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I think you’re adorable- Supernatural rewrite

Chapter three.

Word Count- 7,469

Chapter warnings: Language, angst, violence

Jericho, California

"Want breakfast?" Dean asked, waving a bag of chips and a soda towards you. You, well Dean had driven to Jericho, California. Currently you were stopping for food, before starting on the case.

"Can I have the chips?" you asked looking back at Dean from the car.

"Sure," he said, before turning his gaze to Sam.

"No thanks," Sam said, shaking his head.

"How are you paying for this stuff anyway?" Sam asked, "You and dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well hunting ain't exactly a high paying job" Dean said, pulling the gas pump from the car. You snorted before saying "you could say that again,

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"Alright so there's nobody matching Dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something I guess," Sam said snapping his phone shut. He was in the back seat and you were in the passenger's seat. Dean was driving of course. A gift to the world was playing over the speakers, and you were coming up on the road the disappearances were happening at.

"Check it out," you said nodding your head towards the cop cars on the bridge in front of you. Dean pulled the car over about 100 feet from the scene. He reached over you and opened the glove compartment. Sam leaned forward in order to see. A box, a gun, condoms and johns journal looked back at you. Dean pulled a box from the glove compartment and opened it, revealing a bunch of badges and fake IDS. He pulled out a badge from the box with his face on it, on the side it said federal Marshall. you grabbed your badge out of my pocket, I had come prepared.

"Lets go," Dean said, opening the door.

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"It's almost too clean," one of the officers said, looking through the car.

"You had another one like this last month, didn't you?" Dean asked pacing and looking at the car.

"And who are you?" the officer asked looking over to where the three of you stood.

"Federal Marshalls," Dean said, pulling out his badge and flashing it quickly before the officer could see anything wrong with it.

"You three are a little young for federal marshalls aren't you?" the cop asked suspiciously looking between the three of you.

"Thanks that's awfully kind of you," Dean said chuckling and walking to the other side of the car, where the other officer stood silently. "You did have another one like this, didn't you?" Dean said looking back at the officer who stood near Sam and you.

"Yeah that's right, a mile up the road, there have been others before that." the man said looking back across the car at Dean.

"So this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked.

"In a town like this, everybody knows everybody," the officer said, nodding at Sam's question.

"Any connection to any of the victims besides the fact that they're all men?" you asked going to look at the side of the car opposite to Dean. There was a shit ton of blood in the car but nothing else out of the ordinary.

"No, not as far as we can tell," the officer said meeting your gaze.

"So, what's the theory?" Sam asked, looking over the bridge.

"Honestly, we don't know." the man said looking between the three of you. You walked over to the trunk to see if you could see anything that might be important. There was nothing.

"Serial murderer, kidnapping ring?" the man shook his head, clearly confused by it all. You walked back over to Sam, facing the officers.

"Well that is exactly the crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said walking over to where Sam and you stood. you could have kicked him but Sam got the chance, stepping on Deans foot before you could. The officer made a face a the unprofessional encounter.

"Well, thank you for your time," You said, sending a small smile his way.

"Gentlemen, lady," the man said nodding his head.

Sam, Dean and you started walking towards the car, not saying anything. you continued walking forward, in front of both Sam and Dean. you turned around to face them after you heard a loud smack.

"Ow, what was that for?" Sam asked, rubbing his head and looking at Dean. You rolled your eyes at both of them.

"Why do you have to step on my foot?"

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that? They were already suspicious," you said slowing down to walk next to the boys.

"Come on, they don't really know what's going on, if we're gonna find Dad we have to do this ourselves" Dean said stopping and turning so he was facing you. You were about to reply when you saw the real federal marshalls walk up behind Dean, two men in a suit and another in a khaki uniform. They had the FBI with them

Sam cleared his throat and Dean turned around, catching the drift. The marshalls looked back at you.

"Can I help you all?" the one in the uniform asked. You couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"No sir, we were just leaving," Dean said, the two men in suits walked past us to go to the crime scene and the three of you walked past the remaining officer, eager to get the hell outta there.

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you were now trying to find the victim's girlfriend. You were walking around town, seeing if you could find her.

"I bet you that's her," You said gesturing towards the girl hanging up posters. She was wearing a brown jacket, and a black tshirt. She had an eyebrow piercing and deep purple bags under her eyes. She seemed visibly shaked. You couldn't blame her.

"Yeah," Dean said, sam nodding.

"You must be Amy," Dean said, the three of you approaching the girl.

"Yeah" Amy said looking between you.

"Troy told us about you, we're his uncles, and this is his aunt." Dean said looking at Sam and you and then back to Amy. "I'm Dean, this is Sammy, and this is Julia," Sam added, continuing to look at her and the poster she was hanging up. It had Troy's face on it.

