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Literally not that this needs any more reblogs I just love it. And again not that anyone's listening and or following me duhh🤣🤣. BUT people need to read this it's and read her work cuz its most gosh darn cute tooting thing I've read in a while. Also ik I said I'd post more....so this is it🤣. But when I have more time I'll rant more. So this is the best i gots.

“Batman, you need to-IS THAT A BABY ?!” - Batfam x Fem!reader

Synopsis : Bruce and Batmom bring their newborn daughter to the Watchtower, so she can meet their friends (or vice versa). Includes an overprotective Damian, League members who cannot believe the Batman is smiling, and other shenanigans.  

Oop, I’m back (?). My dudes. It’s been TWO YEARS since I last posted here. Two. Years. I posted like, two life update…don’t know if some of y’all saw it, but long story short : I got married, I have a son now, and everything is going so well in my life that I didn’t really need the validation I got from writing online…Buuuuuuuuuuuuut, I still love writing. And so, after quite a long break, here I am :). Hope you will enjoy this, don’t hesitate to let me know if you do : 

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

My masterlist : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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“You’re evil, you know that right ?” You say, raising an eyebrow.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love.” He answers, a small smile on his lips. You turn to him and…Oh that smug look, that smug look you loved so much. He definitely DEFINITELY knew what he was doing. 

And that it was utterly…evil. 

“It’s going to be FUN !” 

Ah, and here’s his little devil. Damian himself. He loved this. Partly because he thought it was funny to mess with everyone, partly because he liked showing that you guys were a family. 

“They won’t believe their eyes !” His little voice kept going, followed by a big roar of laughter that sounded, by all means, more childlike than devilish. 

“That they won’t, they always seem so surprised when Bruce acts like a human.” 

Jason. Still not calling Bruce “dad” (except sometimes, by “accident”, and even him don’t realize he did), he’d only slowly been back at the manor, with all of you. And, for sure, a certain important event which happened about four months ago made it so he came back to live at home.

Dick chuckled and added : “Who would blame them ? We’re talking about a man who eats his burgers with a knife and fork !” He gestured to his father with his left thumb, his other hand shielding part of his mouth as if he was telling them all a secret, as if he was trying to be discreet, so his dad wouldn’t hear…Always quite the little clown, that eldest son of yours. With his exaggerated mannerism, and that sparkle in his eyes, in his smile. 

“I’m certain some of them thought he was genuinely a cyborg for YEARS” Tim added, quite seriously, his tone the opposite of his older brother (and that was just his way of joking…you think). And honestly ? Yeah, you were pretty sure some of your friends at the JLA thought your husband was a robot, at one point. 

Oh yes. That’s where you were going, to the JLA’s headquarters. To execute Bruce’s plan. Quite the evil plan indeed. 

“Hell, even I thought he was one before I met you guys !” Duke chimed in, and that made Cassandra smile widely, as she shook her head up and down pointing at Duke as if to say : “what he just said”. 

And in a very Bruce manner, your husband kept a straight face, ignoring his children’s teasing. Only you, saw that twinkle in his eyes, that smile that might not reach his mouth, but was definitely dancing in those bright blue eyes. 

Oh yes. Yes, your friends were in for quite the surprise. 

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I don't post often. Actually let me rephrase that I barely post at all 🤣. And especially not like this but I plan and want to be more active soon so this might happen more often. I know not many people if any at all actually read what I post. But in hoping to post more often just for my own sake and if other people like what I do I'd be really happy. I don't have a new chapter just yet but I will be doing a Supernatural Bingo by JACKLESVERSE BINGO. As of right now I just really wanna share my new hobby.

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Chapter 8 Dead in the Water Part 3

"Guys I don't feel good about this," I whispered as we walked toward Mr. Carlton. 

"Do you want to sit this one out?" Dean asked. 

"No-maybe…I-I just wished we could give him more time to grieve and process all of this. I don't know if I can face him." I mumbled as I came to a stop. I felt a shiver go down my spine and my stomach turn. 

My eyes darted toward the floor while I wrapped my arms around myself. I heard Sam and Dean stop in their tracks. 

Dean wrapped his arms around me and pecked my forehead, "You don't have to force yourself, Nikki. Dean and I can handle this." Sammy reassured me. 

"Are you sure? I don't-" Dean cut me off. 

"Well be fine sweetheart. Go wait by Baby. We won't be gone long."

"I-" I sighed, " Fine." 

I turned around and started walking to Baby. Once I got there I plopped myself and leaned against her hood. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. 

"You know Baby. I wouldn't trade this life for the world. I've learned to accept and love this life as it is. But days like these make me wonder if I've made the right choice. A man lost both his children and we come here not to give our condolences but to interrogate him. There are days I wish I was a normal person. That I didn't have to be a hero. Maybe I could've had an apple pie life. A white picket fence, a husband, and children. But every time I look at Dad, Sam, and Dean I know that I would never regret my decision." I ranted and sighed. 

"Thanks for listening, Baby." I laughed as I ´talked´ to Baby. I turned my head and I saw Sam and Dean walk back with solemn faces. 

"Hey." I called out and met them halfway, "So? Anything?" 

Sammy shook his head in response. 

"Well, I didn't expect anything either." I sighed. 

"So now what?" Sammy asked as he leaned against the roof of the Impala. 

"Aw, I think the guys been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean replied 

"That's an understatement," I said as I crossed my arms and leaned against Dean. 

"So now what?" Sammy asked. As I was about to answer I felt Dean tense. I turned to look at Dean and I saw him staring at the Carlton's house. 

I felt a sudden realization hit me, "Dee are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked as I looked at him and the house. 

"Uh-huh," Dean answered. 

"What is it?" Sammy asked. 

"I think Dee and I found our next clue," I responded as I pulled out Lucas's drawing from Dean's jacket pocket. 

"Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something," Dean said as we compared Lucas's drawing to the house.

We just parked in front of Andreas's house. After looking at the drawing Lucas gave Dean we decided that our next course of action was to talk to him. 

"Do you think we can get to him?" I asked them as we approached the door. 

"Who knows but we gotta try," Dean told me as he rang the doorbell. 

We waited until Andrea opened the door, "Oh, what are you guys doing here?" She asked. 

"Can we talk inside," Dean said motioning inside the house. 

"Sure," Andrea answered as she moved aside to let us inside. 

"Sorry for the sudden visit but we need to talk to Lucas," I told her as we stood in front of the door. 

She turned to look at us in shock, "What for?" 

"We think he might know something," I replied. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." She told us.

"I just need to talk to him." Dean pleaded with her, "Just for a few minutes." 

"He won't say anything. What good is it gonna do?" She questioned apprehensively. 

"Andre, we think more people might get hurt. We think somethings happening out there." Sammy answered. 

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." She denied. 

"If that's what you really believe, then we’ll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean said trying to reason with her. 

Her silence answered for her but I could tell she was still hesitant.

"Andrea," I called her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I promise to you we would never intentionally harm your son. If at any moment you fear that we could well leave." 

She sighed, "Follow me." 

We approached a room. I turned to look in and saw Lucas sitting and coloring. I stood next to Sam as we decided to let Dean talk to Lucas. He entered the room and crouched down next to Lucas. 

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked as Lucas ignored him and continued to draw. 

"You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for the last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." Dean said as he took out the drawing of the house and placed it down in front of Lucas. 

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." Dean tried to talk to him but he only continued to draw. 

"You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But you see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about it every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your Dad wants you to be brave too." Dean spoke to Lucas. Having a heart-to-heart with him. 

Hearing him say those words nearly brought tears to my eyes. He has been through so much. I glanced at Sam next to me and I could tell he was surprised by his words. 

We saw Lucas drop his crayon and look up at Dean. And that's when I knew that Dean got to him. Lucas handed Dean another picture but from the angle that I was standing from I couldn't see what the drawing was. 

"Thanks, Lucas." Dean thanked.

We headed back downstairs but before I exited the house, I turned to Andrea, "Thank you for trusting us." I said and ran to catch up with Sam and Dean. 

Before Dean could enter the Impala, I latched onto his hand, "Dee, could we talk for a second?" I asked, motioning for Sammy to go in ahead of us. 

"Sure," Dean replied as Sammy entered. 

"You're not Atlas you know," I told him with a frown. 

"What do you mean?" Dean scoffed. 

"You know what I mean. You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Dee Im here for you. Sammys here for you. We're all in this together." I said, "You don't have to always play the tough guy. You are not alone and sometimes I think you need to be reminded of that. Dee, we love you, and even if Sammy might not say it." 

Dean sighed and wrapped his arms around me, "I love you." He whispered in my hair. 

"I love you too." I responded as I snaked my arms around him, "You okay now?" 

"Thank you, sweetheart." He said as he let me go. 

"You are welcome. That's what I'm here for." I replied cheekily as we entered Baby, "So where to next?"

We were driving while looking for the building that was on Lucas’s drawing. 

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died," Dean mentioned as he drove. 

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies," Sammy explained as he held the picture of a church. 

"Yeah… psychic tendencies." I laughed out and scratch the back of my neck nervously. 

"What was that Nikki?" Sammy asked. 

"What? I didn't say anything." I replied with a smile, "So what now?" 

"Im not sure. But whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please." Dean said sarcastically. 

"All right, we got another house to find," Sammy answered. 

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone," Dean said, irritated. 

"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." Sammy retorted. 

"Oh college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean sassed as I leaned over Sammy's shoulder to take a look at the picture. 

"You know Sammy's not wrong." I told Dean, "I'm not sure exactly what kind of church it is. But from the looks of it, it seems to be from the Carpenter Gothic era. Few churches have that architectural style nowadays and that tower over to the left was popular back in the gothic revival during the late 19th century." 

I looked up from the picture to see Sammy and Dean staring at me, "What?" I asked. 

"We just weren't expecting that," Sammy replied as Dean returned his focus to the road. 

"Well, you aren't the only smarty pants around here. I read things too." I said as I stuck out my tongue.

Sammy chuckled at my expression before a short silence followed. Only the sound of the music filled the car. 

"You know um…" Sammy said as he broke the silence, "What you said about Mom…You never told me that before." 

"It's no big deal," Dean answered as I sighed at him.

"Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or something, are we?" Dean said ruining the moment. 

"DEE!" I exclaimed through my teeth. 

"What?" He asked, confused. 

We approached a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. Dean held up the picture and we looked at it, comparing it to the scene in front of us. There was a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. We looked up at the church before crossing the street to the house. 

I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. An old lady came and opened the door, "Oh, hello." 

"Hello, ma’am. I'm Agent Fisher, this is Agent Hamil and this is Agent Ford. We´re with the U.S. Wildlife Service." I said while holding up my fake ID. 

"Oh, well what brings you here?" She asked, confused. 

"Well, there's been an issue with the lake and we'd like to ask you some questions." I clarified. 

"I don't think I have the answers you're looking for." She denied.

"Ma’am we truly believe you have the missing link we are looking for. Your contribution could prevent any more deaths from happening." I pleaded with her. 

She hesitated before moving aside and answered, "Please come in." 

"Thank you, ma’am." I thanked her as we walked in. 

Once we were inside the house, "We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue cap, has a red bicycle." Dean questioned. 

"No, sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She answered solemnly as she held back her tears. 

She turned back to look at a picture of who I could only assume was Peter, "The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." She sighed and looked back to face us. 

Sammy pointed toward several toy soldiers on the table. Reminiscent of Lucas's toy soldiers. 

"Losing him—you know, it's…it's worse than dying." She choked out. 

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked, gently. 

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he showed up." She replied, heartbroken. 

"Our apologies we didn't mean to bring up any bad memories. But for what it's worth I'm sure he knew how much you loved him." I tried to comfort her. 

I saw Dean move toward the mirror. He picked up a picture from the mirror. I couldn't see the picture from this angle. 

"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970." He read from the picture. 

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Chapter 7 Dead in the Water Part 2

"So there,'s the three drowning victims this year," Sammy said as he was working on his laptop. 

"Any before that?" Dean asked while he and I were going through his clothes. 

"Uh, yeah," Sammy replied. 

I dropped Dean's shirt as I moved to look at Sammy's laptop. I leaned over his shoulder and skimmed through the articles that he pulled up. 

"Dear god." I whispered as I read the headline of the article; "12 -YEAR -OLD DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc"

"Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there's something out there, it's picking up its pace." Sammy commented.

 Dean tossed one of his clothes onto our bed and questioned, "So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge." 

"I don't know if that's the case," I muttered as I looked through the articles. 

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me," Sammy said.

"Why?" Dean queried as he read over Sammy's other shoulder. 

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing," Sammy answered.

"Exactly. It just strikes me as odd that no one ever mentioned it before." I added with my brows furrowed. 

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name." Dean said as he pointed toward the comment section of the article. 

"Wait a minute isn't that Andrea's last name?" I asked. 

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sammy clicked a link that opened a new page, "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's Father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sammy read. 

"Poor Lucas." I gasped as Sammy clicked on the picture for a closer look. I could see the fear in his eyes. My eyes started to water as I thought of the pain that he endured. 

"Maybe we have an eyewitness after all," Sammy said as he scratched his head. 

Dean wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I leaned against his shoulder with my face in his neck. 

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean added. I watched Dean's crestfallen face as he looked at the picture of Lucas. He saw himself in Lucas. I snaked my arms around his neck and held him close. 

We held each other tighter, trying to comfort each other. Some things don't need to be said to bring someone peace. 

I glimpsed at the kids laughing and playing in the park. What a joy pure innocent minds can bring. We saw Andrea sitting on a bench as she watched Lucas, who was at another bench coloring by himself. 

"Hi," I called, catching her attention as she looked up to see Sam, Dean, and me. 

"Can we join you?" Sammy asked. 

"I'm here with my son," Andrea answered with a smile as she snuck a glance at Lucas. 

Dean looked at Lucas, "Oh, mind if I say hi?" He said and walked toward Lucas.

 "Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me." She laughed while Sammy and I sat on either side of her. 

"I don't think that's what this is about," Sammy explained. 

"Dean is really sweet when you get to know him," I whispered as I watched him play with Lucas. 

"Mhm." Andrea hummed. I turned to look at her because I could feel her eyes on me. 

"What?" I questioned, confused.

"I see the way you two look at each other." She commented with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I laughed and looked away, embarrassed. 

"Glad to know I'm not the only one who sees it." I heard Sammy mock as Andrea laughed in response. 

"Ahem. Moving on." I faked coughing to catch their attention, "We’re here to ask if you know anything about the lake." 

There was an awkward pause before I said, "You don't have to say anything if you're uncomfortable I get it." 

"No. It's just-" I interjected before she could finish. 

"It's okay. I can tell you're uncomfortable so I won't push any further. But if you think there's anything important that we should know. You can just tell us." I reassured her as I rubbed her shoulders.

 "I’m going to go check on them. You wanna come with Sammy?" I offered and stood up. 

"I’m good. I'll keep Andrea company." Sammy declined.

As I walked closer I could hear what Dean was saying, "...or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake. Okay, no problem. This is for you." 

I watched Dean hold out a picture he drew to Lucas. I sat down next to Lucas and looked at Dean's stick figure drawing. 

"This is my Family." Dean said as he pointed to each person, "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, that's my Nicole, and that's me." 

A silence followed as Lucas ignored Dean and continued drawing, "All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around Lucas." Dean said as he gestured for me to follow him. 

I shook my head in response. Getting the message he walked toward Andrea and Sammy who was now standing away from the bench. 

I placed a hand on Lucas's back, in hopes of getting my emotions across. I didn't say anything and neither did he. I watched as he picked up the picture that Dean drew. He looked at me and looked back at the picture. I felt him lean closer toward me. He turned and pointed toward the smaller female stick figure. I just smiled and nodded. 

What I was learning from Lucas was that sometimes you didn't want or need someone to say sweet words to you or to comfort you. Sometimes you just need someone to listen and to have someone to lean on without having to say a word. I could only hope that he felt what I was feeling. 

He picked up a new piece of paper and started a new drawing. I took a peek at what he was drawing. It was a house. A house I had seen before. The Carlton's house. He looked up and stared at me and immediately knew what it meant. We stood up and walked over to Dean, Andrea, and Sammy.

"I just wish-Hey, sweetie." Andrea greeted Lucas. 

He ignored her and passed the drawing to Dean. 

"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." Dean acknowledged before Lucas headed back to the bench. 

The three of us glanced at one another before looking at the drawing. 

"Thanks so much for your time, Andrea. I think it's time we get going though." I said with a smile.

"Oh, of course. No problem." She replied.

I waved her goodbye as we walked off. 

Dean and I lay on the bed. My head rested on his chest as he held me. Dean and I decided to stay in the motel while Sammy went to the Carlton's house. 

"You okay?" I asked and he hummed in reply.

"I still can't believe you let Sammy take Baby." I sighed 

"You and I both know you can't drive." Dean laughed.

"Yes, I can," I argued, slightly offended. 

"Sweetheart. You can't drive. Do you remember the last time you tried to drive?" Dean said bluntly.

"It was only a scratch!?" I exclaimed

"Babe. You flipped her upside down and you were in bed for weeks." Dean remarked with a smirk.

"I-uh, well. Hmph." I huffed and pouted in frustration. 

"Don't give me that face." Dean laughed as he peppered my face with kisses.

"Hehehe! Stop! It tickles! HAHAHAAHA I CANT BREATHE! DEE STOP!" I giggled and wiggled in his arms trying to avoid his kisses. 

"Now that's the face I like to see." Dean sighed. I felt his grip tighten and pull me closer. 

I buried my face in his chest and breathed in his comforting scent. I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment. We just held each other in silence being comforted by each other's touch. Dean gently petted my hair and pecked my forehead. I could feel my consciousness slowly drift but before I could let slumber take over I heard Dean whisper. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too," I mumbled incoherently with my eyes heavy-lidded. 

"You know I've been thinking." Dean started.

"Mhm" I hummed 

"With Dad gone maybe-" Dean got cut off by Sammy coming into the room.

Dean and I moved to sit up while I rubbed the drowsiness from my eyes.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie," Sammy said. 

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

Sammy sat next to me and explained, "I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." 

Hearing that immediately woke me up getting rid of any sleepiness I had left. 

"What?" I questioned. 

"He drowned?" Dean asked. 

"Yep. In the sink." Sammy replied 

"Oh, my god. How did that even happen?" I queried. 

"I don't know," Sammy answered. 

"What the hell. So, you guys were right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean commented. 

"Yeah, but what?" Sammy asked. 

"Well, whatever it is we need to move faster. This thing is killing more and more people by the minute." I said, "From what we know it doesn't have a physical body and easily moves in the water. What are our options?" 

"Water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water from the same source." Dean said as he had a realization. 

"The lake." Sammy continued. 

"That's why it's upping the body count," I mumbled.

"The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time." Sammy explained. 

"And if it can get through the pipes. It can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Dean said as stood up from the bed "This is gonna happen again soon." He sat down on a chair. 

"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has to do with Bill Carlton." Sammy said.

"Yeah, it took both his kids," Dean replied. 

"Am I the only one who has a feeling that the sheriff had something to with this too? I mean I don't have any evidence it's just a gut feeling." I mentioned my suspicion of the sheriff. 

"Well, it's not a bad theory. Because I've been asking around. Lucas’s Dad, Chris–Bill Carlton's godson." Sammy answered. 

"Huh, Well what are the odds," I muttered and crossed my arms. 

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." 

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Chapter 6 Dead in the water part 1

I was sitting on a stool next to Dean watching him circle obituaries in the newspaper.

I sighed in boredom and lowered my head onto my hand. The three of us were currently staying in a place called "The Lynnwood Inn". Dean and I finished eating and we were just waiting for Sammy. 

I continued to watch Dean circle obituaries when an attractive blonde waitress approached us. 

"Can I get you anything else?" She flirted with a seductive smile on her face. 

Dean, Dad, and I tried not to make too much of a fuss or a scene during a hunt. We didn't want random people snooping in our business. It would only cause us more trouble. So Dean and I usually try to keep our relationship private. Because Dad didn't want us to draw attention so we promised that in public we would continue to pretend to be siblings. It was just more convenient for us. Dean of course was never one to follow that rule. 

I hated it when girls flirted with Dean and there was nothing I could do about it. It was girls like her that I couldn't help but feel jealous of. She was blonde, in a revealing pink tank top, and wearing jean shorts that barely covered her bottom. She was beautiful. Man's greatest weakness. 

Before Dean could reply I lifted my head out of my hand, "How about the check? Thanks." I replied snarkily with a smile. 

"Okay." She answered and walked away but not without taking one last glance at Dean. 

I huffed and propped my head against my hand as I watched her walk away. I glanced at my clothes comparing myself to the scantily dressed waitress. I was wearing a plain white long-sleeve shirt, a black leather jacket, and a black miniskirt with leggings underneath. 

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt someone watching me and from the corner of my eye, I could see Dean staring at me. I turned my attention over to him. He was grinning from ear to ear with a pen in his mouth. 

"What are you looking at?" I asked with my brows furrowed. 

"You're jealous." He smirked. 

"I don't know what you are talking about." I innocently said as I crossed my arms and turned away from him. 

I felt his hand grab onto my shoulder and before I knew it he pulled me into his chest. I laid my head against his chest with his right arm wrapped around me. I tilted my head back to look at him. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't reply, he only lifted me onto his lap and made me face him. 

My legs hung out from the side as he had one hand wrapped around my back and the other cradled my head, "You're cute when you're jealous." He whispered. 

"I told you I-" He pulled me into a kiss before I could finish my sentence. 

He caught me off guard and I tensed when I first felt his lips but soon enough I melted into him. With a soft sigh, I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. My mind felt hazy, I couldn't focus on anything other than the man in front of me. I felt shivers go down my spine as he continued to kiss me and caress my body. I placed one hand on his cheek and pulled back slightly to take a breath. I looked into his emerald eyes and couldn't help but be drawn by them. No matter how many times I've looked into his eyes, I could be with him for an eternity, and I'd still get lost in them. He lightly pecked my lips but before he could go any further I heard someone cough from behind us. 

I raised my head and I saw Sam standing behind us. I felt blood rush to my face. I quickly squeezed Dean's shoulders and buried my face into his chest. I felt so embarrassed. I got so distracted by Dean I completely forgot we were in a public place. I immediately got out of Dean's lap and scurried back to my seat. 

