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Season 1, Episode 18 - Something Wicked

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Third Person POV

"Yeah. Because you guys probably missed something, that's what" Dean says to Sam and Y/N, discussing a possible case as he drives down the empty road. Sam riding shotgun while Y/N lounges in that back. "Dude, we ran LexisNexis, local police records, newspapers. Couldn't find a single red flag" Sam explains to him defensively. "Are you sure you got the coordinates right?" Y/N pipes up from the back, leaning forward in between the boys.

"Yeah. I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. F/N wouldn't have sent coordinates if it wasn't important, guys" Dean assures them. Y/N sighs, leaning back, crossing her arms over her chest as she worries about her father and John. "Well I'm telling you? We looked. All we found was a big, steamy pile of nothing. If Dad and John are sending us to hunt for something, I don't know what" Y/N says defensively.

"Well maybe they'll meet us there" Dean says. Sam chuckles humorlessly as Y/N scoffs. "Yeah. Cuz they've been so easy to find up to this point" Sam says sarcastically. "You two are real smartasses, you know that?" Dean retorts at them. The younger hunters just shake their heads in annoyance. "Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing" Dean assures them.

"Yeah? What makes you so sure?" Y/N asks him. "Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right" He counters, flashing her a wink in the rearview mirror. "No, it doesn't" Sam scoffs. "It totally does" Dean gives them a cheeky smile. "Dean, you're the most childish of the three of us" Y/N says dryly, Sam nods in agreement as Dean chuckles at her point.

"I'm still older" Dean counters again. Sam and Y/N roll their eyes, not bothering to argue. "Whatever man" Sam waves it off as Dean smirks to himself, now passing the sign leading into Fitchburg, Wisconsin.

Fitchburg, Wisconsin

"Well" Y/N says, walking to the boys who're leaning on the Impala outside of a coffee shop. She hands them each a coffee as she continues. "The waitress thinks that the local Freemasons are up to something sneaky, but other than that, nobodys heard about anything weird going on" She informs them.

"Dean, you got the time?" Sam suddenly asks Dean. We look at him confused as he stares intently at the playground we're parked across from. "Ten after four" Dean responds after looking at his watch. "Why?" Y/N asks Sam. "What's wrong with this picture?" He nods towards the practically empty playground, only a few kids running around and it dawns on her.

"Schools out, isn't it?" Dean voices her thought. "Yeah" Sam responds. "So where is everybody?" I question. "This place should be crawling with kids right now" Sam says in agreement. Y/N and Dean decide to approach a mom sitting on the bench across from the monkey bars. "Sure is quiet out here" Dean says casually. The mom looks up at at, "Yeah, it's a shame." She says sorrowfully.

"Why's that?" Y/N asks curiously. "You know, kids getting sick. It's a terrible thing" She says, me and Dean share a look at this. "How many?" Dean asks. "Just five or six, but serious. Hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching" She informs them. "Hmm" Y/N responds, her mind racing about these kids getting sick.

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Y/N's POV

Later, the boys and I are walking into the hospital, dressed in our formal wear. The boys in their suit and ties while I'm in my white blouse, black blazer and pencil skirt. My hair neatly pinned back, opposed to its usual state. "Guys, Im not using this ID" Sam complains, holding up his fake ID to us.

"Why not?" Dean asks him. "Because it says 'bikini inspector' on it" Sam argues and I bite back a snicker. "Don't worry. She won't look that close" I assure him. "Hell, she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence, Sammy" Dean adds as we walk down the hall, towards the reception desk.

Dean then turns him quickly to face the receptionist. We walk up a bit further, where we can hear them still. "I think she's gonna ask you know" I whisper to Dean. "I'm counting on it" Dean whispers back, a mischievous smirk on his face. I chuckle softly, shaking my head. Sam had a bit of a panicked look on his face but quickly recover. "Hi. I'm Doctor Jerry Kaplan, Center for Disease Control" Sam says professionally.

"Can I see some ID?" The receptionist asks. Me and Dean are listening from not too far and snort in amusement, sharing looks as we hold back our laughs. Sam turns back to glare at us lightly, before turning back to the receptionist and giving her a smug look, going into his jacket back. "Yeah, of course" He says, planting a fake smile on his face. He then shows her the ID quickly.

"Now, could you direct me to the pediatrics ward, please?" He asks him. "Okay, well just go down the hall. Turn left. Up the stairs" She says, Sam gives her a grateful smile before walking back to us. His smile dropping to an angry glare in me and Deans direction. "See? Told you it'd work" Dean says playfully. Sam rolls his eyes as I snicker. "Follow me, it's upstairs" Sam tells us, ushering us upstairs.

While walking upstairs, Sam is ahead of us. Me and Dean notice an old woman with gray hair in a room, sitting on her wheelchair. Her back to us. She slowly turns her head to us, a grim look on her face. My breath hitches when I notice a cross turnt upside down on the wall above her.

I nudge Dean lightly and gesture to it. His eyebrows raised at this, while the woman gives us a cold murderous look. "Dean. Y/N." Sam calls out to us, our gazes snapping back to him. He's a few feet away from us and he gesture for us to catch up with him. We share a look before following behind Sam.

We finally met up with the doctor in charge of the Peds ward. "Thanks for seeing us, Dr. Heidecker" I thank the doctor sweetly. "Well, I'm just glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself" Dr. Heidecker says. "How'd you find out anyway?" He asks us curiously. "Oh, some G.P. I forget his name. He called Atlanta and must've beat you to the punch" Dean lies casually.

"So you say you've got six cases so far?" Sam asks him as we walk to the room where their quarantining the kids. "Yeah, yeah. Five weeks. At first, we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy" The doctor explains as I look at the sick children on the beds. Their eyes dark with circles, tubes in their noses to help them breathe, paler than snow. My heart aches at the sight.

"But now..." The doctor trails off. "Now what?" I ask him concerned. "The kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are wearing out" He explains. "Excuse me, Dr. Heidecker?" A nurse approach him as Sam asks.

"You ever seen anything like this before?" Sam asks as the nurse hands the doctor a clipboard. "Never this severe" Dr. Heidecker says sighing. "The way it spreads, that's a new one for me" The nurse says. "What do you mean?" I ask her. "It works it way through families, but only the children, one sibling after another" She further explains, the boys and I share a look before Dean turns to her.

"You mind if we interview a few of the kids?" He asks her. "They're not conscious" She sighs sadly, this shocks all of us. "None of them?" I ask surprised. "No" She says, shaking her head. "Can we, um. Can we talk to the parents?" Dean asks her. The doctor and nurse share a look, "If you think it'll help" Dr. Heidecker says. "Yeah, yeah. Who was your most recent admission?" I ask him.

"I should get back to my girls" The dad of two little girls says sadly as we attempt interview him. I give him a sympathetic nod with a small smile, taking a seat next to him as the boys stand infront of us. "We understand that, and we really appreciate you talking to us" I say calmly, offering him a kind smile.

"Now you say Mary is the oldest?" Sam asks him gently. "Thirteen" The man answers. "Okay. And she came down with it first, right? And then-" Sam asks him. "Bethany, the next night" The man answers, this shocks me again at the rapid spread-age. "Within 24 hours?" I ask him and he nods. "I guess" He shrugs before sighing.

"Look, I already went through all this with the doctor." The man begins to get a bit frustrated. "Right. Now, just a few more questions, if you don't mind" Dean attempts to reassure him. "How do you think they caught pneumonia? Were they out in the cold? Anything like that?" He asks the man but he shakes his head. "No, we think it was an open window" The man responds.

"Both times?" I ask him. He thinks for a bit before answering, "The first time, I don't really remember. But the second time, for sure. And I know I closed it before I put Bethany to bed." He says. "So you think she opened it?" Sam asks him, a bit confused.

"It's a second story window, no ledge. No one else could've" The man informs us. We nod and thank him for his time before leaving. "Thank you sir" I say sweetly, the boys following behind me.

"You know, this might not be anything supernatural. Might just be pneumonia" Sam suggests to us as we walk down the hall. "Maybe. Or maybe something open that window" Dean says. "I don't know fellas, the way these kids are getting sick so quickly. It's running through families and not by random. It's fishy" I say honestly. Dean agrees with me.

"Dad and F/N sent us down here for a reason. I think we're barking up the right tree" Dean says. "I'll tell you guys one thing" Sam says, we turn to him. "What?" Me and Dean ask in unison. "That guy we just talked to...I'm betting it'll be a while before he goes him" Sam says, a slight smirk on his face. We all share mischievous looks as Dean chuckles lightly.

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Later, after going through hospital records and getting the man's address, we're all in his daughters room, scanning and investigating. Sam with the black light, Dean and I with the EMF meters. "You two got anything over there?" Sam asks us as he scans the wall with the black light.

"No, nothing" I respond, slightly frustrated. "Nada" Dean responds. "Yeah, me neither" Sam sighs, equally frustrated. He then goes over to the window, scanning it. "Hey, Dean, Y/N?" He calls out to us. "Yeah?" We respond as he opens the window, looking down. "You guys were right. It's not pneumonia" Sam says, we take out EMFS off and walk to the window.

A handprint, that's literally rotted into the wood of the window sill. The fingers were abnormally long. "It's rotted" I point out, grimacing at we look down at it. "What the hell leaves a handprint like that?" Sam mutters. I notice a look of pain on Deans face when Sam says this, almost as if he's reminiscing on something.

Third Person POV

Flashback to the 80s'

In a dusty old motel room while waiting for his father and his fathers best friend/hunting partner, F/N L/N, to get ready to go on a hunt, a nine year old Dean Winchester is staring at a picture his father took on a hunt of a handprint, rotted into wood, the fingers abnormally long.

John and F/N step into the room. "Alright. You know the drill, Dean. Anybody calls, you don't pick up" John begins to list off the rules to his son, his tone a bit gruff. "If it's me or f/n. We'll ring once and then call back, you got that?" John reminds him as F/N rests his bag of weapons on the table.

"Mhm, don't answer the phone unless it rings once first" F/N instructs. "Mhm" Dean responds, nodding a bit lost in his mind. "Come on, son. Look alive this stuffs important" F/N urges him gently, patting him on the shoulder. Dean sighs. "I know, it's just. We've all gone over it, like, a million times, and you guys know I'm not stupid" He says.

"We know you're not, but it only takes one mistake. You got that?" John says, authority in his tone. All the young child could do is nod firmly at his father. F/N notices the way John is talking to Dean and felt a little bad. Getting down onto one knee to look at Dean, "Alright, if we're not back Sunday night-" He begins gently.

"Call Pastor Jim" Dean finishes his request. F/N gives him a proud smile, which Dean returns before patting him on the head. "Lock the door, the windows. Close the shades" John instructs Dean. "And most importantly?" He adds. "Watch out for Sammy and Y/N/N" Dean responds with a curt nod in understand.

He then turns to look at his little brother and y/n. The pair of best friends on the couch, watching Thundercats as they giggle, pointing at the old crummy screen. "I know" Dean nods. "Alright. Something tries to bust in?" F/N tests him.

"Shoot first, ask questions later" Dean answers. "That's my man" John says proudly, patting Dean on his shoulder. "Keep this with you." F/N digs into his bag to Dean a shotgun. "Only use it if necessary" F/N says sternly, pointing a finger at him in a fatherly way. Dean nods curtly. F/N then gets back up, following behind John.

The two vet hunters lock the door behind them and Dean turns the locks. He then looks over at Sam and Y/N who have goofy grins on their faces. He smiles at them slightly, knowing that if Y/N wasn't here, a smile wasn't sure to be on Sam's face as he was always a quiet kid.

But whenever his Dad and F/N went on hunts together and Y/N was around. Somehow with her ray of sunshine ass, she would make the boys happier. Whether it's by cracking a stupid joke or just being herself.

Present Time

"You okay, charming?" Y/N's gentle concerned tone snaps Dean out of his reminiscing. The pained look in Deans face concerned her. She placed a hand on his shoulder, comfortingly. This breaks him out of his train of thoughts, coming back to reality as he just relived that memory. He nods before saying, "I think why they sent us here" He says, a conflicted look on his face.

Y/N and Sam look at him confused. His nerves start to flare when he turns to them. "They've faced this thing before. And they want us to finish the job" Dean gulps as he says this, then after he explains to them what exactly they're dealing with.

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The three hunters pull into the '2400 Court Motel', Dean drives in and parks in the closest spot to the office. "So what the hell is a Shtriga?" Y/N asks Dean as they all jump off of the car, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "It's kind of like a witch, I think. They don't know that much about them" Dean says, going to the trunk to open it.

"Well I've never heard of it, neither has Y/N and it's not in Dads journal" Sam says. "Dad and F/N hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin about 16, 17 years ago." Dean informs them as he packs some stuff into his bag and zips it up. Y/N crosses her arms over her chest as she listens. "You guys were there. You don't remember?" Dean asks them.

"No" they respond in unison, shaking their heads. "I guess they caught wind of things in Fitchburg now, and kicked us the coordinates" Dean mumbles. "Wait, so this..." Sam begins, forgetting how to pronounce the creature's name. "Shtriga" Y/N answers. "Right. You think it's the same one they hunted before?" Sam asks him. Dean closes the trunk after taking out his bag. "Yeah, maybe" He says, walking to the room.

Y/N and Sam follow behind. "But if Dad and John went after it, why is it still breathing air?" Y/N asks Dean, knowing that John and her dad would never leave a hunt unfinished. "Because it got away" He simply answers. "Got away?" Sam says shocked. "Yeah, Sammy. It happens" Dean turns to them.

"Not very often" Y/N remarks. "Well I don't know what to tell you. Maybe Dad didn't have his Wheaties and F/N didn't take a smoke that morning" Dean says jokingly, Y/N snorts at the joke slightly but narrows her eyes at him. His defense behavior sending off red flags in her head. He knows more that he's letting on and he can't hide that from her.

"What else do you remember?" She asks him suspiciously. "Nothing. I was a kid, alright?" He says defensively, opening the door and walking in. Sam and Y/N share a look, "He's a terrible liar" Sam comments, shaking his head as he leans against the Impala. "No kidding" Y/N snorts dryly, leaning next to Sam.

She pulls out her pack of cigarettes from her jacket, taking one out and bringing it to her lips. Then digging into her pocket for her lighter. She flicks the lighter, inhaling the smoke into her lungs through her mouth and out her nose. A feeling and sensation of calmness engulfing her as the nicotine enters her bloodstream, the taste of tobacco staining her tongue.

She notices Sam's stare at her actions, "Want a pull, Sammy?" She jokes, he smiles chuckling. He contemplates for a second, "Why the hell not?" He shrugs, taking the cancer stick from between her fingers. He brings it to his lips, taking a pull. The smoke gets caught in his throat, causing him cough a bit as he exhales due to the fact that he practically never smokes unless he's drunk.

She snickers at her best friend as he coughs, his face turning red as she pats and rubs his back. Catching his breath, he hands her back the roll. "Note to self, only offer you when you're drunk" Y/N chuckles as Sam catches his breath. "Shut up" He grumbles, a bit embarrassed, but the two laugh about it.

Dean rings the bell at the counter and out comes a young boy, no older than 10 comes out and leans on the counter. "King or queens?" He asks Dean. "Three queens" Dean responds with a smile. The little boy looks out at Sam and Y/N, Sam coughing up a lung and Y/N rubbing his back as he coughs the smoke out.

"Yeah, I bet" The boy scoffs lightly, mumbling to himself. "What'd you say?" Dean realizes the kid was mumbling, getting defensive. "Nice car" The kid covers up his insult as the door opens, a woman walking in with a stack of papers. "Hi" She greets Dean. "Hi" Dean responds. "Checking in?" The woman, Joanna, asks him kindly.

"Yeah" Dean answers. Joanna smiles and then turns to the young boy, "Uh, do me a favor. Go get your brother some dinner" She tells the boy, now indicating it's her son. "I'm helping a guest" The boy says defensively. Dean smirks at the kid as his mother gives him a typical, 'Do what I said' look. "Three queens" The boy says bitterly, walking off as Dean chuckles.

"Funny kid" Dean says. "Oh, yeah. He thinks so" She chuckles as she sorts a room for them. "Will that be cash or credit?" She asks. "Do you take Mastercard?" Dean asks her. "Mmhm" she responds. "Perfect. Here you go" Dean places the card on the table as she hands him the clipboard to sign in.

He then looks over at the young boy and his little brother. The boy begins to pour some milk into a glass for his brother, this takes Dean back to an old memory of his.

Flashback to the 80s'

Dean pours two glasses of milk, handing one to little Sammy and little y/n/n. She takes the glass into her tiny hands, holding it between both her palms, taking a sip along with Sam before innocently asking. "When's daddy and Mr. Winchester gonna get back?". Dean gives her his usual answer as he goes to the stove, grabbing the pan of Scabetti Ohs, "Tomorrow" He tells her. "When?" Sam presses.

"I don't know. They usually come in late, though. Eat your dinner" Dean says as he pours some of the spaghetti into Sam's bowl and then Y/N's. "Thank you, Dean" She thanks him softly, smiling. He returns the smile, "You're welcome" He responds softly. "I'm sick of scabetti ohs" Sam groans as Y/N happily eats up her dinner. "Well, you're the one who wanted them" Dean says a bit frustrated.

"I want Lucky Charms" Sam argues. "There's no more Lucky Charms" Dean lies. "I saw the box" Sam points out. Dean rolls his eyes. "Okay, maybe there is. But there's only enough left for one bowl, and I haven't had any yet" Dean argues. Y/N takes in the banter between the two brothers as she chews contently at her food.

Feeling bad, knowing that Dean probably hadn't eaten all day but won't want to eat the spaghetti. Sam gives his brother his classic puppy dog eyes, the one he uses to get out of any situation or to get his way. Dean sighs and goes to take the bowl of scabetti ohs to throw them away. "Don't throw it away. I'll eat it" Y/N stops him.

He nods, taking up a spoon and gently putting it in her bowl. She mumbles a slight thank you, her head buried in her bowl as she eats before Dean gets the Lucky Charms from the cupboard and a bowl. Resting it harshly down on the table between the two kids, Y/N jumps slightly at the impact, not expecting him to rest it down so hard.

"I'm sorry princess, I didn't mean to scare you" Dean mumbles softly, his tone apologetic. "It's fine, charming" She assured him, a slight blush raising to her chubby cheeks at the nickname Dean has always called her by. Sam picks up the cereal box and reaches into it, taking out the toy, "Do you want the prize?" He smiles innocently, handing his older brother the toy.

After a few hours, Sam is already asleep but Y/N was getting restless, she decides to ask Dean if it's okay for her to go to the vending machine and get a soda. "Hey Dean?" She calls for his attention, Dean turns his head from the couch where his eyes was focused on the tv. "What're you doing up? Go to bed" He orders her gently.

"Can I go for a soda? I know it's late but I can't get much sleep" She says sweetly, hoping she could persuade him. He sighs, narrowing his eyes at her. "It's late, y/n/n" He says firmly, but she pouts, mustering up her puppy dog eyes that she thought Sam to perfect. He shakes his head and gives in,

"Okay okay, just be quick." He instructs her. She smiles widely, cheering. "Yayy! Thank you. I'll be quick" She assured him, grabbing her coat and her 10 dollar bill her dad left her incase, walking out of the room.

After about 15 minutes she got back, a bag in her hand with soda, snacks, Lucky Charms and milk. An excited Y/N closes the door behind her as a worried sick Dean who was pacing around the room whisper yells, "You said you were going to the vending machine!" He whisper yells. "Chill out dude. I got you something" She whispers back, pulling out the Lucky Charms from the plastic bag.

Dean is shocked when she does this, "I got this for you" She smiles, handing him the cereal. "You- what?" He's stunned, staring at the boc in his hand. "Dad leaves me a bit of cash sometimes, just incase we run out. I knew you probably didn't eat all day and wanted the cereal. So I went to the convenience store, which was right across the street next to the arcade before you yell at me, and got you the Lucky Charms" She explains, hoping he isn't mad.

The look in Deans eyes alone, it was almost as if he wanted to cry, the gesture of her just getting the cereal alone made his heart swell. Y/N was too kind and thoughtful to him and Sam. She was a kid herself but still made the best of any situation in anyway she can. He rests the cereal down and leans down to engulf her in a bear hug.

"Thank you, princess" He says gratefully. Her tiny arms wrap around his shoulders as she buries her face into his neck, squeezing him just as tightly. "You're welcome, charming" She says softly, when they let go of the hug, she gives him a toothy smile, her cheeks pink with blush.

"Shhh, don't tell Sammy" She whispers jokingly, putting a finger to her lips. She then puts out her pinky, gesturing for him to swear on it. "I won't" He whispers back, locking his pinky with hers, smiling widely.

Present Time

"Sir?" Joanna's voice snaps Dean out of his reminiscing. "I couldn't get you three queens. We only had two, would that be fine or would you like a room with two queens and separate single with one queen?" She asks him. His eyebrows shoot up at this, "Uh, two queens would be fine" He answers, clearing his throat.

Guess they're gonna have to rock paper scissors to see who gets a bed to themselves. But secretly Dean is hoping he has to share a bed with Y/N. Dean sighs, smirking to himself slightly as Joanna hands him the room key. "Thanks" He says before calling Sam and Y/N in.

"Bad news, someone's gonna have to share a bed" Dean tells them as they walk to the room. They groan in annoyance, "Couldn't you have gotten me a separate room?" Y/N grumbles. "Booked up" He lies, she narrows her eyes at him suspiciously but takes the bait. "Fine, Me and Y/N first and then winner against Dean" Sam puts up his fist to play rock paper scissors against Y/N.

"We're not kids, Sam" Y/N glares at him, he gives her a knowing look. She rolls her eyes and drops her bag, obliging, she puts her fist up. "God please, don't let me share a bed with Sam. He punches in his sleep" She grumbles to herself, causing the boys to laugh. "I do not!" Sam says defensively, she scoffs rolling her eyes.

"I've had black eyes to prove it. Multiple!" She retorts exasperatedly, pointing to her eye, making Dean snort and Sam chuckle. Dean silently prays that Y/N loses. Rock, Paper, Scissors SHOOT. Sam hits paper and Y/N hits rock. She groans in annoyance as Sam celebrates in victory. "Dammit!" She curses. Dean snickers as him and Sam now put their fists up. Rock, Paper, Scissors SHOOT.

Sam hits rock as Dean hits scissors, purposely. "Dean, always with the scissors!" Sam exclaims triumphantly, taking the keys from Dean to open the door. "Guess it's me and you tonight princess" Dean grins at her widely, wiggling his eyebrows at her. He rests an arm around her shoulder as they walk into the room, Sam rests his bag on the bed, arms wide, plopping belly first onto it.

"Don't get any ideas, Winchester. I'll neuter you in your sleep" She joke threatens, pushing him away lightly and his arm off her shoulder. He erupts in laughter at her empty threat. She walks over to their bed and sits on the edge of it, resting her bag on the ground. Sam then opens up his laptop to begin his research along with Y/N taking out hers to get started.

