had started to fade out as his mind started to go into a frenzy the moment he had seen her name. Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe she just had the same name as the girl he had known, that had to be it. Sam was still talking to him about the history of the house when Dean opened a new tab to search her name.

The only thing that came up besides the abandoned house history was death records for her and a news article from Halloween 1922. “Ohio Girl Found Murdered In Family Home”- Dean clicked on the article to read it. It explained that the girls' mother woke that morning to find her daughter had been stabbed to death in the living room while the family was sleeping. She had been sneaking in from a Halloween party. Of course, the case was never solved but it was chalked up to be a robbery turned murder. A wrong place, wrong time situation. He scrolled farther down the page, stumbling upon a picture of the girl.

“Oh my god.” Dean voiced out loud, sitting up straighter in the booth as he stared at the picture on the screen. “Dean? What is it?” Sam asked, concern laced in his voice. Dean looked up from the screen at his brother with wide eyes, he had completely forgotten Sam was even there. He handed the tablet back to his brother, leaning forward a bit to tap on the picture frantically. “That’s her.” Dean stated as he leaned back in his seat again. Sam took a minute to look at the picture and the article before looking at his brother confused. It was the same girl they had seen at the house, but something didn’t make sense.

“Dean, how could you possibly know a girl that died in 1922?” Sam asked him, locking the tablet and laying it on the table. “Hell if I know.” Dean shrugged his shoulders. “But I do, Sammy, I swear.” He told him. He wouldn’t lie about something like this, and he knew Sam knew that. “Okay, say you do know her, Dean. How? When did you meet her?” Sam asked him. “That party I went to-” “That you ditched me for.” “Shut up, that party I went to, it was at that house. I couldn’t figure out why it looked so damn familiar to me at first.” Dean started as Sam looked at him with his eyebrows still knit together, waiting for his brother to get to the point. “I met her there. I.. I spent almost the whole night with her.” Dean admitted to his brother, leaning further back into the booth.

The confused look still remained on Sam’s face. “How did you not figure out she was a ghost?” Sam asked, visibly confused by what his brother was telling him. “Dude, it was fucking October in Ohio. It was cold out.” Dean argued back. “And, well, she could hold things, touch things. Touch me.” Dean told him, a sort of embarrassed look on his face when he admitted it out loud. “Touch you?” Sam asked with a curious eyebrow raised. Dean’s eyes widened when he realized what his brother was thinking. “I didn’t screw a ghost!” Dean recoiled loudly, leaning forward in his seat quickly. The few people in the diner turned to look at the brothers in bewilderment for a moment before going back to what they were doing. Sam couldn’t help the laugh that came out of him at the situation.

Meanwhile Dean just closed his eyes and shook his head at himself for not saying that quieter. “Okay so you didn’t... do the "monster mash" with Casper the friendly ghost, where’d she touch you?” Sam asked, his laughter slowly dying out. Dean stared at his brother with a blank, angry look on his face and shook his head at him. “Just normal places, man, it was all PG... and I might have kissed her.” He said the last part quieter, hoping Sam didn’t catch it but knowing he did. “What was that?” Sam grinned at him, cupping his hand around his ear as he turned his head towards his older brother.

“I kissed her, alright, you happy?” Dean grumbled at his brother as the dark-haired waitress came back with their food. After the waitress left, they talked about the case and what they were going to do. They could either go and dig up 23 graves and burn all their bones right now or, they could go back to the house to try and figure out what spirit was doing this. They decided on the latter as that was much less work. After they finished eating and paid their bill they got back into the Impala and drove towards the house.

The Brickenden House – 7:45 pm

Shotguns in one hand, flashlights in the other they made their way into the house. “Dean, do you think it could be her?” Sam asked his brother as they walked into the living room. Dean hadn’t wanted to think about that, of the possibility that the once sweet girl he had known, even if she was a ghost, was now a vengeful spirit attacking kids. “I dunno, man. I hope not.” He answered Sam as they continued walking around the house. They searched the whole downstairs before looking at the rickety staircase. “It’s probably safe.” Dean shrugged as he stepped onto the stairs, wincing a bit when they made a loud creaking sound, but they surprisingly didn’t crack. “See, it’s fine.” Dean gave Sam a tight-lipped smile as he slowly made his way up the stairs, Sam a few steps behind him.

As they reached the top of the stairs Dean could see a figure standing in one of the rooms. He wordlessly signaled to Sam there was something up there and they quietly made their way into the room. The figure turned to face them, confusion on her face before her eyes settled on Dean. “Y/N...” Dean said softly though he still kept his shotgun pointed at her. “Dean...” She smiled softly, sadly, at him. “Are you the one who took those kids?” Sam asked bluntly, walking closer to the girl. “What? No, of course not!” She answered him quickly, her eyes flicking from Sam to Dean. The boys relaxed a bit and pointed their shotguns down.