I heard Dean sigh as I left his embrace. I was so mortified I wished the earth would swallow me whole. I felt Sam's presence next to me as I wallowed in shame. I covered my face to hide from Sam's penetrating, humiliating gaze. 

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean groaned. "This is fun." I felt Dean gesture toward him and me. 

Once I had composed myself I brought myself out of my pit of shame and turned to face Sam and Dean. 

"Here, take a look at this. Think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago." Dean explained to us as he showed us the newspaper. 

"A funeral?" Sammy questioned. 

"Without the body?" I asked as I furrowed my brows. 

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Dean clarified. 

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam scowled. 

"Sam!" I yelped.

"What." He snapped as he lightly glared at me. I couldn't help but sigh and look away. I knew that this wasn't about the case but about Dad. 

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked as he looked at Sam. I slowly lowered my head. It was at times like these I hated sitting in between them. 

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day." Sammy said exasperatedly. 

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean questioned as I sunk further into my seat. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed as they continued to argue. 

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sammy complained. 

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Dean snapped. 

"Yeah, I know you do, It's just-" Dean cut him off as they continued to argue. I could feel myself get more frustrated as they fought. 

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then we're going to kill everything bad between here and there, okay?" I knew I had to intervene before someone said something they would regret. 

"Okay, that's enough," I said before they could say anything else and I lifted my head to look at both of them. They both stop and looked in the opposite direction of the other. 

"Sammy, you need to show some respect to Dean. He's your older brother and he's only trying to do what's best for you. Nothing is going to come out of fighting." I explained as I placed a hand on his shoulder. 

"As for you," I said and turned to Dean, "Try to be nicer to Sammy. We might be used to this but Sammy is going through a rough time. This isn't any easier on him."

"Do I make myself clear?" I asked. I only got a grunt in response. Dean suddenly pulled me into his chest once again and placed his head on my neck. 

I placed my hand on his head as I felt him lightly kiss my neck, "All right, Lake Manitoc. Hey!" Sammy called out trying to gain our attention. 

"Huh?" Dean said as he lifted his head from my neck. 

"How far?" Sammy asked. 

The three of us drove off and soon enough when I looked outside the window we passed by a sign that read "Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI." 

Before I knew it we were pulling up in front of a house and Baby's engine stops. Dean and Sam got out first but before I could even move Dean open the door for me and placed his hand out for me. 

I reached for Dean's hand as he helped me out of the car, "What gentleman." I laughed as Dean placed a kiss on my hand. 

Sammy coughed and gestured to the house, "Come on." I said as Dean and I walked toward the house with Sammy. 

Dean knocked on the door before someone came to open the door.

"Will Carlton?" Dean queried. 

"Yeah, that's right." The man answered. 

"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamil and this is Agent Fisher. We´re with the U.S. Wildlife Service." Dean said as he held up his fake ID. 

He looked to inspect the ID and once he was satisfied, he gestured for us to follow him. We followed him as he brought us to the lake. In the distance, we could see an old man sitting on a bench on the dock. I couldn't help but pity the man as he stared at the lake. 

"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will told us as he looked at the lake. 

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean questioned. 

"Yeah, she was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." Will replied, glancing at the lake every so often. 

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sammy inquired. 

"No, that's what I'm telling you," Will said. 

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface." Sammy continued to prod. 

"No, I–Again. She was really far out there." Will explained. 

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asked as I continued to take mental notes. 

"No, Never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?" Will asked, concerned. 

"Well let you know as soon as we do," Dean replied and started to head back to the car. 

Before I could follow Dean, Sam asked, "What about your father?" 

I turned to look at the poor man sitting at the dock. He didn't seem to be in the right state of mind. But who could blame him? He had just lost his daughter. 

"Can we talk to him?" Sammy queried. 

Will turned to look at his father before responding, "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything, and he's kind of been through a lot." 

"We understand," Sammy said before walking back to the Impala.

"Our condolences," I whispered as I placed a hand on his shoulder before following Sam and Dean. 

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" The sheriff asked. The three of us were currently at the police station searching for more clues. 

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Sammy questioned.

"Like what?" The sheriff queried "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." He explained as we walked into his office and sat down. 

"There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person unless it was the Loch Ness Monster." The sheriff jested.

"Yeah. Right." Dean laughed as we glanced at one another. 

"Sir, we just want to be thorough. You can never be too sure." I lied with a professional smile on my face. 

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still-" He said as he sat down, "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though. I mean, that's the third missing body this year." Dean mentioned. 

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." The sheriff whispered with a downcasted look on his face. 

"I know," Dean replied, his voice laced with sympathy. 

The sheriff sighed as he leaned back into his chair, "Anyway...All this...It won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as I raised a brow. 

"Well, the dam, of course." The sheriff said nonchalantly. 

"Of course. The dam. It, uh yeah, sprung a leak." Dean stammered slightly as he improvised. 

"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that." The sheriff clarified. 

"Exactly," Dean said in agreement as we heard a knock on the door. 

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" I turned and stood up to see a young woman ask, "I can come back later."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my daughter." The sheriff introduced her as he stood up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." Dean said as he walked over to her and put his out for her to shake with his signature smirk on his face. 

"Andrea Barr. Hi," She replied as she shook his hand. 

"Hi," Dean repeated.

I folded my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes at Dean, "He's really pushing my buttons today." I thought.

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." The sheriff told Andrea. 

"Oh." She whispered with a somber look. I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brows as I looked at her. That was a weird reaction. As I was studying Andrea, a boy walked from behind her. 

My eyes softened as I stared at the boy. I always wanted and dreamed of a child of my own one day. My dreams were eventually crushed when I realized that my lifestyle could never support them.  when I was younger I prayed that I would be fortunate enough to one day be blessed to have a child like my parents. But I would never want an everyday life I was more than content and satisfied with the hunter life I was given.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked but the boy left the room without even uttering a word. I smiled sadly as I watched him walk off. Andrea soon followed the boy. 

"His name is Lucas." The sheriff answered. 

From inside the office we watched Andrea gingerly give Lucas some crayons. Sammy then asked, "Is he okay?" 

We turned to look at the sheriff for a reply, "My grandsons been through a lot. We all have."

"Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." The sheriff said as we all walked out of the office. 

"Thanks." Dean said before he turned around and asked, "You know, now you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" 

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks up." Andrea turned around and answered.

"Two-would you mind showing us?" Dean innocently queried with a small smile. 

Andrea laughed with an incredulous look on her face, "You want me to walk you two blocks?" 

"If you don't mind, of course. He isn't exactly the best with directions" I said from behind Dean with a cheeky smile and a hand on his shoulder, "and having a lovely lady around wouldn't hurt either." I smiled.

"Then they definitely don't need me with you around." She laughed, "But I'm headed that way anyway." 

Andrea turned to her father and said, "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." 

She then turned to Lucas, "Well go to the park, okay, sweetie?" she said and kissed his forehead. 

Andrea walked passed us as she left the station. Dean waved goodbye as we left. 

"Thanks again," Sammy said as I took one more glance at Lucas before following them. 

I walked next to Andrea, Dean, and Sammy right behind us, as she lead us along the street. 

"So, cute kid," Dean mentioned, trying to make small talk. 

"Thanks." She replied as we crossed a street. 

"He seems like a sweet kid." I chirped with a smile. 

"He is." She beamed at the mention of him. 

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean said trying to grasp at straws to make small talk. Andrea glanced at him and I couldn't help but giggle as she ignored him. 

"What's it like? Being a mother I mean?" I offhandedly asked, sheepishly, "You don't have to answer if you're uncomfortable, of course." I blurted out, slightly embarrassed. 

"No, no. Being a mother is a lot of adjustments. You are no longer just living for yourself or your husband but for your child. You would sacrifice your entire being and gladly do it all over again just for them to be happy. There's nothing else like it in the world." She answered passionately as I just stared at her. 

"I know that look." She pointed out. 

"W-what look." I stuttered out, surprised as my eyes widened. 

"The look. When do you plan to have children." She queried as we continued to walk. 

I could hear Dean choke on air from behind us. I sighed, "Uh, unfortunately, my career isn't the most conducive for children." I smiled sadly. 

"That's a shame. I didn't think being in the Wildlife service would be that demanding." She commented. 

"Ah, y-yeah. It's a tough job." I mumbled as we finally came to a stop in front of a building that said ‘LAKEFRONT MOTEL’. 

"There it is. Like I said, two blocks." She said.

"Thanks," Sammy said

"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line." She sassed as she looked at Dean and started to walk away. Unable to contain my laughter I bursted out laughing in shock. 

"Enjoy your stay oh and by the way instead of trying your luck with me, you should keep a tighter watch on her." She called back over her shoulder as she motioned to me. I raised an eyebrow, confused. 

I giggled and leaned back into Dean as we watched her walk away. I felt him wrap his arms around me as I tilted my head back to look at him. 

"Kids are the best? That's the best you could come up with." I chuckled. 

"You don't even like kids," Sammy added. 

Dean turned to look at Sam and exclaimed, "I love kids."

"Name three kids that you even know." Sammy retorted as I watched in amusement. 

"I can see two kids in front of me right now." I snickered as they both glared at me.

I turned my head and watched Dean as he racked his brain for an answer. When he came empty-handed Sammy waved his hand and started to walk into the motel. 

"Im thinking!" Dean yelled out as he scratched his head. I giggled at his response and moved to follow Sammy when I was immediately pulled back into his arms. 

"Oof! What was that for?" I breathed out, confused. 

"You heard what the lady said. I should keep a tighter watch on you." Dean smirked as tightened his grip around me.

"Ha ha very funny. You and I know that's not what she meant. I swear you have been pushing my buttons all day." I remarked as I rolled my eyes at him. 

"Hey, I can't help it. Look at this face." He replied sarcastically 

"Oh, don't worry I totally understand," I whispered as I snaked my arms around his neck.

I pulled him closer and brought his face down to my height. He was so close that I feel his breath and his lips were feathered over mine. I stared into his eyes and just as he leaned in I pulled away. 

He looked at me confused. I ran one of my hands through his hair, the other traced his lips and I whispered in his ear, "Just remember I don't share, and don't expect any kisses anytime soon." 

Once I felt his grip loosen I pulled out of his arms and started walking to the motel. I heard footsteps from behind me and Dean shouting, "What? Sweetheart!"

"That's your punishment," I said as I turned to look at him and continue walking to the motel, "Sammy wait for me!"

"Sweetheart!"

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Chapter 5 Wendigo Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Oc(Nicole) 

Word count: 9.8k

The next day the three of us headed toward the forest. I could see Haley, her younger brother, Ben, and an older man I didn't recognize from inside Baby. Ben was carrying a shotgun and all of them were carrying full backpacks. It looked like they were talking but we could hear exactly what they were saying. Whatever they were saying it didn't look like the older man and Haley were agreeing. 

Dean parked the impala in front of them. We exited the car and I handed over the duffle bag to Sammy. 

"You guys got room for three more?" Dean announced.

I stood in between Sammy and Dean. "Wait, you wanna come with us?" Haley asked, confused. 

"Who are these guys?" The older man asked and quite rudely I might add. 

Haley turned back to look at the older man, "Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." She responded sarcastically. 

Sammy headed past everyone while still carrying the duffle bag. I stared at him concerned but decided it was best if I stayed with Dean. "You're rangers?" The man said confused and unbelieving. "Her too?" He said pointing at me. 

"That's right," Dean said, answering for us. 

I jutted out my hips "What? Is it my dress? Or is it my heels?" I asked sarcastically. I was wearing a red plaid dress with a black belt to give it form, along with my usual black boot heels, and a small black jacket. 

"And you're hiking out in biker boots, jeans, a dress, and heels?" Haley asked, rightfully confused. 

Dean looked down at himself and turned to look at me. His eyes went up and down my figure. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts," Dean said, walking past them and heading toward Sammy. 

"Oh, and for the record I never wear pants. Don't worry I can perfectly hike in my heels so don't worry about me slowing the group down." I said, giving them a fake smile as I walked past them.

"Oh, you think this is funny? It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt." The older man said to us, irked.  

Three of us turned to look at him. "Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all." Dean explained to him. 

Dean and I continued to walk heading past Sammy. I looked behind me and noticed that Sammy had not moved from his position "Sammy! Come on!" I called out to him 

We were hiking and wandering through the forest. We found out the older man's name was Roy. Roy was leading the hike with Dean and me directly behind him. Sammy decided to stay behind with Ben. 

"So, Roy, you said you did a little hunting," Dean asked, repeating Roys's statement.

"Yeah, more than a little," Roy replied. 

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean questioned Roy while his eyes wandered up and down the forest. 

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear," Roy answered.

Dean moved and passed Roy "Tell me, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean mocked. Roy stopped moving. 

Roy didn't seem like the type of person to let someone pass him. Unless he intentionally stopped. My eyes flickered toward the floor and I noticed a bear trap. 

Before I could say or do anything Roy had already grabbed Dean by the collar. "Whatcha you doing, Roy?" Dean threatened. 

I could feel my heart rate speed up. No ranger would have almost fallen into a bear trap. Our cover’s been blown but at least it'll be easier to move around now. I decided it would be best to not say anything and let Dean handle it. 

Roy let go of Dean's collar and picked up a stick. He poked the bear trap that Dean almost stepped into. I tried to stay calm and keep a stoic face. 

"You should watch where you are stepping, ranger," Roy said with a knowing smile on his face. He dropped the stick and started walking ahead of us. 

I hesitantly walked up to Dean, placing a hand on his arm. I could see he had a pout on his face. I turned my face to the floor and tried not to laugh. He felt embarrassed, it was too adorable. 

"It was a bear trap." He laughed, turning back to look at Sammy. 

We continued hiking. I looped my right arm with Dean´s, behind us I could hear fast and heavy footsteps. It didn't seem heavy enough to be any sort of creature and it was too light to be Sammy. 

I turned to my left and saw that Haley had caught up with us "You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffle bag. You're not rangers. So who the hell are you?" She snapped, pulling both Dean and me to look at her. 

I could see Ben pass by us. Sammy followed, slightly behind him. He slowed down and stood behind Haley, he looked at us as if his eyes were asking what we wanted him to do. Dean indicates with his expression that he should just walk by. 

I pointed in Ben's direction with my thumb hinting at him that he should watch over the young boy. We watched Sammy walk past us before Dean turned back to address Haley.

"Sammy, Nikki, and I are siblings, and we’re looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and us, we’re in the same boat." Dean briefly explained. 

"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" Haley asked.

"I'm telling you now." Dean retorted. 

"Ahem, what Dean means to say is that we were worried you wouldn't let us join you had you known that we weren't rangers. We are looking for our father but if you'll allow us we would also like to help you find your brother." I told her, trying to cover up and clarify our situation. She was bound to find out eventually but we couldn't tell her everything. 

"That's what you meant by you understood more than I knew, isn't it?" Haley asked me. 

I only nodded my head in response. There was a slight pause "Besides, it's probably the most I've ever been honest with a woman…ever. So we okay?" Dean joked. My eyes and mouth widened in shock and surprise. Oh, I wasn't about to let that joke go so easily. I pursed my lips. I was going to enjoy this, oh yes I was. 

"Yeah, okay," Haley replied. 

"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean said as he pulled out a bag of peanut M&Ms and stuck his hand in the bag as the two of us continued to hike on. 

"Ahem." I cleared my throat to gain his attention. 

"Mhm," Dean replied with his mouth full of M&Ms.

"Most I've ever been honest with a woman, hmm," I repeated his words. 

He nervously chuckled, "I was joking you know that." He mumbled with his mouth still full of M&Ms. 

"So either I'm not a woman or you haven't been completely honest with me. Which one do you wanna go with?" I teased him. 

"Uhh." He said with a blank expression on his face. It became hard to keep a straight face when he looked so cute. 

I burst out laughing, trying to cover my face with my hands. When I finished laughing I turned to look back at him. He looked so confused. 

I sighed at his cuteness "Don't worry. I was only teasing you" I giggled, lopping my arms through his as we continued to hike. 

I could hear him sigh in relief "I swear you are going to be the death of me, woman." 

"Maybe." I chuckled. 

Roy continued to lead us, this time with me and Dean at the back. Roy came to a stop "This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy said.

Sammy heads past Roy "What coordinates are we at?" He asked. 

Roy pulled out a GPS "Thirty-five at minus one-eleven." Roy replied. 

Something didn't seem right about this place, there was something off. Dean and I walked up to Sammy. I closed my eyes and focused on my surroundings. There wasn't a single sound. Not a chirp or croak. 

"You hear that?" Dean asked as I opened my eyes. 

"Yeah. Not even crickets." Sammy responded as we all looked into the woods. 

"I'm gonna go take a look around." I heard Roy say. 

The three of us turned around "You shouldn't go off by yourself." Sammy advised. 

"That's sweet. Don't worry about me." Roy mocked while he waved his gun. He pushed through us and retook the lead. 

"All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." Dean said as we continued to walk.

We were all looking around near a large rock when we heard Roy. 

"Haley! Over here!" Roy called. 

Haley immediately ran towards Roys's voice, with us tailing right behind her. We all came to a stop. 

"Oh my god," Haley muttered. We all stood in front of a couple of tents. They were torn open and bloody with all the supplies scattered. 

"Looks like a grizzly." Roy voiced. 

I looked at Haley. She looked distraught but who could blame her? It looked like a massacre. I stood close to Haley to ensure she wouldn't do something brash. Dean, Haley, and I looked around the tents. There was nothing left untouched. We can only hope Tommy was still alive considering how much blood was on the tent someone must've died. 

"Tommy? Tommy!" Haley called out. She took off her backpack and went through the campsite. Sammy and I rushed over to catch up with her. 

"Shh." We shushed her. 

 "Tommy!" She screamed. 

"Shh-sh-sh." Sammy hushed. 

"Let's not do that again, okay?" I said to Haley.

"Why?" She questioned.

"Something might still be out there." Sammy finished for me.

"Exactly. You can't exactly be too careful out here." I replied. 

"Sam! Nicole!" We heard Dean shout. Sammy and I ran over to Dean, once we found him we crouched down next to him. 

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. It's weird." Dean pointed out. 

We stood up. "I'll tell you what…It's no Skinwalker or Black dog." Dean said and walked off. Sammy and I lingered to look at the tracks before following suit. 

As we walked back to the campsite we saw Haley crouched on the floor and holding something in her hands. I could see tears falling from her eyes. Dean and I kneeled down next to her. The poor girl. I rubbed her back in hopes to give her some sort of comfort. I would try and ease her pains in more supernatural ways but that would leave me too drained to fight. 

There was a bloody cell phone in her hands. The back of the phone was open. "Hey, he could still be alive." Dean tried to comfort her. 

I squeezed her shoulders "Have faith. We will get him back." I reassured her. 

"Help!" We heard a man's voice cry out. Dean and I instantly stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. 

We all rushed over to the voice. Dean took out his gun in case. Roy led the way as we all ran to aid the man who was shouting. 

"Help me!" The man cried. 

When we got there we couldn't find anyone. "It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley voiced out. 

There was something off about this forest. I stood there and listened. There it was again. There wasn't a single sound. Not a rustle of the leaves or crickets. Complete and total silence. 

"Everybody back to camp," Sammy ordered. 

We all ran back to the campsite but when we got there all of the supplies were missing "Our packs." Haley pointed out. 

"This isn't some normal creature. It's smart. It has some form of understanding. It knew that the packs were important or at least useful and stole them while we went off." I thought. I started to think and eliminate what the creature could be. Only so many of them had some form of intelligence or comprehension. "It couldn't be. Could it?" I pondered.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone," Roy said as he knelt down to look at the campsite.

"What the hell is going on?" Haley asked. 

"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help." Sammy analyzed. 

"You mean someone, some nut job out there just stole all our gear." Roy corrected Sam. 

"I don't think that’s the case. Think about it. Do you really think it's such a coincidence that the moment we leave the packs unattended they somehow go missing?" I asked. 

I saw Sammy walk up and whisper something to Dean. Soon enough Dean motions for me to follow them. I walked a little faster to catch up to them. We headed a little ways away from the group to have a little privacy. 

Once we were far enough and knew that they weren't able to hear us, "Okay. Let me see Dad’s journal." Sammy asked as Dean handed it over. Sammy opened and flipped through the journal until he stopped at a particular page. 

"So what is it?" I questioned. 

"All right, check that out." Sammy showed us a first nations-style drawing of a Wendigo.

"Oh, come on. Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never heard of one this far west." Dean said, trying to reason with Sam.

"I don't know Dean. I think I'm with Sammy on this one. I've thought it over and there isn't any other creature that it could be." I explained.

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice," Sammy said.

"Great. Well, then this is useless." Dean said as he pulled out his pistol. 

Sammy gave Dean back Dad's journal. He headed past us, then stopped for a moment as he turned to face us, "We gotta get these people to safety." Sammy said as he walked off back to the campsite.

"Come on let's head back," I said while patting Dean's shoulder and walking back to the group. 

As I got there I heard Sammy say "All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten…more complicated."

"What?" Haley voiced out.

"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there I think I can handle it." Roy said, cockily.

"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now." Sam ordered.

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two you're in no position to give anybody orders."Roy argued.

"Relax," Dean said in a threatening way. 

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place. All right? I'm trying to protect you." Sam explained. 

I looked back and forth between Sammy, Roy, and, the two siblings. I could tell that both Sammy and Roy were becoming more and more agitated. From the looks of it, the siblings weren't planning on leaving either. 

"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight." Roy retorted as he invaded Sam's personal space. 

My eyes widened and immediately darted toward Sam. It was easy to see that Roy had struck a nerve. I wasn't ready t get caught in the crossfire just yet so I waited. 

"Yeah? It's a damn near-perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Sam retaliated as calmly as he could. 

"You know your crazy right?" Roy laughed.

"Yeah? You ever hunt a Wen-" Sammy was cut off by Dean pushing him.

I rushed toward them and whispered to Sammy, "Calm down, okay? We don't need them knowing what's out there." 

"Roy!" Haley called out.

"Chill out," Dean told Sam.

"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stops. Look, Tommy might still be alive and I'm not leaving here without him." Haley interrupted getting in between everybody. There was a sense of finality in her voice and I could tell there was no convincing her to leave at least not without her brother. If he's still alive that is.

I looked to Dean and Sam for confirmation and by the look of things, they came to the same conclusion as me.

After a pregnant pause, Dean spoke, "It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. Well never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle and protect ourselves." 