"He never mentioned you to me," she said, starting to walk forward.

"That's Troy for you, we're not around much. We're up in Modesto," you replied walking beside Dean.

"So we're looking for him too, kinda asking around." Sam spoke up stepping in front of the girl as she stopped to put up another poster.

You were all currently in front of her. A girl around her age suddenly came up to her, and put an arm around her," Hey are you okay?" she asked, looking between the four of you. She had straight hair, dark lipstick and lots of eyeliner.

"Yeah" Amy responded, sending the girl a small smile.

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked with that signature smile of his.

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"I was on the phone with Troy, he said he would call me right back but he never did," Amy said.

you were all sitting in a large diner booth. Sam sat on the far side, Dean in the middle, you on the outside, and Amy and her friend opposite to you.

"You didn't notice anything interesting?" you asked looking at Amy.

"No nothing I can remember," she responded shaking her head and looking down.

"Here's the thing ladies," Dean spoke up, leaning forward and crossing his arms. "The way Troy disappeared, somethings not right, so if you've heard anything..."

Amy and her friend looked at each other.

"What is it?" Dean asked, looking between them.

"Well, it's just, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend spoke up, gesturing with her hand.

"What do they talk about?" Sam, Dean, and you said at the same time. you were staring at Amy's friend, your eyebrows creased. Amy and her friend shared a look. Amy looked down and the other girl stared at you before speaking,

"It's kind of this local legend, this one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago," Sam, Dean and you glanced at each other, each thinking the same thing.

"Well supposedly she's still out there, she hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear forever." the girl finished looking down at her drink.

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You were now at the library, trying to find anything that could be useful. Dean was in front of the computer, Sam on one side and you on the other.

Female Murder Hitchhiking

Dean looked up on the computer. Zero results. He deleted hitchhiking and typed,

Female Murder Centennial Highway

Again, nothing.

"Let me try," Sam said, reaching for the mouse. Dean slapped his hand away,

"I got it," Dean said, focusing on the computer.

you pulled Dean away from the seat, and got up so he could have your chair. Thus letting Sam have his empty seat. Dean gave you a look and elbowed you. You elbowed him back and raised your eyebrows daring him to do something else.

"Dude," Dean said furrowing his eyebrows. You continued staring at him, egging him on.

"You're so annoying," he continued.

"Oh I know," You responded, smiling widely. He rolled his eyes but smiled back. "all part of my charm"

Sam sighed, "If you two are done flirting, I think I found something."

You scoffed before speaking, "he wishes."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Do not," he said. You both focused your attention on Sam who was staring at the computer screen.

"So violent spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?" Sam said, moving the mouse to the search bar.

You nodded, looking at the screen, pushing your wild hair back behind your ears.

"Maybe its not murder," Sam said, starting to type. He deleted murder and wrote suicide, before pressing enter. One result showed up. Sam clicked on the link.

"That was in 1981, Constance Welch, 24," a picture of a pretty young woman accompanied the article. You smirked at the face Dean made.

"Jumps off the Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the water." Sam continued to read.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked, looking between Sam and the screen. You stood up and walked so you were in the middle of the two boys, getting a better view of the screen.

"Yeah," Sam said, scrolling down a bit.

"What is it?" you asked leaning forward a bit so I had a better view of the computer.

"An hour before they found her, she called 911." Sam started, "Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for one minute, and when she comes back they aren't breathing. Both die."

"Jesus. That's awful," you said, making a face. you couldn't imagine what she must have felt.

"Mhm," Dean hummed in agreement.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance couldn't bear it, said husband Joseph Welch." Sam continued.

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam and you. you looked closer. It was the bridge you were on earlier today, the one where the guy's car was found.

"Bingo" You said, glancing at the two boys.

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It was dark, and it was around 12:00 am. Sam, Dean and you were currently on the bridge, looking down at the river.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean said, peering into the murky water below.

"So do you think your dad would have been here?" you asked looking at Sam then Dean.

"Well he was chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean said in response.

"Okay so now what?" Sam asked, him and Dean walked away from the railing. You stared back in the water feeling uneasy before turning to follow them.

"Now we keep digging until we find him," Dean said, walking forward. "It might take a while."

Sam stopped walking, and you continued forward so you were near Dean. You looked back and forth between them, knowing they were about to have an argument

"Dean I told you, I've got to get back by-." Sam said, looking between you and his brother.

"Monday," Dean said, interrupting. "Right the interview."

Yeah," Sam replied nodding his head.

"Right, I forgot." Dean replied looking directly at Sam. "You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

"Dean," You warned. You couldn't deal with any more arguments. Their entire lives they had argued. You knew they loved each other but those boys fought like cats and dogs.