A little later, Sam is nose deep in research about Shritgas, Y/N is falling asleep on herself with a book in her hand on the bed while Dean is making coffee for them. "Well, you were right" Sam says to Dean. Y/N jumps up slightly, the book falling out of her hand, causing the boys to chuckle, "Huh? What?" She says dazed with sleep, drool running down the side of her mouth.

She wipes it off with her sleeve, yawning. "Here. Caffeinate." Dean chuckles, handing her the cup of coffee. She mumbles a soft thank you, taking the warm cup between her palm to heat her body up a bit from the cold air in the chilly room. "What did you find?" She asks Sam, sipping the coffee. "It wasn't very easy to find, but Dean was right. A Shtriga is a kind of witch" He tells them.

"They're Albanian, but legends about them date back to Ancient Rome. They feed off of spiritus vitae" Sam explains, reading from the article on the laptop. "Spirit what?" Dean cocks his eyebrow in confusion. "Vitae. It's Latin. It translates to 'breath of life' " Y/N pipes up using her knowledge on languages, thanks to Bobby. "Yeah, that's right. Kind of like your life force or essence" Sam adds.

"Didn't the doctor say the kids bodies were wearing out?" Dean points out. Sam and Y/N agree. "It's a thought. You know? She takes your vitality, maybe your immunity goes to hell. Pneumonia takes hold" Y/N suggests, "Makes sense." Sam agrees, creasing his lips. "Anyways, Shtriga can feed off anyone. But they prefer-" Sam says.

"Children" Dean finishes his sentence for him. "Man that's just sick" Y/N grimaces in disgust. "Probably because they have stronger life force." Sam suggests. "And get this: Shtriga are invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and man" Sam tells them. "So how're we gonna kill the son of a bitch?" Y/N asks.

"That's not right. She's vulnerable when she feeds" Dean says, going into the bag next to Y/N. They look at Dean in confusion at this. "What?" Y/N asks him. "If you catch her while eating, you can blast her with consecrated wrought iron. Buckshots or rounds. I think." He explains to them, unzipping the bag to take out his Dads journal.

"How do you know that?" Sam asks him. "Dad told me. I remember" Dean lies, sitting at the table as he flips through the journal. Y/N picks up on this and cocks her eyebrow at his poor attempt of a coverup as she sips her coffee. Resting it down on the night stand, she asks. "Oh. So uh, anything else John or dad might've mentioned?" Y/N asks him suspiciously.

She leans back on the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as Sam looks at him unconvinced. "No. That's it" Dean says casually. Sam and Y/N share a look and Dean notices this. "What?" He asks them, feigning confusion. "Nothing" Sam dismissing, both him and Y/N shaking their heads. He sighs and closes the tab on the laptop, getting up.

"Okay, so assuming we can kill it when it eats, we still gotta find the thing first. Which ain't gonna be a cakewalk. Shtrigas take on a human disguise when they're not hunting" Sam says as he goes over to the coffee maker to pour some of his own. "What kind of human disguise?" Y/N asks him. "Historically, something innocuous. It could be anything, but it's usually a feeble old woman, which may be how the whole witches as old crimes legend got started" Sam explains.

Deans gaze snaps to Y/N when he says this, his mind going to the old woman they say in the hospital. Y/N's gaze snaps up from the paper she had in her hand of the victims addresses. They look at each other in realization, "Hang on. Take a look at this" Y/N says, getting up from the bed.

She hands Dean the paper. "Check this out. I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are the houses that have been hit so far. And dead center.." She points to the x's she marked on the map, corresponding to the houses of the victims.

"The hospital" Sam says. "The hospital. When we were there, me and Y/N saw a patient, an old woman" Dean points out as Y/N nods. Sam looks at the two, smirking a bit. "An old person, huh?" He asks them. "Yeah" They respond. "In the hospital?" He says in a tone of mock disbelief.

They look at him in annoyance, "Whoo, better call the coast guard" Sam says sarcastically in a mocking tone, chuckling. "Shut up dude!" Dean defends and Y/N rolls her eye. "Well listen, smartass. She had an inverted cross hanging on her wall" Y/N tells him, his smile fading. "Oh, now you're quiet wise ass" Dean rolls his eyes.

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The three hunters make their way down the hall to the old woman's room. "Goodnight Doctor Heidecker" They hear a nurse greet the doctor, backing into a corner quicker to conceal their presence. "See you tomorrow Betty." He greets her back with a smile. "Try to get some sleep" She says kindly as the victor makes his way past the hunters, not noticing them as their backs are turnt to him.

They make sure the coast is clear before walking back down the hall, toward the old woman's room. They approach room 237, Sam peering his head to look into the little glass opening on the door to make sure there's no one inside but the old woman. Dean and Y/N draw their guns, making sure it's loaded.

Cocking it, they give Sam a nod. Sam slowly opens the door, revealing the old woman in her wheelchair, her back facing them. They creep in lightly, making sure not to be too loud as Sam closes the door gently behind them. Dean and Y/N tiptoe up to the woman while Sam draws his gun. The woman looks to be asleep, so they lean in warily.

When suddenly, she turns her head to them in a rapid motion, "Who the hell are you?!" She yells. Scaring the crap out of all of them, Dean and Y/N jump back into the wall with the inverted cross in shock and fear. "Who's there?!" The woman yells. "You trying to steal my stuff?! They're always stealing around her" She grits her teeth angrily as Sam turns the light on.

"No, uh, ma'am. We're maintenance. We're sorry. We thought you were sleeping" Sam quickly lies, his tone shakily. Dean and Y/N try to catch their breaths. Running their hands over their faces. "Uh, nonsense. I was sleeping with my peepers open" The woman says cackling. "And fix that crucifix, would you?" She says bitterly.

Dean and Y/N's eyebrows cock at this, turning to look at the cross behind them. "I've asked four damn times already" She says angrily, Dean touches the cross and it instantly flips back over into place, dangling on the wall. Sam looks at the both of them in amusement at the situation that just occurred.

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The Impala pulls into the parking lot of the motel the next morning. Sam exits laughing as Dean and Y/N slam their doors annoyed. "I was sleeping with my peepers open?" Sam quotes the old woman's words, laughing hysterically. "Man, we almost smoked that old gal, I swear" Dean groans. "It's not funny" Y/N grumbles, embarrassed.

Sam still laughs as he opens the motel room door, "Oh man. You should've seen your faces" Sam cackles, wheezing in hysterics. "Oh yeah, laugh it up "We're back to square one" Y/N says as she rolls her eyes. Dean notices the young boy from the motel lobby, Joanne's son, sitting on a bench in the lot looking distraught.

"Hang on" He tells Sam and Y/N, walking over to the clearly worried kid. They follow behind him confused as he gets down, stooping to the boys level, Y/N notices the kid's worried expression and asks, "Hey, what's wrong hun?" She asks him gently. "My brothers sick" He tells them, his eyes watery and red from crying all night.

"The little guy?" Dean asks him shocked. The boy nods. "Pneumonia. He's in the hospital" He tells them, Deans face dropping. Y/N's heart sinks from hearing this. Sam gives the young boy a sympathetic look. "It's my fault" The boy says. "Oh, come on. How?" Dean asks him, feeling sorry for the kid that's blaming himself.

"I should've made sure the window was locked. He wouldn't have gotten pneumonia if the window was latched" The boy sniffles. This rings off bells in all of their heads. They all share a look of suspicion at this. "Listen to me. We can promise you that this isn't your fault sweetie. Okay?" Y/N assures the young boy gently, her tone soft.

He turns to her, teary eyed, "It's my job to look after him." The boy says firmly. Dean can't help but feel a sense of familiarity at the boy's protective nature, he nods understandably, knowing exactly how the boy was feeling. Sam and Y/N notice the look of recognition in Deans eyes.

Joanna exits the motel in a rush with a pillow, hospital bag and teddy bear in her hands "Michael" She calls out to her son. He instantly goes over to her as she opens the Jeep. "I want you to turn on the 'no vacancy' sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service. So don't bother with any of the rooms" Joanna instructs Michael. "I'm going with you" Michael insists

"Not now, Michael" Joanna says exasperated. "But I gotta see Asher" He pleads. "Hey, Michael" Dean cuts in. "Hey, I know how you feel, okay? I'm a big brother too...but you gotta go easy on your mom right now, okay?" Dean advices him gently. "Damn it!" Joanna curses as she drops her bag and keys.

"It's okay, I got it" Y/N says helpfully as she and Sam stoop down to pick up the bag and keys. "Here" Sam says, offering her a small smile, Y/N doing the same. "Thanks" She says gratefully, taking the items. Still shaken a bit by her tone. "Listen, you're in no condition to drive. Why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital?" Dean offers.

"No? I couldn't possibly-" She goes to deny, feeling bad but Dean cuts her off. "No, it's no trouble. I insist" Dean presses. She sighs, nodding as she hands him the keys to her Jeep. "Thanks" She says as Dean takes it before giving her son a kiss on the head. "Be good" She says to Michael, jumping into the passenger seat.

Dean closes the door for her before looking at Michael with sympathy, anguish in his eyes. "We're gonna kill this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?" He says firmly to Sam and Y/N before walking off to the drivers side, jumping in and driving off.

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Sam and Y/N are at the library doing research. Sam is deep in thought as Y/N chews on a granola bar. "This is some dark shit" She sighs as she skims through the dreadful articles. "You're telling me. The mind-fucking shit I'm reading right now. This thing is sick" Sam grimaces in disgust as he reads the research.

"Something's off about Dean, don't you think?" He says, making Y/N's gaze snap over to him from her computer. "Yeah, he's acting weird about this case. Weirder than usual" She says, swallowing the snack. "Maybe it's the kid. He did relate a lot to the fact about being a big brother also" She suggests, shrugging, though not convinced by her suggestion.

"Yeah...maybe" Sam sighs, typing in the computer. She frowns and then digs into her pocket for her phone, the bar in her mouth. She dials Deans number and puts it on speaker, scooting closer to Sam so he can hear. "Hey sweetheart" Dean answers softly. "Hey. How's the kid?" She responds in concern. "He's not good" He tells her, looking back at the sick kid in the hospital room where he's in.

"Where you at?" Dean asks her. "I'm at the library with Sam" She tells him. "Hey. We're trying to find out as much as we can about this Shtriga" Sam now speaks into the phone. "Yeah, what do you guys got?" He asks him. "Well, bad news. I started with- uh. Fort Douglas, around the time you said Dad and Mr. L/N was there" Sam begins to explains.

"And?" Dean asks. "Same deal. Before that, there was uh...There was Ogdenville. Before that, North Haverbrook and Brockway. Every 15 to 20 years it hits a new town" Y/N explains as she chews. "Dean, this thing is just getting started in Fitchburg. In all these other places, it goes on for months, dozens of kids before the Shtriga finally moves on. Kids just languish in comas and then they die" Sam says, his tone sad.

Y/N's heart hurts as they explain all of this to Dean. "How far back does this thing go?" Dean asks, just as hurt by the case. "We don't know. Earliest mention I could find was this place called Black River Falls back in the 1890's" Y/N says, squinting her eyes as she reads the article. "Talk about a horror show" She mumbles, clicking through the pictures of the article.

Sam sees a familiar face when she skips through the pictures of an article saying, 'Doctors Battle Mysterious Ailment'. "Whoa whoa, go back" He straightens himself from his seat. She does so, going back a couple pictures. "Right there" He points out, stopping her. "Holy fuck" Y/N gasps when her eyes land on the familiar face, her mouth agape. Her granola bar slips out of her hand and onto her lap as they stare at the picture.

"No fucking way" Sam gasps, just as shocked. "Sam? Y/N? What's wrong?" Dean asks them. "Hold on, we're looking at a photograph right now of a bunch of doctors standing around a kids bed. One of the doctors is Heidecker" Sam tells him, still in shock. "And?" Dean asks them. "And this picture was taken in 1893" Y/N says, realization dawning on Dean.

"You're sure?" Dean asks them. "Yeah. Yeah, absolutely sure" Sam says. Deans face is stoic as he hangs up the call, turning to the Dr. Heidecker behind him who's caressing Asher's head gently as a concerned Joanna looks on. Heidecker gets up, resting a hand comfortingly on Joanna's shoulder, Deans jaw clenching at the monster infront of him.

"Don't worry. Your sons in good hands. I'm gonna take care of him." Heidecker assures her. "So, what's the CDC come up with so far?" Heidecker asks Dean as he tries to not glare at him and pop him a bullet on sight. "We're still working on a few theories. You'll know something as soon as we do" Dean tells him, trying to remain calm.

"Well, nothings more important to me than these kids. Just let me know if I can help" Heidecker says, leaving the room. "I'll do that" Dean grumbles, clenching his jaw angrily.

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"We should've thought of this before. A doctors a perfect disguise. You're trusted. You can even control the whole thing" Sam rambles on about the Shtriga, the trio now back in the motel room. Dean grunts in anger, peeling off his jacket. "That son of a bitch" He growls. "Honestly I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there" Y/N says equally angry, shaking her head.

Dean scoffs, wiping the back of his neck with a towel, "Yeah well, first of all. I'm not gonna open fire in a frigging pediatrics ward" Dean says, tossing the towel aside. "Good call" Sam snorts. "Second, it wouldn't have done any good. This bastards bulletproof unless he's chowing down on something." He adds.

"And third, I wasn't packing, which probably is a really good thing because I probably would've just burned a clip in him off the principle alone" Dean says exasperated. "You're getting wise in your old age, Dean" Y/N commends jokingly. "Damn right" He smirks, flashing her a wink.

"Because now I know how we're gonna get it" He says confidently. The two look at him confused, "What do you mean?" Sam asks. "The Shtriga works through siblings. Right?" Dean asks. "Right" Y/N confirms. "Well, last night-" Dean begins and gives them a look, realization hitting them. "It went after Asher." Sam says. "So you're thinking tonight it's gonna come after Michael" Y/N says and he nods.

"Then we gotta get him out of here" Sam says urgently. "No, that would blow the whole deal" Dean says, they look at him in disbelief. "What?!" Sam exclaims. "Yeah" Dean says. "Then you wanna use that poor kid as bait?" Y/N says baffled. He gives her a look, "Are you nuts, dude?! No. Forget it. That's out of the question" Sam dismisses.

"It's not out of the question, guys. It's the only way. If this thing disappears, it could be years before we get another chance" Dean argues. Y/N glares at him, infuriated at the fact that he'd want to use a kid as bait. "Michael's a kid! And we're not gonna dangle him infront of that thing like a worm on a hook!" Y/N snaps.

"Dad and F/N did not send me here to walk away!" He snaps back. "Send you here? They didn't send you here, they sent us here!" Sam retorts. Dean rolls his eyes, turning away, "This isn't about you two. Alright? I'm the one that screwed up! It's my fault. There's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me!" He bellows.

Y/N's face drops at this, still confused as to why Dean is blaming himself. "What are you saying, Dean? Tell us, how is this your fault?" Sam says confused. Y/N notices Dean's swarm of emotions. Guilt, anger, hatred. She moves closer to Dean and places a hand on his shoulder, gently. "Hey, look at us" She says calmly.

He tears his eyes from the window it's focused on, back to her. His expression softening when his eyes bore into hers. "Dean. You've been hiding something from the get-go." She says gently. "Since when do dad and John bail on a hunt? Since when do they let something get away?" Sam adds. She drops her hand from his shoulder lightly as Dean turns, taking a seat on the bed they shared.

"Now, talk to us, man. Tell us what's going on" Her tone is soft, encouraging. She takes a seat next to him. In that moment, Dean allows the dam to break, he spills the beans of that faithful night about his encounter with the Shtriga. "Fort Douglas, Wisconsin" He begins, staring into the distance. "It was the third night in this crap room and I was climbing the walls, man. I needed to get some air."

Flashback to the 80s'

Dean sits at the couch, eating the cereal Y/N got for him, watching his cartoons. He's getting restless after being packed in that room for so long. He sighs, placing the empty bowl next to him on the table and gets up from the couch. He turns off the TV before grabbing his coat and headed over to the door.

He takes one look back at Y/N and Sam who are asleep on the bed in the room. Sam on his back, arms spread out. One of his hands rest ontop of Y/N's face, most likely from accidental punching her in his sleep again. While Y/N is on her side, one hand under her head supporting it, mouth wide open like Sam's. He chuckles as their awkward sleeping position before opening the door, locking it from the outside.

"Kid" A worker in the arcade calls out to Dean who's playing at one of the machines. "We're closing up" He informs him. Dean nods, heading back to the motel room that was next to the arcade. He opens the door and locks it behind him, his heart dropping when he sees an unfamiliar light coming from Sam and Y/N's room.

He gently pushes the door open to see a hooded figure leaning over his sleeping brother, ready to suck the life force out of him. He gulps fearfully, picking up the gun that F/N gave him that was sitting against the doorframe. He aims it at the monster, cocking the gun. It snaps up when it hears the cocking of the gun and lets out a inhumane roar.

Dean hesitates to shoot, still in shock when F/N and John come bursting through the door. "Get out of the way!" John yells at his son, running over to his younger son, shaking him awake as F/N empties his clip into the monster. Dean hides behind the door, still shaken with fear. The monster narrowly escapes through the locked window, breaking the glass when it crashes through it.

The commotion causes Y/N to scream, jumping awake when she hears the sound of glass breaking. "Sammy? Sammy? Sammy?!" John holds his son in his arms. "Y/n/n, y/n/n? Baby, y/n/n!" F/N runs over to his daughter. "Daddy, what happened?" Y/N asks her father shakily, tears welling up in her eyes. "You okay?" John asks Sam who's still confused.

"Dad, what's going on?" He asks his father sleepily. "You alright?" F/N sobs, stroking his little girls hair as she cries into his. All she could do is note. John holds Sam closely as F/N holds Y/N tightly, both sighing in relief at the fact that it didn't get to hurt either of their babies. Dean rests the gun down, guilt etched on his face as he walks back into the room.

"What happened?" F/N asks Dean. "I just went out" Dean timidly tries to explain. "What?" John grits his teeth at his son. "J-just for a second. I'm sorry" Dean stutters, trying to apologize as he swallows the lump in his throat. John glares at Dean angrily, "I told you not to leave this room. I told you not to let them out of your sight!" John bellows.

"Hey hey, they're okay. Y/n/n and Sammy are okay" F/N tries to calm John down a bit but he still glares at Dean. F/N looks over at the young boy, disappointed at the fact that he didn't follow their orders. But is still grateful they made it back in time by the grace of god before anything worse happened.

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Sam and Y/N take in the story, both sitting on either side of Dean on the bed, speechless at everything he just told them. "They just grabbed us and booked." Dean says as he finishes the story. "Dropped us off at Pastor Jim's about three hours away. By the time they got back to Fort Douglas, the Shtriga disappeared. It was- it was just gone" He explains, his tone sullen.

He takes a deep breath, "It never resurfaced until now." He says, chuckling dryly. "You know, they never spoke about it again. I didn't ask. But they..." Dean continues, tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N's heart breaks as he talks, a lump forming in his throat from the way this is clearly affecting him.

"Dad looked at me different, you know?" He says, turning to Y/N. "Even your dad, he couldn't look me in the eye, Y/N" He adds. She gives him a sympathetic look, tears welling up in her eyes. He breaks eye contact with her, trying not to cry. "Which was worse. Not that I blamed them. They gave me and order and I didn't listen. I almost got you two killed" Dean blame himself.

"You were just a kid" Sam tries to assure his brother gently. "Don't" Dean says firmly. "Dean..." Y/N says softly, placing a hand on his thigh comfortingly. His gaze falls to her hand, tears threatening to make its way down his cheeks at the comfort just a simple touch from her brings to him. She uses her pointer finger to lift himself face by the dimple below his chin to look at her, his watery emerald eyes piercing hers.

Deans breath hitches in his throat by this gesture. "It's not your fault. We don't blame you. You were a kid. We all were kids, no kid should have that kind of responsibility" Y/N assures him, her tone gentle. "It's still my job. It's my job to protect you two. And I failed" Deans voice cracks at this, Sam and Y/N shake their heads. "We're here, aren't we?" Sam adds, offering Dean a small smile.

"They knew this was unfinished business for me. They sent me here to finish it" Dean clears his throat. "But using Michael. I don't know, Dean" Sam says unsure. "I mean, how about one of us hides under the cover, you know? We'll be the bait." Y/N suggests. Dean sighs, shaking his head. "No, it won't work. It's gonna get close enough to feed. It'll see us" He tells them.

They both sigh in defeat. "Believe me, I don't like it, but it's gotta be the kid" Dean says. He takes Y/N's hand that's still resting on his thigh and gently places it down next to her, getting up. His back turnt to them, a pure look of pain and anguish on his face as he recalls the events of that night, over and over in his head.

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"You're all crazy! Just go away or I'm calling the cops!" Michael yells at them terrified while clutching the landline at the counter after they explained the Shtriga situation to the kid. "Hang on a second. Just listen to me. You have to believe me, okay?" Dean pleads with the young boy. "This thing came through the window, and it attacked your brother." Dean continues, but Michael still hesitates.

"Now I've seen it. I know what it looks like, because it attacked my brother once too" He further explains. Michael then puts the phone down, still a bit on edge but it seems to have eased his mind a bit. "This thing, is it like, like...? It had this long, black robe?" Michael asks them.

Deans breath hitches. "You saw it last night, didn't you?" Y/N asks him gently. Michael looks down in horror. "I thought I was having a nightmare" He admits. Dean and Y/N share a look at this, "I'd give anything not to tell you this...but sometimes nightmares are real" Dean tells him.

Michael looks confused, "So, why are you telling me?" He asks the three hunters. "Because we need your help" Dean admits. "My help?" Michael asks them. "We can kill it, me and them, it's what we do. But we can't do it without you" Dean explains, gesturing to Sam and Y/N. "What? No" Michael stutters fearfully.

"Sweetie, listen to me. This thing hurt Asher and it's gonna keep hurting kids unless we stop it. Do you understand me?" Y/N chimes in, giving the boy a sympathetic look.

"Well, that went crappy" Dean groans after Michael said no to helping them. The three now back in their room. "Now what?" He asks Sam and Y/N. Sam sitting on his bed and DY/N sitting on theirs, absolutely stumped. "What did your expect? You can't ask an adult to do something like that, much less a kid" Sam scoffs.

That's when they hear a knocking on the door, Y/N moves over to open it, revealing Michael. Sam and Dean stand behind her, surprised to see the young boy, "If you kill it, will Asher get better?" He asks them. Y/N looks back at Sam and Dean. "Honestly hun, we don't know" Y/N says truthfully.

Michael then looks over to Dean, "You said you're a big brother?" He asks him. Dean steps forward, next to Y/N. "Yeah" He answers. "You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?" Michael asks him. Dean nods, "Yeah, I would" He admits, his tone heartfelt. Y/N look back at Sam with a smile, Sams expression mirroring Y/N one.

"Me too" Michael says. "I'll help" He obliges.

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Later that night, Dean is setting up a camera in Michaels room that's synced to Y/N's laptop to catch the Shritga in action. "This camera has night vision, so we'll be able to see as clear as day. Are we good?" He calls out to Y/N to confirm. "Hair to the right" She responds for him to shift it a bit which he does.