"How?" Haley asked. 

I gathered some sticks and placed them in the campfire. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dean drawing the symbols in the dirt. 

"One more time, that's-" Haley's question was cut short.

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The Wendigo cant cross over them." Dean explained for the nth time.  

Roy laughed mockingly with his gun over his shoulder. Dean and I turn to face him "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." Dean said.

"Better safe than sorry as they say." I voiced out. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sammy who looked a bit dazed. Dean seemed to notice as well. The two of us headed over to sit down next to Sammy. Dean sat on his left while I sat on his right.

"You wanna tell us what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean asked.

"Dean-" Sammy was cut off.

"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" Dean said trying to comfort Sam.

After a long pause "Dad´s not here, I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?" Sam murmured. 

I could tell he was frustrated that much was evident. I laid my head against his shoulder while rubbing his back trying to bring him some comfort and calm him down. I already had my hands full with Dean I didn't need another reckless brother on my hands. 

"Yeah, you're probably right. To tell you the truth, I don't think Dad’s ever been to Lost Creek." Dean admitted. 

"Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean why are we still here." Sam was irked as he hit the ground with a stick.

At those words, Dean moved to sit in front of Sam and me, "This is why." Dean said, showing us Dad's journal.

"This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here and he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he's left off. You know, saving people. Hunting things. The family business." Dean explained.

Sammy shook his head, "That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" He questioned.

"Sammy, believe me when I say I—we don't have all the answers. We are just as lost and confused as you are but there is always a reason. Dad must have his reasons whether we will ever know those reasons is up to Dad." I said trying to comfort him. He must understand that we are here for him and that he isn't the only one seeking answers. We are all in the same boat. We are in this together. 

"As Nikki said I dunno but the way I see it, Dad´s giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it." Dean 

"Dean, Nikki, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. It's the only thing I can think about." Sam said desperately. It wasn't easy seeing him like this. It hurt me so much. I felt my eyes sting with tears and my chest burn. 

I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my head in his neck. The burning sensation rose into my throat as the tears fell from my face. "Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience man." Dean explained trying to reason with Sam.

Sam looked down at the ground with tears brimming in his eyes. He looked at Dean and I "How do you guys do it? How does Dad do it" He asked. 

I laid my head back on his shoulder. I could see Dean look back at the camp. "Well for one, them," Dean said looking toward Haley and Ben.

Sammy and I followed suit. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Make things a little more bearable." Dean said.

There was a pause of silence as Sammy looked at Haley and Ben. "I'll tell you what else helps." Dean started as Sammy looked back at him. 

"Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can," Dean said which brought a small smile to Sammy's face.

"You know what helps me," I whispered making both of their heads turn to me. "Thinking of you guys. As messed up as our family is I wouldn't trade it for the world. There isn't anywhere else in the world Id rather be than be with you guys." I said softly while bringing the two closer to me. I felt Dean peck my temple and Sammy squeeze my shoulders for a side hug. 

"Help me! Please!" We heard someone scream. The three of us immediately stood up and went to patrol the area. Dean and I had guns at the ready while Sammy was shining a flashlight. 

"Help!" The voice continued to scream.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean advised.

"Inside the magic circle." Roy mocked. 

"Help! Help me ple-" The voice was cut off by an animalistic growl. 

"Okay, that's no grizzly," Roy said while pointing his gun toward the sound. Dean and I slowly moved closer in the direction of the sound. 

From my peripheral vision, I could see Haley pull her brother closer to her. As she pulled herself and her brother toward the ground I could hear her comforting words "It's okay. You'll be alright. I promise." I wasn't sure if she was trying to reassure herself or her brother more.

We heard something growl and rush past us making Haley shriek in the process. Roy, Dean, and I all had our guns pointed in the general direction of the sound.

"It's here," Sam said.

Before we could do anything Roy started haphazardly shooting in the general direction of the sounds. "I hit it." He exclaimed and started running into the forest to see what he had hit.

"Roy, no, Roy," Dean screamed calling out to the man. 

"Stop!" I tried to warn him. 

Dean and I turned to Haley and Ben. "Don't move" Dean ordered before running after Roy with Sam. 

I decided to stay with Haley and Ben in case the monster decided to come back. I wasn't about to leave them here helpless like sitting ducks. I made sure to keep them close to me.

"Okay, let's move back inside the circle okay," I said calmly while ushering them back to the campsite. 

Once we were back inside the circle I seated them both back on the log and took the burning stick from Haley's hand and tossed it back into the campfire. 

I sat down next to Haley with my legs crossed and my gun in hand just in case. I could see they were both a little dazed.

After the shock had reeled in and reality started to set in, Haley started to tremble. Ben shifted closer to her and tried to comfort her but nothing seemed to work. "I-that-what-" She stuttered.

"We don't need to talk about it now. It's a lot to take in for both of you. I can tell. It isn't easy, believe me. How about you two try to get some sleep okay? I'll keep watch so you don't need to worry. We're safe here." I said in the softest way possible. They were both terrified and scared. I could feel it in the air. 

I had to stay calm. Although I won't be able to touch them, that doesn't mean I still can't influence how they feel. Touching them does make the effect stronger but I can still manipulate the atmosphere around us. 

If I stayed calm sooner or later they should feel comfortable enough to get some rest. It took a while but once they felt comfortable enough they leaned next to each other to try and get some rest. 

I could feel my eyes drooping. They felt heavy and wanted rest but I had to wait for Sam and Dean first. This wasn't my first rodeo. It felt uncomfortable to be left alone with only the silence and my thoughts to keep me company. 

I heard rustling from the leaves along with footsteps. I turned to see Sam and Dean "So? What happened?" I whispered to not wake the two siblings. 

I slowly stood up and walked closer to check on them. I pulled Sammy's head to my level and turned his head as I checked for any wounds or scratches.

"Not sure. It was fast and too dark to see anything. Whatever happened all we know is that Roy´s gone." Sammy explained. Once I was sure that he wasn't injured I pulled away and went to check on Dean. 

"So what now?" I asked as I inspected Dean's face. 

"Would you stop that?" Dean said while pushing my hands off his face to stop me from smothering him. 

"Well sue me I can't be worried about my boyfriend anymore?" I sassed and jutted out my hip with my arms crossed over my chest. In the background, I could hear Sammy snicker at our bickering. 

I turned around to look at Sammy, "And what's so funny Mr?" I asked with a small smile on my face. 

Sammy cleared his throat trying to compose himself "Nothing, nothing, just uh-anyway best course of action is to wait for daylight yeah hm." He said awkwardly.

"Sammy's right we should get some rest then first thing in the morning we go kill that evil son of a bitch." Dean said. 

"What are we going to do about those two?" I asked as I turned to point toward the sleeping siblings. 

"I'm not sure but chances are they aren´t leaving anytime soon," Sammy said moving to sit down on a log.

"And the wendigo?" I asked as I took a seat next to Sam.

"Well our equipment is practically useless but I'm sure we can figure something out," Dean said plopping down to my left. 

I laid my head on Dean's shoulder as my eyes started to droop. I felt Dean pull me closer as he placed his head on top of mine and his hand on my waist. I tugged Sammy's hand and pointed toward my shoulder. Before I knew it I felt a weight on my shoulder. 

"Goodnight I love you, boys," I whispered before I let my heavy eyelids drop. I pray that tomorrow will be easier. That was the last thought I had before I let sleep take over my body.

When I woke up the boys were already gone and I was lying down on the ground with Dean's jacket over my shoulders. I sat up looking up at the sky. It was still a little dark so I could only assume it was around five to six in the morning. I slowly stood up to look for Sam and Dean. 

As I dusted myself I turned to see that the two siblings were still asleep. At least they had a good night's sleep. Once I finished cleaning myself I strolled around the camp in search of the two boys.

I walked around with Dean's jacket over my shoulders. I strolled around aimlessly until I saw a small mop of brown hair sticking up from a stump. I quietly tiptoed my way to Sammy. Once I was close enough I jerked his shoulders to scare him. 

He turned around and glared at me, "Not funny." He muttered.

"Aw, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself but you should be more aware of your surroundings," I said as I slowly slid down to sit next to him. 

I saw that he had dad's journal in his hands as he stared off into space. I bumped against his shoulder to gain his attention, "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, just thinking." He replied.

"Sammy I know you better than that what's really bothering you," I asked him again.

"I just can't help but think about Jess and dad and-" He sighed, cutting himself off.

I leaned against him "Hey, it's okay. You're under a lot of stress. I'm not gonna force you to talk if you don't want to but Dean and I are here if you need us okay? You're not alone. We're facing this together as a family." I tried consoling him.

"Yeah." He murmured.

"I'm gonna go look for Dean wanna come with?" I offered as I stood up, dusted my clothes, and pointed in the direction of the campsite. 

"No thanks. I'm gonna stay here for a little longer." He answered.

"Okay." I rubbed his shoulder as I turned to leave. 

I walked back toward the camp and saw Dean surveying the area. I pulled his jacket closer to me as I neared him. 

I leaned against a tree while I watched him walk around the bloodied campsite without his jacket. It was an odd sight, to say the least. It was rare for me for anyone really to see him without his jacket outside. 

"You know I don't like waking up alone," I whispered from behind him.

"Well, you looked like you needed the extra sleep, and did I mention you look so much better with that jacket on." He said, as turned to look at me and proceeded to walk closer to me. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer as I instinctively snaked my arms around his neck. "That's beside the point. It doesn't matter if I needed more sleep, what matters is that we get those people to safety and I think you look much better with your jacket on." I replied as I took the jacket off my shoulders and helped him put on his jacket.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He retorted as he continued to survey the campsite. 

After an hour had passed both of the siblings were awake and they were seated in the campsite among the tents as Dean and I inspected every corner. 

"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real." Haley stammered. 

"I wish I could tell you different," Dean said nonchalantly as he walked toward her to face her. While I continued to look for useful materials around the camp. 

Unfortunately, Dean and I could only find an empty beer bottle. Without any lighter fluid, everything else was useless. For now, we could only scrummage around until we find some sort of flammable liquid. 

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" I heard Haley ask. 

"We don't but we're safe for now," Dean replied. 

"How do you know about this stuff?" She questioned.

I stopped my search for a moment. I turned to look at both Dean and Haley. I saw Dean pause and consider his options before answering "Kind of runs in the family." Dean said before walking away.

As my eyes flickered between Dean and Haley I almost tripped and fell on my face. I was walking without paying attention. Thankfully I caught myself with a tree. I looked down to see what nearly tripped me. I saw that it was a can. I curiously picked it up to inspect it. It was a canister of lighter fluid. 

"What are the chances of that!?" I thought incredulously as my eyes widened. 

"Hey." I heard Sammy say from behind me. I turned around to walk toward the group with the container in my hand. 

"So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one...wanna kill this evil son of a bitch." Sammy breathed out bitterly.

"Well, hell, you know I'm in," Dean replied.

"And you sure as hell ain't leaving me out here." I sassed with a cheeky smile on my face and my hands on my hips. 

Sammy pulled out Dad's journal. While he flipped through the journal I walked over to Dean to show him my find. 

I tapped him on the shoulder to gain his attention. "Look what I found," I said as I gently shook the lighter fluid. 

He took it in his hand "Good job how'd you find it?" He whispered as he caressed my head. 

"Let's not talk about that," I murmured turning my head to hide my embarrassment. Thankfully he didn't question me further. 

"Wendigo is a Cree Indian word. It means evil that devours." Sammy read off the journal as he showed Haley and Ben. 

 "They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter." Dean explained as he walked past the two siblings with the canister in hand. 

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley asked. 

"Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp." Dean answered as he picked up a couple of things off the ground. 

"Like the Donner Party," Ben commented. 

"Poor creatures really. Truly is a shame that we can't do more for them." I sighed as I placed my hands on my face. 

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sammy elaborated. 

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always hungry." Dean explained. 

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked. 

I cringed away not wanting to tell her the answer. "You're not gonna like it," Dean warned her as he glanced at Sam and me before turning back to look at Haley.

"Tell me." Haley insisted. 

"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother´s alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back here." Dean answered.

"And then how do we stop it?" She questioned. 

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically, we gotta torch the sucker." Dean said as he held up the can of lighter fluid, a beer bottle, and the white cloth. 

Dean, Sam, and I were planning our next course of action while Haley and Ben were seated behind us on a log, waiting 

"Why are we sitting around and doing nothing while Tommy could still be out there!" I heard Haley exclaim from behind us. 

Before Dean or Sam could move a muscle I placed my hands on either of their shoulders "I'll handle this. I'm sure you two can take care of the rest without me." I whispered as I walked past them and moved toward Haley. 

"Haley, I understand how you feel but we can't just start walking around without a plan." I calmly explained. 

"But-" I cut her off before she could start.

"We want you and your brother as safe as possible. We need to be cautious because frankly, we are stuck here without any necessary supplies. What we need right now is not to panic but to think logically." I told her with a stoic expression on my face with hopes that if I stayed calm she would follow suit.

I placed a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her "I know you're worried about Tommy but right now you need to be strong for your brother that's right here. He needs you just as much as Tommy. I know it's a lot to ask, believe me, I do." I said as I motioned for her to take a seat next to Ben.

I took a deep breath and started rubbing her shoulder, as I concentrated on taking away her stress. "We'll be moving soon, okay? We just needed a little time to prepare." I said as I saw her take a deep breath. 

I lifted my hand off her shoulder as she moved closer to Ben. "What is he doing?" Haley asked as she looked at Dean. 

I was caught off guard by her question. "A-uh molotov cocktail." I stuttered. 

"A what?" Haley questioned. 

"A molotov cocktail. It's a hand-thrown incendiary weapon. In simpler terms, it's a weapon designed to cause a fire. It's usually made of a frangible container filled with a flammable liquid and a fuse. Because of their relative ease of production, they are commonly used by criminals and rioters." I explained.

I wasn't sure if she fully understood what I said or if she was even listening at all but I knew that more often than not when civilians get involved in our world they go into a state of shock and dysphoria. Especially since all of this happened over a short period of time because of that some people like to focus on tiny details to distract themselves from the current situation. This doesn't only happen when people get involved with the supernatural this happens in all sorts of stressful situations. I could only hope that this was some form of distraction for her to ease her mind. 

I stood up and dusted off my dress. I walked over to Dean and Sam when I noticed Dean had finished. "Are we ready to go?" I queried. 

Dean was leading the way as we walked through the forest with the molotov cocktail in his hand. We followed a trail of claw marks and blood on the trees. 

I walked behind Haley and Ben as I looked at the trees. I couldn't help but get an uneasy feeling as I trailed behind.

"Dean, Nicole" I heard Sammy call from in front of the group. 

Dean and I caught up with Sammy to see what he was looking at "What is it?" Dean asked as we stopped behind Sammy. 

I caught Sammy's gaze and looked up to see a plethora of bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere surrounding us. As I stared at the trees I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. 

"Guys I have a bad feeling about this," I muttered as I shuffled toward Dean to calm myself down.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Sammy scoffed. 

As soon as Sammy finished his sentence I could hear growling all around us in different directions. This wendigo was smarter than we gave it credit for. It led us with a trail of claw marks and blood into a trap where it could surround us. In every direction, my head turned there was another growl and a rustle in the bushes. 

I immediately moved in front of Haley as I saw that she was further away from us. As I stood in front of Haley I felt something drip onto my shoulder. I whipped my head to look at the red splotches on my shoulder. I slowly tilted my head upward to see a body dangling from the tree. 

I could hear Haley scream from behind me as the body started falling toward us. I took her arm and pulled us out of the way of the plunging body. We tripped and fell as the body landed in front of us. I landed on my bottom with Haley on my lap. 

I glanced at the body and my eyes widened when I saw Roys's face. Even though I didn't like him, no one deserved to die like this. Dean dashed to examine his body while Sammy rushed toward Haley and me. 

"You two okay? You got it?" Sammy asked as he helped Haley and me get up. 

"Damn it, His neck´s broke." As Dean said that more growling came from the bushes. 

"All right, come on," Sammy said trying to comfort Haley as he helped her. 

"Okay, run, run, run! Go, go, go!" Dean ordered while he placed his hand on my back to guide me as we ran.

We ran as fast as we could through the forest and soon enough we were all running on our own instead of as a group. I ran faster and faster and I could feel my legs start to burn, blood rushing to my ears and pure survival instinct kicked in. 

I could no longer see Dean, Sam, Haley, or Ben, I came to a halting stop once I realized I was alone. My chest was heaving as I breathed. I was basically screwed. I was alone with no weapon. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Panicking would only make things worse. 

Even though I was alone I couldn't hear or feel anything ominous around me which was a good sign. I weighed my options. 

"On one hand screaming for help would only put me at more risk. Sam and Dean might hear me if I called for help but I would also risk calling the Wendigo. But I can't just wait here like a sitting duck either." I thought as I pulled my hair in frustration.

"My best course of action right now is to start retracing my steps in hopes that I didn't get too far away from the others." I thought to myself as I started to walk back in the opposite direction. 

As I continued to walk I couldn't help but think about what happened to the others. I could only hope they were alright. As I walked I heard a familiar voice laugh from a distance and say "...than breadcrumbs" 

"Sammy! Sammy!" I called out as I sprinted in the direction of the voice.

"Nikki!" I heard him call out and soon enough I saw a walking sasquatch with a mop of brown hair. 

"Sammy! Oh, thank god your okay!" I exclaimed as I ran up to squeeze the life out of him. I felt him wrap his arms around me and place his head over my own. 

"We thought you were taken by the wendigo too," Sammy whispered as he held me tighter. 

It took me a second to comprehend his sentence. "Wait, what do you mean ´too´?" I asked as I moved out of his arms to look at his face. 

"I tripped as we ran away and Sam came back to help me. Haley and Dean were up ahead and before we could reach them we heard Haley scream. By the time that we got there, all there was left was that." I looked at Ben from behind Sammy as he explained and pointed toward the molotov cocktail in Sammy's hand. 

"I'm sorry." Ben apologized with his eyes downcasted. 

I slowly walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. "No, no, you did nothing wrong. I'm just glad you two are safe. We´ll find your brother and your sister okay." I told him as I hugged him. 

"So do you guys have any idea of where they could've gone?" I asked as I turned to look at Sam. 

"They went in that direction," Sammy said, pointing at a trail of M&Ms. 

I laughed as I walked toward the trail of colorfully candy-coated chocolate. "What are we waiting for? Hansel and Gretel are waiting for us." I chuckled as I followed the trail of M&Ms. 

We continued to follow the trail and we ended up in front of a mine entrance. The mine seemed to be abandoned with trees, mold, and moss overrunning the entrance. As we walked closer I noticed the entrance was slightly barricaded and closed off with a bright red sign on it. 

It read, "WARNING! DANGER! DO NOT ENTER EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL." 

Sam who was in front walked closer to inspect the opening with Ben and me right behind him. "Well, that doesn't bode well," I muttered under my breath as I looked at the sign. 

Sam turns to look at Ben and me. He shrugs and goes inside. Ben followed suit while I entered slowly as I read a larger sign above the opening which read "KEEP OUT NO ADMITTANCE." 

As we walked further into the mine, the darker it got. Sam led us with a flashlight in hand. With Ben in front of me, I could barely see anything but I could feel a rail underneath my feet as we walked through the dark and damp tunnel. 

As we trudged along, a growl caught our attention. I could feel shivers go down my spine as I heard the growl. I immediately stopped walking as Sam turned off the flashlight. Before I knew it the three of us had our backs pressed up against the wall. I took a deep breath to calm myself as the wendigo walked closer toward us. Sam and I covered Ben's mouth before he could scream. 

Thankfully the wendigo turned and walked in another direction. As we breathed out a sigh of relief, I turned to look at Ben. 

"You okay?" I asked Ben. 

"Y-yeah." He stuttered. 

"You don't need to be afraid as long as we´re here," I whispered and I placed my hand on his shoulder as we kept walking. 

Sam, Ben, and I kept on going through the mine. With Ben and Sam ahead of me, I suddenly heard some creaking. 

I turned to look down at the source of the sound. Although I could barely see, I saw that the surface that Sam and Ben were standing on wasn't ground at all but old wooden planks. 

Before I knew it Sam and Ben had fallen through the floorboards. I immediately crouched down and looked through the massive hole in the floor. It was pitched black and I couldn't see a thing. 

I held my breath as I waited for a sign that they were okay. Before long I could hear vaguely hear Sammy.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." I sighed in relief as I heard Sammy supposedly trying to calm Ben down. 

I could hear shuffling and footsteps as I heard an echo of someone calling Dean from below the pit. 

"Sammy! Ben! Are you two okay?! Are they down there!?" I yelled in hopes that they could hear me. 

"We're fine! Are you okay?!" I heard Sammy reply. 

"I'm fine but are Dean and Haley down there?!" I asked. 

"They're here! Can you get down by yourself?" Sammy questioned. 

"I'm not sure!" I answered. 

"It's okay I'll catch you," Sammy responded. 

"Okay! I'm going to jump in three, two, one!" I shouted as I jumped into the hole. 

Before I knew it Sammy had caught me in his arms before I could hit the ground. As Sammy placed my feet on the ground I gasped as I saw Dean and Haley hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. 

I instantly rushed over to Dean with Sammy not far behind me. I cupped his face with my hands and inspected his face. 

"Dean, Dean, Dee. Come on wake up!" I hastily said as I continuously lightly slapped his face. 

Sammy lightly pushed me aside as he grabbed Dean by the shoulders and shook him as he exclaimed, "Dean!" 

Deans's eyes shot open and I immediately flung myself onto him. 

"Thank heavens you are alright!" I exclaimed as I peppered his face with kisses. 

"Hey, you okay?" Sammy asked Dean. 

"Yeah." Dean winced in pain. 

"But maybe I should get kidnapped more often if-" I cut him off as I lightly smacked his face.

"That was for getting kidnapped in the first place and this-" I whispered as I kissed him, "Was for staying alive." 

"Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!" I heard Ben trying to wake up Haley. Hearing Ben brought me back to my senses. 

"Sammy help me get them down," I said as I crouched down to get two small daggers from my ankle boots. 

I passed one to Sam as I helped Ben get Haley down from the ceiling. 

"Gotcha," Sammy said, cutting Dean down, as Dean groaned in pain. 

"Atta girl." I struggled to breathe out from the sudden weight of catching Haley. 

As Sammy carried Dean I could hear him whisper, "We thought it killed you." 