"Maybe, why not?" Sam interrupted you, glaring at Dean, daring him to say anything else.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Dean retaliated. You gave him a look that said "stop provoking him" but he just avoided your eyes, not listening.

"No" Sam spoke, "And she's never going to know." he took a step forward.

"Well that's healthy," Dean said scoffing. "You can pretend all you want Sammy, but you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"Dean it's not your-" You started speaking but before you could finish your sentence Sam interrupted again. "Who is that?"

"One of us," Dean said, turning and walking away.

"No, I'm not gonna be like one of you guys, that isn't my life," Sam spoke, raising his voice and walking so he was in front of Dean. You moved forward so you were next to them, and close to the rail of the bridge.

"Well you have a responsibility," Dean responded shrugging his shoulders a bit.

"To dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looked like. What difference would it make?" Sam said looking directly at Dean. You saw Dean gulp and close his fists, his knuckles turning white. Fuck.

"Even if we do find the thing that killed her, moms gone and she isn't coming back." Sam continued speaking, looking at Dean. Before you could react, Dean had Sam pinned against one of the pillars.

"Dean!" you yelled out, moving forward towards the muscular man, trying to move his hands off Sam. He didn't budge and you didn't want to hurt him. You knew he wasn't going to do anything but it was irritating to see two of the people you love the most fighting.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean said, staring Sam in the eyes. He let go of the taller man and backed away, calmer get still fuming. Your attention was now focused elsewhere, specifically on the woman wearing the white dress, who was standing on top of the rail some distance away.

"Um, guys," You said, looking in the woman's direction. Sam and Dean followed your gaze staring at her. She looked over at you before falling forward, off the bridge. Instantly you started running towards where she jumped, the boys right behind you. You reached the rail and looked over in the grey water, but saw nothing.

"Where'd she go?" Sam asked, peering over the edge.

"I don't know," You replied, looking for a sign of the ghostly woman.

Suddenly, you heard a car's engine start, and a bright light came with it, shining brightly at the three of you. Dean, Sam, and you looked up at the impala, whose headlights were on and pointing right at us.

"What the-" Sam started but didn't finish his sentence.

"Who's driving your car?" You asked Dean, continuing to look at the impala.

Dean reached into his pockets and pulled out the keys to the car. You stared wide eyed at them. Then, before you could blink, the tires squealed and the impala was heading straight towards us.

"SHIT," you yelled loudly before starting to run.

"Go! GO!" Sam yelled, pulling Dean, all of you were running now. The car was right behind you and you were all running as fast as you could but the car was faster. Sam looked at Dean and you and then over the edge of the rail. You understood what he was trying to say. We could never outrun the car, there was only one place left we could go. You ran sideways, Sam reached the rail first and jumped, one hand on the rail. Dean and you jumped next, avoiding the impala by inches.

Your immediate thought when you hit the water was that it was freezing. It felt like tiny little needles were pricking your body all over. You swam up, reaching the surface you started immediately looking for Sam and Dean. Your heart hurt with this anxious feeling. You didn't like not knowing if Sam or Dean were okay. You started coughing a bunch, from the cold or the water, you couldn't tell. Dean surfaced next to you, covered in mud , which only meant you were as well. You were immediately filled with relief.

"You okay?" he asked coughing, a worried expression on his face.

You nodded, "I'm fine." You croaked out, your teeth chattering with the cold.

You looked around, looking for Sam. Dean was as well, clearly worried. All of a sudden you heard laughing coming from above. Dean and you looked up at the bridge to see Sam looking down at you, he had grabbed the outside railing at the last minute, saving him from the water.

"Fuck you!" Dean yelled up at Sam, which only made Sam laugh harder. You smiled as well, teeth still chattering.

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Dean and you had gotten back on the bridge. You were trying to get some of the mud off of you but you were just smearing it around. You were all currently standing in front of the car

"Is the car all right?" You asked Sam. You were covered in mud.

"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems to be fine now." Sam answered looking at the car.

"That Constance chick, what a bitch," Dean said, shaking his head. He was also covered, head to toe in mud.

"Yeah she certainly doesn't want us digging around," You agreed nodding your head.

Dean sighed, sitting on the hood of the car.

"So where do we go from here?" Sam asked sitting next to Dean. You stood in front of them. You felt gross, mud was in your hair, and dripping down your face. Dean shrugged, looking at the mud all over him in disgust. Sam sniffed the air.

"You two smell like toilets." he said wrinkling his nose in disgust.

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"One room please," Dean said, throwing a debit card down on the table. Dean and you were still covered in dirt and the older man at the front desk obviously thought you were all strange, you couldn't blame him.

"You guys have a reunion or something?" the man asked looking down at the card then back at us. You raised my eyebrows, confused.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, looking at the old man.