"There, there" Sam stops him so it's angled directly at Michael's bed. "What do I do?" Michael asks Dean, "Just stay under the covers" Dean advices him, taking a seat next to him on the bed. "And if it shows up?" He asks him. "Well, we'll be right in the next room. We're gonna come in with guns. So as soon as we do, you roll off this bed and you crawl under it" Dean instructs him.

"What if you shoot me?" Michael questions a bit worried. "We won't shoot you. We're good shots. We're not gonna fire until you're clear, okay?" Dean assures him. Michael nods and pulls the covers closer, "Have you heard a gunshot before?" Dean asks him. "Like in the movies?" Michael queries. Dean sighs, "It's gonna be a lot louder than in the movies. So I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears and do not come out until o we say so, you understand?" Dean informs him.

Michael still looks hesitant and terrified, "Michael, are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to, it's okay I won't be mad" He asks the young timid child, "No? I'm okay. Just don't shoot me" Michael says. "We're not gonna let anything happen to you. Promise" Dean ensures him.

"What time is it?" Dean asks as they look at the live surveillance from Michaels room. Y/N checks her watch. "It's three" She tells him. "You sure these iron rounds are gonna work?" Sam asks him. "Consecrated iron rounds. And, yeah, it's what F/N used last time" Dean tells him. "Hey Dean, I'm sorry" Sam apologizes sincerely.

Dean looks at him confused, "For what?" He questions. Sam sighs, "you know, I've really given you a lot of crap for always following Dad and F/N's orders. But I know why you do it" Sam says in a heartfelt tone. "Oh, God. Kill me now" Dean groans, making Y/N and Sam chuckle. "Such a beautiful moment, we should totally have a sleep over and braid Sams hair after this" Y/N says in a high girly tone to lighten the mood, the two other hunters chuckle at her humor.

Her eyes snap to the screen when she sees a bit of movement on it, her expression switching to a serious one. "Wait, look" She whispers. The boys look closely at the screen to see a claw like hand sliding the window open. They all draw their weapons, cocking their guns.

While a terrified Michael sits at the bed, wide awake as the hooded figure looms over him. "Now?" Sam asks for the signal. "Not yet" Dean says. The figure moves closer to Michael as they look on, the video footage then begins to distort. Michael cringes in horror as it moves closer to suck the life force out of him.

"Hey!" Sam yells as the three burst into the room. "Michael, down!" Dean instructs him loudly, Michael then dives below the bed. As he does this, the three hunters then begin to empty their clips into the Shtriga. It falls to the ground and let's out an inhumane growl of pain. "Hun, you alright?" Y/N asks him. "Yeah" He responds shakily from under the bed.

"Just sit tight" Dean instructs him, moving over to the Shtriga. Sam and Y/N follow behind, aiming their guns at him to make sure he's dead. He seems to be so Dean turns back to them and nods. When suddenly the Shtriga grabs Dean by his throat in a flash. "Dean!" Sam and Y/N yell in panic as the Shtriga launches Dean into the wall.

They go to shoot again but it knocks their guns away and throws them both into the wall behind them. It strangles them both, opening Sams mouth to begin to suck his life force out. Sam begins to go weak as Y/N squirms underneath him, gasping for air. "No!!!" She screams, trying to get out from him but he's too strong. She tries to reach for her gun but it's too far away.

"Hey!" Dean calls out for the Shtriga. It turns to Dean as it's sucking Sams life force, with that Dean shoots it point blank in the forehead. Killing it for good this time. "You okay, guys?" He asks them. They both give him a weak thumbs up, getting up onto their feet. They look over the now dead Shtriga, white mist coming out of its bullet wound. Dean shoots him a couple more times for good measure.

This allows even more mist to swarm out of its body, the mist being the life force of the other kids it sucked out of. Michael then peeps out from under the bed. "It's okay, Michael. You can come on out" Dean tells him, he then gets up, a small smile on his face at the fact that it's over. And his brother will be okay. Dean pats his shoulder happily, a smile on his face.

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After the hunt, they were all exhausted. They decided to catch a couple of hours before hitting the road. The sun is beginning to rise in their room, the rays peeping through the window shades and onto Sams face. His eyes flutter open, groaning from the sunlight burning his eyes. He pushes himself up from his bed and throws his blanket off of him.

Then raking a hand through his bed head as he yawns, a smile creeps onto his face when he takes a look over at Dean and Y/N's bed. Deans arm was draped around Y/N's waist, his other hand under his head to support it. His nose nuzzled into the back of her hair at her neck while he back to pressed against his chest in a spooning position. One of Y/N's hand was dangling off the bed while her other hand rested right above Deans hand that was draped around her waist.

Sam had to stop himself from audibly cheering at the sight. So to savor the moment, he quickly takes his phone out to snap a picture at the cute moment, so he can tease them about it later on. He gets up from his bed and begins packing. A couple minutes later, Dean begins to stir in his sleep. He practically shoots up when he notices his position. Sam, who was basically giggling at Deans reaction as he folds his clothes.

This causes Deans gaze to snap over to his annoying little brother, "Not a word out of you, you hear me?" Dean grits his teeth, pointing at Sam. Who's still giggling. "I didn't say anything" Sam puts his hand up in surrender. Dean rolls his eyes but then freezes when he feels a shift in his pants. "Oh fuck" His mouth agape as he stares at his gaping erection tenting through his grey sweatpants.

"Son of a bitch....Son of a bitch!" He peels himself from the bed and dashes into the bathroom while covering his crotch with a towel. When the cold shower turns on, the pressure harder than usual, Sam realizes what's going on and snorts loudly. His eyes tearing from from laughter. "Don't take too long in there stud, she might think you're-" Sam teases his older brother.

"Shut the fuck up, Sam!" Dean yells embarrassed from the bathroom. This causes Y/N to stir in her sleep at their loud banter. "Man, what the hell are you two idiots yelling about this early?" She groans in annoyance, taking Deans pillow and stuffing it over her head. She's not aware of the situation that just played out, due to the fact she's very grouchy in the morning.

"Get your ass up sleeping ugly, we gotta go" Sam teases her, tossing a pillow at her head. It bounces off and onto the floor. "Ughhhh, five more minutes!" She groans childishly. Sam chuckles at this as Y/N forces herself off the bed, sleepily rubbing her tired eyes with her fingers. Dean exits the bathroom, a towel around his waist since he forgot to carry his clothes inside.

A blush rises to Y/N's cheeks at the sight of a shirtless Dean but she clears her throat. "What time is it?" She asks them. "After lunch" Dean informs her, looking down at his watch. She then sighs and grabs her towel from her bag to make her way lazily to the bathroom. When the shower turns her, she allows herself to smile.

She's always seen Dean shirtless but these past few weeks, since she admitted to herself that she has feelings for him. It's just been different, she felt more drawn to him. She can't explain it but she continues to tell herself to get her shit in check because she's not gonna allow her feelings to mess up their mission. Find the thing that killed their moms and kill it. Sounds easy enough. Right?

Meanwhile Sam is giving Dean a smug look as he puts his clothes on, "Seriously dude, stop looking at me like that" Dean groans as he slips his shirt on. "I never said anything man" Sam chuckles as he finishes packing his stuff. Dean rolls his eyes, "You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?" He narrows his eyes at his little brother as a laces his shoe up, smirk on Sams face as he throws his bag over his shoulder. "Nope" Sam responds, popping the 'p' at the end sassily.

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After they finished packing, the three hunters are putting their stuff in the trunk when Dean notices Joanna outside. "Hey, Joanna. How's Asher doing?" He asks her concerned. "Have you seen Michael?" She asks them. "Mom! Mom!" Michael calls out to his mom, running to hug her. "Hey!" Joanna smiles when she sees her son, wrapping her arms around him.

"How's Ash?" Michael asks her as they let go of the hug. "Got some good news. You're brothers gonna be fine" She tells him happily. This makes Sam, Dean and Y/N let out a breath of relief. "Really?" Michael asks surprised and happy. "Yeah, really. No one can explain it. It's- it's a miracle." She explains as the three hunters share a look of relief.

"They're gonna keep him overnight, but after that, he's coming home" She tells them. "That's great" Dean says. "How are the other kids doing?" Sam asks. "Good. Real good. A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the wards gonna be like a ghost town" She informs them happily.

"Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Heidecker?" Y/N asks, feigning confusion. "Oh, he wasn't in today. Must have been sick or something" Joanne assumes. "Yeah, must have" Dean days vaguely. She then turns to her son, running a hand through his hair. "So, did anything happen while I was gone?" She asks him.

Michael has a slight guilty look on his face but covers it up, "No, same old stuff" He assures her. "Okay. You can go see Ash" She tells him. "Now?" He asks happily. "Only if you want to" Joanna says. He smiles at Dean who nods at him with a smile, he then runs over to their car and hops in. "I uh, better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself" Joanna jokes before going over to the car, parting ways with them.

They all sigh as Dean closes the trunk. "It's too bad" Sam says. "Oh, they'll be fine" Dean assured him. "I don't think that's what he meant" Y/N says, leaning against baby. "Yeah. I meant Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark. He'll never be the same, you know?" Sam scoffs as Y/N nods in agreement.

Dean doesn't know how to answer this, "Sometimes I wish that..." Y/N begins but trails off sighing. "What?" Dean asks her. "I wish we could have that kind of innocence" Y/N says honestly, looking into Deans eyes. His heart skips a beat, breaking at the thought as he looks on at Joanna's car driving away.

"Yeah, me too" Sam agrees, sighing. "If it means anything, sometimes I wish you two could've too" Dean admits sadly, jumping into Baby. Sam and Y/N file in behind as Dean starts the ignition and backs out of the motel lot to hit the road and face whatever God decides to throw their way.

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Season 1, Episode 17 - Hell House

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Dean is driving down Interstate 35, Y/N is fast asleep in the back seat after beating Sam in rock paper scissors for it, while Sam is fast asleep in the passenger seat with his mouth open. Dean smirks mischievously at the two, taking up an old spoon he found in the car and shoving it in Sams mouth gently.

Then taking a pen from his jacket pocket, and gently shoving it in Y/N's nose. He smiles proudly, flipping open his phone to take a picture of Sam and then one of Y/N. He then turns the radio up that's playing Fire of an Unknown Origin by Blue Oysters Cult. "A FIRE OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN TOOK MY BABY AWAY!!" Dean sings along loudly, drumming along to the beat in the steering wheel.

Sam jumps awake along with Y/N, panicking when he feels something foreign in his mouth, spitting the spoon out. "What the fuck!?" Y/N yells, startled when she feels something foreign in her nose, pulling the pen that's stuck in her nose out. Sam wipes his mouth as Y/N rubs her nose.

"Ha-ha, very funny" Sam says dryly as Dean chuckles, laughing hysterically. "Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas. Kinda gotta make your own" Dean chuckles. "And my nose has to suffer for your boredom" Y/N scoffs, rubbing her nose. Dean smiles at her through the rearview mirror as she rubs her nose like a puppy. His heart flutters at how cute she looks.

"Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not gonna start that crap up again" Sam says annoyed. "Start what up?" Dean feigns confusion. "That prank stuff. It's stupid and always escalates" Sam snaps. Y/N chuckles a bit at a memory, "Awww what's the matter, Sammy. You afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Y/N teases her best friend.

Dean laughs hysterically at the memory of a bald soapy hair 13 year old Sam, running out of the bathroom, butt ass naked, screaming in terror like he's in a horror movie after Y/N put Nair in his shampoo because he made cookies and replaced the sugar with salt, then offered it to a innocent Y/N. She's the way with cookies, the way Dean is with pie. You don't mess with her cookies. "Alright. Just remember, you two started it" Sam challenges.

"Oh no no noooo. I am not getting involved in your weird sibling rivalry. I always get caught in the middle of it. No thank you." Y/N protests, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest Dean smirks at her through the rearview mirror. "Wuss" He snickers and Y/N glares at him, flipping him off. "Bring it on baldy" Dean chuckles looking at Sam. "Where are we, anyway?" Sam asks him.

"Few hours outside of Richardson" Dean tells him. "Give us the lowdown again" Y/N asks Sam to explain the case they were working. Sam pulls out his file, "Alright, about a month or two ago, this group of kids go poking around this local haunted house-" Sam explains but Dean cuts him off to ask. "Haunted by what?" He asks.

"Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit" Sam responds and Y/N groans. "Just wonderful" She mutters sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway, this ground of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar." Sam continues. "Anybody ID the corpse?" Y/N asks, leaning forward in the backseats between the boys.

"Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there, the body was gone. Some cops say the kids were just yanking chains" Sam tells them and their eyebrows shoot up at this. "Maybe the cops are right" Dean suggests. "Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seem pretty sincere" Sam says. "Where did you read these accounts?" Y/N asks him curiously.

He chuckles lightly, a bit ashamed to answer her question, "Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas to go to Y/N's safehouse. So, uh, last night, I surfed some local...paranormal websites. And I found one" Sam says lowly. Dean smirks as Y/N shakes her head, knowing what this might mean. "And what's it called?" Dean asks his brother. Sam chuckles again before sheepishly answering,

"HellHoundsLair.com". Dean scoffs laughing as Y/N chuckles, "Let me guess, streaming live out of moms basement" She jokes, making both boys erupt loudly with laughter. "Yeah, probably" Sam agrees laughing. "Most of those websites wouldn't know what a ghost was if it hit 'em in the 'persqueeter'" Dean chuckles. "Look, we let our dads take off, which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell they are, so in the meantime, we gotta find ourselves something to hunt" Sam suggests.

"You're right I guess. There's no harm checking this thing out" Y/N shrugs agreeing. Dean sighs, "Alright, so where do we find these kids?" He gives in. "Same place you always find kids in a town like this" Sam says as if it was obvious.

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Richardson, Texas

A couple hours later, the trio pulls into the parking lot of the local diner by the name of Rodeo Drive to question the teens from the police report.

Boy 1: "It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life. I swear to God."

Boy 2: "From the moment we walked in. The walls were painted black"

Boy 1: "Red."

Girl: "I think it was blood"

Boy 1: "All these freaky symbols"

Boy 2: "Crosses and stars, and.."

Boy 1: "Pentagons"

Boy 2: "Pentecostals"

Girl: "Whatever. I had my eyes closed the whole time"

Boy 1: "But I can damn sure tell you this much: No matter what anybody else says-"

Girl: "That poor girl"

Boy 2: "With the black..."

Boy 1: "Blonde.."

Girl: "Red hair, just hanging there"

Boy 1: "Kicking"

Boy 2: "Without even moving"

Girl: "She was real"

Boy 1: "It's 100%"

Boy 2: "And kind of hot...well you know in a dead sort of way"

"Okay!" Y/N exclaims, chuckling a bit awkwardly. Disgusted by the last comment. She and the boys, sitting across from the three teenagers in the diner. "And how did you find out about this place, anyway?" Sam asks them, the trio confused by the inconsistencies in the stories.

"Craig took us" The three teenagers respond in unison as the three hunters share a look.

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The three hunters enter the record store after asking where the Craig guy could be found. "Gentlemen and Lady. Can I help you with anything?" A young man working in the store asks them, carrying a box of records to the register. "Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asks him.

"I am" The young man confirms. "Well, we're reporters with The Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Y/N" Dean lies on spot, covering as reporters. "No way. Yeah, I'm a writer too. I write for my schools lit magazine" Craig chuckles, boasting a bit. "Ahh, well good for your Morrissey" Y/N jokes, Dean snorts at the reference.

"Um, we're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it, you might know about one" Sam says casually and Craig's face drops. "You mean the Hell House?" He asks them. "That's the one" Dean says smiling. "I didn't think there was anything to the story" Craig says. "Why don't you tell us the story, hun" Y/N says sweetly. Craig puts the record in his hand down and sighs.

"Well, supposedly back in the 30s, this farmer, Mordechai Murdock, used to live in the house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to even feed his own children" Craig explains, sighing. "So I guess that's when he went off the deep end. "How?" Sam asks curiously as Dean checks out the records.

"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So he attacked them." Craig further explains, the three hunters listening intently. "And they screamed, begged for him to stop but....he just strung em up, one after another. And then when it was all finished. He turned around and hung himself" Craig finishes.

"Now they said that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside" He adds. "And where did you hear all this?" Y/N asks him, cocking her eyebrow. "My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from...You gotta realize. I didn't believe this for a second." Craig defends.

"But now you do" Sam says. "I don't know what the hell to think man" Craig responds lowly. "You guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real, alright? She was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?" He assures them fearfully.

Y/N cocks her eyebrow at his claims. Not fully convinced but she decided to go with it. They share a look before turning back to him, "Thanks" Dean says gratefully and they all leave the store.

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Later the boys and Y/N ask around and found the location of, Hell House. Now walking down the path to the abandoned house. "Can't say I blame the kid" Sam says. "Yeah, so much for curb appeal" Dean agrees. Sam and Y/N walk around the side investigating while Dean pulls out his EMF that begins to make some noise.

"You got something?" Y/N asks him. "Yeah, but the EMFs no good" Dean responds, tapping it. "Why?" Sam asks confused. "I think that things still got a little juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings" Dean says, pointing to the power lines. "Yeah, that would do it" Sam says, looking up at it. "Yeah" Y/N sighs and Dean turns to her.

"What about you?" He asks her. "Huh?" She says confused. "You know....your whole ESP thing" He says, pointing to his head and she rolls her eyes. "1, I'm not ESP." She says firmly making him chuckle. "And 2, I actually don't feel anything" She says, crunching her eyebrows.

Knowing normally she feels a heaviness around areas where people have died violently, etc. "Really? No, 'I see dead people'? What about you, Sammy?" He smirks, teasing the two, now turning to his brother who is glaring at him. Y/N shoved him lightly making him laugh loudly. "Come on. Let's go" Y/N ushers the boys towards the house, them following behind.

Dean whistles lowly as they close the door behind them at the state of the house. It was completely trashed, most likely by stupid teenagers. With a bunch of weird symbols all over the room. "Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger during his time" Dean says, his eyes on the reverse cross painted on the wall.

Y/N notices that some of the symbols are relatively new. "And after his time too" She says, nudging Sam. "The reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries" He says pointing to cross. "But this Sigil of Sulfer didn't show up in San Francisco until the 60s" Sam finishes pointing the Sigil.

Dean stares at his brothers blankly, "This is exactly why you never get laid" He deadpans while Sam rolls his eyes, taking a picture of the sigil. "Hey! I get laid" Y/N says defensively. "Yeah, because you're hot. Sam's not" Dean blurts out, shocking the Sam and Y/N, their mouths agape. Only realizing what he said, after it escaped his lips. "You think I'm hot?" Y/N smirks, her tone teasing.

Dean freezes in his tracks as he was walking to the other side of the room. He looks back at the two, Sam with a smug grin on his face, wiggling his eyebrows at his elder brother suggestively, making mock kissy faces in Deans direction. Y/N with her arms crossed over her chest, an amused grin on her face, her back turnt to Sam, so she's oblivious at what Sam's mocking.

Dean clears his throat and gulps. Heat rising to his face. His eyes shifting between his bratty brother and even the brattier women he's in love with. "I- Shut up and work the case!" Dean retorts lamely as the two best friends burst out laughing. Y/N's heart skips a beat at the fact that she's sure now that Dean finds her attractive. Dean then notices a weird looking symbol on the wall, "What about this one. You seen this one before?" Dean asks them, tilting his head a bit to look at the symbol.

The symbol looking somewhat familiar. It was practically an upside down question mark with three lines going out the side of the dot. One on top and two on each sides. Y/N walks next to him and tilts her head also to look at it. "Nope" Sam responds, taking a picture of it. "I have...Somewhere" Dean says in recognition. "Yeah...me too. I don't know where" She agrees.

Y/N then leans forward to touch the symbol, the color of the paint staining her fingers. "It's paint" She informs them, showing them her stained finger. "Seems pretty fresh too" Sam points out. "I don't know, guys" Dean sighs. "I mean, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind...but the cops might be right on this one" Dean says.

"Yeah, maybe" Y/N agrees. The suddenly, they hear rustling in a nearby room. They share a look before going to the door and pressing up against it on either side, Y/N next to Dean and Sam on the other side. They all nod before bursting in, only to be startled by lights shining in their faces by two guys, Ed and Harry, screaming in fear.

One with a camera and one with a bright studio light. "What the.." Y/N mutters as they all share confused looks on their faces. "Cut. Just a couple of humans" Ed scoffs as Harry switches the camera off. "What are you guys doing here?" He asks the boys annoyed, his eyes settling on Y/N, looking like he's practically in love. "What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asks them, just as annoyed.

Ed clears his throat, his eyes shifting back over to Dean, "We belong here. We're professionals" says cockily, shrugging as if it's obvious. Y/N cocks her eyebrow at this, "Professional what?" She asks them. A smirk rises on Ed's face, "Paranormal investigators" He boasts, pulling out three business, handing it to her. "There you go. Take a look for yourself, gorgeous" He winks at her.

She rolls her eyes, taking the cards from him. Dean glares daggers at Ed, his nostrils flaring. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me" Dean groans as he looks at the business card Y/N handed him and Sam. "Jesus Christ" Y/N groans in annoyance. "Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler. HellHoundsLair.com" Sam looks up as them. "You guys run that website?" Y/N asks them.

"Sure do, gorgeous." He winks at her again and she cringes. "What? Was Venkman and Stantz taken?" She retorts snidely, making them glare at her, a cheeky smile taking over her face. "Oh, yeah, yeah. We're huge fans" Dean says sarcastically, going over to the cabinet, rummaging through it. "And uh, we know who you guys are too" Ed says. "Oh, yeah?" Sam responds as Ed clears his throat cockily.

"Amateurs. Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills. Yeah" He says. The three hunters hold back a laugh at his cocky nature, sharing a look that says 'get a load of this guy'. "So, if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here" Harry finally chimes in. Their amused faces don't falter.

"Yeah? What do you got so far?" Dean asks them snidely. "Harry, why don't you tell them about EMF?" Ed says. Y/N decides to have a little fun with this, "EMF? What's that?" She feigns confusion, scrunching her eyebrows. Dean chuckles lightly at this, shaking his head. "Electromagnetic field" Harry responds smugly.

Turning around to go into his bag to grab his EMF. Sam has a small grin on his face. He and Y/N share an amused look as they begin to explain, "Spectral entities can cause entertainment fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here" Harry shows them the EMF that begins going crazy.

"Whoa. Whoa. That's 2.8 MG" Harry points out. Dean and Y/N glance at each other, holding back snickers. "2.8!" Ed exclaims as Dean whistles lowly. "Wow" Sam says in a fake impressed tone. "Huh. So have you guys ever really seen a ghost before or...?" Dean asks them, putting on a curious face as Ed takes the EMF off.

"Once" Ed responds, turning to him. "We were uh investigating this old house..." He begins to explain taking a deep breath. Dean crosses his arms over his chest nodding as if he's shocked. "...and we saw a case fall right off the table" He finishes. "By itself" Harry adds in a low tone, "But we didn't actually see it...but we heard it" Ed explains, Dean looks down shaking his head in disgust.