The three of us helped them over to an empty patch on the floor and gently sat them down. Once I had gotten Haley onto the floor I left Ben to tend to her as I rushed over to Sam and Dean. 

"You sure you're alright?" Sammy questioned Dean as he continued to groan in pain. 

"Yeah. Yep. Where is he?" Dean grimaced as he asked. I kneeled down beside him and caressed his cheek. It was obvious he was still in pain but I decide to not mention it.

"Aw, my poor baby." I sighed in a soft voice as I pouted.

"It's gone for now," Sammy replied. 

I could see from the corner of my eye, while I was helping Dean get his wrists untied, that Haley had divested herself of the rope. She stood up with the help of Ben. I turned my head to see where they were walking to and behind me I saw another man still hanging from the ceiling. 

As she stood there with Ben I could hear her quietly sob, "Tommy…"

I slowly got up to comfort her as she placed a hand on Tommy's cheek. Before I could reach her Toms's head jerked up. Scaring both Haley and me. Haley jumped back and shrieked. I placed a hand on my heart as I tried to calm myself down. 

She turned to Sam and me as she screamed, "Cut him down!"

I gestured for Sammy to follow me as I walked toward Tommy to cut him down with my dagger. Sammy caught him as I cut him down.

We slowly laid him down as he breathed out, "Man." 

"We're going to get you home." I heard Haley tell Tommy. 

I turned to see Dean struggling to get up from the floor. I hurried over to support him as he stood up. In a corner, there was a pile of supplies. Dean leaned over to pick up a flare gun. 

"Check it out." Dean turned around to show Sammy our findings. 

"Flare guns. Those’ll work." Sammy grinned as Dean smiled and twirled the guns in his hand. 

We headed down a tunnel, Dean and I were in the lead with a flare gun in each of our hands while Sammy assisted Haley in carrying Tommy. Out of the blue, we heard growling from further in the mineshaft.

"Oh hell nah," I murmured under my breath. 

"Looks like someone's home for supper," Dean said. 

"We’ll never outrun it." Haley voiced out as Dean and I turned back to look at her. 

Dean glanced at Sammy and me, "You guys thinking what I’m thinking." 

"Unfortunately," I muttered. 

"Yeah I think so," Sammy replied. 

"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Nicole. They're gonna get you out of here." Dean ordered. 

"What are you going to do?" Haley asked. 

"Something stupid." I retorted, "And you better not die on me, or else I will kill you." I threatened as I grabbed his arm. 

"I got this." Dean winked as he gave me a quick peck on the lips. 

I watched him start to walk away and yell, "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good!" 

Soon enough the rest of Deans's words become indistinguishable. Sammy and I waited for a couple of seconds until we were sure Dean was a safe distance away from us. 

Sammy walks in a different direction and calls out, "All right, come on! Hurry!" Sammy leads the way with the Collinses and me not far behind him.

The five of us hurried down a tunnel before we started hearing growling again. Sammy pointed the gun in the direction of the growling. He lowered the gun and turned back to look at us. 

"Nikki, get them outta here." He ordered. 

I looked him straight in the eyes and I could immediately tell he wasn't going to budge. 

"Sam-" I cut Haley off before she could continue. 

"Got it. Come on, let's get you guys out of here." I ordered as I tried to usher them.

"Go! Go! Go!" Sam yelled.

"Come on, Haley!" Ben called Haley as they helped Tom walk along the mine tunnel. I lingered back and turned to look at Sam. 

I placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, "Stay safe." I whispered before rushing to catch up with the three siblings. 

As we scrambled through the tunnel I couldn't help but look back. A part of me wanted to run back to help him but I knew that would only put all of us in danger. I tried to help Haley and Ben carry Tom as much as possible. I couldn't help but feel frustrated at this rate were all going to get eaten. 

It wasn't long until I heard loud thumping footsteps from behind us. Haley and I leaned over to see Sam running toward us. 

"Sam!" Haley and I exclaimed simultaneously. 

"Come on, hurry. Hurry! Hurry! Let's go." Sam yelled as he caught up with us and ushered us. 

The four of us ran as fast as we could with the wendigo right behind us. We ran until we hit a dead end. 

"No! Damn. Get behind me." Sam ordered. The Collinses hid behind him but I refused to hide. I stood beside him and covered the Collinses as much as I could. 

I could see Sammy clench his jaw as the wendigo slowly approached us, taking its time. I could feel my heart in my throat as it go closer. Out of the blue, I saw Dean come up from behind the wendigo. 

"Hey!" Dean called out and the wendigo turned around but before it could do anything Dean shot it in the stomach. 

The flare goes off and the wendigo gets engulfed by the flames. Before long it would only be a pile of ashes. 

"Not bad, huh?" Dean retorted. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sammy grin. When the fire died down I immediately jumped into his arms. 

I sighed as I inhaled his scent, "Always in the nick of time, eh?" I beamed at him. I felt him wrap his arms around me as I snuggled deeper into his chest. 

We were finally out of the mine and at the ranger's station. Sammy and Ben dealt with the police officers while I decided to stay with Dean and Haley as the paramedics patched them up. I was standing in between Dean and Haley as we walked toward Baby while they loaded Tom into the ambulance. 

Once we reached Baby, I sighed and laid my head on Deans's shoulder, "I'm so tired." I mumbled with my eyes closed. I could feel him wrap an arm around my shoulder and place a kiss on my forehead. 

I heard Haley cough. I opened my eyes to look at her, "So..." She trailed off as she gestured towards Dean and me with her eyes. 

I lifted my head off his shoulder and straighten my back, "I'm adopted." I answered. 

"Ah." She whispered. 

"It's, uh, complicated. But my parents past away a long time ago and their dad took me in." I explained. 

"You two are-" I cut her off.

"Together." I finished.

After a long pause, "So really, I don't know how to thank both of you." She said. 

I turned to see Dean smirking at Haley while she and I just laughed. 

"Must you cheapen the moment? Nicole is literally beside you." She smiled 

"Sorry about him, he's just a natural flirt. You learn to get used to it. What he's trying to say is that your safety is thanks enough." I said after I composed myself. 

A paramedic came up to Haley, "You riding with your brother?" She asked 

"Yeah," Haley replied.

The paramedic headed back to the ambulance as Ben and Sammy walked up to us. 

"Let's go." Haley turned to tell Ben. 

Haley hugged me, "Thank you, for everything, I hope you find your father." She said as she pulled back. 

She walked and wrapped an arm around Ben as they headed for the ambulance.

"Thanks, Sam." She said as they passed by him. 

Sammy sat next to me on the hood of the impala as we watched Haley and Ben climb in the ambulance with Tom, who was shirtless and bandaged. 

"Close her up." We heard a paramedic say as another paramedic went to close the doors. 

"Man, I hate camping," Dean said.

"Me too," Sam responded. 

"Me three." I sighed as I laid my head on Deans's shoulder again. We could hear the sirens of the ambulance wailing as it drove away. 

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean reassured Sammy. 

"Yeah, I know. But in the meantime...I'm driving." Sam whispered. 

I snickered as I watched Dean toss the keys to Sammy, "I call shotgun!" I yelled before Dean could get into the car. 

"Aw, come on!" He grumbled with a small smile as Sammy and I got into Baby. 

I put my head outside the window and called to him, "What are you waiting for lover boy!" 

He reluctantly walked into the backseat with a pout on his face. I turned around and placed a hand on his cheek as Baby purred to life. 

I pulled his face closer to kiss him as I heard Sammy gag in the background, "No more pouty face okay." 

I sat back in my chair and looked at Sammy, "And what are you five?" I sassed.

Sammy chuckled in response, "Just drive." I giggled and lightly shoved him. 

I snuggled into the chair as Sammy drove off and closed my eyes to doze off. 

[ashewintercpu]

Chapter 4 Wendigo Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Oc 

Word count: 6.4k 

Warnings: a little angsty, angy Sammy, blood, pretty much it 

I was looking out the window watching the scenery pass by. "How much further?" I asked but Dean never replied. 

I turned to look at him. He looked to be in a daze. I scooted closer to him "Dee? Love?" I said as I tapped his shoulder. No response.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. He’s usually always aware of his surroundings. In a last-ditch effort to get his attention, I wrapped my arms around his chest and placed small butterfly kisses on his collarbone. 

He flinched at the sudden sensation and took a glimpse at me. "Finally got your attention," I whispered. 

He took glances between me and the road with a raised brow. "Penny for your thoughts?" I breathed in his neck, my voice slightly muffled.

 He glanced at me even more confused than he was before "I don't know what you mean?" He said with a shrug and his eyes on the road. 

I sighed "Love, you know that won't work on me. What's wrong." I asked. 

"Nothing." He replied bluntly, brushing over my question. 

I narrowed my eyes at him and tightened my hold. "It's Sammy isn't it?" When he hadn't replied, the silence spoke for itself. 

"Oh Love," I murmured as I nuzzled into his neck. "You know he isn't going to feel better anytime soon. There was nothing you could have done" 

"Mm, I know I just…" He trailed off with his eyes still on the road. 

"Want everything to be the same as before, I know, I know," I said as I pressed a light kiss on his neck. I buried my face further into his neck and breathed in his scent "If anything I should be the one at fault." I whispered thinking Dean couldn't hear me. 

I felt him stiffen. I lifted and moved my head out of his neck. I could see his knuckles turn white from how hard he was clutching the steering wheel. 

"Baby?" I said, confused, loosening my hold. 

"What did you say?" He growled. I winced at the tone of his voice.

"I-I mean...I" I stuttered not knowing what to say. 

He sighed and relaxed his grip on the steering wheel "It wasn't your fault you got that." 

"But-" 

"It. Wasn't. Your. Fault." He said, emphasizing each other. 

I exhaled "Neither was it yours." I said as I placed my chin on his shoulder. 

"God, I love you" I breathed and pecked his cheek.

I heard a small whimper. I turned to see Sammy shifting in his sleep. I lightly tapped Dean's shoulder and pointed my finger in Sam's direction. I moved my hands off of Dean and inched closer to Sammy and just as I was about to place my hand on his shoulder Sammy jerked awake. 

I fell back into my seat in shock. I placed a hand over my heart hearing it beating in my ears. Breathing with deep, quick, and short breaths. 

 I leaned my head against the window with my heartbeat slowing down. Once I had calmed down I sat up straight in my seat. 

"You okay?" Dean asked, concerned. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sammy said, glancing at Dean and immediately looking away

"Another nightmare?" Dean questioned. 

Instead of answering Sammy just cleared his throat as if there was something stuck in his throat and he couldn't answer. 

"Wanna drive for a while?" Dean offered. My jaw dropped to the floor as he said that. Who was

 this man and what has he done with my boyfriend? 

 Sammy laughed and looked at Dean as he couldn't believe the words he had just heard "Dean, your whole life, you never once asked me that." 

"Just thought you might want to. Never mind." Dean said, taking back his offer. 

Gaining back my senses and picking up my jaw from the floor "Well, then can I-" 

"No." Dean cut me off. He answered with a resounding "No" 

"Not even if I ask really really nicely." I asked, giving Dean the "Puppy eyes". He avoided my eye contact. 

"No." He answered firmly. 

"Hmph" I pouted, crossed my arms, and slouched in my seat. 

Sam laughed at our interaction. I sat up straighter and had a soft smile on my face. At least we can still put a smile on his face. 

"Look, man. You're worried about me. I get it and thank you but I'm perfectly okay." Sammy explained, trying to reassure Dean.

"Uh-huh," Dean responded. I could tell he didn't believe Sammy. I didn't either. 

"You know he's not the only one worried about you," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

"I'm fine." He said exasperatedly while rolling his eyes at me. 

 "Don't roll your eyes at me, mister." I gasped and pinched his cheeks. 

He moved his head trying to avoid my attacks. "Alright, Alright, I'm sorry." 

"Thank you, but for your information, I'm not convinced. It's gonna take a lot more than some sweet words to convince me that you're okay." I told him as I went to sit back in my seat. 

"All right, where are we?" Sammy asked, trying to change the subject, as he picked up the map. 

"We are just outside of Grand junction," Dean replied. 

"You know what, maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon," Sammy said as he looked at the map. 

"Sammy…" I sighed. 

"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing." Dean said, reminding Sammy.

"Sammy, we did everything we could but we can't let go on like this forever." I tried reasoning with him. We were only concerned and wanted help. He couldn't mope around forever. I wouldn't let him. 

"If you wanna find what killed Jessica-" Dean was cut off. 

"We gotta find Dad first." Sammy finished. I on the other hand had my mouth wide open in shock. I smacked Dean on the back of his head. 

"Ow! What was that for woman?" He exclaimed. 

"You know what it was for!" I squealed, in anger. I couldn't believe he said that and now of all times. I facepalmed at my own boyfriend's insensitivity. 

Dean cleared his throat "Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years…It's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do." He explained. 

"It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge…" Sammy trailed off 

"Yeah, what about it?" Dean asked. 

"There's nothing there. It's just woods, ' Sammy answered. 

"What do you mean?" I question as I leaned forward to take a look at the map in Sam's hands. 

"Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" Sammy asked no one in particular.

I snatched the map from his hands, taking a good look at it for myself. It was just wood. Dad, where are you taking us this time? 

"Who knows?" I replied "All I know is that if Dad is sending us here there must be a reason for it. We just need to wait and see won't we?" I said as we drove past a sign that said "Welcome to Lost Creek Colorado" 

We parked outside the ranger station and went inside to take a look around and see if there was any useful information for us. 

"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote," Sammy said as he was looking at a 3D map of the national forest. "It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." 

I listened to Sam's monologue while looking at the 3D map with him. Dean on the other hand "Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear." Dean said, astonished and a little bit terrified. 

Sammy walked over to Dean to take a look at the picture that he was looking at "And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure." Sammy informed Dean. 

"You think the forests are denser than Dean?" I asked innocently while looking at the map. If stares could kill I would be six feet down below. 

I lifted my head to see Dean glaring at me "What? Genuine question." I teased, winking at him. 

Sam walked over back to me to give me a high-five as we both looked at Dean. 

"You guys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" We turned around startled to see a forest ranger had appeared. 

"Oh, no, sir. We're environmental-study majors from UC Boulder. Just working on a paper." Sam lied, covering for us while we were all too stunned to say anything. 

"Recycle, man" Dean grins as he raises his fist to the forest ranger. 

I internally facepalm but keep calm with a soft smile on my face. "Bull." The forest ranger said unconvinced. I could feel my heart rate pick up panicking slightly. I shifted my eyes toward the boys.

"You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" The forest ranger continued and I released a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure what we would do if he actually knew what we were doing here. I almost let my emotions take over again and I can't let that happen. 

"Yes, yes we are…Ranger Wilkinson." Dean said, reading off the rangers' name tag. 

"Well, I will tell you exactly what I told her. Her brother filled out a permit…saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater Ridge until the 24th. So it's not exactly a missing person, now is it?" Ranger Wilkinson told us. 

Dean nodded in response "Tell that girl to quit worrying. I'm sure her brother's just fine." Ranger Wilkinson said walking away 

"We will. That Haley girl's quite a pistol huh?" Dean said, making small talk "You know what would help if I could show her a copy of that permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." Dean said, trying to convince Ranger Wilkinson. 

"Yeah" Dean laughed while holding a copy of the permit, as we exited the building. 

"Are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sammy said, pissed. 

"Hey!" I said from behind him, slightly offended. 

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, confused and also slightly offended. 

"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge. What do we wait for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean why even talk to this girl?" Sam said frustratedly. 

"We should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it," Dean explained as we stopped outside Baby.

"Also don't drag me into this, we both know Dean wouldn't do that," I said with my brow furrowed. This isn't Sam, at least not the one we know. 

There was an awkward silence. I didn't like it one bit. I decided the floor looked a little more interesting than before. 

"What?" Sam asked. 

"Since when were you all ´shoot first, ask questions later´ anyway?" Dean asked in response. 

"Since now," Sam answered with a stone-cold expression on his face as he entered Baby. 

"Oh, really?" Dean nodded, his lips pursed and a surprised look on his face. 

He grabbed my wrist before I could open the door. I turned my head slightly with my brow raised, confused. "You know I would never consider doing that right?" He asked me. 

I looked to face him even more confused than I was before "What do you mean?" I questioned. 

"You know…the…" He trailed off, trying to hint something at me. 

After a couple of seconds I finally understood what he was trying to say "Baby, Love, I know you wouldn't do that. Sammy was just probably pissed and took it out on us okay? That or he probably isn't used to us being well an us. You know?" I reassured him. 

I could tell he finally felt more relaxed as he let out a breath of relief. "I'm not good with words but I love you, never forget that okay." He whispered in my ear as he pecked my forehead. 

"I love you too." I whispered, "More than you know." I moved to open the door but before I could he opened the door for me. 

"Oh? What a gentleman." I teased him. "Why, thank you, kind sir," I said while getting into the car. 

Once Dean got in we drove off. 

We stopped outside a house. I exited the impala but before I could walk to the door along with Dean I felt a small tap on my shoulder.

 I turned to see Sammy "Hm?" 

"I just wanted to say sorry. I-" I cut him off.

"There's no need for sorrys okay? I get it. You're stressed and a lot of things happened all at once. It's only natural. I would be a mess if I was in your position. I don't completely understand what you're going through but just believe me when I say I understand how you feel. When you guys hurt I hurt with you. Never doubt that, okay?" I explained then gave him a small hug. 

"How do you always know what to say?" Sammy asked me. 

"Cause I'm good." I winked at him with my tongue poked at him. "Now let's hurry up before Dean gets us," I said walking towards the door 

The three of us stood in front of the house waiting for someone to open the door. Just then the door opens to reveal a girl who I would assume is Haley. 

"You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and this is Nicole. Were rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. We wanted to ask you some questions about your brother, Tommy." Dean lied 

Haley hesitated "Let me see some ID" she demanded. 

"There you go," Dean said as he showed her the fake ID. 

She looked at it before fully opening the door to let us in "Come on in" 

"Thanks," Dean said. 

Haley stopped still looking at something. "That's yours?" She asked, hinting towards the Impala. 

"Yeah," Dean replied, curious as to why she asked. 

Sammy turns to look back at the impala while I'm still shifting my eyes between De and Haley. 

"Nice car," She said, looking back at Dean while walking back into the house. I could tell she was obviously flirting with him. 

As we walk into the house Dean turns around and mouths something to Sam. I couldn't catch what he said but Sammy and I rolled our eyes in response. Sammy and I lagged behind staying by the door for a while. 

"Nice car" I muttered, mockingly. I could hear Sammy stifle a laugh. 

"You don't have to be jealous, you know that right?" He whispered to me. 

"I know. She didn't need to rape him with her eyes either hm." I grumbled, glaring at the back of Dean's head. 

"So…" He trailed off. 

"I'm considering it,'' I replied, understanding what he was trying to hint at. When we were younger the worst punishment I could ever give the two was giving them the silent treatment and pretending they didn't exist. As petty as it sounded, I honestly just didn't have the heart to actually hurt them no matter how mad I was. 

"Come on Nikki, I already said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?" A teenage Dean asked. 

"Hmph." I huffed looking in the other direction. 

"Dean come on, just let it go already. You know how stubborn she can be." Sammy said, trying to reason with his elder brother. 

"No. Not until she talks to me." He replied.

He tried doing the ´puppy eyes´ if Sammy were the one doing it I might have caved. I tried looking away but no matter how much I tried I still loved him more than he knew. 

I sighed, slouching my shoulders "Fine, but you're getting me another notebook, got it?" I said giving in. 

"Yes! Got it." He said as he pumped his fist in the air like he had won a championship. 

I remember those days. When we still had time to be kids. My train of thought was cut off by a hand waving in front of my face. 

"Nikki? Come on, we gotta get in." Sammy said, signaling for me to come in. 

I walked over to Sam as we walked through the front door together. As the three of us walked into the kitchen Sam asked "So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" 

I decided to hang back and let Sammy and Dean handle the interrogation. I looked around their kitchen. All of the photos of their parents, or what I assume to be their parents, are old. None of them seemed to be recent. 

"He checks in every day by cell. He emails photos, stupid little videos–-we haven't heard anything in over three days now." Haley said as she brought in a bowl and placed it on the dining table. 

One photo, in particular, had caught my eye. I had started walking towards it slowly while Sammy was playing devil's advocate "Well, maybe he can’t get cell reception." 

"He's got a satellite phone too," Haley said, walking into the kitchen once again. 

I looked at the picture that had caught my attention. It was a family picture with the three children, younger than they were now, and their parents. My hand slowly approached the frame. As soon as I touched the frame I felt a wave of overwhelming pain, suffering, and sadness. 

I felt my eyes water. My heart clenched and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't let go of the frame. It's like my hand was stuck or glued to the frame. 

"Could it be he forgot to check in?" Dean suggested. His voice snapped me out of my daze and I was finally able to let go of the frame. I felt air rush into my lungs and my eyes were still stinging from the pain. 

I couldn't help but stare at the photo. That had never happened before. Something I need to think over again it seems. 

"He wouldn't do that." I heard a young boy's voice say. I turned my head to see the boy who had been eating and ignoring us up until this point had spoken up to defend his absent brother. The boy met Dean's eyes and then looked back at his food, continuing to eat. The boy hadn't felt he needed to talk until now. These siblings remind me of us. 

Haley came back with more food in her hands "Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other." Haley explained. 

That explains why all of their photos with their parents seem to be quite old. "Trust me, I understand your situation more than you think. We really just want to help." I said, looking Haley in the eye. I could only hope she could see the sincerity in my eyes. 

After a moment of awkward silence "Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sammy asked, breaking the silence. 

"Yeah," Haley replied, bringing us to a laptop. "That's Tommy." She showed us the pictures and a video 

"Hey, Haley. Day six. We're still out near Blackwater ridge. We're fine, keeping safe. So don't worry. Talk to you tomorrow." Tommy said, ending the video. 

"Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater ridge." Dean said, trying to reassure her. 

"Then maybe I'll see you there." Haley said, walking past us and away from the laptop "Look, I can't sit around here anymore, so I hired a guide. I'm heading out in the morning and I'm going to find Tommy myself." 

"I think I know how you feel," Dean said, looking at Haley.

"I think we all do," I added in a somber tone, looking at the floor. 

"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me," Sammy asked while still looking at the pictures on the laptop. 

"Sure," Haley replied. 