"That other guy, Bert Aframian, he came in and bought out a room for a month," he said looking back at Sam. You gave the two taller boys a look. John had been here.

"And what room might that be?" You asked, smiling sweetly.

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The door swung open with a click. Sam had picked the lock to the room John was staying in. Maybe you could find something that revealed where he was. The three of you walked into the room. A thin layer of dust covered everything. The roomwas covered in papers. They were hung up all over the wall. Dean walked over and turned the light on. The room was shitty, as expected. A half eaten burger lay on the bedside dresser. A salt circle covered the bed, there were also cats eyes shells everywhere. Dean picked up the burger, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing it, before grimacing and pulling it away.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean said turning towards where Sam and you were standing.

"Salt, Cats eyes shells." Sam said kneeling and picking up some of the salt, letting it fall through his fingertips.

"He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in," you finished looking between the boys.

Dean walked over to the wall where there were papers hung up.

"What have you got here?" Sam asked going over to where Dean stood, you followed, going on Dean's other side, looking at the papers on the wall.

"Centennial highway victims," Dean answered looking at all the pictures on the wall.

"I don't get it," You said looking at all the victims pictures. "I mean, different men, different jobs, age, different ethnicities, I mean there's always a connection isn't there?"

Sam left Dean and you, walking to the other side of the room and looking at the papers there.

"Dad figured it out," Sam said from the other side of the room. You turned around, as did Dean, looking at Sam, wondering what he meant.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, looking over at the wall by Sam.

"He found the same article we did." Sam said, looking over at Dean and you. "Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Sam said, looking back at the wall. There, pinned to the wall, in John's handwriting was a paper that said woman in white.

"You sly dogs." Dean said looking at the victims on the wall.

"Alright so if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it" Dean said looking back at Sam. You walked over to where Sam stood, looking at the article about Constance on the wall.

"She might have another weakness," Sam said, squinting his eyes at the papers in front of him.

"No dad would wanna make sure, he'd wanna dig her up, does it say where she was buried?" Dean asked, coming over to Sam and you.

"No, not that I can tell," Sam replied looking at Dean.

"If I were John, I'd go talk to her husband," You said looking at the boys and tapping the picture of him on the wall.

"If he's still alive," Sam responded, walking away.

"All right, why don't you see if you can find an address," Dean said moving away from the wall and looking at Sam. "I'm gonna get cleaned up."

"Ugh me first please, you don't have long hair." You said running your hands through your filthy hair and leaning against the wall.

"Alright," Sam said looking at you. "And, Dean, what I said earlier, about mom and dad," Dean turned around, looking at his brother. "I'm sorry."

"No chick flick moments," Dean said, holding up a hand, gesturing for Sam to stop.

"Alright jerk," Sam said, smiling.

"Bitch," Dean responded, sending Sam a smile.

"Assholes," You said looking at the both of them. They turned to look at you, laughing.

"I don't know about you but I like chick flick moments,'' You said looking at Sam evilly. Which was totally untrue but you felt like messing with sam. "hey sam want a hug?" You asked, walking towards him, holding your dirt covered arms out in embrace. His eyes widened, realizing what you were planning on doing.

"Stay back," he said, backing up towards the door, holding out his hands in front of him. You started walking faster and he backed into the corner. You chuckled, deciding to leave him alone. You went back, planning to take a shower and clean all the filth from your body. You soon realized Dean had snuck into the bathroom, leaving you to wait. You banged on the bathroom door.

"You're a dick!" you yelled. you heard chuckling come from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes, sitting down in a chair by the table to wait.

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Eventually Dean got out, he walked out of the bathroom and steam came frombehind him. Only a small towel was wrapped around his waist, his defined muscles and chest showing. He noticed you looking and he smirked at you. You flicked him off, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. You set your clothes down on the toilet seat before looking in the mirror, your face was red from blushing underneath all the dirt.

"Huh," You thought, stripping down and turning the water on, getting in. Why had you stared at Dean. You hadn't had sex since last month. You were just fed up and needed to get some. Yeah that was it. you washed all of the dirt and grossness off of you before slipping out, drying off and getting dressed. You chose grey- black jeans, a black KISS tank top, and your green plaid. You opened the door to the bathroom. Dean looked over at you, he had gotten dressed in a black long sleeved t shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. Sam was sitting on the bed, holding up his phone to his ear.

"I'm starving, I'm gonna go get something to eat, do y'all wanna come with?" Dean asked, going over to the door, looking at Sam and you.

"Sure" You said, walking over to where Dean stood before looking back at Sam.

"No thanks," Sam said, focusing on his phone.

"Aframians buying," Dean said, looking at Sam.