Sam and Y/N roll their eyes. "And something like that...it changes you" Ed whispers. "Yeah, I think I get the picture" Dean says nodding, walking back to Sam and Y/N. "We should go, let them get back to work" Y/N adds sarcastically. Ed flashes her a wink. "Yeah, you two should go." He says to Sam and Dean. "You could stay, gorgeous" He grins widely at Y/N.

Deans head snaps in his direction, his jaw clenching. A laugh bubbles in Y/N's throat, amused at the fact that Ed thinks he has a shot, "Never gonna happen" She laughs at his lame flirting walking out the door, the boys following behind her. Ed's eyes fall to her hips as we walks away, trailing down. As she walks out, she gets the sense that Ed was staring at her ass, which he was.

"Stop staring at my ass, Venkman!" She shouts, making Sam and Dean laugh. Deans genuinely relieved at the fact that she wasn't into Ed, not that she would be. But the sight of Ed flirting with her just amped up and fueled his jealously.

I need to get laid and get these thoughts out of my head. Dean thinks to himself.

Yeah, sure. Like that's gonna help.

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Sam and Y/N walk out of the Colin County Public Library, "Hey" They hail Dean. "Hey, what do you guys got?" He asks them. "Well, we couldn't find a Mordechai, but we did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the 30s" Y/N explains. "He did have children's but only two of them. Both boys. And there's not record he every killed anyone" Sam adds.

"What about you?" She asks Dean. "Well, those kids didn't really give a clear description of that dead girl. I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed" Dean tells them what he found. "Guys, come on. We did our digging. This one's a busy" He says to them.

Y/N sighs, agreeing. "For all we know, those Hellhound dorks made up the whole thing" She says. Sam sighs, "Yeah, alright." Dean says. "I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend for the locals" Dean suggest, giving Y/N a wink before jumping into the Impala. "Amen to that" She laughs, jumping in shotgun.

As they jump in, Sam has a devious smirk on his face. Dean then starts the car, Sam leans down to see their reactions and instantly salsa music starts blurring from the radio and the wipers on the windshield start moving, scaring the crap out of him and Y/N. "WOAH!" Dean yells turning off the wipers. "DAMMIT!" Y/N screams, quickly turning the radio off.

They hear Sam laughing as he jumps in the backseat. He licks his finger, putting up a one and pointing to himself with a smug look on his face and they glare at him. "That's all you got? It's weak" Dean scoffs as Sam laughs, closing the door. "That is bush league dude" Y/N adds as rolls her eyes.

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Y/N's POV

The next day, the boys and I find out that there was a dead girl found this time in the Murdock house. Police are currently taking pictures and reports of the incident as we're walking towards it. "What happened?" Dean asks a man who was at the scene. "Cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house" He tells us.

"Suicide?" I ask him shocked. "Yeah. And she was a straight A student with a full ride to UT too. It just don't make sense" He says sadly before walking away. "What do you guys think?" Sam asks us as they're wheeling the body out. Dean turns and looks at us, "I think maybe we missed something" He says.

Later that night, the three of us are crouched behind a bush, waiting for the police to leave so we can go investigate again. But they haven't left yet which is strange. "I guess the cops don't want anymore kids screwing around in there" Sam huffs. "Yeah, but we still gotta get in there" Dean says. I then hear some whisper not too far from us.

I turn my head to see Ed and Harry with their geek equipment, trudging through the woods. "I don't believe it" I groan, rolling my eyes. Sam and Dean turn their heads also. "Those idiots are gonna get themselves killed" Sam grumbles. "I got an idea" Dean says, getting up slowly, he cups his hand to his mouth and yells loudly.

"Who you gonna call?!" I bite back a laugh at his Ghostbusters reference. "Hey, you!" A police officer spots Ed and Harry. They panic when they see the officers, "Freeze!" The officer yell, running after them. They begin running away, their equipment partially slowing them down. "Get back here!" They yell at them.

"Come on, don't leave me here!" I hear Ed plead with Harry who's running quicker than him. They boys and I take the clearing to run into the house quickly through the backdoor without them noticing, we shut the door behind us. Sam drops the bag, taking out three rocksalt shotguns, handing one each to me and Dean.

We cock our guns as I shine my flashlight around the house. The light lands on the symbol and I try to remember where I've seen it. "Where have I seen that symbol before." I grumble as I point my flashlight to it. "I know right, it's killing me!" He exclaims. "Come on, we don't have much time" Sam says to us.

We nod and move towards the next room. Walking down into the basement, Dean goes up to a shelf that has a bunch of jars with a weird looking red liquid inside as Sam and I check out the other side. Picking it up, he smirks, "Hey guys, I dare each of you to take a swig of this" Dean says to us, we look at him like he's crazy. "What the hell would we do that for?" Sam cocks his eyebrow.

"I double dare you" He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I give him a blank stare and shake my head. We then hear creaking by a nearby cabinet, giving each other a look. Me and Dean cock our guns at the door as Sam moves next to it, on the count of three. He quickly opens it and some rats run out squealing.

I grimace as Sam laughs and Dean shudders in disgust, "Ugh. I hate rats" He groans. "You'd rather it was a ghost?" I ask him chuckling. "Yes" He says and I shake my head smiling. Then suddenly I feel the familiar chill run up the back of my neck and I turn my head quickly to see the shadow of a man in a cowboy hat, his wrists slit, holding an axe, ready to chop me.

"Fellas!" I scream, ducking before he can chop me and the boys spin around in an instant, shooting him but he doesn't budge. Disapparating into a black smoke "What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rocksalt?!" Sam yells. "I don't know" Me and Dean respond. "Come on, come on, come on" I grab them to run out of the room.

But the spirit destroyed the shelf of jars and it topples onto me and Dean, throwing us to the ground. The spirit tries to hit Sam but he breaks with his shot gun, "Go! Get out of here!" He yells at me and Dean. Then kicking Murdock in his stomach, we all run up the stairs and bolt for the front door that was board up.

We all crash our bodies through it, breaking it on impact, we fall off the porch and through the police tape. When we get up, we see Ed and Harry with their cameras, "Get that damn thing out of my face!" I yell at them angrily, shoving Ed roughly. "Go, go, go!" Sam shouts. "Get out of here!" Dean shouts at them warningly as we make a break for the Impala.

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After fleeing for our lives, we are back at the motel. The next morning after getting some rest, Dean is on his bed with his sketch pad, doodling, while Sam and I are at the table doing research. "What the hell is this symbol. It's bugging the hell out of me" Dean says frustrated. "This whole damn jobs bugging me" I agree with him, shaking my head, already fed up.

"Tell me about it, I thought the legend said that Mordechai only goes after chicks." He says. "It does" Sam says. Dean nods, twirling his pen in his finger. "Alright, I mean that explains why he went after you and Y/N. But why me?" Dean mutters, scratching his head. I snort a bit at his burn and Sam's eyes snap over to Dean, glaring at him.

"Hilarious" Sam deadpans. "The legend also says he hung himself. But did you guys see those slit wrists?" I ask them. "Yeah" Dean responds. "What's up with that? And the axe too" Sam points out. "Ghosts are usually pretty strict. Following the patterns over and over" I add as I scroll on the HellHounds website.

"But this mook keeps changing" Dean says. "Exactly" Sam sighs, handing me the book he was reading. I take it from him and hand him the laptop. He then begins scrolling on the website as he rubs his eyes from exhaustion. "Im telling you. The way the story goes...wait a minute" Sam goes to say but pauses, turning the laptop to me as he's found something.

"What?" Dean asks him from his bed. My eyes cork up as I quickly read the new post. "Someone added a new posting to the hellhound website" I tell Dean. "Listen to this: 'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before spitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in a house for eternity" Sam reads the article out loud.

"Where the hell is this going?" I mutter. "I have no idea" Sam mutters back. "I don't know. But I think I might have just figured out where it all started" Dean says, pointing to his doodle of the symbol. He gives us a smug smile before getting up and grabbing his jacket.

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We all enter the record shop we were at earlier after Dean explained to us what he figured out. I gotta give it to him, he's smarter than he makes himself out to be. "Hey Craig, you remember us?" Dean calls out to Craig as we enter. From his body language alone I could tell he was annoyed. "Guys, look. I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions, okay?" He says exasperated.

"Oh don't worry, hun. We're just here to buy an album, that's all" I tell him and he sighs relieved turning back. I give Dean a look and he smiles at me as I shuffle through the records and hand him the Blue Oyster Cult album. "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was. And then I realized it doesn't mean anything" Dean says with a smug tone as we walk towards Craig.

"It's the logo for Blue Oyster Cult" Dean calls him out on his bullshit. Craig freezes, instantly giving himself away. "So tell me Craig, you into BOC or just scaring the hell out of people" I narrow my eyes at him and Dean hands him the album which he takes. "Now why don't you tell us about that house. Without lying through your ass this time" I say in a snarky tone.

I could see a smirk rise on Deans face at the corner of my eyes as Craig sighs heavily. Panicking. "Alright. I- My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls. Some from some albums. Some from some of Dana's theology textbooks." He begins to explains.

"Then we found out this guy, Murdock, used to live there. So we-" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "So we, made up some story to go along with that. So they told people who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website" He adds rolling his eyes as we listen intently. "Everything just...took on a life of its own. I mean. I thought it was funny at first, but...now that girls dead" He says, absolutely horrified.

I sympathize with him because he's a stupid kid that didn't know any better and was just looking for a kick. They don't know about what's out there but at the same time. It created a mess. "It was just a jokes. You know, I mean, none of it was real. We made the whole thing up. I swear" He stresses, tears forming in his eyes.

The boys and I nod understandably as he sniffles back his tears, "Alright. Thanks" I say to him calmly, offering him a small smile which he returns lightly. The boys and I turn to walk off, "If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Dean questions as he walk out. Me and Sam sigh, shrugging. Absolutely stumped.

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Later, me and Sam are at the motel room while he's taking a shower, I'm by the window smoking a cigarette, waiting for him to finish so I can shower. Dean walks in and throws his keys on the table, a mischievous look on his face. "Hey Princess" He smiles at me, closing the door behind him. "Hey charming..." I cock my eyebrow suspiciously as he pulls out a little familiar looking baggy.

His head pans over to me slowly, before bringing a finger to his lips, "Shhh" He shushes me with a smirk on his face. I shake my head as I take I drag from my cigarette, chuckling lightly. "Hey I'm back!" Dean announces his arrival to Sam as he rips the bag open. "Hey! Where were you?" Sam asks him from the shower.

"Oh I went out!" Dean responds as he throws the itching powder all over Sam's pants and boxers. "Seriously dude. Itching powder?" I grumble at him, dusting my ash into the ashtray. He just winks at me. "Game on, sweetheart" He whispers back, a smirk on his face, blowing me a kiss. I roll my eyes chuckling. "So me and Y/N may have a theory about what's going on!" Sam says from the shower.

"Oh yeah?" Dean questions, still throwing the powder on Sams clothes. ""Yeah, what if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" I suggest. "Tulpa?" Dean questions. Sam then opens the door, walking out from the shower as Dean quickly hides the powder in his powder. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form" Sam says as he walks out of the shower, naked from the waist up, a towel around his waist.

Dean scratches his head, trying to mask his mischievous actions. I shake my head, holding back a snicker as I crush my cigarette in the tray. "Yeah, no, I know what a tulpa is...Hey, why don't you get dressed. Me and Y/N can go grab something to eat" Dean says quickly, pulling me by my hand before I can protest.

He grabs my leather jacket before giving Sam a cheeky smile, closing the door behind us. "He's gonna kill you" I snicker as he helps me put my jacket on, pulling my hair out from behind it. He smiles at me, flashing me a wink. "Wait till you see what I got in store for later" He brags, I just roll my eyes chuckling. "Boys" I scoff.

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Third Person POV

They're all now at a diner in town, "There you go, love" The kind man at the counter hands Y/N and Dean their trays of food. "Thank you" She says sweetly, taking her tray as Dean takes his. Y/N turns around as they're walking to a table to see Sam itching away at his pants. Y/N and Dean share a look of amusement as she bites back a snicker at this. "Dude, what's your problem?" Dean asks Sam feigning confusion.

"Nothing, I'm fine" Sam tries to brush it off, still itching. "Yeah?" Y/N asks him innocently. "Yeah" He assures them. "Alright? So uh, keep going. What about these tulpas?" Dean asks me as they take a seat at the table. Sam rests his bag down as he takes a seat. "Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. A group of monks visualize a golem in their heads. They meditate on it so hard, they bring the thing to life" Y/N explains while she pops the lid off of her coffee and stirs it up, taking a sip.

"Out of thin air" Sam adds. "So?" Dean questions, taking a sip of his coffee. "That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do" Sam says, pulling his laptop out of the bag. "I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people, all believing in the bastard." He says, typing on his laptop.

Sam cringes in discomfort, still scratching his legs. "Okay, wait wait wait. So you're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean cocks his eyebrow. Y/N and Sam shrug. "I don't know, maybe?" Sam says, typing on his laptop, grimacing from the itching. She bites back a smirk as she eat her fries at his discomfort.

'I feel a bit bad for the kid but I'm not saying anything because I'm not trying to be pulled into this.' Y/N thinks to herself.

"People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean says sarcastically. "Because I'm pretty sure you're the first name on Santas naughty list" She shoots back with a cheeky smile. Dean glares at her a bit but a slight smirk rises on his lips.

"I'll show you who's on the naughty list" He whispers to her lowly in a husky tone so Sam wouldn't hear. But he damn well heard, rolling his eyes at their stomach churning flirting, he's too irritated by the itching in his pants to care. A blush rises on Y/N's face but she covers it up with a stunned look. She then raises her foot, kicking his shin below the table with her boot.

Dean huffs a "Ow" as she shoots him a warning look. Dean snickers at her reaction, pleased. "Don't test me, Winchester" She flirts back, matching his tone. Deans smirk grows wider. He seems pleased with her response, she takes notice of the way his chest heaves.

'The things I would do to this breathtaking women. Son of a bitch.'

Dean thinks to himself as he pulls his lower lip in between his teeth, causing her stomach to flutter, a familiar heat rising in her southern region.

'Fuck, what I would do just to get a taste of his lips. Oh god, not now. Seriously y/n? The dudes biting his lip and you're turnt on? Get a grip girl! Thirsty ass bitch.'

Y/N practically mentally reprimands herself for feeling so flustered by Dean.

'Hey God? It's Sam again. Please, I'm begging you. Just make these too lovesick puppies fuck already for Christ's sake.'

Sam internally groans.

Y/N's POV

"Here, look at this" Sams voice breaks us out of our heated gaze. "Hmm?" We both say innocently as Dean clears his throat, Sam then turns the laptop to us, showing us a picture of the symbol we found. "That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house" Sam says. "Craig said they were painting symbols from a Theology textbook. We're thinking they painted this, not even knowing what it was" Sam explains to Dean, cringing from the itching again.

So I decide to take over. Dean bites back a smirk when he realizes the itching is getting worse. "What Sam's saying, That sigil has been used for centuries. Concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the Helldweebs website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai" I add as Dean nods. "I mean, we don't know, but it might be enough to bring a tulpa to life" I say, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"It would explain why it keeps changing" Dean agrees, taking a sip of his coffee as Sam continues to scratch his legs. "Right. As the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of Telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work" Sam says, pointing to the laptop with one hand, grimacing as he itches.

"Yeah, because he's not a traditional spirit, per se" Dean says. "Yeah" Sam huffs, cringing still itching. "Okay, so why didn't we just uhh... get this spirit signal thingy off the wall and the website?" Dean suggests and I shake my head as I wipe my mouth. "It's not that simple. You see, once tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own" I say. Dean sighs, wiping his nose.

"Great. Alright, so if he really is a Thought-form. How the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" Dean asks a bit frustrated. "Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us" Sam says, me and Dean roll our eyes at the thought. "Check out their home page" Sam turns the laptop and pulls up the helldorks page to the video they posted of Mordechai. "Holy shit" I gasp in shock as I look at the views.

"Yep. Since they posted the video, the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone" Sam stresses, nodding at my reaction. "Huh. I got an idea. Come on. You done?" Dean asks me quickly. "Yeah, I'm finished. Where are we going?" I tell him, gesturing to my empty tray as we pick up our coffees and Sam closes his laptop.

"We need to find a copy store" Dean tells us. Sam gets up, still itching his legs. Shakily putting his laptop into his bag. "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something" He groans. I can't hold in my amusement anymore so me and Dean begin laughing hysterically at this. "You two did this?" Sam asks us shocked. I shake my head and point at Dean with my thumb.

"It was all him" I snort as Dean continues walking away laughing. "You're a frigging jerk!" Sam shouts at Dean who's still laughing. "Oh yeah!" Dean retorts back chuckling.

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The boys and I pull up in the trailer park, near Ed and Harrys trailer. "Gosh, can they get anymore geeky" I cringe as I step out of the Impala. "You guys ready?" Dean asks us. "Like Freddy" Sam nods with a smirk. "Let's punk some dorks" I snort. I knock harshly on the door, I'm pretty sure I heard someone squeak. "Who is it?" Harry asks fearfully. The boys snicker at his reaction, "Come on out here guys. We hear you in there!" Dean bellows.

The two open the door and I snort when I see the shelf behind them. "Oh look at that. Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock" I say sarcastically as Dean snickers. I notice Ed biting his lips as he looks at me and I cringe. "Guys, we need to talk" Sam says. "Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're a bit busy right now" Ed says smoothly as they step out of their trailer.

Busy my ass. I roll my eyes, "Yeah, well, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website" Dean says plainly with a fake smile which Ed finds funny for some reason. "Man, you know, these guys get us busted last night. We spend the night in a holding cell" Ed laughs while Harry looks annoyed. "I had to pee in that cell, in-front of people. And I get stage fright" Harry complains. "Why should we trust you?" Ed narrows his eyes at us.

"Look guys, we all know what we saw last night. What in that house. But now that's to your website, there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai" Sam says. "That's right, which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person. Somebody could get hurt" Dean warns them. "Yeah?" Ed smirks. "Ed, maybe they've got a point" Harry interjects.

"No" Ed shakes his head. "Nope" Harry suddenly says. Jesus, Harry's practically this dudes Yes Man. "Okay, we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth" Ed says cockily. I chuckle annoyed at this, "Well I have an obligation to kick both your asses right now-" I snap angrily, fearful looks taking over both their faces but Sam and Dean cut me off.

"Y/N/N, hey. Just forget it, alright?" Sam says calmly. "These guys. You could probably bitch slap them both" Dean adds, making the two idiots chuckle arrogantly. I narrow my eyes at them. "I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai..." Sam adds suggestively, Ed and Harry becomes a bit intrigued by this. "But....they're still not gonna help us" Sam sighs.

"Let's just go Princess" Dean says, giving me a knowing look. I get where they're getting at and nod. Putting the plan into action. "Yeah you two are right" I sigh and we begin walking off. The two following behind us like lost puppies. "Woah woah woah. Wait wait" "Hold on a second here" Harry and Ed stutter in unison.

"Yeah, what thing about Mordechai, you guys?" Harry asks us as we walk away, a slight smirk on my face. "Don't tell them, Sam" I say lowly, staying in character. "But if they agree to shut the website down, guys" Sam fake protests. "They're not gonna do it! You said so yourself" Dean denies as we continue walking, the two following behind us. "No, wait wait! Don't listen to them, okay? We'll do it" Ed finally agrees.

We all share a amused look before turning around to them. "It's a secret, Sam" Dean adds, fueling the act. Sam sighs, "Look, it's a pretty big deal, alright? And it wasn't easy to dig up" Sam says. "So only if we have your word you'll shut everything down" I add, pointing at them firmly. "Totally" Ed smirks at me, his eyes scanning me up and down. I cringe at this.

"And wipe that look off your face, not even an ocean could quench your thirst dude" I snap at him and he looks down guilty. "Yes ma'am" He salutes, causing me to roll my eyes. "Alright" Sam says, pulling a paper out of his pocket. "It's a death certificate from the 30s. We got it at the library" Sam begins to feed them the fake story as Dean hands them the paper we printed at the copy shop.

"Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self inflicted gunshot wound" Sam tells them as they look at the paper, then up at us. "That's right, he didn't hang or cut himself" Dean says. "He shit himself?" Ed asks us, shocked. "Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day, they say he's terrified of them" I respond nodding.

"As a matter of face, they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought iron rounds. You'd kill the son of a bitch" Dean adds. The two look at each other in glee. Harry then runs to the trailer. Presumably to post the story. "Thanks gorgeous" Ed winks at me. I scoff as he runs behind Harry. "Harry. Slow your roll, buddy. They're gonna know we're excited" He calls out to Harry lowly.

I notice Deans jaw clench whenever Ed flirts with me. "Dorks" I snort as we walk back to the Impala. "I think one of those dorks has a thing for you, sweetheart" Dean snickers, his jaw still clenching. I roll my eyes as Sam laughs at this. "Please, y/n/n's standards aren't THAT low" He snorts. I shove him lightly as Dean laughs. "I hate you two" I grumble chuckling, causing Sam to laugh more.

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Due to Deans never ending hunger, we're now again at a diner. Sam on my laptop searching the website, while I'm reading a book about tulpas. I'm next to Dean while Sam is on the opposite side of the booth. Dean, being the man child he is, is currently playing with a string machine that's next to up on the wall.

Where when you pull the string, a man plastic man with a fish in his hand, starts laughing. This has been going on for about five minutes and it's getting annoying. Sam pulls the string, stopping it while we both glare at Dean. "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you" He deadpans. Dean stares at him blankly. I look back down at my book and pulls the string again, making it laugh.

My head snaps up so instantly raise my foot and kick him in the shin under the table with my boot. "Ow!" He exclaims, a smile on his face. Sam pulls the string to stop it, glaring at Dean who chuckles at the both of us. A cheeky smile on his face. "Come on, guys. You need more laughter in your lives. You know? You're way to tense" Dean chuckles as Sam sips his beer, annoyed.

"I'm fine, thank you" I grumble. "Yeah, sure you are" Dean snorts, making me glare at him.

"Did they post it yet?" I ask Sam, who then turns the laptop with the article to me and Dean, picking up his fork and stabbing his pancake. "We learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms." Dean reads off of the site as Sam nods.

"Alright. So how long do we wait?" I ask them as Sam chews his pancake. He shrugs, shutting the laptop. "Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change" Sam suggests, picking up his beer in a toasting manner, "I figure by nightfall, iron rounds would work on the sucker" He smirks, me and Dean pick up our beers and cheers with him. "Sweet" "Hallelujah" Me and Dean say in unison, picking up our beers and gulping them down.

When I go to rest it down I realize it's stuck to my hand, my face contorts to confusion until I see Sam with a smirk on his face, bursting into a fit of laughter, clapping because Dean couldn't put his down either. I clench my jaw in annoyance, "You didn't" Dean says. "Ohhh, I did" Sam laughs, holding up the super glue. I groan, "Dammit man, I didn't do you anything. Why did I get superglued!?" I exclaim. Sam laughs shaking his head

"You saw him throw that itching powder in my clothes and kept your trap shut, you're in this whether you like it or not crackhead" He smirks, sipping his beer. I narrow my eyes at him, "Oh, you're on dipshit" I challenge him, glaring at him. He laughs, pulling the string on the machine, as it blurs out it's annoying ass sound, laughing along with it as Dean and I try to get the bottles off our hands.