"Thank you for your hospitality but it's time the three of us leave," I said to Haley. She only gave a nod in response. 

Haley walked us to the door. Sammy and Dean exited the house while I lingered for a moment. I saw Sam and Dean looking at, me from inside the impala, confused. 

I turned my head towards Haley "I'm sorry about your parents. I understand your pains more than you know. I understand the feeling of wanting to protect your brothers in the fear that you will lose them. I of all people would know better than anyone else. Just take care and don't stress too much ok." I left before she could say a word.

I entered the impala. Dean looked at me from the rear-view mirror "What'd you say to her?" He asked.

"Nothing important. Where to next?" I asked the two of them as I leaned against my seat.

"Bar?" Dean suggested. 

"Sure." I giggled knowing it wasn't really a question. He would have forced us to go to a bar whether we wanted to or not. 

We walked into the bustling bar and went to take a seat. I placed my head on the table. I could just barely hear Sammy and Dean talking. 

"So Blackwater ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." I heard Sammy say over the sound of shuffling papers.

"Any before that?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack. And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936." I heard Sammy explain and shift "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay, watch this. Here's the clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommys' video to the laptop. Check this out."

I could hear the sound of the laptop. I wasn't sure what part of the video Sammy was playing and I didn't have the strength in my body to look up and check. 

"Do it again." I heard Dean order. 

I heard more sounds from the laptop "That's Three frames. It's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." Sammy pointed out. 

I may not be looking at the laptop but that didn't mean my brain couldn't work or process what Sammy was saying. I was thinking and analyzing what creature it could possibly be. 

I heard someone get hit "Told you something weird was going on." From the tone of Dean's voice. I could only assume he hit Sammy. 

"Sweetheart-" I heard Dean's voice cut off " Baby you okay?" He asked me, concerned while rubbing my back. 

I tilted my head to the side to look at Dean "I'm fine, just a headache." I whispered while I gave him a soft smile but from the look on Dean's face, I could tell he didn't believe me. 

"You wanna head to a motel and get some sleep." He offered while rubbing circles on my back. 

I knew he was just worried but I just needed time to process what happened at Haley's house "No I'm fine I'll probably just take a nap in Baby." I told him, trying to give him a bigger smile. 

"Fine but if you wanna sit this one out you tell me okay." He said as he rubbed my temples. 

"Are you sure you don't wanna sit this one out Nikki?" I turned to look at Sammy who looked worried. 

"Mhm. I'm the epitome of strength right now can you tell?" I said sarcastically while weakly flexing my muscles. 

The three of us laughed, " Why am I not surprised." Sammy laughed. 

"That's my girl." Dean chuckled, placing a kiss on my forehead. 

I rolled my eyes. "Just because my head hurts doesn't mean it doesn't work," I said, sticking out my tongue to the two of them. 

Dean lifted me up, placing me on his lap. I leaned my head against his chest while still trying to look at what Sammy was showing us. 

Sammy closes the laptop "I got one more thing." He told us. He hands Dean another newspaper article. 

"In ‘59, one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive." Sammy told us. 

"It seems like we have our first lead," I mumbled. 

"Is there a name?" Dean asked. I couldn't be bothered to listen after that. My mind wandered back to what happened in Haley's house. 

I was replaying the scene over and over again in my mind. After I had touched the frame I had felt a burning sensation wash over me. Could I have felt all the suffering she and her brothers had gone through? It was a possibility but I'd need to test this theory first. 

I was brought out of my thoughts by a tap on my bum. I tilted my head to look at Dean. "We gotta go." He said. 

I tried to get up from his lap but I lost my balance. I fell onto Dean's chest instead of the floor. "Woah, yeah, no more of that," Dean said as he carried my bridal style. 

"Thanks," I mumbled into his chest. I nuzzled closer to him appreciating the heat and comforting presence he provided. 

He carried me into the impala and placed me in the backseat. "Go to sleep okay." He ordered me while giving me a kiss on my forehead. 

I could hear Sammy enter the impala and buckle himself in. I had my eyes closed from the pain of my headache but I could tell that Dean was about to leave. I felt cold and didn't want him to leave yet. 

I tugged on the sleeve of his shirt "Don't go yet. I'm cold." I whined, weakly. 

"You baby." He laughed and gave me his jacket. 

I gladly took his jacket. "But I'm your baby, right?" I asked him, opening my eyes slightly to look at him. 

"Yes, my spoiled baby." He chucked out. I heard him close the door and move to the driver's seat. 

"Goodnight Sammy, Dean. Love you." I whispered, cuddling into Dean's jacket. 

I could faintly hear Sammy and Dean say "Goodnight" before I fell asleep with a smile on my face. 

I could feel someone shaking me. I shifted my body trying to get more sleep. Then I felt someone pull my blanket off and my eyes shot wide open. 

"Sweetheart you need to get up," Dean said while still shaking me. 

"Mhm" I got up, my eyes still blurry. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and slapped my cheeks to wake myself up. 

"I'm up now," I said, forcing my eyes to be as wide as possible so I wouldn't accidentally fall asleep. 

"You sure?" Dean questioned me while helping me get out of the car. 

"Mhm! You're gonna need me. No one has a way with words as I do." I said with a small jut of my hips to prove my point. 

"You're unfortunately right." Dean sighed. 

"Unfortunately?!" I exclaimed dramatically, as I feigned offense. "Me being right. It's such a rare occurrence." I gasped sarcastically. 

"I forget how snarky you get when you wake up." Dean grinned and pecked my forehead. 

"But you love me, right?" I said with a cheeky smile on my face. 

He sighed, "That I do." 

"Also when am I ever wrong. This gut never lies." I said while pointing at my tummy. 

"Let's get moving before Sammy throws a tantrum," Dean whispered, taking a hold of my waist, and leading us to the house. 

Mr. Shaw entered the house, cigarette in mouth. The three of us followed suit. Sammy had already asked Mr. Shaw about the incident before we entered the house. I looked at the state of Mr. Shaw's house. It was cramped, slightly untidy, and cluttered. 

"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. Its public record. I was a kid. My parents were mauled by a-" Mr. Shaw was cut off.

"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sammy finished for Mr. Shaw. 

Mr. Shaw paused for a moment and at that moment I could tell it pained him to talk about the incident. I felt guilty that we were making this poor man relive that horrible incident but I knew that if we didn't more innocent lives would be taken. 

I could feel Mr. Shaw's pain and I'm sure the boys could too. It didn't need to take an empath like me to tell that it pained and haunted this man to no extent.

All Mr. Shaw could do was nod in response. "The other people that went missing that year…those were bear attacks too?" Dean questioned, walking closer to Mr. Shaw. 

Mr. Shaw did not respond. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" Dean pushed further. 

As much as I hated this form of interrogation it had to be done. All of us, Mr. Shaw included, knew that it was no bear attack. 

Once again he didn't reply. "If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it," Dean said, trying to convince Mr. Shaw. 

"I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make." Mr. Shaw said, taking a seat, "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did."  

I move in front of Sam and Dean. I couldn't just stand here and watch a poor man surfer like this. I could feel all the hurt, and suffering, and I just couldn't stand it.

I knelt in front of Mr. Shaw and placed a hand on his knee. I could only hope my own emotions could reach him. "Mr. Shaw, believe me when I say I know exactly what you're feeling. No one in this room could understand better than I could. I will believe whatever you say because I know, I can feel that you are not the type of man to lie. Especially now. You must've loved your parents dearly and it must've hurt more when no one believed you. You want to avenge them right? I promise to you. That whatever killed your parents will not see the light of day or take another victim." I said, looking him in the eyes. I hope that he could see and feel my sincerity. 

I could see tears start to form in his eyes. That was when I knew he believed me. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down and everybody else in the room. 

I stood up and walked over to Sam and Dean. Sammy walks over to Mr. Shaw "Mr. Shaw…" He said as he took a seat next to Mr. Shaw "What did you see?"  

I walked over to Mr. Shaw once more and placed a hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down "Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like no man or animal I ever heard." Mr. Shaw said, describing what he could remember. 

I rubbed his shoulders trying to bring him comfort. "It came at night?" Sammy asked. 

Mr. Shaw could only nod. It could feel his pain. I closed my eyes and concentrated on transferring his pain onto me. I had been practicing transferring my and other people's emotions. I calmed myself down and then felt a pain fill my heart. My eyes watered and burned from the pain. I could never be sure if my emotions were transferred onto the person as I am always concentrating on getting rid of the negative emotions properly. 

"Got inside your tent?" I heard Sammy ask. 

"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door…it unlocked it. You know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up until I heard my parents screaming. " I heard Mr. Shaw describe. 

I still had my eyes closed and my hand on his shoulder as I was concentrating on taking every wave and every bit of pain that I could. I can't get rid of the emotions completely yet but I can reduce them and from the looks of it it's working. 

"It killed them?" Sammy questioned. 

"It dragged them off into the night. Why it left me alive…been asking myself that ever since." Mr. Shaw said. 

There was a long pause. I opened my eyes. Sammy and Mr. Shaw were looking at the floor. I could feel the tension in the room. It was overwhelming. After transferring emotions or dealing with strong emotions whether from myself or someone else I get a sensory overload and become very aware and sensitive to the emotions in my general surroundings. 

There is the risk of my having a panic attack but I've learned and trained myself to stay calm in most situations and not to become too emotional. 

Mr. Shaw looked at his shirt and looked as if he realized something. "Did leave me this, though." Mr. Shaw said as he pulled his shirt collar to the side. It revealed three long claw marks all along his chest. 

The three of us stared at the scars. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of demon." Mr. Shaw voiced out. 

"Thank you and our sincerest apologies, Mr. Shaw. I know how hard it must've been to talk and relive those memories. We'll be taking our leave now. Oh, and Mr. Shaw I'm sure your parents were proud and fortunate to have you as their son and that they love you as much as you love them." I said, bowing to Mr. Shaw. 

I was about to walk off with Sam and Dean when I heard "Thank you, you are truly a sweet young lady." Mr. Shaw whispered, his eyes watery with tears. 

"It's nothing, Mr. Shaw. Take care now okay? Have a nice evening." I said while exiting his house.

The three of us were walking to Baby and before we got in Sammy asked me a question. "How did you know exactly what to say? We probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere without you." 

"You just need to understand and relate to them, Sammy. Nothing too special you know?" I laughed. "It's certainly easier said than done but our job isn't just to save people in the literal sense. You need to know how to comfort them and ease their pains. You guys may have more physical skills and strength but you both lack empathy."

"That's exactly why we’re a trio," Dean said. 

I sighed dramatically "what would you guys do without me." The three of us all burst out laughing. 

We got inside the impala and started driving towards a motel. 

"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls." Dean reasoned while we were walking in the hallway of a motel. 

"So it was probably something else, something corporeal," Sammy said, analyzing the situation. 

"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor." Dean retorted. 

"Shut up. So what do you guys think?" Sammy questioned.

"Well, first of all, Sammy, you know not to use big words in front of Dean." I joked.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed. 

"Ahem, that's beside the point but you are right it's probably not a spirit or demon but we also shouldn't take Mr. Shaw's words too literally. Remember he doesn't know anything about our world. To a child the thing that he saw murder his parents. The only way he could describe how it looked to him was a demon. So the creature is something that lives in the forest and probably feasts on human flesh or targets humans, right?" I explained my point of view. 

"Yeah, the claws, the speed that it moves…could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature and its corporeal. Which means we can kill it." Dean pointed out. 

We went outside to the parking lot to take a look at what weapons we had. Dean opened the trunk of the impala, then he opened the weapon box, and propped it open with a shotgun. He puts some guns in a duffle bag.

Sammy and I leaned in, "We cannot let that Haley girl go out there." Sammy said.

"Agreed," I said, both to keep her safe and for my own reasons. 

"Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" Dean countered.

"Yeah," Sammy and I said simultaneously. 

Dean stares at the both of us "Her brothers missing, Guys. She's not just gonna sit this one out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." He said not really giving the option to say no. He picked up the duffle bag.

"Finding Dads not enough?" Sammy said, pissed, and slamming the weapon box shut, then the trunk. "Now we gotta babysit too?" 

"Sammy," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "I understand why you're pissed but don't take this out on the girl. As much as I hate to say it Dean's right. I would prefer for her not to get involved in the first place but she's most likely not going to let this go. Remember, these are innocent people who don't know what they are getting themselves into." I said firmly, looking him in the eyes. 

"I know you want to find Dad and avenge Jess but we want that just as much as you do. But you cannot take this out on everyone else. We are giving you the chance to grieve but we must never take our personal feelings into our job because it could cost someone their life." I explained to him. I understood that it wasn't easy for him but that didn't give him the right to act like this. This isn't the Sammy I know. 

There was a pregnant pause, "I'm sorry guys it's just-" 

I cut Sammy off "You don't need to apologize but you can't keep acting like this. We miss our old Sammy." I whispered, softening my eyes. 

"I may not be good with words but she's right," Dean said, agreeing with me.

"When am I ever wrong?" I said, cocking an eyebrow. 

There was a slight pause before all you could hear was our laughter through the midnight air. 

[ashewintercpu]

Chapter 3 Pilot Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Oc

Word Count: 3.9k 

Warnings: Not much besides death, hurting and maybe for some crying 

We hid and waited until the police went away. We didn't really have much of a choice. We couldn't go anywhere without Baby and since Dean had been taken in by the police, Sammy had to drive. Luckily I had already found the address when the police arrived. 

"Are you sure this is the place?" Sammy asked. We were still in the car. When we arrived at the place it was hard to believe anyone still lived there. It looked less like a home and more like a junkyard. Filled with old, broken cars and useless trash. 

"I'm positive," I assured Sam. 

We walked out of the car and over to, what was supposedly the front door. The door had a window, it was dirty and grimy, with a chain link covering it. 

Sammy knocked on the door while looking to see if there was another door or entrance to the ‘house’. 

An old man opened the door. "Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" Sammy asked. 

"Yeah," He replied. 

The three of us were walking in what I could only assume was a driveway. "Did another older man pass by here by any chance?" I questioned, wondering if Dad had passed by here. 

I saw Sammy take something out of his pocket. It was the photo from the motel. I hadn't even noticed him taking it. He passed it to Joseph "Yeah, he was older, but that's him. He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." Joseph said as he handed the photo back to Sammy. 

"That's right. We're working on a story together." Sammy lied. 

"Well, I don't know what kind of story you're working on. The questions he asked me-"

"About your late wife, Constance." Sammy finished his sentence, cutting him off. 

"He asked me where she was buried," Joseph said in a slightly disturbed tone. 

"And where is that again?"Sammy asked, trying not to sound suspicious but failing. 

"I gotta go through this twice?" Joseph said, confused. 

"We just wanted to make sure we got every detail of the story right." I lied. I don't like lying but in cases like these, I don't have much of a choice. 

"It's fact-checking. If you don't mind." Sammy reaffirmed, continuing, my sentence. 

"In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge," Joseph answered.

"And why did you move?" Sammy questioned. 

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." He explained. I could tell it pained him to talk about his children. It's truly unfortunate. Sometimes monsters are made from a few unfortunate accidents and regrets. I hope that one day both people and monsters alike will learn to find rest and peace. 

Sammy stopped walking, causing Joseph and I to stop as well "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" 

"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." Joseph replied. I could see regret and guilt in his eyes. The poor man, I'm sure he truly loved her and it was obvious he regrets everything he's done. I pitied the man. 

"So you had a happy marriage?" Sammy said in an innocent tone. Joseph had no clue that Sammy and I knew the truth of their marriage and to him, it was just an innocent question. 

He hesitated to answer "Definitely." 

"Well, that should do it. Thank you for your time." Sammy said, deciding not to press the issue any further. 

We started to walk to the impala. I was about to open the door and enter but I noticed Sammy stop "What's wrong?" I queried and tilted my head. 

Sammy looked back toward Joseph "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a Woman in White." Sammy called out. 

Joseph turned around "A what?" He voiced. It was less like a question and more like he was asking whether had heard Sammy correctly. 

Joseph wasn't the only one who was in shock. I had no clue what Sammy was planning. I just stood still as Sammy walked over to Joseph "A Woman in White. Or sometimes Weeping Woman? It's a ghost story. Well, more like a phenomenon, really. They're spirits, they've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, in Mexico, lately, in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story."  

I broke out of my daze and rushed over to them. "Boy, I don't care much for nonsense," Joseph said, looking at Sammy as if he was crazy. 

Joseph started to walk away once again "See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Sammy and I continued to follow him. 

Joseph stopped and that was when I finally realized what Sammy's plan was. He was trying to push and break Joseph into telling us what actually had happened. 

"And these women, suffering from temporary insanity...murdered their children." He continued, hitting the nail on the head. 

Joseph turned around "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed. Walking backroads, waterways and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again." Sam concluded his story. 

Joseph started walking closer to Sammy "You think...You think that has something to do with… Constance...You smart-ass?" 

"You tell me," Sammy said with a cold stone face.

"I mean maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did...Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now you get the hell out of here. And you don't come back." Joseph said venom seethed in his voice but his eyes told a different story. His eyes were wet with tears. He was still hurting even after all these years. 

Sam and I watched as he walked away. I placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Let's go," I whispered, pulling on his shoulder. Reluctant but he ends up following me. 

Sammy was driving the Impala to the old house in Breckenridge Joseph had talked about. I was leaning my head against the window thinking of a way to get Dean out. 

I suddenly had an idea that hit me "Sammy pass me your phone." I requested. He gave a strange and confused look "Just hand it over." I asked again, gesturing for him to hand it over. 

"Apparently Dean isn't the only bossy one." I heard him mutter under his breath. 

"What was that?" I said in an innocent yet slightly threatening voice. 

"Nothing." He answered immediately with a worried and panicked face. 

I dialed 911. "What's your emergency?" A voice asked on the other end of the call.

"I heard gunshots while I was in the car with my brother." I cried in a scared and frantic voice. 

"Where did you hear the gunshots ma’am?" The voice asked again.

"O-on Whiteford road" I stuttered 

"Okay, help is on the way." The voice reassured me. 

Once they dropped the phone call I handed it back to Sammy. "I didn't know you could act like that," Sammy mumbled, surprised. 

"Maybe I was an actress in another life." I laughed. After a couple of minutes, I heard Sammy's phone ring and him picking up the phone. 

I could faintly hear Dean's voice speaking on the other end of the call. "Fake 911 phone call? That's pretty illegal." 

"I wasn't the one who made the call," Sammy said as he passed me his phone. 

I held the phone against my ear "You’re welcome, love" 

"Thank you, babydoll." He replied in a sweet voice. 

I held the phone between Sammy and me so we could hear Dean speak. "Listen, we gotta talk." 

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White. She’s buried behind her house, so Dad’s-" Dean cuts off Sammy.

"Sammy, would you shut up for a sec," Dean grunted, only for Sammy to continue. Even over the phone, these boys can’t hold a proper conversation I thought as I rolled my eyes. 

"Why hasn't he destroyed the corpse yet?" Sammy asked. 

"Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean concluded. 

"What?" I said in shock. 

"What? How do you know?" Sammy asked as if he had read my mind. 

"I’ve got his journal," Dean explained.

"He doesn’t go anywhere without that," Sammy said. 

"He’s never been without it before," I whispered, worried. Dad’s journal contains everything about the supernatural. Everything we were taught is in that book and Dad never goes without it. For him to leave the journal like that means that something big is coming. Something bad. 

"He did this time," Dean said.

"What’s it say?" Sammy asked, curious. 

"Same, ex-marine crap to let us know where he’s going," Dean said. 

"Coordinates?" I murmured under my breath. It wasn't unusual for Dad to do something like this but I doubt Dad will be wherever those coordinates lead to. 

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sammy asked.

"I'm not sure," Dean said.

"I don't understand. What could be so important that Dad would skip out in the middle of a job?" Sammy voiced out in confusion. He wasn't wrong. Dad never leaves a case. All of this with the added fact that Dad is still missing is making me so worried. 

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sammy asked.

"Sam!" I exclaimed, making Sam look up at the road. It was Constance on the road. Sammy slammed the brakes causing the phone to fly out of my hand. Baby had gone through Constance as Baby came to a halt. 

"Where did she go?" I panted. I looked at Sam who was panting as well. 

I turned to look at the rearview mirror "Take me home." Constance said from the backseat. 

"Take me home," Constance demanded. 

"No." Sammy refused. Constance glared at us. The doors suddenly locked themselves. I turned to try and open the door next to me but it wouldn't budge. 

"Sammy it won't open!" I panicked, struggling to open the door when I heard the gas pedal move. 

I faced Sammy with widened eyes. "Sammy, please tell me you're the one moving the car." 

Sammy tries to steer, but Constance was controlling that too. "Well, we're in for a long ride," I whispered leaning back into my seat knowing there was no way to open the doors. 

The Impala pulls up in front of Constance's house. The engine turns off along with the lights. 

"Don't do this." Sammy pleaded. 

Constance flickers "I can never go home." She said in a sad voice. I truly do feel bad for Constance.

"You're scared to go home." Sammy and I said in realization. Sammy and I turned around to look at Constance but she disappeared. 

Before we knew it she appeared on Sammys' lap. She shoves him back against the seat hard enough that the seat reclines. I tried to move and help Sammy but I couldn't move. I was stuck in my seat. 

I didn't have control over my own body. My arms were stuck to my side "Get off him! Don't touch him! Don't hurt him!" I said in a panic. I couldn't even turn my head to see what she was doing. As much as I struggled I couldn't move. 

"Hold me. I'm so cold." I heard her say 

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been." Sammy said in a strangled voice. I never felt so useless in my life. I wasn't able to do anything. 

I heard her whisper something but I couldn't hear it properly. I tried moving again but to no avail I still couldn't move. I took some deep breaths to try and calm myself down. Now wasn't the time to start panicking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sammy's fingers struggling to reach for the car keys and before I knew it all I could hear was Sammy screaming in pain. 

I used all my strength to try and move my body. I tried thrashing my body but still nothing. I panted, shifting my eyes trying to think of a solution. Then suddenly I saw gunshots and the windows shattered. Thankfully my body was pressed flush against the car seat. More gunshots were fired before I felt a weight taken off my body. 

Immediately turned to face Sammy. There were five holes in his shirt. My eyes widened but before I could even say anything "I'm taking you home." Sammy mumbled. 

Sammy drove forward and smashed through the side of the house. My body jerked forward upon the impact of the crash. 