"Mhm mm," Sam said, furrowing his brows.

You shrugged, looking back at Dean, he opened the door and you both walked out into the parking lot outside the motel. Once on the street, you looked over to see two cops from earlier talking to the man from the front desk. He pointed over to where Dean and you were standing.

"shit ," Dean said looking at them.

"Shit is right" you said looking up at Dean.

"Just follow my lead," Dean sighed turning away from the police, and pulling out his phone.

"How reassuring," You snorted turning sideways in order to see both the cops and Dean. They were walking right towards you.

"Dude five-o takeoff," Dean said on the phone. "They already spotted us. Go find dad." he shut the phone.

The police were right next to you now.

"Problem officers?" You asked, smiling at the two men.

"Where's the other man?" the guy from earlier asked.

"Man? What man?" You asked, looking confused. The officer nudged the other one, gesturing towards the motel room. You held your breath, hoping that Sam would get out.

"So, fake US marshal, fake credit cards, you got anything that's real?" The man said, turning to look at Dean and you.

"My boobs," Dean said looking at the officer seriously.

"My tits," you said at the same time. Dean and you looked at each other, you smirked and he smiled turning back to the officer. Next thing you knew you were being pressed up against the police cruiser, being handcuffed. The other officer had come back from the room empty handed, so luckily that meant Sam had escaped.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you, in a court of law," the officer who was currently cuffing dean said. The other officer, the one who you had talked to at the bridge was cuffing you. You sucked in a breath as the cold cuffs pressed tightly against your skin.

"How kinky," You said rolling your eyes, earning a glare from the cops.

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"What's your real name?" A new officer asked me. You were sitting at a small table, one hand was tightly cuffed to it.

"Anna rection," You replied, smiling at the officer. You sounded like a 13 year old boy but you were honestly fucking tired of being here.

"We already questioned your boyfriend, he told us everything." the man said, not looking away.

"First of all, he's not my boyfriend, second of all I know he didn't." You said, rolling your eyes while grinning at the cop.

"You're both smartasses," the cop said exasperated.

"Why thank you," You showed him a large fake smile.

He kept asking you questions and you kept giving him snarky replies until he pulled out a book and threw it at you.

"Who is the older man you were with?" he asked, growing angry. You didn't answer, it was John's journal. He never went anywhere without his journal. You refused to answer anymore of his questions and eventually he gave up and left, taking the journal with him. By now it was getting dark. The man came back into the room, not even bothering to fully come in.

"You have to go to the bathroom?"

"Nope," you replied, not looking at the officer.

He nodded his head before rushing off, practically running. You grinned, now was your chance, with your other free hand you pulled out a bobby pin that was hidden in your hair. You put it into the keyhole, moving it around a bit and fidgeting with it before it finally unlocked with a click. Right before you could move your hand from the handcuffs, Dean came into the room carrying Johns journal.

"Need any help?" he asked, smirking and leaning against the doorway.

"Nope," You said smiling and removing your hand from the cuffs, showing him the bobby pin before putting it back in my hair. He smiled and you got up, ready to leave.

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you were both in a phone booth, it was a tight fit but not horribly uncomfortable.

"We need to talk," Dean said seriously to Sam over the phone.

He said something you couldn't hear. Dean put his hand over the end of the phone and whispered, "she's definitely a woman in white," You nodded. Dean removed his hand and began to talk again. "No Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean said in an urgent voice. You heard Sam saying something about a body, but couldn't hear everything. You grabbed the phone moving closer to Dean and putting it in between the two of you so you both could hear. You were both facing each other, with the phone in-between you. Your faces were inches apart and you could feel his breath on your face.

"He's gone, dad left Jericho," Dean said into the phone.

""What how do you know?" You heard Sam's voice ask.

"We have his journal," You said, moving the phone closer to you.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that," Sam said, clearly worried.

"Same old marine crap, he left coordinates to where he was going," Dean said, looking down at the journal in his hands.

"To where?" Sam asked, a bit more relaxed by this knowledge.

"We don't know yet," You answered Sam and looked at Dean. He looked determined. You knew he was eager to find his dad.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam's voice said, suddenly you heard Sam shout and tires squeal.

"Sam!?" Dean and you yelled at the same time. Then we heard the voice.

Take me home

Fuck, Constance.

Dean's eyes widened, "C'mon!" he shouted, pulling your arm and running out of the telephone booth.

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Sam's POV

"No," I said looking at Constance in the mirror.

She looked at me angrily, the car doors suddenly locked and the car lurched forward.

"Shit," I thought looking at the woman in the mirror. The steering wheel moved by itself and the woman remained calmly sitting in the back seat. No matter how hard I pulled I couldn't move the steering wheel. Suddenly the car stopped at a broken down house, Constance's old house.