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After practically having to pry our hands off of the beer bottles Sam glued ours to. We stole that weird ass noise making machine that Dean loved playing with at the diner and turned it on outside in the woods for the cops to go looking for the noise, stalling a bit so we can run in, kill Mordechai and shag ass out of town.

The boys and I creep into the Hell House, shining our lights and aiming our guns around after bursting open the door. "I barely have an skin left on my palm" Dean complains. "Quit whining, you started this stupid prank war" I grumble back at him. "I ain't touching that line with a 10-foot pole" Sam retorts as we move into the other room. Scanning it, Dean then kicks the door to the basement down, we all file in carefully.

"Well, you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asks us. I shrug. "I don't know" Sam responds. "Me either" A voice behind us says, scaring the tartar sauce out of me. We all quickly turn around, aiming our guns in the direction just for it to be those Hell Dorks with their stupid equipment on. "WOAH WOAH!" They both scream, putting their hands up in surrender.

We draw back our guns, "What the hell are you two dumbasses trying to do!? Are you trying to get yourselves killed!?" I yell at them angrily like a disappointed mother. "We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" Ed says shakily. Then suddenly the sounds of an axe sharpening comes from the door behind us and we all aim our guns at it

"Oh, crap" Harry mutters. "Uh, guys, you wanna...You wanna go open that door for us?" Ed asks us fearfully from behind us, gulping. "Why don't you?" Dean retorts, absolutely fed up. The door unlocking alone scares them and then, Mordechai comes bursting through the door yelling. The boys and I empty our clips into the bastard who screams in pain and disapparates into a black smoke.

Dean nods at us, giving us a look. We return the nod, "Sam, upstairs, I'll take the rooms, Y/N, stay with dumbledorks" Dean orders as they begin the check the rest of the room. "Oh, god. He's gone, he's gone" Ed gasps in shock. "Did you get him?" Harry asks him. "Yeah, they got him" Ed responds, still frightened. "No, on camera. Did you get him on camera?" Harry asks him shakily. Ed begins to fidget with the camera.

"Well, I...uh..." He tries to look but Harry grabs the camera. "Let me see it, let me see it" That's when Mordechai appears and knocks the camera out of Harry's hand. "Fuck!" I yell startled, ducking when he tries to chop me, disappearing into a black smoke again. They boys enter back the room, "Mordechais still kicking fellas" I inform them.. "Didnt you guys post that bullshit story we gave you?!" He bellows at Ed and Harry.

"Of course we did" Ed says. "Yeah but then our serves crashed" Harry adds and I roll my eyes annoyed. "So it didn't take?!" I ask him. "Uhhhh-" They stutter. "So these- These guns don't work?" Dean asks. "Yeah" Ed answers guiltily, I angrily toss my gun aside. "Great, just great" Dean mutters sarcastically.

"Fellas? Any ideas?" I ask them a bit panicked, they both give an 'I don't know' expression. "We are getting out of here" Harry says, rushing off but Ed is stuck in place. He runs back and grabs Ed. "Come on, Ed" He drags him out in a hurry. Then we hear Ed and Harry screaming. "Jesus, he's gonna kill them" I mutter, Sam goes to play hero.

Running in to save them. "Let's torch this sucker" Dean suggesst, "Yeah, fire always works" I agree nodding, we rush into the kitchen to get lighter fluid, dousing the ground it in. "Dean! Y/N!" We hear Sam yell. I grab an old can of bug spray and a lighter. "Hey!" I yell at Mordechai who has Sam up on the wall with his axe, choking him.

Igniting the lighter with the bug spray. "Go! Go!" I yell at Sam who breaks out of Mordechais hold. "Come on" I help him up, grabbing him to run over to Dean. "Look, if Mordechai can't leave the house and we can't kill him" I say quickly. "We improvise" Dean adds. He then lights the lighter and throws it where we doused the place in lighter fluid.

The whole room sets aflame. Sam looks baffled but we all run out of the house and into the bushes as the whole house sets on fire. "That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam asks us. "Well no one will go in anymore" Dean defends "I mean, look. Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt" I say. "It's fast and dirty but it works" Dean adds. "What if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam says baffled.

I pause. Why the fuck did I not think of that? "Well, then we'll just have to come back" Dean shrugs. Sam looks at us in disbelief, breathing heavily, "Kind of makes you wonder, out of all the things we've hunted. How many of those things existed just because people believed in them" Sam wonders out loud and I can't help but agree with him as we watch the house burn.

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The next evening, the boys and I are hanging out on a picnic table at the trailer park as Ed and Harry walk out towards their car that's attached to their trailer, holding grocery bags. "I was thinking that Mordechai had a really super high attack bonus" Ed says to Harry. "Dude, I got the munchies right now" Harry snickers.

"Gentleman and gorgeous" Ed greets us, a wide smile on his face. "Hey guys" Sam responds back. "Should we tell them?" Harry asks Ed. "Eh, might as well. They're gonna read about it in the trades" Ed says boastfully. Me and Sam share an amused look as they begin to brag. "So, this morning we got a phone call from some important Hollywood producers" Harry brags as we follow behind them.

"Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean retorts with a snort. "No smartass" Ed glares at him. "He read all about the Hell House on our website and what a to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it" He says boastfully as he puts the bags in their car. "And create the RPG" Harry adds.

"The what?" Dean cocks his eyebrow in confusion as me and Sam bite back laughs. "Role playing game" Ed says as if it's obvious. "Right" Dean says, still confused. "Just a little lingo for you. Anywho, excuse us, we're off to La-La Land" Ed smirks, his eyes panning over to me.

"Well, congratulations guys. That sounds really great" Sam says sarcastically. "Yeah, that's awesome. Best of luck" Dean adds, snickering. A smug look takes over Eds face. "Oh yeah, luck. It's got nothing to do with it. It's about talent. You know, sheer, unabashed talent" He says as Harry nods proudly.

Ed then bites his lip and I roll my eyes, bracing myself. "You're welcome to jo-" He goes to flirt again. "I'd rather eat my own filth, Venkman" I snap back, narrowing my eyes at him. He shrugs nonchalantly, "Your loss, gorgeous. Later" He winks at me before giving us a peace sign, jumping into their car. Cocky bastard.

I scoff at this, not feeling bad whatsoever for setting them up. We watch as they drive off. The boys and I share an amused look as Dean mutters "Wow", while we walk back to the car. "We have a confession to make" Sam breaks, holding back his laugh. "What's that?" dean asks us, looking down smiling.

"We uh- we're the ones that called them and told them we were producers" I admit. Me and Sam chuckle as Dean looks at us shocked. Turning back to look at their car, bursting into hysterics. "Well, I'm the one who out the dead fish in their back seat" Dean confesses. I laugh loudly along with the boys. "I knew I smelt something!" I laugh as Dean grins proudly.

"Truce?" Sam ask Dean. "Yeah, truce. At least for the next hundred miles." Dean says, getting into the Impala along with Sam. "Don't worry, Princess. We won't drag you into it this time" Dean assured me, starting the car as I'm still outside. Too late for that, darling. I take a step back from the car and then BOOM!

The second the ignition starts, flour explodes inside of the Impala. Coating them all over, inside of Baby. They both cough, glaring at each other angrily. "You said truce!" Dean growls at Sam. "I didn't do this!" Sam exclaims. Their gazes snap over to me as I laugh hysterically, bending over, clutching my stomach. I pull out the flour bag from my jacket and wave it in the air victoriously.

"You didn't!" Sam exclaims. "Ohhh, I did" I mock his words from earlier when he stuck our hands to the beer bottles. Jumping in the back seat, “Victory is mine!” I claim proudly, grinning at them. "This is gonna take me forever to clean dude!" Dean groans in annoyance. "Maybe next time don't drag me into it" I shrug innocently, smirking as the boys glare at me.

This makes me laugh even more. “Awwww, turn those frowns upside down fellas. At least for the next 100 miles at least" I tease them, leaning over to fix Deans frown with my fingers. I notice he holds back a laugh, Sam shakes his head in amusement.

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Authors Note: Hiiiii, sorry this one took be a bit longer. I went on a trip recently so I’ve been pretty busy but I hope you guys enjoyed this one. This chapter is unedited but I do plan on coming back and editing it so just ignore any mistakes. Just a little insider, Y/N’s flour prank was symbolic to Sam’s cookie prank when they were 13. Let’s just say, she’s still salty about that one LOL. Make sure to leave your honest comments and thoughts, I look forward to them, love y’all😘

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Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Chicago, Illinois

The boys and Y/N pull up in the Impala, infront of an apartment building where a young woman was brutally killed in her apartments. The three hunters are disgusted as blue collar workers this round, posing as employees for the 'PF Alarm System'. Dean gets out of the car and goes to the trunk to take out his 'equipment'. While Sam is in the backseat with a newspaper, the headline being

"Manhunt continues for Stealth Killer. Second murder in two months" with a picture of the young woman who was killed. "Alright, Dean. This is the place" Sam says to his brother as he and Y/N get out of the car. "You know, I gotta say. Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a highschool drama dork" Dean complains.

Sam scoffs. Him and Y/N chuckle, reminiscing about their highschool drama days. "What was that play you two did? That- What was it? Our Town" Dean says chuckling at the memories. "Yeah. You two were good. It was cute" He laughs, winking at Y/N and she rolls her eyes. "I was adorable" She says sassily, flipping her hair.

Dean smiles at her playfulness, his heart skipping a beat. "I only did it because Y/N forced me" Sam defends. "Oh can it dipshit, you know damn well you enjoyed it. And you were ready to tackle Andrew Milkovich for the lead" She retorts snickering, Dean laughs as Sam looks down, chuckling at the memories.

"And I nailed it" He retorts, his voice going up an octave at the 'nailed it', snapping his fingers. The trio share a laugh as they walk to the building. "Look, Dean. You wanna pull this off, or not?" Sam goes back to the subject of the costumes. "I'm just saying these outfits cost hard earned money, okay?" Dean defends.

"Whose?" Y/N scoffs. "Ours. You think credit card frauds easy?" Dean smirks. Y/N nudges him jokingly, making him chuckle as Sam shakes his head in amusement.

"Thanks for letting us look around" Sam says to the building manager who let them in. "Well, police said they were done with the place, so..." The manager says. They all walk into the room where Meredith, the young woman who was killed, was found in dead. Blood stains on the white carpet in an unusual pattern.

"You guys said you're with the alarm company?" The manager asks them. "That's right maam" Y/N nods. "Well no offense. But your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man" The woman says brutally honest. Y/N holds back a snicker at the delivery of the comment and the three hunters share a look.

"Well, that's why we're here. See what went wrong, stop it from happening again" Dean assures her, taking a step forward to investigate. "Now ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asks her and she nods. "Yeah" She responds. "Right after it happened?" Y/N asks.

"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called, she hadn't showed up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell" The woman explains as the three canvass the room. "Any windows open? Any sign of break in?" Dean asks her. "No, windows were locked. Front door was bolted. Chain was on the door. We had to cut it just to get in" She further explains.

"Like I said, bang up job your company's doing" She scoffs sarcastically. "Mhm" Dean responds. "You see any over turned furniture? Broken glass? Struggle?" Y/N asks but the woman shakes her head. "Everything was in perfect condition" She says, sighing. "Except Meredith" She says and this catches their attention.

"And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asks. "Meredith was all over. In pieces" The woman says, pointing to the blood all over. "The guy who killed her must've been some kind of a wack job" The woman says a bit disgusted. "But I'll tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it" The woman says honestly.

Dean who was stooping to the ground, looks over at Y/N and Sam looks over at them. "Ma'am, would you mind if we take some time, give this place a once over?" Y/N asks her sweetly. "Go right ahead. Knock yourself out" The woman nods kindly before leaving. The three get to work instantly, Dean opens his tool box with his EMF meter, unwrapping it from the cloth, powering it on as he talks.

"So the killer walks in and out of the apartment. No weapons, no prints, nothing" Dean says. "I'm telling you, the minute I found that article. I knew it was our kind of gig" Sam says to them. The EMF meter goes nuts, "I think I agree with you" Y/N says. "You say you talk to the cops?" She asks Dean.

"Uh, yeah. Spoke to Amy, a sweet, perky officer of the law" Dean says smugly, moving around the room with the meter as Sam and Y/N go to the other side with their EMF meters. Y/N rolls her eye at his tone. "Yeah, what'd you find out?" Sam asks him. "Well? She's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila...I mean. Oh and she's got this little tattoo right-"

"Dean!" Sam and Y/N angrily cut him off in unison because he's getting carried away talking about his hookup. "What? Yeah. Uh, nothing we don't already know" He snaps out of his daze, turning around guiltily. "Except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers" He adds. "What?" Y/N asks. "Meredith's heart was missing" He tells them and they turn around shocked.

"Her heart?" Sam asks confused. "Yeah, her heart" Dean confirms. "So what do you think did it to her?" Y/N asks them. "The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?" Dean suggests but Y/N shakes her head. "No, not a werewolf. The lunar cycles not right" She informs them.

"Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace" Sam adds. "So whatre you thinking? Spirit?" Y/N suggests to Sam as Dean looks at the blood stains on the white carpet intensely. It's almost in dots all round. "Maybe" Sam shrugs. "See if you can find any masking tape around" He tells them and they do just that.

Dean takes the masking tape, using it to basically connect the dots on the carpet. Sam and Y/N looks on at the symbol Dean connected using the tape. "Ever seen that symbol before? Cuz I haven't" Sam asks. "Never" Dean says. "Me neither" Y/N adds.

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Y/N's POV

I'm is currently sitting at a table in a bar with my laptop, researching for any possible hit on the symbol Dean conjured up. Sam went to use the bathroom and Dean is currently chatting up a cute bartending that's flashing him her tits. Not shame it in, I've done it many times to get my way. Though I'd prefer her not flash it at Dean.

I've given up on denying my feelings for Dean. I'll admit, I have a crush on him. Fuck, I really like him. And it breaks my heart to know he'll never see me like that. Sure we have our flirty banter, but that's just how Dean is. A flirtatious charming man. Seeing him get tortured by those psycho hillbillies really opened up my eyes.

It freaking hurt like hell to see him get tortured, it felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest and stomped on by Andre the Giant. I gotta sort my feelings out and figure out a way to not let my stupid crush get in the way of hunting with the boys dammit.

At the corner of my eye, I see Sam come back from the bathroom, taking a seat across from me. He opens up the newspaper clippings of Meredith's article of her murder. "Got anything, y/n/n?" He asks me. "I got zilch" I shake my head sighing, looking up from my laptop. My gaze settles on Dean flirting with the bartender, my jaw clenching at the sight as I narrow my eyes at them.

Relax Y/N, he's not your boyfriend nor will he ever be. I remind myself, gripping my beer bottle. "Did you hear me?" Sams voice snaps me out of my trance and I stare back at him confused. "Huh? Uh, yeah....you were talking about that thing" I respond lamely and Sam give me a look that says, 'that's bullshit'.

He looks back at the bar in the direction my gaze was, at the bar where Dean is flirting with the waitress, and turns back to me with a sly smile on his face. "You two are too stubborn for your own good" He tells me, snickering as I sip on my beer. "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask in confusion. "Nothing" He says smugly, giving me a knowing look and I cock my eyebrow at this. Boys, I sigh.

Dean then comes up to the table and sits next to me, "Talked to the bartender" He tells us. "You get anything? Besides her number" Sam says in a dry tone, not looking up from his article. "Guys, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that" Dean says in mock offense, both me and Sam give him a almost exact replica of Sam's classic bitch face saying, "Bullshit" I say in a singsong tone, sipping my beer

"Alright" He grins cheekily, holding up a napkin with a number on it. Me and Sam shake our heads. "You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam scoffs annoyed. "Huh? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here. She waited tables. Everyone here is her friends. They say she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died. So..." Dean lists off defensively.

"What about that symbol. You got anything on it, Princess?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Nope. Nothing, it wasn't even in your dads journals or any of the usual books" I tell him. "So we'll just have to dig a little deeper. I guess" Sam says looking around as Dean looks at the bartenders number and smiles.

"Well, there was a first victim right? Before Meredith?" Dean asks us. "Right, yeah. Uh, his name was...uh...his name was Ben Swardstrom" Sam tells us, pulling out the news paper clipping of his article, handing it to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal, the door was locked, the alarm was on" I explain to him. "Is there any connection between the two of them?" He asks.

"Nothing we can tell. I mean, not yet. At least. Ben was a banker. Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds" Sam says. "So, the recap. The only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartenders phone number" Dean says sarcastically with a smile and I roll my eyes.

"Why don't you do the research huh hotshot, might be stuck on this case by time we're ready to be put in a nursing home if you're the one hitting the books" I tease jokingly and he scoffs in mock offense. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Not all of us are nerds, y/n" He retorts with a wink and I chuckle. We notice Sam looking intently behind Dean and turn back simultaneously to see what he's looking at. "What?" Dean asks Sam.

Sam then gets up and walks away from the table. "Sam?" I call out to him but he approaches a young beautiful blonde short haired girl. "What was that about?" Dean asks confused. "Let's go find out" I say shrugging, finishing my beer. I get up and Dean follows behind. "What about you, Meg? I thought you were going to California" Sam says to the girl, who's name seems to be Meg.

The second we approached her, something about that girl's presence was off. Just the sight of her irritated me, I don't know why but I already don't like her. I could feel a heat rising in my body just looking at her. "Oh, I did. I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh and I met what's his name, something Michael Murray at a bar" She tells Sam proudly, Dean and I look at each other confused at this.

"Who?" Sam asks confused. "It doesn't matter. Anyways the whole scene got old. So I'm living here now" Meg tells him flirtatiously. I notice Dean looking at her up and down and I roll my eyes. I swear this man only thinks with his dick. Dean then clears his throat. "You're from Chicago?" Sam asks her. "No. Massachusetts. Andover" She responds.

"Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other" She said excitedly. "Yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again" Sam says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you were wrong" She responds coyly and I cock my eyebrow at this. Oh she's into Sam, damnnn. Dean clears his throat again, "Dude. Cover your mouth" Meg snaps a bit annoyed and I snicker lightly.

Dean is taken back by this and Sam turns to look at us. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Meg. This is...um.." Sam starts to introduce us and chuckles. "This is my brother, Dean. And my best friend, Y/N" Sam says. "This is Dean and Y/N?" Meg asks him shocked. "Yeah" Sam responds. A smug smile rises on Deans face "So you've heard of me" He says cockily.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you. Nice the way you treat your brother like luggage" She snaps and we're both taken back by this. "Sorry?" I add confused. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do. Stop dragging him over God's green earth. Sounds like his best friend is more supportive than his own brother" She scoffs. "Meg, it's alright" Sam says lowly and she calms down.

Dean then whistles and coughs lightly, "Okay, awkward" I say, me and Dean chuckling awkwardly. "Let's go get a drink, huh Dean?" I say, grabbing Deans arm and dragging him to the bar. Dean gives Sam a confused look before walking behind me. The bitch is lucky I didn't clock her, something about her I didn't like. I can't pinpoint it, she just gave me a bad vibe.

"What a bitch" I scoff, ordering two beers. "The fuck was that about?" Dean says confused as I pay the bartender and take up the beers. "I got no clue, but here" I hand him a beer, "To God's green earth" I put my beer up in a cheer-sing manner, trying to ease the situation and he smiles chuckling. "To God's green earth" He laughs, clicking his bottle with mine before taking a sip along with me.

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After having our beers, Sam finished up his conversation with Meg and we're now all walking out of the bar. "Who the hell was she?" Dean asks him. "I don't really know. I only met her once" Sam tells us. "Meeting up with her again....I don't know, man, it's weird" Sam says. "Well, what was she saying? Huh? That I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitching about me to some chick" Dean asks annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight, when I was in that bus stop in Indiana." Sam apologizes. "But that's not important. Just listen-" Sam tries to talk hit Dean cuts him off. "Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you keeping you will, Sam?" Dean argues. I roll my eyes and give up on keeping quiet.

I step infront of the both of them, "Dude, chill out. Sam was angry and you were angry. You both said shit you didn't mean. I'm pretty sure he doesn't think that, right Sammy?" I turn to Sam and he nods. "Good, so ease this argument, you two sound like an old married couple" I joke and they both laugh. "Thanks y/n. Now would you listen to me?" Sam asks him calmly. "Yeah go on" Dean responds.

"I think there's something strange going on here, Dean" Sam says. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me" Dean says smugly and I shake my head. "Lord" I groan and he snickers. "No, man. I mean like our kind of strange. Like maybe even a lead" Sam says a bit annoyed. "Why do you say that?" I ask Sam.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. Now I run into her in some random Chicago bar. I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's a little weird?" Sam continues but Dean shrugs. "I don't know, random coincidence, it happens" Dean says.

"I don't know man, the second I saw that chick. The second I was in her presence, something was weird about her. Instantly I didn't like her and I don't know why" I agree with Sam. "That doesn't count. You don't like anyone in general" Dean retorts and I laugh. "Shut up but fair point" I snap back as he smirks.

"I get it. Coincidences do happen. But not to us" Sam tries to reason. "Look I could be wrong, I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on" He adds. A smirk rises to Deans face when he says this, "But I bet you'd like to" Dean counters and I roll my eyes at his perverse comment.

Sam turns away holding back a laugh. "Maybe she's not a suspect. Maybe you've got a thing for here, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean pokes fun at Sam, pointing to his head, looking at his crotch and back up at him. A smirk playing on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Christ I need new friends" I mutter to myself, shaking my head, laughing.

"Anyways, Y/N" Sam turns to me, an exasperated look on his face, ignoring Deans comment, making him laugh. "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor" Sam requests of me and I nod obliging.

"What are you gonna do" I ask him. "I'm gonna watch Meg" He says and Dean laughs, "Yeah, you are!" He exclaims proudly. "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry" Sam says defensively. "Alright you little pervert" Dean snickers, making me chuckle. "Dude!" Sam says annoyed. "We're going, come on stud. Let's go" I grab Deans arm, pulling him across the street to the motel.

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Third Person POV

Later, Y/N and Dean are at the motel. He's on the laptop looking into Meg Masters and Y/N is by the window smoking a cigarette after finishing her search of the symbol, finding its origin. "Yahtzee" He exclaims as she takes a drag. "Found her?" She asks him as he takes up his phone. "Yep" He responds, dialing in Sams number.

A few seconds later, "Hey" Sam answers, currently outside of Megs apartment in the Impala. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside of that poor girls apartment, aren't you" Dean calls his brother out on his whereabouts and Y/N snickers, shaking her head. "No....Yes" Sam tries to cover it up but Deans silence makes him confess.

"You got a funny way of showing your affection" Dean teases. "Says you, Mr. I'm In Love With Y/N But Won't Admit It" Sam counters, a smirk on his face. Deans face drops, his heart beating out of his chest. He's too speechless to answer and just clears his throat. "That's what I thought" Sam laughs. "What's he saying?" Y/N asks Dean curiously from across the room after seeing Deans face drop.