The girl let out a small sigh of relief, her eyes flitting back over to Dean. “Do you know who took them?” Sam asked her, her gaze turning back towards him. “I do, I was planning to tell you before you two ran out of here earlier.” She said as she walked closer towards them. “Who is it?” Dean asked, finally able to find his voice. “Alexander. He wasn’t murdered, he killed his family and then himself. I was here...” She trailed off, her gaze flicking to the ground. “There was nothing I could do.” She said sadly as she looked back at the two of them. “Okay but if he’s been dead since ‘74 why is he just now attacking people?” Sam asked her.

“Because I’m too weak to stop him now. I tried to stop him from hurting those boys...” She admitted to them, walking over to the window. The moonlight shone in allowing them to really see her. She was starting to fade away. “I don’t suppose you know where he’s buried?” Dean asked, looking over at her. “I don’t, I’m sorry. But when I was alive there was only two graveyards, I’d say it’s still the same.” She told him, the smile he remembered so fondly was gone from her face. “What about the boys' bodies? Where are they?” Sam asked her. “In the basement...” She answered him, sadness in her voice. “And what about you, where were you buried?” Sam asked curiously. “If you tell us we can burn your bones too, set you free from here.” Dean added, looking at her with sadness in his eyes. “Westerville Catholic Cemetery.” She told them, her eyes flicking too somewhere behind them.

“Now, go, get out of here. I’ll hold him off.” She spoke quickly as she disappeared from the room. They figured him was Alexander and they took off out the door, down the stairs, outside and into the Impala. “Alright, see if you can find what cemetery they buried him at online.” Dean said as he pulled out onto the road. Sam just nodded at him as he started searching it on his phone. While Sam figured out what cemetery Dean called the police station to let them know where to find the bodies of the missing boys. Sam was able to figure out that both Y/N and Alexander were buried at the same place. “Aha! We never get that lucky. That’s great!” Dean said as they headed towards the cemetery.

Westerville Catholic Cemetery — 8:30 pm

“Alright, let’s take care of Alexander first.” Sam said as they pulled into the cemetery and looked for the headstone with his name on it. After finding it they got to work on digging up the grave. A moment after Dean dropped the matches into the casket the air around them seemed to shockingly get colder. “You boys did it.” Her voice spoke from behind them. They both turned around with smiles on their faces. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.” Sam said still smiling at her. “Now, let’s get you to Heaven, sweetheart.” Dean told her with a smile as well, grabbing the shovel from the ground. Sam did the same and they allowed her to lead them to her grave.

“This is it.” She said, placing her hand on the old headstone. As Sam started digging, her and Dean walked over to a bench to sit and talk. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you then, I just didn’t know how.” She said after a few minutes of silence had passed them by. “I don’t blame ya, I told you my family kills ghosts, that would’ve scared me too.” Dean laughed a little bit, thinking back to what he had said that night he met her. She laughed a little bit too and it helped ease Dean’s mind.

“What happened, the night you died?” Dean asked quietly, looking over at her. “I had just turned 18 and I decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out of the house, go to a Halloween party-” She laughed a little bit at that given the circumstances of how they met. “When I came back home there was a man in my living room, he was stealing, of course. But he had no mask on, so I saw him. He knew there was no going back after that, so he charged me and killed me.” She told him, looking over to see his reaction. “I’m so sorry...” Dean said, looking at her sadly. “How did you not go vengeful?” He asked. He couldn’t stop the question before it came out of his mouth. “I’m really not sure... I was really angry for a while but eventually I just realized that anger was pointless. There was nothing I could do now so why be angry about something that I can’t change?” She shrugged her shoulders a little bit, watching as Sam continued to dig up her casket.

Dean chuckled a bit from beside her. “Huh, I wish every ghost was like you.” He admitted to her. “It’d certainly make your job, easier, hm?” She turned her head to smile at him. He grinned back at her just as Sam spoke up. “Alright, you ready?” He said, getting out of the grave and looking over at the two of them. They both stood up and made their way over to him. Dean picked up the salt and sprinkled it onto the girls' bones and Sam grabbed the box of matches. “Before we do this I really just wanna say thank you, again. We seriously couldn’t have done it without you.” Sam smiled softly at her. “Seriously, thank you, sweetheart.” Dean added with a smile as well.

“It was no problem. Thank you both, for freeing me.” She smiled at them both before walking over to Dean. She leaned up and kissed him on his cheek and he smiled softly down at her. He could make out the sound of Sam striking the matches beside them. “Goodbye, Dean Winchester.” She smiled sweetly at him, the same way she had 24 years ago. Dean smiled back at her and leaned forward to kiss her forehead just as Sam threw the matches in her casket. “Goodbye, Y/N Y/L/N.” He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as her soul went up in flames and when he opened his eyes she was gone.

#self reblog #a little reblog of this since it’s one of my favorite things I’ve wrote #and it was set in Halloween of 2022 which is right around the corner #f: ghost of you

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