"Sam! Nikki!" Dean yelled from behind us. 

"Here!" Sammy called out to Dean. 

"You guys okay?" Dean asked through my side of the impala. 

"I think..." Sammy replied, both of us still in shock. I was panting and had my mouth open but no words escaped my lips. 

Dean placed a hand on my cheek. "Baby, sweetheart, are you okay." He turned my head to face his. 

"I-I-I'm fine. I'm just...just...still in shock." I stuttered. 

"Can you guys move?" Dean questioned. 

"Yeah. Help Nikki." Sammy told Dean.

Dean went to open the door and tried to carry me out the door. "No no no, I can do it myself, go help, Sammy," I said pushing Dean's arms away. The moment I stood up I felt the world start to shift before I fell into Dean's arms. 

"You were saying." Dean mocked. 

"Shut up," I muttered, embarrassed, as I leaned against the impala. 

Once Dean helped Sammy out of the impala I turned towards them but before I could even utter a word we saw Constance. She glared at us and threw the picture frame she was holding to the floor. She moves aside and scoots a bureau towards us.

She pinned us against the impala. The three of us groaned upon the impact and were struggling to get it off of us. The lights started to flicker. Constance looked around and she seemed scared? Water began to pour down the staircase. She moved closer to the staircase. 

We saw two children atop it. It looked like a boy and a girl. "You've come home to us, Mommy." The children said in chorus while holding each other's hand.

Constance looked at them, distraught. Suddenly the two children were behind her. They embraced her tightly as she screamed whether in fear, guilt, or pain I couldn't tell. Her image started to flicker in a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melted into a puddle on the floor. 

Once they disappeared I felt a weight lift off on the bureau and we were able to shove it off us. We walked over to look at the spot where Constance and the children vanished. 

"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean said in realization. 

Sammy nodded "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." He explained. 

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy" Dean congratulated while patting Sammy on his injured chest. 

Sammy laughed through the pain as Dean walked back toward the impala. "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak." Sammy turned to mock Dean. 

"Hey, I saved your ass." Dean retorted. 

"I almost forgot. You almost shot my face off!" I exclaimed, shoving Dean. 

"I'm sorry, baby. You know I would try to hurt you." Dean apologized.

I wrapped my arms around him and hid my face in his chest. "Stop being so sweet I'm trying to be mad at you," I whined.

He laughed and unlatched my arms from him. He walked and leaned over to look at Baby. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car." He turned to look at Sammy "I'll kill you." 

Sammy and I could only laugh in response. 

After what felt like hours we were finally back on the road. I was holding a flashlight over Sammy's shoulder while he looked through Dad's notebook. I had my head laid against the seat's headrest with my eyes barely open. I could hardly think and all I wanted to do was fall asleep. Between almost getting shot by my beloved boyfriend and having not slept for almost two whole days, I was tired, to say the least. 

"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sammy said over the music that was playing. I closed my eyes and started to doze off. 

"Sounds charming, how far?" Dean asked. 

"About 600 miles," Sammy replied.

"If we shag ass, we can make it by morning," Dean suggested. I opened my eyes in realization at what he had said. With everything that's happened it completely slipped my mind that Sammy had to go back. Back to college. Back to his normal life. I suppose I wasn't the only one who forgot. 

"Dean, I..." Sam trailed off.

"You're not going," Dean said, realizing what Sam was trying to say. 

"The interview's in 10 hours. I gotta be there." Sam explained. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." Dean nodded in disappointment. 

I turned to see Dean's face and shifted my body and lazily wrapped my arms around his neck. I nuzzled into his neck to try and bring him some form of comfort. I shifted my half-lidded eyes to his face and I could see he was trying to keep his composure but I could read Dean like an open book. I could only hope my presence brought him some form of comfort before I decided to let sleep take me. 

After a quick nap and a couple more hours, we finally arrived outside Sammy's apartment. Sammy got out of the car and leaned over to look through the window "You'll call me if you find him?" 

Dean only nodded "Don't worry I'll make sure of it Sammy." I pipped from the backseat. 

"Maybe I can meet with you guys later, huh?" Sammy suggested. 

"Yeah, alright." Dean agreed. 

"Sammy," I said from the backseat "Huggie before you leave?" I asked with my arms open. 

He leaned through the window and gave me a tight squeeze "Be careful and stay safe, okay." I whispered. I was still worried and needed some sort of reassurance. 

"Okay." He murmured in my neck. He gave me one more squeeze before letting go and walking off.

"Sam?" Dean called out, making Sammy turn back "You know, we made a hell of a team back there." 

"Yeah." Sammy nodded in agreement. A part of me does wish Sammy could stay with us but this was probably for the better. 

I watched Sammy gradually get smaller and smaller as Dean drove off. Once Sammy was out of sight I leaned back and sunk into my seat. 

I tried to get comfortable and relax but the further away we got from Sammy the more restless I felt. I started to sweat and pant. I felt like a fire was burning in my stomach and it got worse and worse the further away we were. It had gotten to a point where the heat from my aching stomach started rising and I felt queasy. 

I placed a hand on Dean's shoulder "We need to head back. Now." I demanded. 

"Sweetheart-"

"Dean, now!" I cut him off. He could tell that, for whatever reason, I wanted to head back to Sammys' apartment. It was urgent. 

Dean drove the impala as fast as he could without breaking the speed limit. When we had reached the apartment everything seemed fine "Baby-" He started. 

"Something is wrong. I just know it." I cut him off once again. "Please, you told me to trust you. Now trust me." I said looking him in the eye. Something was off and there was nothing he could do to convince me otherwise. 

He slumped in his seat knowing there was no changing my mind. I stared outside the window from the backseat and just as I was about to turn away I saw fire burst out from one of the apartment windows. It was Sammys' apartment. I rushed out of the car and luckily the front door was unlocked. I ran up the flight of stairs and I could hear Dean right behind me. 

Once we reached Sammy's apartment door Dean kicked the door down as we had no time to spare. "Sam!" We called out.

"Jess!" We immediately hurried over to the room where we had heard Sam scream. 

We came running into the bedroom where we saw Sam on the bed shielding his face from the fire. We looked up to see Jess engulfed in the flames on the ceiling. 

"Sam! Sam!" Dean rushed into the room and tried to grab Sammy out of the room while I stood by the door, frozen. 

"No! No!" Sam's protests broke me out of my daze. I ran into the room to help Dean. 

"We gotta get out of here!" Dean said as I helped him shove Sammy out the door. 

"Jess! Jess! No!" Sam called out to her, still struggling, trying to save her as the flames engulfed the room. His cries broke my heart but we had to get him out of here. 

We were outside with a fire truck parked outside Sammy's apartment with firemen and policemen trying to keep back the gawkers. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I hid my face in Dean's chest. I felt so much pain and regret not just from Sammys but from my own emotions. I could have done something but I didn't and now it's too late. I always tried to keep my composure so I wouldn't accidentally influence or affect someone in the wrong way. Today it was all too much. I just wanted to cry and to cuddle with Dean and for him to tell me everything would be alright but I had to be strong if not for myself then for Dean and Sam. 

Once I had calmed myself down I had moved from Dean's chest. He had placed a kiss on my forehead and tucked my hair behind my ear. Dean was never good with words and this was his way of trying to comfort me. 

We walked over to Sam who was standing behind the impala with an open trunk, loading a shotgun. I looked at Sam's face. His face was stone cold but underneath I could see, and feel, all of the anger and sadness he felt. I leaned against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his waist. I closed my eyes and tried concentrating on taking away his pain and transferring them onto me. There wasn't much I could do but if I could make him feel even a little bit better. There wouldn't be much more I could ask for. 

My heart clenched. It hurt so much. Tears ran down my face from the pain. I knew this was only a sliver of what he felt but with each tear that fell from my eyes, I could only hope that he felt better. Bit by bit I was taking away all the hurt and the pain he was feeling. 

I opened my eyes, silent tears still streaming down my face. I moved away from Sam and looked at his face once more. He looked back towards Dean and me. He sighed and nodded as he tossed the shotgun back into the trunk.

"We got work to do," Sam said as he shut the trunk. 

[ashewintercpu]

Chapter 2 Pilot Part 2

Paring: Dean x OC

Word Count: 6.1k 

Warings: Once again not much, maybe except for horrible grammar and cringe

I woke up to the sound of "Ramblin’ Man" by the Allman brothers. After laying down for a couple more minutes to focus my eyes I decided to get up. "Hey, Sammy whatcha doing?" I asked Sammy while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Nothin" Sammy replied while rifling through Dean's box of tapes with one foot out the door of the Impala. 

While stretching in the backseat I accidentally hit my head on the roof of Baby "Ouch! Why does this happen every morning?" I whimpered while I massaged my head.

Sam's eyes shuffled between me and the box of tapes. I raised my eyes in confusion ‘till it hit me. "Okay, spit it out Sammy" I smiled brightly at him.

"So you and Dean huh?" He asked 

"Mhm!" I giggled while nodding my head happily. I leaned against the back of Sam's seat "You shouldn't be touching those you know?" I gave him a knowing look.

"I'm happy for both of you." He said completely ignoring me with a small smile on his face 

"Awwwww that's so sweet!" I exclaimed while wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling him.

"Hey!" We heard Dean yell over the music as he came out of the convenience store. Sammy leaned out to look at him. 

"You want breakfast?" Dean asked Sam, not noticing I was already awake. 

"No, thanks." Sam answered with a look of disgust on his face as he turned to look at what Dean called ‘breakfast’. 

"And by ‘breakfast’ you mean chips, candy, and a soda." I quipped, gaining his attention.

"So how’d you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" He questioned. 

"Yeah, well, hunting ain’t exactly a pro ball career," Dean replied as he put the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." He retorted 

I chuckled at his response, "He's gotcha there Sammy." I laughed as I released Sammy from my hold and leaned back into the seat. Although I don't totally agree with Dean and Dad with the whole credit card scam shenanigans It's not like I was any better hustling people for their money. 

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sammy asked as he swung his legs back inside the car and closed the door.

"Uh, Burt Aframian" Dean replied as he got into the driver's seat and placed down ‘breakfast’ "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." He smiled 

Sam shook his head with a small smile on his face as well "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?" Dean asked, genuinely puzzled with an offended look on his face. I decided to stay out of the conversation and not get in between them. I wanted to see how this conversation was going to play out. 

"Well, for one, they’re cassette tapes, and two Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Sammy lifted up a tape for every band that he named. 

"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock" Sam taunted. 

Dean took the box and gave me a look that said ’Can you believe him?’ I chuckled at his reaction. I really do have an adorable boyfriend. 

"Sorry love I'm with Sammy on this one. Listening to the same tapes over and over again gets kinda boring." I said and mouthed him a sorry. I loved Dean too much to tell him I was sick of listening to the same songs on repeat over and over again. 

Dean gave me a look of shock while Sammy turned to give me a fist bump. "Well, house rules, Sammy," He said, snapping out of a daze and popped a tape on the player "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." He declared as he dropped the Metallica tape back into the box.

Leaning against Dean's seat "Yeah? And what about me?" I asked with an innocent smile and a mischievous glint in my eye. 

"Yeah, you too," He said while giving me a small peck on the lips. I look over to Sam to see him rolling his eyes.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" He said as AC/DC’s ’Back in Black’ began to play.

"Sorry, can't hear you, the music's too loud." He mocked while motioning to his ears. 

I snickered "Sorry Sam but you'll always be Sammy in our eyes." I teased him as I hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.

He turned to face the window but I caught a glimpse of a small smile on his face. I had missed this and as much as Sammy wanted to finish this as quickly as possible I knew he missed it too. I leaned back into my seat with my arms and legs crossed. Closing my eyes in contentment and thought "If only Dad were here."

"Thank you," Sam said after finishing his call and closing his cell phone. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess."

Dean glanced over at Sam, then back to the road. At the bridge ahead of us, there were two police cars and several officers.

"Check it out," Dean said while Sam and I leaned forward to get a closer look. Dean pulled over and we took a long look outside the window before he turned off the engine. Dean opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with our faces on them.

He smiles and picks one out for Sam and me. "Let's go." He said as he got out of the car.

"Come on we don't have all day," I said cheerfully, patting Sammy on the back and following Dean out of the car. 

On the bridge we see the lead deputy leaning over the railing, yelling down to two men in wetsuits who were poking around the river. 

I walked next to Dean with Sam on my left. "You think it has to do with the disappearances?" I asked no one in particular. 

"Well, that's what we're about to find out" Dean replied as we approached the officers. "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" He questions.

The deputy looked up when Dean started talking and straightened up to talk to him. 

The deputy looked at us suspiciously "And who are you?" He queried 

"Federal marshals," Dean answered as he flashed his badge.

"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" he asked doubtfully. 

"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean laughed in response as he walked over to the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" 

"Yeah, that's right, About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." He replied.

I decided to let Sam and Dean do all the interrogating and surveyed the area instead to see if I could find anything out of the ordinary. 

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam questioned.

"Town like this, everybody knows everybody." He nodded 

"Any connections between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked as he circled the car, looking around. 

"No, not as far as we can tell." He said plainly.

"So, what do you have so far?" I said as I turned to the deputy. 

Sam and I went over to Dean as he continued my question "What's the theory?" 

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" He answered truthfully.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean mocked as Sam stomped on Dean's foot.

"I am so sorry he just doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut sometimes." I apologized sincerely.

"Thank you for your time," Sam said as we started to walk away while I pulled Dean with us. "Gentlemen." 

I could feel the deputy’s eyes on us as we walked off. I wrapped my arms around Dean's right arm while he used his other hand to smack Sammy on the head. 

"Ow! What was that for?" Sam whispered angrily. 

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean said annoyed while I giggled at them.

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" He retorted. I sighed contently as I thought some things never change. 

Dean looked at Sam and pulled his arm out of my grasp. He moved in front of Sam, forcing him to stop walking. 

"Come on, They don't really know what's going on. We’re all alone on this. I mean, if we’re going to find Dad we’ve got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean ranted 

Sam and I cleared our throats and looked over Dean’s shoulder. Dean turned around to see the sheriff and two FBI agents.

"Can I help you three?" The sheriff asked.

"No, sir, we were just leaving" Dean replied and as the FBI agents walked past us Dean nodded to each of them. "Agent Muller. Agent Scully." 

The three of us head past the sheriff and back to the Impala. Once inside the car "Baby you know I wasn't kidding when I said you don't know when to keep your mouth shut, right?" I teased Dean as I squeezed his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. 

Sammy laughed and turned to me to give me a fistbump. Dean turned to me "Please, you love this mouth." He smirked as he revved the engine. Sammy turned to face the window and fake gagged. 

 "Dang right I do" I chuckled as I pecked him on the lips. 

The three of us were walking down the street when we saw a young woman, near the movie theater with a marque that said EMERGENCY TOWN HALL MEETING SUNDAY 8 PM BE SAFE OUT THERE. The woman was hanging up posters with Troy's face and the caption "MISSING TROY SQUIRE". 

"I'll bet you that's her," Dean said as the three of us approached her. 

"Yeah," Sammy replied.

Dean snaked his arm around my waist as we walked towards her "You must be Amy." Dean said.

"Yeah." She answered without taking her eyes off the poster she was hanging up.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We’re his uncles. I’m Dean, this is Sammy" Dean explained.

"And I’m his aunt Nicole," I said with a soft smile on my face. As to make sure we didn't come off too strong and scare her away. 

"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said with a deadpan expression on her face. We continued to follow her as she walked away. 

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We’re not around much. We’re up in Modesto." Dean lied.

"So, we’re looking for him too, and we’re kinda asking around." Sam elaborated further. 

"We’re just worried for him, you see. And we were wondering if there’s anything you could tell us?" I asked gently. Sometimes my boys just don’t know when to take it slow and stop pushing. Us girls are delicate, fragile, and sensitive in moments like these. 

As I was thinking that another young woman comes up to Amy and puts a hand on her arm. "Hey, are you okay?" The young woman asked. 

"Yeah," Amy replied, assuring her friend. 

She came over here to comfort Amy because she saw that she was slightly distressed. Whether it was because of us or because Troy was missing Amy now seems more comfortable. Maybe with her, Amy will finally be at ease and give us the information we need. I saw an opportunity that we could use to our advantage. 

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sammy said in a slightly ominous tone. 

Seeing that they were still a little hesitant. I removed Dean’s hand from my waist. I moved in between him and Sammy "We just really need to know what happened. We’re just as worried as you are and we’re just trying to make sense of all of it. We would truly appreciate your help." I said in a gentle and motherly tone, trying to empathize with them and look them in the eye so they could see the sincerity in my eyes. 

After that, I could tell they felt a little more at ease. I turned my head over at Sammy and gave him a look that said "Prod gently." as they walked into the diner and we followed suit. 

They walked over to a booth that could only fit four people. The two girls sat on one side while Sam and Dean on the other. Sam was near the window and Dean near the aisle. Seeing as I had nowhere to sit Dean decided to pull me into his lap and hold me secure to make sure I wouldn’t fall. 

After getting a little more comfortable Amy decided to start explaining things "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back and...he never did." She cried sorrowfully. 

"He didn’t say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked in a kind and tender voice, taking my advice. 

"No. Nothing I can remember," Amy replied as she shook her head.

"I like your necklace." Sammy complimented. Drawing my attention to said necklace. Amy held the pendant she was wearing, a pentagram in a circle. 

"Tony gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all the devil stuff." Amy laughed while looking down at it. 

Sammy laughs a little and looks down, then up, making Dean look over at Sam. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is a protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."

"They are used in multiple religions Christianity, Paganism, even Taoists." I further elaborated on Sam's point. 

"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean retorted, leaning forward slightly with me still in his arms.

 "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean asked.

Amy and the other woman, whose name was Rachel, look at each other. "What is it?" Dean questioned. 

"Well, it's just… I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel explained. 

"What do they talk about?" Dean and Sam said in chorus. 

I could sense hesitancy and that she was still slightly uncomfortable. I breathed in deeply. Then exhaled. Calming myself down. I had yet to tell Sam and Dean. Heck, even Dad but around middle school, I discovered I could not necessarily control people's emotions but more a less influence them. As I grew older I learned to control it. I could sense people's emotions, and influence them while keeping stronger emotions to myself. It's why I keep calm, control my feelings and not let them control me. All these 'powers' become stronger when touching someone. I wasn't sure what I was but I did some research on it. It's a sort of psychic ‘power’, an empath to be more specific.

She calmed down. "It's kind of a local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on centennial, like decades ago." Dean looks at Sam, who is watching Rachel attentively, nodding. "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." she finished somberly. 

Three of us looked at each other knowing we found our lead.

The three of us were now in the library. Dean was sitting on a chair with a computer with a web browser open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. He typed in the words "Female Murder Hitchhiking". He clicks GO; the screen tells him there were "(0) results". Dean tries again replacing "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" only to receive the same results. 

We had only been here for a couple minutes but Sammy and I were both getting antsy. Dean wasn't exactly the most tech-savvy person. Dean preferred to do things the old-fashioned way but in this case, we didn't have much of an option. 

Sam was sitting on a chair next to Dean while I was standing behind them. "Let me try," Sammy suggested, getting tired of watching Dean, and tried reaching for the keyboard. 

Dean smacked Sam's hand away "I got it." Dean said stubbornly but before he could even touch the keyboard Sam shoves Dean's chair out of the way and takes over. 

"Hey!" I exclaimed, moving out of the way before Dean's chair could hit me.

"Dude!" Dean blurted out. 

He shuffled his chair over moving back to his original position and hits Sammy in the shoulder. "You’re such a control freak." 

"Well, he's not the only brother I know like that," I muttered under my breath, teasingly, making Dean glare at me from over his shoulder. 

Giggling at his expression I walked over, leaning against his chair, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "You’re so cute! I was just kidding...partially" I said in a sing-song voice. 

Sammy rolled his eyes at us "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam said getting back to the topic at hand. 

 "Yeah." Dean and I answered.

"Well, maybe it’s not murder." Sam speculated. 

"Suicide," I whispered in realization with widened eyes. As I said that Sam replaces the word "Murder" with "Suicide on Centennial" having only one article appear from the search. We glance at Sam as he opens the article, dated April 25, 1981. 

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four-year-old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river." Sam read off the article. 

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah," Sam answered plainly.

"What?" Dean questioned. 

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." Sam summarised. Although we’ve seen and heard worse things I can't help but gasp in shock, sorrow, and empathy. 

"Hm," Dean raised his eyebrows. 

I can’t help but feel sorry for Constance. Having to lose your children like that must be hard. I sometimes can’t help but empathize with the ‘monsters’ we’re killing. How could I not? At one point whether they were good or not these ‘things’ were once people too. It's a shame that we can’t save most of them. A part of me likes to think that in killing them we are not only saving others but giving the ‘monsters’ peace. 

" ‘Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,’ said husband Joseph Welch." 

Sam read aloud.

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean said rhetorically while pointing to the picture of the Sylvania Bridge. 

We decided to wait until nightfall before heading over to Sylvania bridge so that there wouldn't be any cops around. The three of us were walking along the bridge, then we stopped to lean on the railing and looked down at the river. 

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean mocked.

"Dean!" I exclaimed then proceeded to smack his shoulder. He didn't need to add salt to the wound I thought, rolling my eyes. 

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam looked over at us as he asked.

"Possibly," I replied.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean elaborated as we continued to walk with his arm around my waist and Sam behind us.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam questioned. To be honest I wasn't exactly sure where we would go from here. As much as I wanted Sammy to stay I knew he couldn't. I had a feeling keeping Sammy here with us for too long would result in something disastrous. 

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." He explained. It was subtle but I tell he was excited to be working with Sammy again. 

I could hear Sammy stop walking "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-" Sammy gets cut off. 

"Monday. Right. The interview." Dean turns us around to face Sammy. I could see realization and disappointment hit him. 

"Yeah." 

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean said hurt laced in his voice. I could tell he was only lashing out because he was hurt. I started to lean in closer to try and calm him down before they do something they'll both regret. 

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam asked.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean retorted. I had yet to interfere for two reasons. One I was still in shock. This is one of the most intense arguments they've ever had. They've had heated arguments before but their aura. It's different. Two I wasn't exactly sure what to say or do.

Sam walks closer to us. "No, and she's not ever going to know," Sam said, slightly panicked and threateningly. 

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean said, turning around and walking off. Sam and I close behind him. 