Dean just shakes his head, "Nothing important" He tells her quickly, she cocks her eyebrow at his sudden change in tone but ignores it, taking a drag from her cigarette. "You found anything on her or what?" Sam changes the subject. "Sorry man. She checks out. There's a Meg Masters in the Andover phone book. I even pulled up her high school photo" Dean informs him, going back to mocking his brother.

"Now, why don't you go knock on her door and uh invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean says smugly, Y/N huffs a chuckle at his tone. Sam shakes his head ignoring his comment. "What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asks him. "Yeah. And we did have some luck with that. Y/N found out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school. Like 2000 years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva" Dean explains.

"What's a Daeva?" Sam asks in confusion. "Translates to 'demon of darkness'. Zoroastrian demons. And they're savage, animalistic. You know? Nasty attitudes, kind of like demonic pitbull" Dean further explains. "How'd you figure that out?" Sam asks almost impressed. "Give me some credit, man. You and Y/N aren't the only ones paper chasing around here" Dean says smugly, flashing Y/N a wink and she huffs a laugh.

"Bullshit! I'm the one that found it Sam!" She yells from across the room, dusting the ash in the tray. "Oh can it, Princess. I can paper chase too" He huffs jokingly. "Oh yeah? Name the last book you've read" Y/N counters but Dean can't answer. Sam is currently laughing his head off on the other line at their commentary. "Alright, Y/N found it" Dean admits. "Yeah, no kidding" He laughs.

"Alright, heres the thing. These Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean informs him. "So someone's controlling it" Sam says. "Yeah, that's what we're saying. And from what she gathered, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And the arms and the torsos" Dean responds.

"So what do they look like?" Sam asks. "Well, nobody knows. I mean nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia." He informs Sam. "Summoning a demon that ancient. Someone really knows their stuff. I think we got a major player in town" Dean says. Sam sighs at the thought. "Now why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram" Dean teases Sam again.

Y/N chuckles, taking a drag of her cigarette as she shakes her head. "Bite me" Sam retorts dryly. "Bite her. Don't leave teeth marks. Just enough to where-" Dean counters but Sam cuts the phone off mid sentence, annoyed with his brother. "Sam? You-" Dean chuckles, flipping the phone shut. "You love to annoy that kid I swear" Y/N laughs. "It's what siblings are for. Plus, I gotta teach him how to pick women up" He winks at her.

"Yeah, and look where that got you" She snorts. "I got that bartenders number" He says smugly and she rolls her eyes. "I would've gotten it in lesser time" She challenges. His eyes brows raise at her challenge, "Oh yeah? You think you can flirt better than me?" He smirks. "You know damn well I can" She retorts. "I think you're gonna have to remind me. Come on, Princess, show me what you got" He leans back in his chair.

She narrows her eyes at him while taking a drag of her cigarette, contemplating whether or not to accept his challenge. She crushes the burnt out cigarette in the ashtray, not breaking eye contact with him. Deans smirk doesn't falter but his heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile slowly appears on Y/N's face. She struts over to him, her hips swaying as if she were a runway model.

"I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. Deans chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of his chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her eyebrows then scrunch together as if she's confused.

"I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of his cheek. All efforts of Dean playing cool is thrown out the window when she does this. He winces lightly at the contact, which doesn't go unnoticed by Y/N. A smirk rises on her face and she leans to whisper ever so lightly in his right ear, her tone still alluring,

"...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan Dean had to hold back when her lips brushed against his ear was embarrassing. Pulling away slowly, "You were saying, charming?" She teases him, acknowledging his flustered state not before flashing him a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom. Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips.

Dean's POV

I don't allow my smirk to leave my face when she narrows her eyes at me while taking a drag of her cigarette. She then outs the cigarette in the ashtray, blowing the smoke out the window. She doesn't break eye contact with me though I keep my game face on but my heart begins to race like crazy when a seductive smile takes over her face, a siren-like look in her eyes. I'm beginning to feel as though a whole damn zoo appeared in my stomach.

Her hips sway as she walks towards me. Holy fuck, it drives me crazy when she does that. "I was wondering if you're an artist, because you were so good at drawing me in with those eyes" She says in a sultry tone. My chest begins to heave when Y/N rests both her hands on the sides of my chair, the corner of her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Her eyebrows then scrunch together in that cute way she unconsciously does it whenever she's focusing on something or is confused. "I think there's something in them..." She says lowly, placing her right hand gently on the left side of my cheek. The wince that left my throat was involuntarily and I try to play it off by pretending to clear my throat. But a smirk rises on her face, so I'm pretty sure she noticed it.

She leans, her lips brushing lightly against my right ear, her tone still alluring, "...no wait, it just a sparkle". The moan I had to hold back was embarrassing. It took all the power in me not to pull her onto my lap and kiss her like a starving man. She pulls away slowly, her faces inches away from mine. "You were saying, charming?" She teases me, acknowledging my flustered state not before flashing me a wink and getting back up to walk to the bathroom.

Making sure to add an extra sway to her hips. The blush that I was holding back creeps up my neck as soon as she closes the door behind her. Not a soul on this earth has made me blush before but the power this woman has over me. The effect this God given woman has on me is deadly. I'd give her the last slice of pie just to see a smile on her beautiful face. Screw this, I'm done denying my feelings for her.

I'm in love with Y/N L/N.

THERE. I said it. Oh Sammy is gonna have a field day if I ever admit that to him. I need to sort this out, because I'm sure Y/N would never feel the same way about me. Hell, her dad might kill me if he even knew I was remotely attracted to her. Sure we flirt here and there, but she's naturally a kind, friendly person. I need to sort this out so it won't get in the way of our friendship. I can't lose her. I won't.

Y/N's POV

I close the bathroom door behind me, allowing the confident facade I put on when I was flirting with Dean to wash right off of me. The blush that rose to my face was fucking explosive. I turn the pipe on by the bathroom sink and splash some water over my face to cool myself down.

I take a deep breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm used to flirting with people causally but I've never gotten so heated over an exchange. I need to get ahold of myself, dear god. I'm turning into a puddle by Dean just looking at me. The way he seemed so into it when I was flirting with him gave me a sense of hope that he might be into me too.

But if he was into me, it wouldn't be the way I'm into him, I'm sure of it. Realization dawns on me when I take in my inner monologue. Holy shit.

I'm in love with Dean Winchester.

I can't let my feelings fuck up our friendship. Or fuck up me and Sam's. I can't lose him. I won't.

After recollecting myself, I walk outside the bathroom into the room. Dean is on a phone call but he looks up at me, the phone to his ear with a slight tinge of pink on his face. I flash him a quick wink before going back to my book that I was reading earlier.

Not too long after, Sam enters the motel room in a hurry. "Dude, I gotta talk to you" We all say in unison since me and Dean had some information.

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"So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva" Dean says in shock after Sam explained to us what he saw after following Meg. "I knew there had to be a reason I didn't like that chick" I say shaking my head. "Yeah. Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing" Sam tells us. "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl" Dean teases his brother chuckling light, raising his eyebrows as Sam rolls his eyes.

"Now what's the deal with that bowl again?" I ask Sam. "She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone" Sam explains. "With who? With the Daeva?" Dean asks but Sam shakes his head. "No, you guys said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone...who's coming to that warehouse." Sam says.

Me and Dean share a look when he says this, going over to the table we were seated at earlier. "Holy crap" I mutter in realization, handing Dean the paper I picked up for him to look at. His reaction replicates mine, "What?" Sam asks us confused. "What were we're gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my-" He begins to say, looking at me with a twinge of guilt? Before clearing his throat and continuing.

"My friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time" Dean tells him. "What?" Sam asks, coming next to me to look at the files. "The, uh, first victim, the old man, he spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born" I show Sam and his face contort to one of shock.

"Lawrence, Kansas" He breathes out. "Mm-hm" Dean responds as I take out Meredith's file. "And Meredith, the second victim? Turns out she was adopted. Guess where she's from" I explain, showing him the adoption records of Meredith, underneath her name is Lawrence Kansas. Sam pulls a chair and takes a seat next to me, processing the new information.

"Holy crap" He says in shock. "Yeah" Dean says. "I mean. It is where the demon killed our moms. It's where everything started." Sam says looking at us. "So you think Megs tied up with the demon?" I ask them. "I think it's a possibility" Dean says shrugging. "But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam says confused.

"Beats us" I say sighing. "I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg and have ourselves an interrogation" Dean says but Sam shakes his head. "No. We can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We gotta see who...or what is showing up to meet her" Sam says as we nod agreeing.

"I'll tell you fellas one thing. I don't think we should do this alone" I say to them honestly, giving them a knowing look.

Later, Dean is trying to call his dad while I'm trying to call mine but both keep going to voicemail. "We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom and Mrs. L/N. So...uh. This warehouse, it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can" Dean speaks into John's voicemail, flipping his phone shut.

'This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right now so you can call my daughter. Y/N at (your phone number). Have a good day' BEEP.

I sigh when I hear the beep. "Daddy? It's Y/N. Um, I'm sure you're with Mr. Winchester and he's probably filled you in on what's going on up in Chicago." I say, clearing my throat as the lump starts to build up. Sam enters the motel room as I speak into the voicemail. "Uh, look. It's really important, and we could use the both of your help. Please, we need you" I plead.

When I turn around I see a look of pity on Deans face. So I clear my throat, "Okay, I hope to see you. Love you" I say quickly before hanging up. "They'll be here eventually Princess" Dean assures me and I scoff. "Yeah, sure" I say ironically. "Voicemail?" Sam asks us. "Yeah" me and Dean respond.

Sam then rests down a heavy ass bag behind us. "Jeez. What's you get?" I ask him as he groans, cracking his shoulder chuckling. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of. Exorcism rituals from about half dozen religions." He lists off as he go through the bag. "I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" He says ironically.

Me and Dean share a look, biting back smiles. Dean then takes out the shotgun, I pull out the ammo, he gestures for me to throw him one. I throw one quickly, which he catches. I pull out the pistol and Sam pulls out the ammo for it, we do the same exchange me and Dean did.

"Big night, fellas" I say. "Yeah" Sam says a bit gloomy. "Nervous?" Sam asks us. "No. No. Are you two?" Dean denies but I call bullshit. "No. No way" Sam says shaking his head. "You two.." I say plainly, cocking my pistol. "...are terrible liars" I shake my head, putting the gun in the back of my pants. They shake their heads in amusement at my tone.

"It's okay to be nervous fellas. I mean, this is the thing that took our families away from us. It deserves to be put down" I say firmly and they nod. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon? Sam says. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, alright" Dean chuckles. "I know, I'm just saying, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight?" Sam asks hypothetical.

"Man, I'd sleep for a month" I say humorously, chuckling lightly. "A month? I'm taking the whole damn year" Sam retorts chuckling like me. "Fuck, I'd go back to school. Be a person again" I look up at Dean when Sam said this, his mood instantly went cold. "You wanna go back to school?" Dean asks a little surprised. "Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing" Sam admits, cocking his gun.

"Huh" Dean mutters and I internally sigh. Oh boy, here we go. "Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Sam asks defensively, noticing Deans mood shift. "No. No. It's great. Good for you" Dean denies, shaking his head. "I mean. What are you two gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asks us. "It's never gonna be over" Dean says bluntly.

"There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt" Dean says. "Buts there's gotta be something you want for yourself. Don't you want something more, Y/N?" He asks the both of us and I shrug. "Yeah I don't want you to leave the second this things over, Sam" Dean snaps, turning around and going over to the dresser.

"Dude, what's your problem?" I ask him calmly. Dean leans on the dresser, chuckling humorlessly. "Why do you think I drag you two everywhere? Huh?" He asks us rhetorically. "I mean. Why do you think I called you and asked you to come?" He turns to me, then turns to Sam. "Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?". A genuine look of sorrow on his face.

"Because Dad was in trouble. And now so is Mr. L/N. Because you wanted to find the thing that killed our moms" Sam answers. "Yes! That, but it's more than that, guys" He bellows, turning away from us. My heart begins to hurt because he would only do that if he was tearing up. "Dean..." I say lightly. He then turns to us, "The three of us, Dad, F/N. I mean, I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again" He says honestly, his voice cracking.

This makes my heart drop and now I feel bad because as much as I missed the boys, growing up, we didn't really have it easy with our dads. Dean took most of the heat but he's grown used to it and that just makes it worse. He didn't deserve that, none of us did. No child deserves that.

Tears start to well up in Sam's eyes, "Dean, we are a family. If do anything for you two." Sam assured him gently, our faces soften at his words. "But things will never be the way they were before" Sam adds and I could practically see Deans heart break. "Could be" He says with a sad smile. "I don't want them to be" Sam says honestly and now my heart breaks.

"I'm not gonna live this life forever" He admits tearfully. "Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way" Sam says softly but Dean doesn't respond, he just has a look of anguish in his eyes.

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Later, the boys and I go to the warehouse Sam followed Meg too and we climb up the shaft of the side of the building. Currently, Meg is inside on the highest floor, chanting Latin in-front of a black altar. Sam pulls himself up into the side opening, then Dean and I follow behind. We creep around the side slowly and quietly, while Sam and I aim our guns at her.

Her back is turnt to us, so she doesn't notice us behind her. We move quietly around the side where a bunch of wooden crates are stacked and crouch behind them. Dean the pulls out two shotguns. Handing them to us, taking our pistols and putting it in the duffel he was carrying.

Suddenly, "Guys. Hidings a little bit childish, don't you think" Meg says causally, catching us in the act. It nearly scared me shitless. The boys and I share a look of confusion. "Well that didn't work out like I'd planned" Dean says ironically. Meg then turns to us behind the crates, "Why don't you come out?" She says and we all slowly get up from our crouching positions.

Cocking our shotguns at her, we slowly approach her. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship" She says with a smirk. "Yeah, tell me about it" Sam retorts angrily, the grin on her face growing. "So, where's your little Daeva friend?" I grit my teeth at her.

"Around" She puts it vaguely. "And that shotguns not gonna do much good" She says cockily. "Well, don't worry sweetheart, shotguns not for the demon" Dean smirks. "So who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asks her, narrowing his eyes at her. "You" She says plainly, a smile on her face.

That's when I feel the chills at the back of my neck again, this time, it's paired with the heated sensation I felt when I first saw Meg, only more intense. Fuck it was a trap. I should've known dammit. The suddenly, a force knocks the shotgun out of Sams hand in a flash, throwing him harshly to the ground and scratching him across his face.

"Sam!" Me and Dean yell. Before me and Dean could react, it knocks out shotguns out of our hands and then throws me into the wall and Dean into the stack of crates. We don't get much time to recover, head starts to feel fuzzy and the room starts to spin and that's when my body finally gives in, everything turning dark.

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Third Person POV

Y/N stirs awake after being knocked out, the three now tied to posts with rope. "You okay princess?" Dean asks Y/N, blood dripping down his face and the side of his head. She nods weakly, "I'm fine, charming. Just a little tied up" She says ironically, making Dean snort. A scratch, similar to Sam's, on her neck and one on her chest, right over her right boob.

She looks down at it and groans, "Seriously, why do they always go for the boob?!" She exclaims. She sees a slight smirk raise on Deans face from the corner of her eye and her gaze snaps over to him. "Not a word, Winchester" She growls and he chuckles lightly. "I didn't say anything" He says defensively.

"You two are fucking annoying" Meg groans as she enters the room. "Oh yeah, you should see me drunk. You'd love me" Dean retorts as Sam stirs awake. Meg stares right at Sam as he groans. "Hey, Sam?" Y/N calls out for Sam and he turns to her. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch" Y/N spits bitterly, turning to Meg.

"This...the whole thing was trap" Sam clenches his jaw as Meg grins at him. "Running into you at the bar. Following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set up, wasn't it?" Sam says as Meg chuckles darkly. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" He add. "Doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all" She smiles wickedly.

"You killed those two people for nothing!" Y/N snaps. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less" Meg counters with a smile. Y/N glares at her, pure hatred in her eyes. The boy's expression mirrors hers. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already" Dean pokes at her.

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She says vaguely, a look of confusion covering the three hunters face. Meg then leads forward, "This trap isn't for you" She smirks and realization dawns on Sam and Y/N. "No.." Y/N whispers, her breathing quickening. "Our dads" Sam says lowly.

"It's a trap for our dads" Y/N says and Dean looks over at Meg who has a smirk on her face. Confirming it. Dean then chuckles, "Well, sweetheart, you're dumber than you look." He ridicules her. "Cuz even if they were in town, which they're not. They wouldn't walk into something like this, they're too good" Dean brags.

"They are pretty good. I'll give you that." Meh agrees, getting up from the table she was sitting on. She moves closer to Dean, pulling down his legs, she crouches infront from of him. "But you see, they have one weakness" She says, pulling his collar. "What's that?" Dean asks.

"You" She responds as if it's obvious. "They let their guards down around their children. Let their emotions cloud their judgements" She says darkly. Sam and Y/N clench their jaws at the thought. "I happen to know they are in town. And they'll come and try to save you" Meg says smugly.

"And then the Daevas will kill everybody, nice and slow and messy" She says morbidly. Looking over at Sam and Y/N with a smirk. "Well, I got news for you. It's gonna take a lot more than some shadow to kill them" Y/N counters. "Oh, the Daevas are in the room here. They're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see" Meg says smugly, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Meg?" Sam asks her. "What kind of deal have you got worked out here, huh? And with you?" Y/N adds. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do." Meg snaps. "Loyalty. Love." She adds. "Like the love you have for Mommy" She mocks Y/N who's glaring at her. She then turns to Sam with a smirk. "And Jess"

"Go to hell" Sam grits his teeth, his nostrils glaring in anger. "Baby, I'm already there" Meg smiles darkly. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawls over to Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty" She says in a sultry tone. She then throws her leg over his lap, straddling him. Leaning in towards his ear to whisper, "I think we both know...how you really feel about me" She says lowly, sam groans in pain and disgust, wrenching in misery.

"You know, I saw you watching me....changing in my apartment" She teases him and Deans eyebrow cocks up at this. "It turned you on, didn't it?" Megs tone is alluring in Sams ear. "Get a room you two" Dean groans in disgust. "I'll get one for me and Sam and you can get one for you and Y/N" She retorts at him with a wink. Y/N nostrils flare in anger, her chest heaving.

"Screw you bitch!" She snaps. "I'll let Dean do that for you" She laughs manically. Deans too stunned by the banter to say anything. Speechless. "I didn't mind, baby. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun" She whispers again in Sams ear, licking it and kissing his neck.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now" Sam says in a low tone, smirking at Meg who smiles widely. Going back to kissing his neck. That's when she hears a metal clinking on the ground. Her gaze snaps over to Dean and she gets off of Sam. Going behind the pillar that Deans tied up against to see a knife in his hand that he's trying to hide.

She then takes it out and throws it across the room. Moving over to Dean who has a smug smile on his face. She then crawls back over to Sam, "Now, were you just trying to distract while your brother cuts free" She says in a low tone, straddling Sam again. "No. No" He says lowly, shaking his head.

"It was because I have a knife of my own" Y/N chimes in, bursting out of the rope. She springs to her feet and kicks Meg straight across the face with her combat boots, HARD. "Y/N! Get the alter" Dean tells her urgently as Meg groans in pain on the floor. Y/N nods and goes over to the table with the alter, tipping it over and destroying it.

Meg gasps in terror as the shadows of the Daevas begin dragging her to the window at the edge of the building. "Nooo! NOOO!!" She screams for misery, only to plummet to her death off the building screaming. Y/N quickly grabs the knife she used to cut herself free, going over to Dean cutting him free, helping him up then doing the same for Sam.

They look at each other in terror at what they just witnessed. Going over to the now broken window to see Meg, at least 10 stories down, dead. "So I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around" Y/N says ironically. "I guess not" Dean agrees. "Hey Sam?" Dean says.

"Hmm?" Sam replies.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?" Dean says sarcastically, a smirk on his face. Y/N snickers at the comment, tapping Sam on his shoulder who has his classic bitchface on.

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The trio are now walking down the hall of the motel to get back to their motel room. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks Sam who's carrying the bag of weapons as Y/N digs into her pocket for the room key. "I said it before and I'll say it again: Better safe that sorry" He retorts, looking back as Y/N puts the key in, unlocking their room door.

As soon as they enter, they see the shadows of two men in their room. "Hey!" Dean yells, turning on the light. The two men then turn around with sad smiles on their faces revealing themselves to be, John Winchester and F/N L/N. Their fathers. The boys and Y/N are stunned. "Daddy? Mr. Winchester?" Y/N says in disbelief. "Hey kids" John says lightly.

Sam and Y/N have tears brimming in their eyes. Dean instantly goes over and hugs his father tightly. Y/N is stuck in place, unsure what to do. "You're not gonna give your old man a hug?" F/N says jokingly, opening his arms. Y/N chuckles a bit, sniffling on her tears. She walks over and wraps her hands tightly around her father, melting into his hug. "I missed you, daddy" She says sniffling.

Happy to finally give her father the hug she was longing to give him since they say he disappeared. "I missed you too, baby" He responds just as tearful, kissing his daughter's forehead as they embrace. Dean and Y/N let go of their fathers hugs about the same time, switching. "How are you sweetheart?" John asks Y/N as they embrace. "I've been better, Mr. Winchester" She responds lightly.

"And you, son?" F/N asks Dean. "Same ole, same ole" Dean answers in the same tone. Meanwhile, Sam is unsure whether to hug his dad or not. He approaches them, resting his bag of weapons on the ground. "Hi, Sam" John says to his younger son, a smile on his face."Hey, Dad" Sam says wearily. "Mr. L/N" Sam nods kurtly at F/N, giving him a tight smile. "Sam" F/N replies with a nod.

"It was a trap. I didn't know. I'm sorry" Dean apologizes to John and F/N for being lured into Megs trap. They both nod, "It's alright. We thought it might have been" John assures him. "You guys were there?" Dean asks them. "Yeah, we got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive" F/N informs them and they all look at each other guilty.

"She was the bad guy right?" He asks them. "Yes, sir" The three young hunters respond to F/N firmly in unison. "Well, it doesn't surprise me. It tried to stop us before." John tells them and Sam looks surprised. "The demon has?" He asks them. "It knows we're close. It knows we're gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it" F/N says to them.

They're all confused but nod listening to him. "How?" Y/N asks confused. John smiles, the smile reminding her of Deans when he has a plan in mind, and shares a look with F/N. "We're working on that" John responds. Dean and Y/N have a soft smile on their faces at this. "Well, let us come with you. We'll help" Sam i insists. Y/N nods agreeing.

Dean looks at his brother and y/n, a pained look on his face. "No, son. Not yet" F/N says gently. "Listen, try to understand....this demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you kids caught in the cross fire or getting hurt" John tries to reason. "You guys don't have to worry about us" Y/N assure them and F/N sighs.