"Don't do this," I said, looking at Constance in the mirror.

Her face was sorrowful, she looked at the house in sadness before saying "I can never go home."

"You're scared to go home," I replied, turning back to look at the spirit. She wasn't there. My stomach lurched and I turned forward, there she was, in the passenger's seat. I inhaled sharply. She suddenly leaned forward and got on top of me, straddling me.

I groaned as she pushed me back with superhuman strength.

"Hold me, I'm so cold." she said, running her hands along my chest. I winced at her touch trying to push her off but some supernatural force was holding me down.

"You can't kill me," I said looking at her, my teeth clenched. "I'm not unfaithful, I've never been" I breathed out as she looked down on me. I groaned as she pressed down on me, it felt like tons of weights were piled on top of me.

"You will be" she whispered in my ear. I tried to pull away but she held me in place, leaning down and putting her cold mouth on mine. She continued kissing me, I opened my eyes trying to reach for the car keys. She continued holding me down.

"Shit, Julia, Dean, where are you," I thought as I stretched my hand out towards the ignition. I reached it but not before Constance sat up, looking down at me. Her face flashed, showing a skeleton, before disappearing. I looked around breathing heavily, confused. Suddenly I felt a white hot pain on my chest. I screamed, unzipping my jacket, showing five bloody holes. I saw Constance flashing before me, her fingers digging into my chest. All of a sudden, I heard gunshots, and glass breaking. I looked out the window to see Julia and Dean shooting though the window at Constance. She flashed, before disappearing. Then she was back, Dean or Julia shot her and she disappeared again. Taking my chance I sat up and turned the keys in the ignition.

"I'm taking you home." I said through gritted teeth. I stepped on the gas, driving through the fence.

"Sam!" I heard Dean yell. He was going to kill me. I ran the car into the house, easily going through the old walls, I stopped the car in what used to be the living room of the house.

"Sam!" I heard Julia's voice yell.

"Here," I yelled back.

"You okay?" Dean said, going up to the window of the car, Julia on his other side.

"Can you move?" Julia asked a worried expression on her face.

"Yeah, help me." I responded holding out my hand. Dean leaned in the car pulling me forward. Julia reached out as well. I groaned exiting the car, Dean on one side and Julia on the other. We all looked up to see Constance in front of us, she looked pissed. A dresser moved forward and pinned the three of us against the car, Julia gripped my arm tightly. I heard Dean groan. I gritted my teeth looking at Constance.

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Julias POV

You were pinned against the car by a dresser, no matter how hard you tried to move it, it wouldn't budge. The wood was pressing into your lower stomach and you groaned in pain. You looked up to see Constance walking towards you and the boys. The lights started flickering on the wall by the stairs and Constance looked behind her in confusion. She disappeared and reappeared at the bottom of the stairs. Water trickled down the sides, and you kept looking at the top of the stairway. Two young children appeared. Constance looked up at them, a pained expression across her face.

"You've come home to us mommy," they both said in their high voices. They appeared in front of Constance, hugging her. She let out an ear piercing scream. You grimaced, had you been able to cover your ears you would have. You couldn't look away from the scene in front of you so you just watched in horror. Constance continued screaming and her and her children seemed to change form into terrifying shapes of light. Then after what seemed like forever, they were pulled down, into the house, leaving a puddle of water behind. You looked next to you, at Sam and Dean, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Together, the three of you pushed forward, pushing the dresser off of you. Once you were free you all walked over to where the puddle was, seeing if there was anything there. There wasn't, just a wet spot left on the dirty carpet.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." You commented looking down at the puddle.

"That's why she could never go home." Sam said looking down as well. "She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot," Dean said, turning his gaze to Sam.

"Yeah, nice work Sammy," You said walking towards the car. Dean slapped Sam on his chest, and turned, walking towards the impala behind you. Sam laughed, turning to face Dean, the car, and you.

"I wish I could say the same thing for you two." Sam said looking at you and Dean, a half smile on his face. "What were you thinking?" he continued saying "Shooting Casper in the face you freaks," he laughed.

"Hey!" You protested. You were worn out.

"We saved your ass." Dean said looking at Sam. "I'll tell you another thing, If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." He kneeled to look at the impala. You laughed before looking at Sam.

"Hey Sam, guess what?" You grinned looking at him. Dean stood up looking at me.

"What?" Sam said, a fake serious expression on his face.

"I told a police officer my tits are real," You said and started laughing. Dean joined in and Sam looked at you with a confused yet amused expression on his face.

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Deans POV

Julia was asleep in the back seat. We were currently driving out of town, we had to get out of there before the police found us. I was driving while Sammy was looking at a map next to me.