"And who's that?" Sam queried. 

"You're one of us," Dean responded. I looked between the two brothers briefly before closing my eyes and lifting my head to the stars. I hoped, I prayed Please God, don't let this escalate further. 

Sam rushes to get in front of Dean. "No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." Sam snarled. I tried to keep my distance from the two brothers but close enough to separate them if anything got physical. 

"You have a responsibility to-" Sam cuts him off. 

"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." Sam hissed. 

My eyes widened in shock knowing Sam had taken it a step too far. Dean and Sam adored their mother, but unlike Dean, Sam and I never had the chance to meet Mary. Sam was right in saying that killing the thing that killed Mary wouldn't bring her back. It was less about revenge or bringing Mary back to life but closure. Dad wanted closure. Dean and I understood that to a certain extent but Sam never could. I had hoped one day he would understand what Dad is going through. What I didn't know was that my wish would come too soon. 

I gasped as Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge. After a long pregnant pause "Don't talk about her like that." Dean seethed venom in his words. 

Once I broke out of my daze I walked toward Dean. I placed my hand on his shoulder gently, "That's enough." I whispered. Dean releases Sam and walks away.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked Sammy, patting him on the back. He nods his head in response. 

"Sam, Nikki," Dean called out to us. We walk over and stand next to Dean to see Constance. She looks over at us, then steps forward off the edge. We start running to the railing and look over the edge. 

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked us.

"I don't know." We replied in unison while from behind I heard an engine start. We turn around to see Baby's headlights come on. 

"What the-" Dean said dumbfounded.

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked, confused, still looking at the Impala. I see Dean pull the keys from his pocket and jingle them. 

"Uh oh," I whispered as the impala jerked into motion. It started to move and head straight for us.

We turned around and started running. "Dean? Nikki? Go! Go!" Sam yelled over the sound of the engine. 

Baby was moving faster and faster. I turned to glance behind us to see Baby closer than before "Guys!" I shrieked. From that, they knew that Baby was getting closer. We knew we couldn't outrun a car. Knowing there was no other way out we dived over the railing and Baby came to a halt.

Sam had caught himself, and me, on the edge of the bridge. "Thanks, Sammy," I said in a breath of relief. He helped me grab onto the edge of the bridge. After helping himself up he then pulls me up.

We looked at our surroundings and noticed that Dean wasn't with us. "Dean? Dean!" We called out from the edge of the railing. Looking frantically for Dean.

From below, we could see a dirty and annoyed Dean. He crawled out of the water and onto the mud panting. "What?" Dean bellowed 

Seeing him I breathed a sigh of relief and slouched against the railing. "Hey! Are you alright?" Sam hollered. 

Dean held up one hand in an A-OK sign "I'm super" He replied sarcastically. I look at Sam and we both laugh, relieved, and scoot away from the edge and back onto the bridge. 

Dean shuts the hood of the impala and leans on it. "Your car all right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" He yelled out as if she could still hear him insult her. I giggle slightly at the sight. My boyfriend was covered from head to toe in mud screaming into the night at a ghost that probably couldn't even hear him. 

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the trail go from here, genius." Sammy mocked. The two of us settled on the hood on either side of Dean. Dean threw his arms in frustration, then flicked the mud off his hands. 

I turned my head to the left. As much as I love Dean. He absolutely stinks and smells like garbage. I couldn't breathe through my nose and resorted to breathing through my mouth. I just didn't have the heart to tell him and rub the salt into the wound. 

"You smell like a toilet." I heard Sammy say. After hearing that I placed my hands over my mouth to cover the fact that I was snorting and laughing at my boyfriend. They both turned to look at me. I stood up, covering my face from embarrassment, while still snorting and chuckling. 

Soon enough I doubled over laughing in hysteria. They both looked at me confused and puzzled. "I-I-I'm sorry! I can't help it! Baby, I love you but you smell so bad. I couldn't even breathe through my nose." I bursted out in laughter while holding my stomach as it hurt from laughing so much. 

I could hear Sam snickering, trying to hold in his laughter. That was the last straw for Dean. He looked up at me with an evil glint in his eyes. "I stink that bad huh?" 

I could only answer with a nod. He stood up and started to walk slowly towards me. From the look in his eyes, I could immediately tell what he was thinking. 

My smile fell from my face. "Oh no." I started running. 

"Oh no, you don't get back here!" Dean yelled as he was chasing me. 

I ran around the Impala "Ahhhhhhhhh! Sammy help!" I shrieked in fake fear and took Sammy by the shoulders to use him as my human meat shield. Only for Sam to move out of the way and leave me defenseless. 

"Traitor!" I screeched and continued to run around while Sam was laughing in the background. This is one of the many moments where the three of us can just let loose and act like children. The children we never got to be. 

The three of us drive to a motel. Once inside Dean places a VersaBank MasterCard with the name Hector Aframian. "One room, please." 

We are standing at the motel check-in desk, Dean still filthy with Sam and I behind him. "You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked us as he picked up the card and looked at it. 

"What do you mean?" Sammy questioned. 

"That other guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." He said in a monotone voice.

We weren't able to get the key to Dad's room so we had to resort to breaking in and picking the lock. Once Sammy was able to pick the lock the door swung open. Sammy and I quickly rushed inside to avoid suspicion while Dean, who was still outside, playing lookout. He hadn't noticed that we had opened the door and was still standing outside. Sam and I reached out, grabbed Dean by the shoulders, and yanked him inside. Sammy closed the door behind us. We surveyed the room, the walls were covered from head to toe in maps, newspapers, clippings, pictures, and notes. There were books and junk all over the floor and bed.

"Woah," Sam muttered in surprise.

 Dean walks over and turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten burger sitting on the bedside. Sammy steps over a line of salt on the floor. 

I knew Dean was thinking of sniffing the half-eaten burger that has probably already gone bad. "Dean don't-" He put the burger near his face before I could stop him. He immediately recoils from the stench. 

"Ugh De" I groaned in disgust, slapping my face with my palm. 

He shrugs his shoulders in response. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least."

"You think?" I said sardonically. He glared and gave me a deadpan look in reply. I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. 

Sam kneels down and touches the line of salt on the floor. "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." 

Sammy and I walked over to Dean who was looking at pieces of paper covering a wall. "What do you got here?" Sammy asked.

"Centennial Highway victims," Dean answered. I looked across the wall analyzing the victims. There doesn't seem to be a connection between any of the victims except for the fact that they are all men. 

"I don't get it. They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" He questioned, asking no one in particular. I turned around to see Sammy on the other side of the room.

There are more papers on the wall but one caught my eye. It's a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on Constance’s suicide. It seems I wasn't the only one who noticed the printout with the note. 

Sammy turned on another lamp nearby "Dad figured it out." Sammy voiced. 

Dean turned to look, "What do you mean?"

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch." Sammy answered.

"She's a Woman in White." Sammy and I replied in chorus.

Dean looks back at all of Constance’s victims "You sly dogs." He said to the pictures. 

"At least we know the connection now. They were all cheaters. Poor Constance" I said gloomily. I could empathize with Constance. She was in so much pain she ended up killing herself. She didn't deserve any of the pain she went through and now she's a ghost preventing other women from pain. The pain she went through and doesn't wish it upon anyone else. No one deserves to go through what she went through. Finding out your husband is cheating and then losing your children. 

"All right, so if we're dealing with the woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it," Dean explained. 

"She might have another weakness." Sammy theorized. 

"Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asked as he walked over to us. 

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive." Sammy said as he tapped on the article. 

"Dee. Why don't Sammy and I deal with the husband? You still need to." I ended up not finishing my sentence and instead resorted to gesturing to his body. 

Getting the idea "All right. You, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." I could tell that there was still some tension between Sammy and Dean. My eyes shifted between them wondering who would take the first step. Dean started to walk away and I could tell Sam was still hesitant. I couldn't let them stay like this. I knew all Sammy needed was a push. 

I nudged him with my elbow. When he turned to face me I gestured my head towards Dean. "Hey, Dean?" Sammy called out, getting the idea. 

Dean stops and turns back "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad. I'm sorry-" Sammy's apology gets cut off by Dean holding up a hand in a gesture to stop.

"No chick-flick moments," Dean said, ruining the sweet moment. I facepalmed and groaned internally. I should've known Dean never would've accepted an apology. He loves us and never holds anything against us. No matter what we do in Dean's mind it's already forgiven. It's a quality I both love and hate about him. 

"All right. Jerk." Sammy laughed and nodded his head. 

"Bitch." Dean retorted. 

"Idiots" I chuckled. This was something we did all the time when we were all together. 

Sammy laughs again as Dean walks over to the bathroom. "You'd think after these years he would let us enjoy a sweet moment." I sighed as I looked at the bathroom door. When Sammy didn't reply I knew something was wrong.

I turned around to see Sammy holding something in his hand and his mind wandering. I started to walk over to him. Sammy is usually very alert and aware of his surroundings but he didn't even notice me walk up behind him. I peered over his shoulder to see a picture. It was a picture of the four of us. Dad and Dean were sitting on the hood of the impala while Sammy and I were sitting on Dad's lap. 

He had a sad smile on his face and I could see tears start to form. I placed my hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the touch. I could tell he was startled and that he was too deep in thought. 

I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder "It's gonna be okay." I said, trying to comfort him. I could feel the sadness, sorrow, pain, and regret he was feeling. I tried concentrating on taking all of it away. I immediately felt a stinging pain in my heart and it nearly brought me to tears. He shouldn't be feeling all this pain. He didn't deserve it. They didn't deserve any of it. The least I could do is take it away even if I have to endure all of it myself. 

"Thanks, Nikki." He said as he pressed a kiss on my forehead. 

I was sitting on the bed looking for an address while Sammy was listening to a voicemail from Jess. He sits down next to me as Dean comes out of the bathroom dirt free and clean again. Dean grabs his jacket and shrugs it over his shoulder. 

"Hey" Dean called out, catching my attention "I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You guys want anything?" 

"I'm famished. Some fries and a milkshake, please." I asked politely.

"No," Sammy answered plainly. 

"Aframians buying" Dean tried to convince Sammy. 

Sam only shakes his head in response. 

"Dee, Baby, aren't you forgetting something," I called out to him before he could get out of the door. 

He swiftly turned around and gave me a peck on the lips. "Bye, sweetheart." 

"Bye, and take care, love!" I exclaimed, getting back to work. 

I could feel Sammy's gaze on me. At first, I decided not to acknowledge it and keep working on finding the address. I waited for a few more minutes but his gaze didn't waver "You wanna say something, Sammy?" I asked without looking at him and taking my eyes off of my research. 

"Sorry, just, not used to that yet." He stuttered. I could only laugh in response. 

I turned to face him. "It's fine." I giggled. 

I could hear Sammy listening to the voicemail again until his phone started to beep. I turned to look at Sam answering the phone call. 

I could only hear his side of the conversation.

"What?" 

"What about you?" He said as he stood up. I could immediately tell something was off.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned, giving Sammy my full attention. Sammy shushes me as he looks outside the window and then immediately covers it with the curtain. 

"Dean's been caught by the police," Sammy whispered. 

[ashewintercpu]

Chapter 1 Pilot Part 1

Pairing: Dean x OC 

Word Count: 5.4k 

Warnings: Not much except maybe just Dean flirting

Nicole's POV

Present-day

October 31, 2005. 

I'm scared. I want to wake up. I need to wake up. Someone help me. I can't breathe. I feel like I'm drowning. Someone- anyone, help. Something is coming. It's coming and I can't do anything to stop it.

THUMP

"Owwwwwwwww!" I jolted up in surprise. I leaned forward and rubbed my head in response. Whimpering, I realized I’d accidentally hit my head on the car window. 

"Hey, you alright sweetheart?" Dean turned to face me, raising an eyebrow. 

Still whimpering I replied "Yeah I'm okay. I just hit my head." 

"You sure?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said while rolling my eyes at him. 

"Why do you ask?" I said curiously. Turning my head to the window beside me to see the outside world. 

"Look in the mirror sweetheart." He ordered me while still looking at the road. 

Turning my head back to face him. I looked at him confused. I complied anyway. Looking into the mirror I saw my strawberry blond locks in a mess. My usually neat and well-kept hair is now sticking and pointing in all different directions. My forehead glistened with sweat but that's not what shocked me. 

My eyes. My turquoise-colored eyes were red around the rims and swollen. Puffy from crying but what's even more unusual was that tears were still escaping my eyes. Running down my porcelain skin.

I turned to face Dean even more confused. He lifted one hand from the steering wheel and wiped away one of my stray tears. 

He took his eyes off the road for just a moment to face me. "You were having a nightmare." He told me with a stone-cold face. But when I looked into his eyes all I saw was love and worry for me. 

He turned his gaze back to the street. 

"I don't even remember what I was dreaming about," I mumbled. My mind was wandering. Wondering what I was dreaming about while touching my tear-stained face.

Sinking back into my seat. I turned my focus back to the window. Leaned my arm and head against the window. I stared and watched the trees pass by. 

After a couple of tries to get comfortable, I questioned "How much longer till we reach Stanford?" My face was emotionless. Preparing myself for the storm to come. 

"Not much longer." He said as he accelerated Baby.

We arrived outside what was supposedly Sammy's apartment. I turned to my right to glance outside the window. I looked at Dean for a moment. He opened the door to exit the car but before he could leave I tugged on his sleeve. 

He turned around to face me. Still clutching the sleeve of his jacket I stared at my lap. Feeling his eyes on me I started to feel nervous. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me in a gentle voice. Nevertheless, I ignored him. Still avoiding his gaze. I bit down on my bottom lip. 

His gaze intensified when he noticed my eyes shifting. My heart was beating in my ears. 

Getting impatient he gently grabbed my chin turning my head to face him. "What's wrong." No longer asking me a question but instead giving me an order. His voice stern and commanding but his green eyes soften. 

Noticing that I decided to tell him what's been bothering me. I opened my mouth to say something but I felt my throat tighten. Taking a deep breath. 

"We still have time to leave. We can still turn around. We don't need-" He cuts me off. 

"We need Sammy. Dad's been gone for weeks." Hearing the certainty in his voice I gave in. 

"Okay let's go get our brother back," I said with determination emitting from every part of my being. As much as I didn't want Sammy to get involved Dean was right when he said we needed him. I'm not a Winchester by blood but Dad raised me and loved him like his own child. 

Shuffling out of his seat he goes to open my door. He puts his hand out to help me out of my seat. Escaping the confines of the car. 

I started to straighten my clothes and fix my appearance. When I finished I saw Dean next to the apartment. 

Walking over to him I heard "Get on my shoulders sweetheart." 

I stopped dead in my tracks a couple of feet away from him. I furrowed my brows, staring at him for a minute. I slowly turned my gaze to my clothes. With him following my gaze. I looked back at my boyfriend, my brows still furrowed. I gestured my hands up and down my body. 

Walking closer to him I put my hand on my hip. "Dean, baby, sweetie, do you see what I'm wearing?" I whispered rhetorically.            

Putting his hand around my waist pulling me a little closer while his other hand caressed my face. After taking a good long stare at my face his eyes and hands started to wander up and down my figure. 

After a couple more minutes I decided to take matters into my own hands. Putting my hands on his chest to push him away but before I could he placed both his hands on my waist tugging me even closer to him. Now chest to chest, his hands snaked down to my rear. Curling my hands around his neck. 

Resting his forehead against mine he whispered in a soft and gentle voice. "Nope. I don't see anything wrong. Everything's right where it's supposed to be." Smirking, he gave my backside a small squeeze. 

Rolling my eyes at him, I murmured back a retort. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking"

Giving me one of his cheeky smiles. He leaned back slightly to get a better look at me. "I have no idea what you're talking about?" He responded back sarcastically. 

Moving my hands from his neck to his chest. I looked up at him. "Oh! Of course, what was I thinking! My gentleman of a boyfriend would never try to look up my skirt!" I said dramatically. 

His forest green eyes twinkled at me as he played along with my sarcasm. "Right! Why would I ever need to do that when I can just-" as he said that I felt his fingers riding up my skirt. Taking one of my hands off his chest I took hold of the hand trailing up my skirt. 

My eyes shimmering "Go on. Finish what you were about to say. I dare you." I snapped back at him in a playful manner. 

"Nothing you need to worry, your pretty little head about sweetheart." He answered. "But if we aren't climbing the window how do you suggest we get in darlin'?" 

Moving out of his hold I surveyed the parking lot, looking for an entrance or another way into the apartment. Then out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed a flight of stairs.  

"How about that?" I said while pointing to the short stairwell.

Pulling me by the waist he placed his other hand on the back of my head "What would I do without you?" He uttered while placing a small peck on my forehead. 

"Crash and burn." I breathed while relishing the sweet moment. 

"You're probably right." He whispered back while kissing my lips this time. 

Moving his hand to rest on my hips, we moved towards the stairway. 

I was leaning against a wall while Dean was trying to pick Sammy's apartment door. While waiting for time to pass instead of staring at the door, wall, or ceiling, I decided to stare at something more pleasing to the eyes. I was ogling Dean's bum while waiting for him to finish up. 

"Babeee." I said, trying to catch his attention. Only to get a 'hm' back in response. 

Taking my eyes off his bum for a moment I rolled my eyes at him "Don't give me that face sweetheart." He said while his back still turned to me while working on the lock. 

"But there's a doorbell right there." I sighed exasperatedly 

Though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was rolling his eyes at me. Stopping for a moment he turned to face me. "But what would be the fun in that?" He retorted. 

Shaking my head at him while chuckling. "I swear you and your pranks" I giggled out.

Standing up, Dean opened the door. Dean entered first with me walking slightly behind him. We tried sneaking in carefully but apparently not careful enough because I saw Sammy lunged forward at Dean grabbing him by the shoulders. Not that surprised, I slowly backed away from my brothers watching the scene unfold. Dean knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at him. Fortunately, Sammy ducked before Dean could hit him. Dean grabbed Sam's arm, swung him around, and proceeded to shove him backward. Sammy tried kicking him but Dean was able to block Sammy's kick. Dean elbowed Sam in the face while Sammy kicked his head. Dean ducked and swung back at Sam. Dean knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand on Sam's neck and the other holding his wrist. 

"Woah, easy, tiger," Dean remarked.

"Dean?" Sam panted out incredulously while Dean chuckled at his expression. I giggled still lurking in the shadows. 

"You scared the crap out of me!" Sam lashed out, still panting.

Cocking his head and eyebrows at Sam "That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice." Dean Taunted. 

Sam grabbed and yanked Dean’s hand, slamming his heel into Dean’s back and shoving him onto the floor. 

"Or not." Dean laughed out. Sam patted Dean twice from where he was holding him. 

"Get off me," Dean said while Sammy rolled to his feet pulling Dean up. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam questioned Dean sharply. 

"Well, I was looking for a beer," Dean said sarcastically, patting and shaking Sam’s shoulders before letting go

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam said once again more seriously this time.

Resting against the door frame "Oh, don’t worry Sammy he didn’t come alone." I voiced out "You didn’t forget about me did you?" I pouted deflated, giving Sammy ‘the puppy eyes’. 

Sam turned to look at me "Nicole?!" He said dumbfounded with his mouth wide open. Seeing his lack of response I could tell he was startled by my sudden appearance. I giggled and outstretched my arms wide open. Rushing up to me he took me in his arms and I wrapped my hands around his neck. Hugging me tightly to the point where I could no longer breathe properly. He lifted me off of my feet, quite literally because of the significant height difference. 

"I’ve missed you too Sammy" I whispered. 

After placing my feet back on the floor "Okay. Alright. We gotta talk." Dean answered. 

Sam and I turned our bodies to face Dean "Uh, the phone." Sam said before I could even say anything. 

‘Darn it.’Rubbing my face as I internally sighed knowing this would lead to another argument. Turning my attention back to the two brothers. 

"If I’d’a called, would you have picked up?" Dean said so blatantly I knew I had to interject before things escalated. 

"Guys, now is not the time to-" The lights turned on, cutting me off.  

"Sam?" Said a sleepy young blonde lady wearing a pair of short shorts or as I called them booty shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. Leaning against the other door frame, looking at us confused 

The three of us turned our heads to face her "Jess. Hey. Dean, Nicole, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sammy said in a brief introduction and explanation. 

She looked toward Dean and me. Walking closer to us "Wait, your brother Dean and sister Nicole?" She said with a grin. Sammy replied with a silent nod. 

I looked at her and smiled sweetly. She turned to me with a smile that could rival mine. I looked at her and Sammy with an enormous smile on my face. Happy to see my brother found someone. 

Just as I was thinking of how happy I was for them Dean had to go and ruin the moment "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." As he said, walking closer to Jess while I turned to glare at his back. 

Jess’s smile faltered for a moment as she realized what she was wearing. "Just let me put something on." She said as she turned.

"No, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously" Dean voiced out, making Jess stop. Unfortunately for Dean that was the last straw. I walked forward and smacked Dean’s arm. Finally, turning to his right, he saw me glaring at him. 

Turning my attention back to Jess "You really need to keep a better leash on this one." She said to me jokingly. Both of us giggled at the statement. It seemed that Sammy had told her about us and our relationship. 

"She doesn’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t dream of it" He said, looking at me while wrapping his arm around my waist. My anger slowly dissipated, I leaned into his touch enjoying the moment. 

The both of us walked back towards Sam "Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you." Dean said, getting right back to the point. To the reason as to why we were here in the first place. 

"No." Sam opposed, as he walked over to Jess and put his arms around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." 

In a last-ditch effort to try and convince Sammy "Sam-" but before I could even get another word out Dean grips and squeezes on my waist just a little tighter. Knowing all too well it was a signal for me to stop talking and let him do the rest. 

"Okay" Dean started and turned to look at both of them straight in the eye. Feeling his discomfort, I leaned in closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, placing my head on his chest while still looking at the couple. 

"Um, dad hasn’t been home in a few days." He continued. 

"So he’s working overtime on a Miller time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam answered quickly 

Lifting my head off from Dean's chest. Both of us looking at Sam straight in the eye. "Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days," Dean answered bluntly. Discreetly giving Sammy the actual reason why we were here to not cause suspicion. 

Sammy looked at us with the same stony, expressionless face. Jess glanced up at Sam to see his reaction "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." He curtly told Jess not taking his eyes off of us. 