"Of course we do. We're your fathers" F/N says, his voice cracking. John then looks over at Sam, guilt on his face. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together we had one hell off a fight" John begins. "Yes sir" Sam responds firmly. "It's good to see you again." John says with a sad smile. Sams tears running down his face. They then embrace in a tight tearful hug.

Y/N felt a happy to see them reunite, her heart swelling in joy. F/N looks over at his daughter, the guilt of their last encounter on his mind. "Y/N/N, I'm sorry" He says genuinely. Y/N's gaze snaps to her father in shock, "Well I'll be damned, I never thought I'd hear those words leave your mouth" She scoffs, chuckling humorlessly, tears forming again in her eyes.

"And you'll never hear it again" F/N jokes in effort to make Y/N laugh. She lets out a gentle laugh. They embrace again in a hug. Even Dean is shocked to hear her father apologize. "You'll always be my baby" He says to her wholeheartedly, she has to hold back a sob when he says this, her heart aching. "I know" She responds sniffling, finally getting some kind of closure, her heart swells.

As they all let go of the hug, the hunters look at each other tearfully and then a force suddenly throws F/N and John across the room. "Dad!" Y/N yells. Only to be tackled herself and thrown to the floor along with Sam, groaning in pain. "No!!!" Dean screams, now throwing across the next side of the room and clawed on his forehead.

Meanwhile outside the motel building, Meg, who they thought to be dead, is controlling the Daevas with a talisman, a dark bring on her face.

F/N and John scream in pain as the Daevas dig into their skins torturously, clawing at them. Their blood splattering. Sam runs over to his bag with weapons, pulling out a flare. "Shut your eyes!" He tells them. "These things are shadow demons. So let's light them up!" He then pulls the flare, lighting it aflame and throws it in the middle of the room as they all shield their eyes.

They all cough from smoke, Sam grabs the bag of weapons and make way to the exit. "Dad! John! Over here" Y/N yells. They help their fathers up, Dean wraps Johns arm around his shoulder and Y/N does the same with F/N. Sam holds the door open and they make way through it quickly.

They all exit the motel building as they help their fathers out and make way to the Impala around the side of the carpark. "Alright, come on. We don't have much time" Sam says urgently, opening the backseat door and throwing the bag inside. "As soon as the flares out, they'll be back" Y/N says as F/N and John lean against the Impala, trying to catch their breaths.

"No. Wait, wait!" Dean says and the two look at him confused. "Guys, wait" He breathes out heavily, looking at John and F/N. "You guys can't come with us" Dean says, his heart aching just to say that. "What?!" Sam and Y/N say in confusion. "What're you talking about?" Sam asks his brother tearfully.

"You kids, you're beat to hell" F/N says, shaking his head. "You need us!" John remarks. "We'll be alright!" Dean snaps, giving them a look. "Dean. We're should stick together! We'll go after this demon, together!" Y/N exclaims frustrated. "Princess, listen to me!" Dean bellows a little to get her attention, her mouth snaps shut at his tone.

"Look guys, we almost we almost got Dad and Mr. L/N killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop." Dean tries to reason with Sam and Y/N. "They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to them. I mean. Meg was right. They're vulnerable when they're with us" Dean tries to explain.

"They're stronger without us around" Dean admits. John and F/N have guilty looks on their faces when Y/N looks over at them. Realization dawning on her, she felt idiotic that she didn't notice of it before, allowing her emotions to cloud her judgments.

Sam shakes his head, not wanting to accept it. "Dad, F/N. No" Sam pleads, putting his hands on his fathers shoulder. "After everything" He then puts his hand on F/N's shoulder. The two, holding on Sams wrists. "After all the time we spent looking for you guys. Please. I gotta be apart of this fight" Sam begs them. "Son, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play" F/N tells him firmly, looking at his daughter and Dean.

"But for now, you gotta trust me, Sammy." John says to his son firmly. Sam looks at him in disbelief, crying at the thought. "He's right, Sam." Y/N says sadly, her voice cracking. Sam turns to her with tears running down his face. She looks at Dean who is crying himself, her heart breaking at the sight. "You gotta let them go. We all do" She sobs shaking her head. Sam holds back his sniffles, nodding painfully.

Taking his hand off John and F/N's shoulder. They walk between the three and head over to F/N's 1986 step-side GMC Sierra Grande. John opens the passenger as F/N opens the drivers side. “Be careful, kids” John says with a sad smile. “Love you, y/n/n. You too, boys.” F/N says sadly before jumping into the truck, along with John. Sam and Dean nod sadly,

“Love you too, daddy” Y/N says weakly, clutching her scratch on her arm inflicted by the Daeva. “Come on” Dean says to them, jumping in the drivers seat. Y/N gets in the back while Sam goes over to the passenger side as F/N starts the truck, driving off. The three look at them driving away tearfully before sharing a sad look.

Dean then starts the Impala and backs out of lot, going the other direction. Meg emerges from the side of the building, glaring at the Impala that’s driving away. The three unaware of her still being alive.

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Authors Note: This chapter is unedited so please excuse the mistakes. Hope you guys liked this chapter and it’s bitter sweet end! I’m excited to to the next episode because it’s very funny (iykyk) lol.

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I'M LOVING THE SERIES REWRITE!

Y/N is so cool and fun !

NGL the fact she seems into women as well had me flying, partly because I'm Bi, and it's so nice to see representation, partly because it adds layers to her and Dean relationship, and let's be real it's fun to see that Dean is not the only one getting the ladiesss (competition and jealousy are fun to read lol)

So thank you for sharing!

Sending lots of love❤️

Thank youuuu!!🫶I am also bi and I’ve added bits and pieces of my personality to y/n so i appreciate this soooo much😘there’s more jealously and competition to come girl dw. Stay tuned xoxo❤️

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Not a chapter update but just a fun fact about me when it comes to Supernatural. I had been dodging watching it for YEARS because of how long it was. I watched like 5 mins of the first episode around 2018ish? Season 14 had just started and a school friend of mine recommended it. I was like, “14 SEASONS?!?? NO THANK YOU” XD. The only show that I cared to be up to date with at that time was Criminal Minds lol.

I completely abandoned the idea of watching Supernatural. So last year, around March. Your girl had no will to live because she was unemployed and depressed (doing better now<3). So I was like, “I’ve been seeing this damn show for YEARS. I might as well watch it before I die”………I’m now writing fan fic about them😭And that’s a BIG thing for me because I’m also a Directioner (even got a tat dedicated to Harry so that goes to show) and I neverrrr wrote fan fic of them though.

The tears I have shed, the heartache I’ve been through. It was like I knew these people personally. I have loved shows in the past, but none can compare to the way I love Supernatural🫶My boyfriend has to hear endlessly about how I’d leave him for Dean in a heartbeat. And you know what? He doesn’t blame me cuz he would too🤣

Mind you, I’ve watched The Vampire Diaries and The Originals first. So when people used to compare The Salvatores to The Winchester and say “Sam and Dean solo” I was genuinely like HOW the fuck could these HUMANS take on THEEEE SALVATORES??? 15 seasons later…..I know my boys could take on the fucking Mikaelsons. Light work💀

I was all Team Salvatore. Now it’s Damon who?😂😂😂I still love Damon but not as much as I love Dean. I also fully believe that any Damon girls are Dean girls and any Sam girls are Stefan girls. I don’t make the rules lol.

But yeahhhh, that’s my little fun fact about myself. Sorry for making this so long, a new chapter will be out and thank you for reading if you did.

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Hello! I want to say I love your Supernatural series rewrite and I'm looking forward to future updates (no pressure though!) My question is until what season can you write?

Hiii, omg thank you so much!!!🥹🫶I am planning on doing the whole series. Up until season 15. I can’t waittt to put out more chapters because I have so much planned for Y/N’s story☺️

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

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Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist by @dianawinchester03

In this rewrite of CW's hit TV Show 'Supernatural'.

Y/N L/N is a longtime friend of the notorious Winchester Brothers, coming from a long line of hunters herself. Growing up with them, their fathers had a goal of avenging their wives deaths. Currently on her own hunting, much to her own fathers demise, she gets a call from her childhood crush, Dean Winchester. Notifying her of his fathers disappearance, will she join the brothers on the hunt to find their father? And will she resolve her relationship with her own?

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Season One (ongoing)

Prologue - Enter Y/N L/N

Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot

Season 1, Episode 2 - Wendigo

Season 1, Episode 3 - Dead in Water

Season 1, Episode 4 - Phantom Traveler

Season 1, Episode 5 - Bloody Mary

Season 1, Episode 6 - Skin

Season 1, Episode 7 - Hook Man

Season 1, Episode 8 - Bugs

Season 1, Episode 9 - Home

Season 1, Episode 10 - Asylum

Season 1, Episode 11 - Scarecrow

Season 1, Episode 12 - Faith

Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666

Season 1, Episode 14 - Nightmare

Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders

Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Season 1, Episode 17 - Hell House

Season 1, Episode 18 - Something Wicked

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Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Hibbing, Michigan

"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again" A woman says to the three hunters posing as state police, who's neighbor had been kidnapped in Hibbing, Michigan. "The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true" She says gesturing to her son who claimed to have witnessed the bizarre kidnapping of the man.

"Mrs. McKay...." Sam begins with an apologetic tone as the three take their hats off, dressed in state police uniforms. "...we know you spoke with local authorities..." He tells her but Dean cuts in. "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police. So..." Dean says calmly. Y/N looks over at the woman's son with a sweet smile on her face.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw" She says encouraging. The young boy nods with a terrified look on his face and begins to explain, "I was up late watching TV...when I heard this weird noise." He says cringing a bit. "What did it sound like?" Sam asks. "It sounded like a monster." Evan says and the three share a look.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV" His mother says, rolling her eyes. "Um....Godzilla vs Mothra" Evan answers gulping. Dean chuckles at the answer while Sam and Y/N smile in reminiscence of memories watching that movie with Dean growing up. "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. So much better than the original, huh?" Dean says smiling.

"Totally" Evan agrees with a heartfelt smile. "Yeah" Dean nods, looking over at Y/N at Sam, "They like the remake" He whispers to Evan who cringes in disgust, Y/N rolls her eyes at Deans childishness. "Yuck" Evan groans while Dean nods in agreement. Sam clears his throat disapproval and Deans face drop, realizing he strayed from topic.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" Y/N asks the young boy gently. "No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car" Evan insists. "Then what?" Sam asks and he sighs. "It took him away" He says, looking outside terrified. "I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound" He further explains as Dean takes note of this on his pad.

"What did it sound like, Evan?" Y/N asks him. "Like this, whining growl" He answers, thinking back to that night. The three look at each other before nodding, indicating they got enough information. "Thanks for you time" Sam says kindly to Evans mother and the three leave, making their way back to their motel.

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Later that night, the three hunters are at a local bar, Dean playing darts while Sam and Y/N are at the table right next to him doing their research. "So the local police have not ruled out foul play. Apparently, there were signs of a struggle" Y/N tells the boys as she flicks the ash of her cigarette into the ashtray.

"You know, they could be right. It could just be a kidnapping" Dean suggests as he aims his dart at the board. "Maybe this isn't our kind of gig" He suggests, throwing the dart. "Yeah, maybe not" Sam agrees and Y/N nods, taking a drag from her cigarette. Sam then shows her Johns journal and points to a location. "Except for this. Your dad marked the area, Dean" She says, tapping the book.

This draws their attention and Dean stops throwing his darts and walks up to see the journal. "Possible hunting grounds for a phantom attacker" She says. "Why would he even do that?" Dean asks, picking up his beer and sipping it. "Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people, then vanishes" Sam explains.

"He found this too: This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere in the state" Y/N tells them, flicking her ash into the tray. "That is weird" Dean agrees, walking back to play darts. "Yeah" Sam and Y/N say in unison. "But don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot" Dean points out.

"Well, they're all kinds, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime" Sam explains as Y/N crushes her now finished cigarette bud in the ashtray, outing it. Dean goes and pulls the darts off the wall, walking back towards them. "Look, fellas. I don't know if this is our kind of gig either-" Y/N goes to say but Dean cuts her off in agreement.

"Yeah you're right. We should ask around more tomorrow" Dean agrees, going back to throwing the dart. "Right" Sam sighs. "I saw a motel about five miles back" Sam goes to say, suggesting they shack up. "Woah, woah, easy. Let's have another round" Dean says defensively. "We should get an early start" Sam says, shaking his head. "You really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma?" Y/N snickers sarcastically, sipping her beer.

Sam gives her a look and she sighs knowing he's right while Dean shakes his head, "Alright. I'll meet you guys outside. I gotta powder my nose" Y/N says, picking up her jacket. "I'll wait on you" Dean calls out to her. "Okay!" She responds, going into the bathroom. His eyes trail up and down her body as she walks away, the little sway to her hips seeing as she's clearly a little tipsy.

A blush rises to his face when he realizes he's staring at her, clearing his throat he takes a sip of his beer.

Meanwhile Sam walk out of the bar and approaches the Impala but some rustling nearby draws his attention, he looks around suspiciously and rests Johns journal down on the hood of the Impala. Taking out his flashlight, he turns it on and shines it around the parking lot.

He then kneels down to shine it under the car, only to be frightened by a stray cat underneath that screeches at him. He screams, chuckling to himself in embarrassment after the cat runs away. Getting back up, he dusts his hands off.

Dean and Y/N exit the bar, flirtatiously arguing, "You took forever in there, Princess. Did you drink a whole gallon of beer?" He teases her. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You try peeing in a crusty ass bars bathroom as a woman and then complain to me" She retorts back huffing. Dean chuckles nudging her a bit as they walk to the car jokingly.

She nudges him back, sticking her hands in her jacket pocket, hiding the blush that's taking over her face but Dean notices it, satisfied he made her laugh. They approach the Impala, John's journal on the hood and no sign of Sam. They share a puzzled look and Y/N goes to the passenger seat, opening the door. The car empty.

"He's not here" Y/N tells Dean, panicked. They look around the parking lot, no sign of him. A group of people exit the bar and they rush over to them. "Hey, hey. Have you guys been outside around here in, like, the last hour or so?" Dean asks the couple and they shake their heads.

"Sam!" Y/N calls out for him in the parking lot, her voice laced with concern. "Sammy?!" Dean and Y/N call out in unison but no answer. Y/N then looks up and sees a highway security camera above. "Dean, look" She draws his attention to the camera, pointing to it.

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The next morning, the two have gotten little to no sleep. They're now at a local Sheriffs Department. "So, what can I do for you. Officer Washington and Wilcox?" The deputy that they introduced themselves to as state police asks them. "We're working a missing persons" Y/N informs the woman. "I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police" She says.

"Uh, no. No. This is someone else. Actually, it's my cousin" Dean informs her. "We all were having a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And we haven't seen him since" He further explains. "Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" The officer questions. "Sam? Two beers and he's doing karaoke" Y/N jokes, making Dean chuckle a bit.

The officer also laughs lightly, "He wasn't drunk. He was taken" Dean tells her and she nods. "Alright, what's his name?" She asks them, going over to her computer. They follow behind. "Winchester. Sam Winchester" Y/N tells her. "Like the rifle?" She asks, sitting my down at her desk. "Like the rifle" Dean nods, taking a seat, Y/N sitting next to him.

The woman types in his name and waits for it to load. She then clicks on a file, "Samuel Winchester. So you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis..." She begins and the two hunters share a look of panic. "...and was suspected of murder" The officers eyebrows shoot up at this, looking over at the two.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family" Dean covers. "Handsome, though" He adds cockily, Y/N rolls her eyes and scoffs at this. "Uh-huh" The officer responds dryly, typing on her computer. "Please, the guy was a cocky shit" Y/N chimes in, Dean shoots her a glare while she gives him a cheeky smile.

Her smile making his heart beat twice as fast. "Well, he's not showing up in any current field reports" The officer notifies them. "Oh, we already have a lead. We saw a surveillance camera out by the highway" He tells her. "Uh-huh. County traffic cam?" She asks. "Right. Yeah. We're thinking the camera picked up whatever took him...Or whoever" Y/N says.

"Well, I have access to the cam footage down at the County Works Department. But...well, in the meantime, let's do this the right way" The officer says, getting up to give them a report paper. "Why don't you two fill out a missing persons report.." She begins, the two share a look of unease and impatience.

Y/N gets up and takes it from her, "...and sit tight over here?" The officer says and Y/N sighs. "Officer, look, uh, he's my partners family. Basically mine too" She begins. "And I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you" Dean pleads. The officer understand but shakes her head, "I'm sorry, I can't do that" She says.

They look down disappointedly "Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of them come back?" Y/N asks hopefully. The officer looks down and doesn't answer. "Sams my responsibility. And he's coming back. We're bringing him back" Dean says determined. Y/N heart aches, knowing that Sam going missing is definitely taking a toll on Dean.

Hell, she's worried off her ass, she can't imagine how Dean must feel. Deans probably blaming himself and he definitely is. Y/N knows he is because of his nature to protect and if shit it's the fan, he carries the guilt even if it wasn't his to hold.

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In an unknown location, Sam's eyes flutter open to a bright light shining in his face, he gasps jumping awake when he notice he's locked in a cage what seems to be made up of metal. It seems to be a barn of some sort hes in. Sam tries to stand up but he can only make it halfway up because it's so cramped in here.

He tries to push the cage open, rattling at the bars but it's locked. His eyes shift next to him to see another person, in a cage, unconscious and locked up. Sam assumes he's dead and sighs painfully. The light from the sun in the cracks in the wall of the barn. His chest heaving in fear.

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"Greg, Alex. I think we got something" Kathleen, the deputy, calls out to Dean and Y/N who are sitting on a park bench, outside of the County Works Department after convincing her to let them tag along. They stand up quickly and the officer hands the papers to Y/N, Dean peers over her shoulder looking at the images.

"These traffic camera take an image every three seconds. It's part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time your cousin Sam disappeared" Kathleen explains but they're all just pictures of cars heading down the highway. "This really isn't what we're looking for" Dean says as Y/N flips through the papers.

"Just wait, wait. Next one" She tells them and Y/N flips the page. The image of an old van infront of the bar. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of the thing" She informs them, pointing to the picture. Their eyebrows quirk up, "Now look at the plates" Kathleen instructs and Y/N flips to the other page.

The van was old and the plates were shiny. "The plates look new. It was probably stolen" Y/N points out. "So whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved" Kathleen says, sure of her assumption. The screeching of an old engine from a van driving by surprises the two hunters. "You hear that engine?" Dean points out.

It clicks in Y/N's head where he's getting at and she nods. "Yeah?" Kathleen responds a little confused. "Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?" Y/N says, quoting Evans words from earlier. "Sure" Kathleen says shrugging, looking wth them confused. "Well, I'll be damned" Dean says in surprise and Y/N scoffs in disbelief as they share a look.

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Back in the barn where Sam is being help captive, he's trying to knock down the cage doors in anyway. Holding onto the top and kicking with all his might but it won't budge. He does this several times till he falls to the ground tired. The sound of Sam trying to knock the cage down wakes up the other victim that's being help captive.

He groans in pain getting up. Sam jumps in shock at the sound, "You're alive?" He says I'm relief. "Huh?" The confused man responds. "Hey, you okay?" Sam asks quickly. "Does it look like I'm doing okay?" The man growls back sarcastically. Sam chooses to ignore this, "Where are we?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. The country, I think. Smells like the country" The man answers and realization dawns on Sam. "You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?" Sam asks. "Yeah" Alvin confirms and Sam shakes his head. "Wow, I was looking for you" He tells him. "Oh, yeah?" Alvin scoffs. "Yeah" Sam responds. "Well, no offense, but this is a piss poor rescue" Alvin retorts.

"Well my brother and my best friend are out there right now too. They're looking for us. So.." Sam says. "So, they're not gonna find us. We're the the middle of nowhere, waiting for them to come back and do God knows what to us" Alvin says pessimistically. "What are they? Have you seen them?" Sam asks him lowly.

Alvin looks at him like he's nuts, "What've you talking about?" He asks Sam confused. "Whatever grabbed us? What do they look like?" Sam queries and the door opens. "See for yourself" Alvin says, scooting into a corner of the cage. Sam lowers himself to make it seem as though he's asleep.

A person in a dark hood comes in. Hitting against Alvin's cage with a large metal rod so he goes further back, resting down a tray of food and water. "Leave me alone. Don't you touch me. You leave me alone!" Alvin screams in fear but the person just closes the cage. Alvin then grabs the food and quickly eats it up. Clearly being starved.

The person then goes over to Sam's cage,

hitting against it with the large metal rod making him scoot into the corner. They go to a little box, pushing a key inside and turning the lock, Sam takes note of this. He looks at them in shock at they leave. "I'll be damned. They're just people" He says stunned.

"Yeah. What did you expect?" Alvin quips up from his cage. "How often do they feed you?" Sam asks. "Once a day" Alvin responds, stuffing his mouth with the sausage and bread. "They use that thing over there to open the cage" He points to the little box that they shoved the key inside and turned it.

"And that's the only time you see them?" Sam asks. "So far. But I'm waiting" Alvin says. "Waiting for what?" Sam asks. "Ned Beatty time, man" Alvin says and Sam scoffs. "I think that's the least of your worries right now" He remarks. "Oh yeah?" Alvin asks. "Yeah" Sam responds nodding.

"What do you think they want, then?" Alvin asks as Sam reaches upwards outside the cage on the top, trying to pull what seems to be a big chain. "Depends on who they are" Sam says. "They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks if you ask me. Looking for love in all the wrong places" Alvin says frustrated. Sam groans as he tries to pull the chain.

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"Okay, your next traffic came is 50 miles from here and your pickup didn't pass that one. So.." Kathleen tells Y/N and Dean as they drive down the highway in a squad car, Dean riding shotgun and Y/N in the back. "So it must've pulled off somewhere" Y/N finishes her thought. "I don't see any other roads here" Dean points out, canvassing the map.

"Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads" She tells them. Dean and Y/N huff in frustration, "Great" Y/N mutters. The police scanner in the car beeps and draws the officers attention to it. She types and clicks on it and it opens up a file. She then looks over at Y/N and Dean suspiciously. "So, Gregory and Alexandra" She says.

Their gazes snap over to her. "Yeah" Dean answers. "I ran the both of your badge numbers. It's routine when we're working a case with state police for accounting purposes and what have you" She begins and Y/N begins to panic internally along with Dean. "Mm-hm" Y/N says casually, sharing a look of panic with Dean.

"And uh, they just got back to me.." She says, pulling over the car into an empty lot. "Says here your badges were stolen. And there's pictures of you" She says, they both cock their eyebrows in fake surprise as she turns the monitor to show them two pictures of a male and female State Police officers. Both the man of African American Descent and the woman of (another ethnicity), in no way fitting Dean and Y/N's look or description.

Y/N clears her throat awkwardly, no sure how to answer, "I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease" Dean lamely tries to cover, Kathleen shakes her head and Y/N glares at Dean like, 'You're such an idiot'. "Okay, would you two step out of the car, please" Kathleen says firmly. "Look, look, look" Y/N stops her from getting out gently.