"Okay," Sam said, focusing my attention towards him. "Here's where dad went." he pointed to a spot on the map. "It's called Blackbottle ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds charming, how far?" I asked focusing back forward on the road.

"About 600 miles," Sam said pointing a flashlight on the map. That wasn't that bad, it wouldn't take two long if we drove nonstop.

"If we shag ass, we can make it by morning," I said to Sam. He looked up at me.

"Dean, um," he began, looking at me and not saying anything else. I thought he would've wanted to come after the past weekend.

"You're not going?" I asked looking at him, focusing back and forth between the road and him.

"The interviews in 10 hours, I've got to be there," he replied looking at me. I nodded looking out the window. I would be lying if I didn't say I was annoyed. I needed him. I needed both of them. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll take you home," I said, fixating on the road in front of me. Sam didn't say anything else, he shut off his flashlight. I looked in the rearview mirror, to see Julia asleep in the mirror. I smiled, I'm glad she was here.

"I saw that," Sam said looking at me. He saw what? What did that mean?

"Saw what?" I asked, looking at him confused.

"You like her." He said looking up in front of him.

"Of course I like her, she's basically family." I responded gruffly.

"That's not what I mean," he said back looking at me once again.

"That's ridiculous," I laughed, it was ridiculous. Julia was my best friend. Nothing more. Besides I wouldn't be good for her.

"Okay," he said nodding. I nodded as well looking back on the road. Julia cried out suddenly. I looked back at her, She was shaking.

"Another nightmare," Sam said looking back at her.

"She still has those? She told me they got better." I said looking at her worried. I knew that she had nightmares about what happened to her parents, she had told me when we were little.

"They did, but she still has them frequently," Sam responded, shaking Julia gently to wake her up. She groaned before sitting up, and rubbing her eyes. Her brown hair covered her face, she pushed it behind her ears, looking up at us.

"Hey," she said smiling. Through the smile I could see that the nightmare had disturbed her.

"Hey," I smiled back, before focusing on the road.

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Julias POV

You pulled up Sam's college a short while later, the car ride had been filled with music and you could tell things were tense between Sam and Dean. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the door opening. Sam was getting out. You opened my door as well to say goodbye.

"Call me if you find him," Sam said leaning on the window of the car, looking at Dean.

"Will do," Dean said nodding and looking down.

"Maybe I can meet up with you guys later?" Sam asked, smiling a bit.

"Yeah all right," Dean responded, continuing to nod. Sam tapped on the door before turning to me. You gave him a hug, standing on my tippy toes to reach Sam. He was 6'4 and you were only 5'6. Tall but still a midget compared to him.

"Take care of him," he whispered in my ear.

"Will do." You responded before giving him a kiss on the cheek. You reluctantly pulled away.

"Love you Sammy," You said smiling, turning to get back in the car.

"Love you too Jules," he said smiling back before turning to walk in the building. You hopped in the front next to Dean who was staring at the road.

"Sam?" Dean called out looking over at his younger brother.

"Yeah?" He responded, turning to face the car again.

"We made a hell of a team back there," he said.

"Yeah we did," Sam said, going up to the door and walking inside the building.

"No chick flick moments," he said before you could say anything. You smiled, patting him on the shoulder. He started to pull away when you looked back at Sam's window. Something felt wrong. Something felt very wrong.

"Dean," You frowned. He looked over at you in concern. He could tell something was wrong by the tone of your voice.

"Yeah?"

"Somethings wrong," You said more urgently. He stopped the car and you looked back at the window. He followed your gaze. There in the window was a man, his face was covered by darkness but you could see one thing. His bright yellow eyes.

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Sam's POV

I opened the door, putting the keys in my pocket. I sighed before inhaling, smelling home.

"Jess?" I yelled. There was no answer. She knows when I'm getting home, she should still be up, unless she is out somewhere. "You home?" I yelled walking towards the bedroom. Again there was no answer. I walked into the bedroom, hearing the shower running, Jess must be in there. I smiled and sat down on the bed, closing my eyes. I was tired, the hunt had worn me out. I felt bad about leaving Dean and Julia but I had my life here. I leaned back, laying down on the bed, my eyes closed. I let out a sigh. I felt drips on my face, water? Did we have another leak. I shifted uncomfortably. I opened my eyes and my stomach dropped. The woman I loved was pinned to the ceiling. Her stomach was cut, and her hair was splayed out.

"NO!" I screamed. This couldn't be happening it was a dream. It wasn't real.

The ceiling, along with Jess, burst into flames. I heard a loud sound and my name being called out, Dean and Julia ran into the bedroom, looking up at the ceiling in horror.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

"JESS! NO! NO!" I yelled, this had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. I felt arms pull me up off the bed, pulling me out of the room. I couldn't leave her here not like this.