Sammy changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie before heading downstairs with us. Dean was walking ahead of us while I was stuck listening to Sammy complain from behind me "I mean, come on. You guys can't just break in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." 

We continued to walk down the stairs "You´re not hearing us, Sammy. Dad´s missing. We need you to help us find him." Dean reasons with Sammy.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil´s Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Sam retorted hostilely. 

Dean and I both stopped and turned to face Sam, as a result, He stopped walking too "But never for this long Sammy." I whispered concern laced in my voice and worry etched on my face

"Now are you gonna come with us or not?" Dean continued with a serious face 

With a deadpan look on his face, "I'm not." Sam answered confidently. 

Dean looked genuinely shocked. "Why not?" He asked, not understanding why Sammy didn´t want to come with us. 

"I swore I was done hunting. For good." He looked at us with a look of finality. 

Although I didn't want him to get involved in the first place, I hadn't expected Sammy's hatred to be this severe. "Sammy I know you and Dad didn't end on the best of terms but he's still our father." I tried reasoning with Sam 

Rolling his head at Sammy "Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean said and continued to descend down the steps. I sighed internally, shaking my head. As much as I loved them they needed to learn how to be more considerate and understanding of each other.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a 45." Sam hissed at Dean from behind my back. 

Dean stopped in front of the door that led to the carpark and turned to face Sam "Well, what was he supposed to do." He challenged.

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark" Sam raised his voice. I stood next to Dean. 

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." Dean exasperated. I could tell this wasn't going to end well. 

"Sammy what Dee is trying to-" I tried to reason with them but was immediately cut off by Sam.

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her." I sighed knowing I couldn't do anything. Maybe it would be better for them to talk it out. 

Dean glanced outside while Sam continued "But we still haven't found a damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." 

I looked back and forth between Sam and Dean, "Uh oh. This isn't going the way I thought it would. But I should've known better. It's Sam and Dean we´re talking about." I thought 

"We save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean pointed out. Sam scoffed at Dean's statement but knew it was true. The tension was so thick I could have cut it with a knife. Things were escalating too fast and I didn’t know what to say. 

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam carried on and I gasped, eyes wide open. I couldn't believe Sam said that. I hurriedly turned to Dean knowing Sammy had taken things too far. 

Dean rolled his eyes and slammed the door open walking outside Sam followed suit leaving me in the hallway. 

I sighed. After knowing them for years I knew it was better to just let them run their course than to try and get them to say sorry to one another. This is better than the alternative, which would be them not talking to each other at all. At least they're talking again. 

With that last thought, I rushed up the flight of stairs leading to the car park. Right behind Sam "The weapon training, and melting silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." Sammy said while we were walking toward Baby. 

I walked slightly behind them slowing down my speed. Although John took me in, raised me, and changed my name, I could never truly understand what they were going through. Unlike Sam and Dean, both my parents were still alive to raise me and give me a somewhat of a normal childhood. I was old enough to remember bits and pieces of them but Sammy, was only a baby when Mary died. All I knew was I wanted to understand what they were feeling, and the pain they were going through, I wanted to take away all the pain, hurt, and suffering. 

"So what are you going to do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean said, snapping me out of my thoughts and stopping by Baby. 

"No. Not normal. Safe." Sam emphasized, correcting Dean. 

"And that's why you ran away." Dean scoffed, looking away from Sammy. I knew why he turned away from Sam. When Sammy ran away it hurt Dean more than anything. I knew how much it hurt him, hurt me. He felt like he had to be strong for us but I knew better. 

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone and that's what I'm doing." Sam explained while I went to Dean. Wrapping my arms around his waist. 

"Yeah, well, Dad´s in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean said hurt and pain laced in his voice. Sam was silent not knowing what to say.

I hated seeing him like this. It hurt but I knew that Dean was hurting far more than I could ever understand. All I knew was that I wanted to take away the pain. Let me carry his burden. I placed my head on him and that's when I felt a stinging pain in my chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My heart clenched, my chest felt heavy and tears pricked my eyes. 

"I can't do this alone." Dean insisted, trying to convince Sammy to join us. 

"Yes, you can," Sam uttered knowing full well that Dean and I wouldn't have a problem doing this on our own. 

Dean glanced down to face me. I raised my head to face and reassure him that he was doing the right thing. 

He turned and lifted his head away from me. "Yeah, well, I don't want to." I knew the real reason Dean came to ask Sammy for help. He wanted us to be a family again. He wanted to fix everything. 

I pulled away slightly from Dean. I turned my head to properly look at Sam. "We can't do this alone Sammy." I stared directly into his eyes giving him the look. Sammy may have mastered how to do the puppy dog eyes but I invented it. 

He sighed and averted his eyes. Knowing that if he looked up he would have no choice but to accept. He kept his eyes on the ground, thinking and analyzing his options when he finally looked up "What was he hunting?" He said, giving us his answer. 

I unwrapped myself from Dean. He turns to open Baby's trunk and props the compartment with a shotgun. 

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean said, talking to himself. I sat my right thigh on Baby to help Dean look through the clutter in the trunk. Knowing full well he would never find it by himself.

"So when Dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asked. 

"We were working our own gig. This uh voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Dean explained simply.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam questioned not believing Dean 

Dean stopped for a moment to look at Sam "I'm twenty-six, dude." Dean reminded Sam.

Still rummaging through the clutter I chuckle at their conversation. "Well, he wasn't completely alone," I added with a small smile on my face. 

Finally finding the pieces of paper I passed them over to Dean. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California about a month ago, this guy." Dean said while handing an article from the Jericho Herald to Sam "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." He continued to explain. 

Looking at the paper "So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam rationalized. 

"That's what I thought too but.."I said 

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." He finished my sentence while tossing down another article for each date he mentions. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them all over the past twenty years." He said while taking back the article from Sam and picking up the rest of the stack then putting them back into the folder. 

"All men, all the same, five-mile stretch of road." He said while pulling out another bag. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough." He grabbed a handheld tape recorder "Then we get this voicemail yesterday." 

Dean pressed play. The recording was staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up. "Dean...Nicole...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may...be very careful, Dean, Nicole. We're all in danger." Dean stopped the recording. 

That was the last we heard from Dad and I couldn't help but feel worried. I hopped off from where I was seated and moved closer to Dean. I leaned against him, closing my eyes, wanting to feel some form of security. He put his arms around my shoulders pulling me closer. I knew he could feel my anxiety and he wanted to comfort me. I melted into his arms, and I inhaled his scent calming me. 

What felt like years was truly only a matter of seconds. When I pulled my head out of Dean's chest I looked to see Sammy fidgeting and staring at us. I was expecting that. Dean and I had only gotten together when Sammy left us. He knew I liked Dean even before we had gotten together but this was his first time seeing us together. I stayed in contact with Sammy even after he left for college. So it wasn't like I hadn't mentioned to him that Dean and I got together but I suppose seeing your "siblings" in a relationship would be odd to anyone. 

Sam cleared his throat "You know there's EVP on that." He continued. 

 "Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" He said while Sammy shook his head. "All right. I slowed the message down, and I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." As he said that he started to play the recording again. 

"I can never go home..." 

I shifted closer to Dean feeling uneasy "Ugh it still gives me the creeps." I whispered. 

"Never go home," Sam repeated the woman's words thinking it over. 

Dean dropped the recorder, put down the shotgun, and shut the trunk "You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." He said while leaning against the trunk. 

Sam turned his head away from us "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." He sighed, looking back at us. 

Dean nodded in acknowledgment "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here" Sam said, turning to go back to the apartment. 

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked, making Sam turn back to face us. 

He hesitated before answering "I have this...I have an interview." He explained. 

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean said nonchalantly. 

My eyes widened in shock at Dean's suggestion. "Dean!" I whispered angrily at him, smacking his chest. I couldn't believe my ears. How could he say that? 

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam clarified with a slight hostility in his voice and a stony expression on his face. 

"Law school?" Dean questioned with a smirk on his face 

"So we got a deal or not?" Sam said firmly.

Dean was silent. My eyes shifted between them "Don't worry Sammy. You'll be back in time for your interview. I'll make sure of it, you have my word." I said seeing as Dean was obviously not going to answer. 

Sam nodded his head wordless. Walking off, heading back to his apartment. Once he was out of sight, I snapped my neck at Dean, smacking his shoulder this time "How could you say that!? This is why I didn't want to ask Sammy for help in the first place. Dean, Sammy has a safe and stable life and I didn't want to drag him back into this life! Do you-" I stopped halfway through my rant when I saw the look on Dean's face. At that moment all the anger I had dissipated  

I stood off, getting up from the trunk of the Impala. I stood in front of Dean, placing myself between his thighs. I laid both my hands on his face, gently turned his head to face me, and caressed his cheeks with my thumbs. 

I wrapped my hands around his neck and he wrapped his hands on my waist, holding me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder nuzzling him, "I'm sorry." I breathed apologetically. In my shock and anger, I didn't even consider Dean's feelings. 

After staying like that for a couple more minutes, I pulled away to look at his face and planted a kiss on the side of his face. 

"It's okay sweetheart." He smiled as he patted my head. 

I moved out of his thighs, situated myself on his lap, and placed my legs on either side of his. I slouched into him and wrapped my arms and legs around his waist as tightly as I could. 

"Woah!" Dean said in shock as he placed his hands on my rump. 

I nuzzled and pouted into his chest. "Okay, what's wrong sweetheart?" Dean questioned with a soft and gentle voice. 

Lifting my head up, I propped my chin on his chest, still pouting "I don't have a good feeling about this." I mumbled feeling helpless.

"Baby, you gotta do better than that," Dean remarked 

I groaned and sunk back into his chest "Ah ont abe a hood beeling bout is" I said again but this time my voice was muffled by his shirt. 

He gave a long and deep sigh "Baby, I ain't gonna know the problem if you don't start talkin’." He said.

I knew I was going to have to tell him at some point. I sighed leaving the confines of his chest. Still pouting, I turned to face him. "What's wrong babydoll?" He asked me with a hint of pain in his eyes. Dean and I always had a weird connection, to say the least. It was as if we could understand and feel each other on a deeper level. 

I took one of his hands and placed it on my cheek and nuzzled it wanting his touch and the comfort he brought me. As if he understood what I wanted he started to stroke my cheek. I closed my eyes, relishing in his touch. 

Once I was calmer, I opened my eyes "I don't have a good feeling about this." I exhaled 

"Sweetheart-" I cut him off "I just don't know how to explain it. My tum-tum hurts, my heart feels heavy, I always feel cold, my palms are sweaty, I can't think straight and I think it all has to do with Sammy but I didn't, no, I couldn't tell you. I knew how much you missed Sammy, I mean I missed him too, but not more than you did. What if something goes wrong? What if Sammy gets hurt? I'm just worried sick and everything sucks!" I ranted all in one breath and flopped into Dean's arms. 

Cradling me in his arms, "You feel better now sweetheart?" He asked while I nodded solemnly in his neck.

"You trust me right, sweetheart?" He whispered. 

I jolted in surprise, taking my head out of his neck and looking at him with widened eyes, "Of course! Don't even joke about that, not ever ever ever. Don't even think about it. I trust you with my life, heart, and soul." I blurted out 

"Then trust me on this, sweetheart. Everything will be fine, okay?" He said with a strong voice and sincerity in his eyes. 

"Let’s go wait inside Baby." He suggested as he patted my tush. After getting off of his lap, Dean headed back inside Baby. 

I looked back at Sammy's apartment. I thought that maybe after telling Dean everything I would feel better or calmer but his comforting words haven't helped me at all. I still couldn't help but get a feeling that something bad was going to happen. Deciding to bury my worries and trust Dean. I just hope it's enough to convince both of us. I started to walk to the Impalas doors when I felt a pair of eyes on my back and a shiver went down my spine. I snapped my head back only to see nothing behind me. 

I looked around my surroundings one more time before heading inside the back seat of the Impala.

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Prologue

Pairing: Dean x OC

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Not much just normal Supernatural stuff, Death, Blood, mostly it

Authors note: I don’t own Supernatural only my OC’s. Also Still very much new to do this. Hope you enjoy it.

                        3rd POV

 Lawrence, Kansas 

November 2, 1983

Earlier today

"Are you sure you can take care of our baby girl?" asked Emilia with concern, lacing her voice.

"We know you already have two boys to take care of, we wouldn't want to be a burden. " Vlad added. 

Emilia nodded in agreement. Vlad and Emilia Carter were next-door neighbors to the Winchester. Since their baby girl had been born they had little time to themselves.

The Carters, though hesitant, decided they needed a break. After much thought and consideration, they agreed that leaving their daughter with the Winchesters would be for the best. 

The Carters were leaving for the day and were having a hard time leaving their baby daughter for the first time.

"You know what? Vlad and I don't need this break after all, so if you give Nikki-" Emilia started nervously, pushing past them to get to Nicole, only to get cut off by Mary grabbing her arm before she can enter the house.

"Yes, you do Em. I understand how hard it is to leave your baby for the first time, especially for first-time parents." Mary said, clasping her by her shoulders, trying to calm and reassure her.

Vlad runs his fingers through his hair. "Honey, as much as I hate to say it, we need this break," he said, defeat and fatigue evident in his voice. Trying to soothe his wife as best he can.

Emilia, still hesitant and worried to leave, decided to try to reason with them again.

"B-b-but what if-" Emilia began, squirming.

"Emilia, Mary, and I got it covered. Just spend the rest of the day relaxing with Vlad." John interjected.

Emilia knew she could trust the Winchesters; she had no reason not to trust them. From the moment she met the Winchesters she realized their fates would forever be intertwined. It was destiny.

But she had a gut feeling. It’s how she knew right from wrong. Especially today she just couldn't help but feel that something was off.

There was something different today. She just knew it. It was why she was so hesitant to leave. Whether it was the nagging voice in her head or her aching stomach, she knew several things would go disastrously wrong if she left.

After further convincing, against Emilia's better judgment, she ultimately gave in and left with Vlad for the rest of the day. Deciding to try and ignore the sinking feeling in her gut for the rest of the day. 

Later that night

Mary walked into the nursery holding Dean in her arms. 

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother and little Nikki," She said and turned on the lights as she entered the room.

She sets Dean down, letting him walk over to the crib with Sammy and Nikki sleeping inside. Leaning over the side of the crib, she kissed Sammy and Nicole on their foreheads. 

" 'Night Sam, 'night Nikki." 

"Good night, love. Sweet dreams Nikki." Mary said, leaning over the crib as she wished the babies good night. Caressing their hair she kisses their foreheads.

"Hey, Dean."

Turning around, Dean saw his father in front of the doorway. Rushing to him he jumped into his arms. 

"Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy." Scooping him up he looked at Dean and smiled. 

"So what do you think? You think Sammy and Nikki are ready to toss around a football yet?" John questioned his eldest.

Shaking his head 'No' he answered "No, daddy and Nikki's a girl she can't play football."

John chuckled "No?" He responded while smiling once again at Dean. 

Mary moved past her husband and son to exit the room. She turned and asked her husband, "You got him?"

"I got him." He said with a confident smile. Pulling Dean closer to his chest he bids the babies good night. "Sweet dreams." 

 Carrying Dean out of the nursery, he turned off the lights on his way out.

Sam and Nicole watched them exit the room from the crib which they shared. 

Even later into the night

Hearing strange noises coming from the baby monitor, Mary woke up to check on the babies. Turning on the lights on the nightstand she calls her husband.

"John?" Turning her body to the side she realized that he wasn't in the bed. Wondering where he was, she got up from the bed. 

Walking down the hall to the nursery she stopped in the hallway and saw John’s silhouette standing over the crib.

"John? Are they hungry?" She questioned. 

Turning his head the only response she got was "Shhh." 

"All right." 

Continuing to walk down the hallway, she noticed that the light by the stairs was flickering. She tapped the light till it steadied.

"Hmm." A sound of confusion escaped her lips. 

Noticing more flickering lights coming from downstairs. She went down to investigate. 

She caught a glimpse of the TV still on with John soundly sleeping on the couch. John sleeping on the couch. John was on the couch. If John was here, who was- Realization suddenly hitting her she rushed back upstairs. 

"Sammy! Nicole!" She said worry etched in her voice. 

She bursted into the nursery and was stopped short.

In the living room

Hearing the scream of his wife from upstairs, John was startled awake. 

"Mary?" Questioning himself. Wondering if it was the voice of his wife he heard.

Still not fully awake he scrambled to get out of his chair. His only priority and main concern now was his wife. 

"Mary!" Calling out again for his wife. He was worried for her safety.

He ran up the stairs to the nursery where he heard the noise coming from and burst through the closed doors of the nursery.

"Mary?" He once again called for his wife. Fear and concern seeped into John’s chest. 

The room was silent and appeared empty. Except for the two awake babies left in the crib. Glancing around the room. John pushed down the side of Sam's crib to check on the babies. 

"Hey, you two okay?" Asking the babies even though they obviously couldn't respond to his question. 

Some dark liquid dripped from the ceiling next to Sam. John touched the liquid, inspecting it. Then two more drops land on the back of his hand, catching his attention.

He looked above him to see the source of the dripping. Looking up he saw Mary sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her once pink nightgown stained red with blood. The corpse of his wife staring blankly at him. John struggled to breathe. He collapsed onto the floor, staring up at Mary. 

"NO! MARY!!" He screamed in disbelief. Needing this all to be a nightmare. Needing to wake up from this nightmare and be in bed next to his wife. Needing her love and comfort.

Suddenly, Mary bursts into flames. The fire spreads over the ceiling. John stared at the ceiling, frozen. Unable to think. Unable to breathe. Unable to speak. 

"WAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 

That sound. The sound of their wails. It broke John out of his daze. Remembering he wasn't alone he got up and immediately scooped Sam out of the crib. Rushing out of the room into the hallway.

Dean heard the commotion coming from outside his room. He went into the hallway to go and investigate.

"Daddy!" Raised his voice over the noise of the commotion. 

John, seeing his eldest, shoves Sam into his arms.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" 

Hearing his father's order he turned and ran.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Hearing the cries of Nicole he goes back inside the nursery. 

"Mary! Nicole!" Looking for both his wife and his best friend's child.

Barely able to see anything. His wife disappeared in the flames. He found the whimpering baby and scooped her up. He ran out of the room consumed by flames, knowing he wouldn't be able to save his wife. 

Outside

Dean ran outside with Sammy still in his arms. 

"It's okay, Sammy." Trying to comfort both the baby and himself.

Dean turned to look up at Sammy's window. A golden blaze emits from the room that was once the nursery. 

John exited from the burning building with baby Nicole tucked away in his arms. Running, he scooped up Dean holding him in one arm and Nicole on the other. Carrying them away. 

“I’ve got you." He said as fire explodes from Sam's nursery window.

*Further into the night* 

The Carters came from their relaxing day. Vlad backed the car back into the driveway. Still in the car, Emilia faced her husband.

"I'm sorry, you were completely right Vlad. We needed that." Emilia finally admitted. 

"When have I ever been wrong sweetie," Vlad replied cockily. 

"Love, don't even get me started on-" Emilia stopped midway through her sentence. Glancing past Vlad's shoulder looking through the window beside him. 

She saw the Lawrence fire department?

"Sweetie? What is it?" Vlad questioned his wife. Noticing she stopped mid-sentence. Turning behind him to look outside the window to see what his wife was staring at.

"Vlad, honey, is that the Lawrence fire department outside the Winchester's house?" Realization hits both of them. They rushed out of the car and onto Winchester's lawn. 

Emilia trying to walk onto the lawn was stopped by the police.

"Stay back. You have to stay back." Ordered the officer. 

"STAY BACK!?! THIS IS MY BEST FRIENDS HOME! Oh my god..." She suddenly remembered that they had left Nicole with the Winchesters. 

Once she finally comprehended that she turned to her husband. "VLAD! VLAD! NICOLE SHE-SHE-SHE" Not being able to finish her sentence. 

Vlad understood his wife's worries and concerns. He pulled her into his arms. Hugging her close. Letting her sob into his chest. Trying to calm himself down as well. 

"Officer, could you please tell us where we could find the Winchesters and if there were any deaths," Vlad asked with a stone-cold face keeping in all his emotions. 

"Right over there." The officer pointed across the street from the house. Where they saw John and Dean perched on the impala.  

Rushing over to the Winchesters. Emilia reached them first. 

"Where is my baby girl!" Distress was written all over her face. 

John passed Nicole over to Emilia. While still holding Sam in his other arm. 

Feeling relief wash over her shoulders she held her baby close. Vlad finally caught up to his wife. He held her and the baby close. Letting all the emotions that he held inside out. 

Looking around, Emilia noticed something missing, or rather someone. "John, where's Mary?" Feeling the tension rise again when she doesn't get an immediate response. 

"John, where's Mary?!" Asking with a bit more force this time. When she didn't get a reply she knew had gotten her answer. 

Turning to her husband she fell into his embrace. Sobbing for the friend she had lost. Weeping for Sam and Dean who had lost their mother. For John who had lost his wife and most of all regret. Regret for not following her instinct, for not following her gut feeling had she done that maybe things would have been different. 

They all looked up to see the remnants of the fire. Watching it die down. While the fire burning in their hearts grew stronger.  

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Prologue : 1.8k 

Chapter 1 Pilot Part 1 : 5.4k 

Chapter 2 Pilot Part 2: 6.1k 

Chapter 3 Pilot Part 3: 3.9k 

Chapter 4 Wendigo Part 1: 6.4k 

Chapter 5 Wendigo Part 2: 9.8k

Chapter 6 Dead in the water Part 1: 3.4k

Chapter 7 Dead in the water Part 2: 1.8k

Chapter 8 Dead in the water Part 3: 2k 

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Summary: Nicole Winchester formerly known as Nicole Carter grew up and was raised in the ways of the hunter. Her parents had died when she was only a child. John adopted Nicole shortly after and grew up with the Winchester boys. Everything was a routine for her. Hunt, eat, sleep and repeat the cycle. After a hunt with her boyfriend Dean her father goes missing. They go to their brother Sam for help. Now it's up to Nicole, Sam, and Dean to save their father but can they make it in time? Now the three have to pick up where their father left off. Saving people and hunting things. A storm is coming and the three of them are right in the middle of it. Along the way, Nicole and Dean face trials and obstacles in their relationship. Throughout their journey, they learn things they didn't know before. 

I don't own supernatural I only own my OC's. (Dean x Fem!OC) Most of it will be in Nicoles' POV unless stated otherwise.

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