"You want to arrest us? That's fine. We'll cooperate. I swear. Right?" Y/N looks over at Dean and he nods, giving Kathleen his best puppy dog eyes he learnt from Sam. "But first, please, let us find Sam" Y/N pleads with the officer. "I don't even know who you two are. Or is this Sam person is missing." Kathleen says suspiciously.

"Look into our eyes and tell me if we're lying about this" Dean says. "Identity theft? You're impersonating officers" She says firmly. "Here's the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire" Dean begins, her eyes have a bit of pity and uncertainty in them while Y/N breath hitches in her throat at the mention of his moms death.

She's surprised by this, her heart pangs in concern for Dean. "And ever since then, I've felt responsible for him. You know, like it's my job to keep him safe" Dean explains, clearing his throat as he feels tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N notices this and chimes in. "We're just afraid if we don't find him fast..." Y/N adds, not able to finish the sentence at the thought of something happening to her best friend.

"...Please. He's our family " She pleads with Kathleen. The deputy sighs and then turns to them, "I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you guys in" She tells them and their faces drop. She then looks up at a picture that's clipped in on the visor of the drivers seat and then sighs again, contemplating a bit. She shakes her head and then straps her seatbelt back on.

"After we find Sam Winchester" She says firmly. The two hunters sigh in relief at this.

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Back at the barn where he's being held captive, Sam is still trying to pull the rod attached to the cage. "What's your name again?" Alvin asks him. "It's Sam" He responds, groaning. "Why don't you give it up, Sammy. There's no way out" He tells him roughly. Sams gaze snaps over to him, anger rising, fury in his eyes.

"Don't call me Sammy!" He bellows and the rod snaps. It falls into the cage and Sam coughs from the dust falling from the roof. "What is it?" Alvin queries as Sam picks up the object examining it. "It's a bracket" He informs him. "Oh, thank God, a bracket. Now we got them, huh?" Alvin retorts sarcastically.

Sam rolls his eyes at his tone. Suddenly, Alvins's cage door unlocks. "It must've been a short" Alvin says, hope rising. Sam looks at the door, confused by this. "Maybe you knocked something loose" He says, going to the door and creeping slowly out of the cage. Something doesn't feel right about this to Sam.

Sam soon realizes that this could be a trap because pulling down the bracket with most likely have not unlocked the cage. "I think you should get back in, Jenkins" He warns him. "What?" Alvin says confused. "This isn't right" Sam tells him. "Don't you want to get out of here?" Alvin says frustrated. "Yeah, but that was too easy" Sam tries to reason.

Alvin looks back at Sam and back to the door in contemplation. "I'm gonna get out of here. And I'm gonna send help, okay? Don't worry" Alvin assures him going to the door. "No! Im serious, Jenkins. This might be a trap" Sam tries to warn him but he doesn't listen. "Bye, Sammy" He says quickly before creeping out of the door.

"Jenkins!" Sam calls out to him pleadingly but it's too late. He's now outside of the barn, looking around to make sure no one is around. He stoops and runs out. Back inside the barn the cage closes for itself, indicating that someone was controlling it and it was most certainly a trap. Sam huffs in annoyance, pained at fact that he couldn't get Jenkins to listen.

Alvin moves quickly around the side of a house as the rain is pouring. He stumbles upon a knife that so happens to be on the ground, picking it up he mutters, "Thank you" while looking up at the sky. He wields the knife and begins running through the busy area when suddenly the sounds of a man laughing loudly frightens him.

He runs quickly only to be struck in the face with a log by an unknown man. The man laughs as Alvin tries to crawl away, he goes to hit him again but Alvin quickly stabs him in his calf and runs. He makes it about 100 yards until another man comes up behind him and stabs him in the thigh, making him scream in pain.

The two men circle him while laughing and Alvin quickly gets up, holding his thigh, bolting in another direction. It's clear they're hunting like as prey because they let him escape only for Alvin to be tripped by a wire that was set up prior. The two men laugh when he falls, giving him a predatory look before stabbing him as he screams in fear.

Sam who is still in the barn, hears the screams of Jenkins, his heart beating out of his chest.

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The next morning, the two hunters and Kathleen are walking back to the squad car, coffee cups in all of their hands. "Okay, officer. Look I don't mean to press my luck" Dean says. "Your luck is so pressed" She retorts back. "Right" Y/N mutters, clearing her throat. "I was wondering, why are you helping us out anyway? Why don't you just lock us up?" Dean asks her curiously and she sighs.

"My brother Riley disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam" She begins to explain, Dean and Y/N feels sympathetic towards her now. "We searched for him, but nothing.....I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them...." She says before stopping, thinking of her brothers disappearance.

"Come on. Let's keep at it" She changes the subject, jumping in the squad car. "Guess she ain't so bad after all" Y/N says to Dean. He nods, "I guess" He says sighing, jumping in the car along with Y/N.

Sometime later, they're driving down the stretch the van was last seen. Y/N notices a turn off and nudges Dean, "Look" She points to it. His head snaps in the direction and he says, "Wait wait wait. Pull over here. Pull over" He tells Kathleen and she obliges. They all get out, "This is the first turn off I've seen so far" Y/N points out as they walk.

"You two stay here. I'll check it out" Kathleen orders them. "No way" Dean denies while Y/N shakes her head. "Hey!" She calls out to them and they turn back. "You're civilians. And felons...I think. I'm not taking you with me" She says bluntly. Dean and Y/N share a look before turning back to her, "You're not going with us" Y/N says firmly and the officer sighs.

"Alright" She agrees. "You two promise you won't get involved? Let me handle it" She makes sure. They both nod quickly agreeing, "Yeah, we promise" Dean says. "Shake on it" She says and Y/N looks at her suspiciously when she says this but still, the two put their hands out.

Only to be handcuffs together before they could react by Kathleen. "Oh, come on" Y/N groans. "Seriously?!" Dean huffs as she drags the two of them to the squad car, holding Y/N firmly and uncuffing her, she then loops the cuff into the door handle of the squad car and re-cuffs Y/N. "This is ridiculous" Y/N grumbles as Dean rolls his eyes.

"Kathleen, I think you're gonna need our help!" Dean calls out to her. "I'll manage" She says plainly, locking the car with the remote and it beeps. "Thank you" She adds before walking off, leaving the two behind. Y/N begins to dig in her pocket and Dean tugs at the cuffs and goes "I gotta start carrying paperclips" He says angrily.

"Easy hotshot, I've got this" She says and he looks at her confused as she digs in her pocket. "You got an itch or something?" He asks her, cocking her eyebrow. "You're gonna lose that sassiness when- GOT IT!" She exclaims happily, pulling her Bobby pin from her pocket.

"You always carry that around?" He asks her curiously, smiling in joy. "Not the first time I've been in handcuffs" She retorts back, flashing him a coy wink as she begins to pick the lock. His eyebrows raised at her, now intrigued by her statement. A smirk over takes Deans face when Y/N says this, "Is that so, now I'm curious. When else have you been in handcuffs, Princess?" He asks in a sultry tone.

The thought of Y/N handcuffs to a bed making his chest heave and to be quite frank, turning him on a but while he tries to play it off cool. Y/N rolls her eyes, trying to subside her blush. "Don't be a prev, charming. I mean I've been arrested before" She tries to play it off, shrugging innocently but Dean knows that bullshit. "Ha, sure. That's what you meant." He scoffs ironically and she chuckles.

"You're gonna have to tell me eventually" He adds in a flirtatious tone. Her eyes flicker up to his. She pulls the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it lightly. "Why don't you find out" She retorts back in a low tone, Dean is stunned. The way Y/N is bit her lip just added fuel to the fire. "Meaning, I'll show you my arrest record" She adds innocently, his smirk widens.

"Sure, that's what you mean" He snorts. God this woman is really gonna be the death of me. Dean thinks to himself. "Shut up" She quips, Dean is trying hard not to blush at the way Y/N flirted with him. "You almost got that?" He asks her clearing his throat. "Patience. It's harder how she cuffed us together" She tells him.

Meanwhile, Kathleen walks down the track to find an old house. The truck from the video footage parked next to it. She walks up the porch of the house and knocks lightly at the door. Not long after a young girl answers, her skin dirty, her hair looking like it hasn't been brushed in ages. Kathleen is taken back by her state.

"Hi. How are you?" She says gently in a concerned tone. The young girl doesn't answer and just walks towards Kathleen, she backs up a bit, "Who are you?" The girl asks her, touching her badge on her jacket to check it. "I'm Kathleen, I'm a deputy. What's your name?" Kathleen introduces herself and now asks the young girl.

"Missy" The girl responds, a troubled look in her eyes. "Missy, that's a pretty name" Kathleen says nicely with a small smile, feeling a bit uneasy at the girl's presence. "Missy, is your moms home?" She asks her. "She's dead" Missy responds in a plain tone. "I'm sorry. What about you dad?" Kathleen says apologetically and Missy shakes her head.

"Can I come in for a minute?" Kathleen asks her, Missy shakes her head a bit more frantically. "I just want you to look at a picture" Kathleen says, nodding understandably. "Have you seen that guy?" She asks Missy, handing her a picture of Sam. "Look at that picture" Kathleen says gently.

Missy looks at the picture and back up at Kathleen, to the side of her and back to her, a smirk rising on her face, "What?" Kathleen asks her a bit hopefully. "That's gonna hurt" Missy says with a dark grin when suddenly a man comes up behind Kathleen, hitting her against her head with a shovel off guard, knocking her out cold.

"Missy, sweetheart. Go tell your brothers I wanna see em" Missy's father orders her. "Yes, Daddy" She obliges with a grim smile on her face, holding the picture of Sam as she walks back.

All while this is happening, Y/N finally gets the cuffs unlocked around her and Deans hand. "Hallelujah!" She exclaims in victory. "Good girl, let's go" Dean praises her, a blush rising to her cheeks as they run down the track.

Y/N's POV

Something about Dean calling me a 'Good Girl' gets me all jittery, it's irritatingly hot. Ugh, I need to get ahold of myself. We come upon a barn and quietly open the door. We look around in disgust at the barn to see empty cages and rotten food about. The place is heavy, the same feeling I get in places where tons of people have died is what I'm getting now.

I notice at the corner of my eye a bit of movement. "Sam?" I gasp in relief when I see Sam in one of the cages. Deans gaze snaps in the direction I'm looking at and we make way to his cage. Sam has a smile and a look of relief on his face when he realizes it's us. "Are you hurt?" Dean asks him concerned. "No" Sam responds and Dean knocks the cage a bit.

"Damn it's good to see you" He says relieved. "How did you get out of those cuffs?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Kathleen in a cage across from Sam. "I know a trick or two" I respond smugly. "Alright, let's get them out" I tell Dean and he nods, taking a good look at the locks. "Woah, these locks look like there gonna be a bitch" He says and I groan.

"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there" Sam tells us, point to a box at the other corner of the room. "Have you seen them?" I ask him. He nods, "Yeah. Dude, they're just people" He tells us and I cock my eyebrow at this. "And they jumped you?" Dean asks him surprised. "Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo" He retorts and I roll my eyes.

"What do they want?" I ask Sam as we go over to the box. "I don't know. They let Jenkins go but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me" Sam informs us as we open the box and try to click to see if anything will open. "Yeah well that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules. There's patterns" Dean says vaguely so it doesn't scare Kathleen.

"But with people, they're just crazy" I add scoffing and Dean nods in agreement. "You guys see anything else out there?" Sam asks us. "Uh, there's about a dozen junked cars out back. Plates from all over. So we're thinking when they take someone, they take their car too." Dean tells him. "Did you see a black Mustang? About 10 years old?" Kathleen asks us.

"Yeah, actually, we did" I tell her and her face drops. Realization dawns on me, "Your brothers...I'm sorry" I say apologetically. "Let's get you guys out of here and then we'll take care of those bastards" Dean says. "This thing takes a key? Key?" I turn to Sam asking him. "I don't know" He responds shrugging. "Alright. We better go find it" Dean says, nudging me towards the exit.

I follow behind and Sam calls out to us. "Hey" He exclaims. "Yeah?" Me and Dean respond. "Be careful" He warns us. We share a look before nodding. "Yeah" We respond before walking out the barn and breaking into the house, making sure not to draw too much attention.

We end up in a dark room so we take out flashlights out and begin searching around it. As we can canvas the room, we see jars filled with human body parts. Teeth, hair, ears, noses...brains. Dean grimaces, tapping the jar. "Yikes" He remarks. "Is that-" I gag. "Yup" Dean responds gagging. "That's fucking disgusting" I gag in disgust.

We scan the wall with our lights to see picture of some guys dragging dead bodies, cutting them up, posing with them like if they're some sort of trophy. I feel disgusted, angry, sad, an array of emotions at the blatant dehumanization they did to these people. I pick up a picture of a familiar face and show Dean. It was a picture of a now dead Alvin Jenkins.

"Jeez. Demons, I get. People are fucking crazy" Dean groans looking at the picture in my hand and I nod in agreement. "Crazy is an understatement. These assholes are psychotic beyond repair" I say. We hear a bit of creaking upstairs. "You hear that?" Dean whispers and I nod quickly. "Stay here, I'm gonna go check it out- And don't argue." He pleads, my mouth snaps shut quickly when he tells me don't argue.

"You don't know why they're capable of, Dean" I try to reason but he sighs. "Please, Princess. Just listen for once" He says and I sigh. "Fine. Be safe" I warn him and he flashes me a wink, "Ditto" before walking up the stairs slowly. I wait about a minute or two before I hear a young girl screaming "Daddy! Daddy!" Then I hear some grunting and tussling. My heart is beating out of my chest when I hear Dean groaning in pain.

With that, I bolt into action quickly run up the stairs and crouch behind the wall, "I'm gonna kick your ass first" I hear Dean say, "And the yours" He adds breathing heavily. Before I could go out to defend him. A man comes up behind him and quickly knocks him upside the head, blood dripping from the side of his head. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from reacting.

They all pick him up and then tie him to a chair, all surrounding him. I quickly formulate a plan in my head but I'm easily outnumbered. I can't take on three grown men. Maybe two if your throw in the little girl but they kicked Deans ass, much less mine. I mean I've got my gun but there's like two bullets in the chamber and three men.

Dean then comes too and sees me in the corner, poking my head out behind the wall. I bring my fingers to my lips in a 'shushing' manner. "Come on. Let's hunt him" One of the hillbilly's say, getting up into his face. "Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt" The older hillbilly says a bit excited, laughing in a wheezing manner. I grimace at the way they said 'hunt'.

This means they were 'hunting' everyone else they killed. Sick bastards. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me. That's what this is about. You— You yahoos hunt people?" Dean groans. "You ever killed before?" The old man asks him. "Wha-" Dean says confused, chuckling humorlessly. "Well that depends on what you mean" He answers.

"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear. I even got a cougar once. Oh boy." The man explains excitedly. "But the best hunt is human" He adds grimly. "Ohhh, there's nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands. Seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive" He says proudly and I grimace.

Once again. Sick fucking bastards. "You're a sick puppy" Dean voices my thoughts. The man gets a bit irritated. "We give them a weapon. Give them a fighting chance. It's kinda like our tradition. Passed down father to son" The old man explains and his son I presume, smiles proudly, caressing the little girls hair intimately that I assume is his sister. Now that's just weird, what the hell.

I mean sure, Sam ruffles my hair whenever we hug but it's usually in a messy way. That's just some incest level bullshit. "Course only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down. We never been that sloppy" The old man says. "Oh. Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy." Dean says sarcastically and I shake my head at his tone.

He's gonna get himself killed I swear. The man then gets in his face. "So, what, you with that pretty cop?" The man asks him and he doesn't answer. "You a cop?" He asks him again making Dean chuckle. "If I tell you...you promise not to make me into an ashtray" Dean says mockingly and I hold back a snort in laughter. A man then punches him straight in the nose making me jump back.

Dean whimpers in pain. That's gotta hurt. "Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's something I need to know" The man says angrily. "Yeah, how bout it's not nice to marry your sister" Dean says sarcastically and I try not to laugh again, putting my hand over my mouth. At least I'm not the only one that realized that was some weird incest shit going on.

"Tell me. Any other cops gone come looking for you?" The old man asks and Dean groans. "Ah, Eat me." He retorts before adding, "Nononono, wait wait wait. You actually might" He groans and I chuckle lightly shaking my head. The man then comes up infront of him with a hot poker and one of his son holds Deans face in place. All logic leaves my head when I see this and I draw my gun.

"You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family" He says and Dean doesn't answer. I go to move out from behind the wall and Dean gives me a look that says, 'Stay right there!'. I oblige hesitatingly but crouch back. "Alright, you wanna play games? We'll play some games" The old man says in a psychotic tone. "Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all boys." He says to his sons who look excited.

"And you get to pick the animal. The boy or the cop" He says to Dean and I gasp lightly. "Okay. Wait wait wait. No. Look nobody's coming for me, alright? It's just us" He tries to convince them, blood dripping down his nose. His breathing growing heavier. "You don't choose, I will" He says and touches Dean with the hot poker. Dean groans in pain and I clamp my hand over my mouth again, trying to think of what to do. "You son of a bitch" He hisses.

Remain calm Y/N. "Next time, I'll take an eye" The man says, putting to poker close up to Deans eye. "Alright. The guy, the guy, take the guy" Dean chooses Sam and this shocks me but it makes sense because Sam can quicker fight his way out over Kathleen. "Lee, Go do it" The man tells one of his sons, taking out a key from around his neck and handing it to him.

"Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage" The man orders his son and I gasp lightly. "What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt it. You were gonna give him a chance" Dean argues shocked. "Too late. And when you're done with the boy. Shoot the bitch too" The man orders his son. I decide to shimmy out of the window and creep around the side of the house.

I follow his son into the barn, making sure he doesn't see me. When I enter, he's already aiming his gun at Sam in the unlocked cage. I think fast and pick up a shovel on the ground, "Hey Alabama!" I draw his attention to me, knocking him across his head HARD with the shovel. He falls to the ground and we wrestle for the gun.

In the midst of the fight, two shots go off from the gun. He punches me across my mouth and I quickly recover, then Sam comes up behind me, right hooking him in the nose. Knocking him out cold him out. I check the chamber in the shotgun to see if there's any more bullets left, "Damn" I groan in annoyance when I realize it's empty.

I take out my pistol and hand it to Sam. "Here, it's got two bullets. Make it count. Take her to safety." I instruct him, pointing to Kathleen. "I gonna go rescue Dean" I tell him. "What about you?" He asks me concerned. "I'll be fine little Winchester" I give him a smug smile before creeping back outside. I make my way around the side of the house. The old man and his other son come rushing out with their shotguns and I hide behind a barrel outside.

They don't notice me so I climb back into the house through the window I came out in. I crouch around the corner to see the little girl with a knife to Deans eye. "Hey Sasquatch!" I yell and the girl quickly turns around. "How bout you let my friend go" I grit my teeth at her. She then stares at me with a troubled look in her eyes.

She charges headfirst towards me, screaming like a banshee, with her knife in her hand. I quickly backhand her, knocking her cold out on the floor. Dean looks at me stunned as I go over to untie him from the chair. "Jeez, Princess. Didn't know you hated little girls so much" He snorts. "Only the knife wielding ones, charming" I retort back with a wink making him laugh.

When I untie him and he stands up, I wrap my arms around his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. He returns the hug, chuckling into my neck. "Don't scare me like that you dick" I tell him a bit angry. He smiles at me. "Awww you care about me" He teases me and I punch him lightly in his shoulder in mock annoyance. He chuckles more, groaning a bit when I punch him.

I lightly touch his cut on his forehead in concern and he hisses. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I apologize quickly. "I'm fine sweetheart" He assures me with a small smile. My heart pangs in relief to know that he's okay, witnessing him getting tortured absolutely torn into my heart. "Good" I say lightly. His arms are still wrapped around my waist and mine are still around his shoulder.

His eyes piercing into mine, his forestry green orbs swimming with emotion. I know for sure this time he glanced down at my lips but our moment is cut short when, "Oh thank god" We hear Sam breathe out in relief, seeing me and Dean. We quickly break the hug, clearing our throats. Sam's eyes glances between the two of us, a smug smile appearing in his face. "Crap, did I just interrupt something?" He asks us, cocking an eyebrow.

"No!" We both respond hastily, shaking our head. "Let's just lock her in the closet" I point to the unconscious girl, changing the subject.

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After locking her away, we all exit the house. We see Kathleen and walk towards her. "Where's the girl?" She asks us. "Locked in the closet" Dean informs her. "What about the dad?" He asks her and she has a slightly horrified look on her face. "Shot. Trying to escape" She says vaguely and I cock my eyebrow at this. I look over at Sam who has a guilty look on her face but I decide not to press.

"I think the cars at the police station" Dean tells Sam as we walk down the track while Kathleen is calling in backup. "So...state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you." She tells us. "I suggest that you three are long gone by then" She says and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks" I say gratefully. "Hey listen, I don't mean to press our luck. But we're kinda in the middle of nowhere. Think we can catch a ride?" Dean asks her and I shake my head. Kathleen looks at him in disbelief but also shakes her head. "Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car" She suggests. "Sounds great to me. Thanks" Sam says.

He and Dean go to walk off but I notice Kathleen is still a bit on edge. My gut tells to say something so I say , "Listen uh...sorry about your brother" my tone genuine. She nods tearfully, "Thank you." Her voice cracking. "It was really hard not knowing what happened. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth. But....it isn't....really" She admits and I nod understandably, not knowing what to say.

"Anyway, you should go" She says, feigning a smile. I return it and give her a hug. "You take care of yourself, okay?" I tell her sweetly and she nods, allowing her tears to fall. "You too, Y/N" She says genuinely and I smile. Following behind the boys.

After about 15 mins of walking, Dean finally quips up. "Don't ever do that again" He says to Sam. "Do what?" Sam asks him confused. "Go missing like that" He says and Sam smiles. "You were worried about me" He points out. "All I'm saying is, you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for you" Dean retorts and I shake my head with a smile. "Sure you won't" He retorts smiling.

"I'll look for you Sammy" I tell him with a sweet smile, wrapping my arm around his waist. "Thanks y/n/n. At least someone cares about me" He smiles back, teasing Dean as Sam wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Oh don't worry about your idiot brother. He loves you. He just needs to keep up his whole macho man facade" I tease Dean who has his head to the ground, fighting a grin.

This makes Sam laugh. "Shut uppp" Dean grumbles like a 10 year old. "Come here youuuu" I say to Dean jokingly, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and he wraps his arm around my waist. My heart skipping a beat slightly as his hand brushes my hip. We all continue walking, still in a group hug. "So, you got sidelined by a 13-year-old girl, huh?" Sam mocks Dean. "Oh shut up" Dean groans in annoyance.

"Just saying, you're getting rusty there, kiddo" Sam retorts, mocking Deans words from earlier. I burst out laughing at this. "Shut up!" Dean says again laughing, making Sam chuckle. I love these fellas with all my heart and moments like these are rare in our stressful line of work. So when we do have these, I appreciate them every single time.

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Authors Note: Finally!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'm really excited to to do next. Be sure to check me out on AO3 and Wattpad❤️This chapter is unedited so any mistakes please point them out so I can fix them because I will be coming back to edit.

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