"Sam we have to go!" Julia's voice yelled. The fire was everywhere now. The entire room was up in flames. They pulled me out of the apartment and out of the building. A whole part of the building was up in flames now. Many people were outside looking at the blaze.

She was gone.

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Deans POV

I stood next to Julia looking at the aftermath of the fire. People were all around us. Julia and I walked back to where Sam was by the car, some distance away. He was loading a rifle. We faced him and he looked back at us, his eyes were red from crying. He sighed, before cocking the rifle, and putting it back in the trunk. I looked down at the trunk and all our weapons.

I heard Sammy speak, "We got work to do."

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Sammy

I think you’re adorable- Supernatural season one rewrite.

Word count- 2,586

Chapter warnings: Language

At Sams college

"What the hell are you doing dean?" You sighed, looking up at Dean, who was now climbing the fire escape that led to Sam's room.

"What does it look like?" He said, continuing to climb, nearing the window to Sam's room. It was your fault, You had told him which room was Sam's after all. You were surprised by Dean wanting to get Sam. They hadn't seen each other since the big fight.

"You coming?" Dean asked, looking down at you, thus snapping you out of your train of thought. He had reached Sam's window and was opening it.

you sighed and started climbing. "Yeah."

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"Easy Tiger" you heard Dean's voice say as you climbed in to the room through the window. The lights were turned off and you couldn't see very well. Your senses were heightened by your lack of vision and you were on edge. Part of being a hunter.

"Dean?" You heard Sam's voice say. You walked towards the noise. "You scared the crap out of me"

You could now see the shapes of Sam and Dean. Dean had Sam pinned. He certainly knew how to make an entrance.

Dean chuckled, "Thats cuz you're outta practice"

Sam flipped Dean over so that he was pinning him down. You smiled to yourself.

Dean laughed, "Or not," he changed his expression, You could tell he didn't like being overpowered by his younger brother. "Get off of me." he said, scowling.

Sam stood up, helping Dean up with him. You walked a little more towards them so they could see you.

"Julia?" Sam asked confused for a moment before he smiled and came forward to give you a hug. "What the hell are you two doing here?" he asked, after he pulled back. .

"I was looking for a beer," Dean said laughing at patting Sam's shoulders. you rolled your eyes, about to explain when the light turned on.

"Sam?" a woman with blonde hair came out of a room. She was very pretty and had medium length blonde hair and a kind smile. She was the type of girl that you would notice at a bar. Dean obviously thought the same by the way he was eyeing her.

"Hey, Jess." Sam replied looking back and forth between Dean, Jess, and you. "This is Dean, and Julia," he said, gesturing to you and Dean.

"Dean your brother?" she asked looking at Dean. you didn't think she'd ever met or talked to Dean before now. You had talked to her on the phone a couple times, just saying hello and what not. "Also hi Julia, it's nice to finally meet you." she smiled kindly at me.

"Likewise" You responded, giving her a smile back.

"I love the smurfs" Dean spoke up, looking at Jess. You rolled your eyes and shared a glance with Sam. "You know I've got to tell you," he began walking towards Jess. "You are completely out of my brother's league."

"And yours" You snorted.

Sam chuckled and Dean looked back at you, glaring.

"Let me go put something on" she said rolling her eyes and giving a small smile.

"No, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." he said. You and Jess rolled our eyes at the same time. You loved Dean but he could be a an ass.

"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here," he turned around and walked back to where Sam and you stood. "Talk about private family business, but nice meeting you," You folded my arms, Dean was making quite the impression. Jess gave a small smile and nodded.

"No," Sam said, walking across the room to Jess.

"Anything you want to say in front of me you can say in front of Jess," Sam added, wrapping an arm around Jess. You spoke up before Dean could say anything.

"Your dad hasn't been home in a few days" You said, making eye contact with Sam.

"So he's working overtime" Sam replied, clearly not understanding what you were trying to say. Dean spoke up before you could say anything else.

"Dads on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days,"

Sam's eyes immediately darkened.

"Jess excuse us." he said, not breaking eye contact with Dean.

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"You can't just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam spoke as you all walked down the stairs.

"Hey, he did the same thing to me two hours earlier" You retaliated.

"Dads missing, I need help finding him Sammy," Dean said, looking back behind him at Sam and you.

"Remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then too, he's always missing and he's always fine," Sam said. You were nearing the end of the staircase.

"He has a point Dean," You said. "He does this quite frequently." Of course you were going to go with Dean, just in case there was something wrong, even if everything was most likely okay. Besides, he had a bad feeling about it and you trusted Dean. Not only that but you had missed him a lot. Him and Sam were your bestfriends.

Dean reached the end of the wooden staircase and turned to you and Sam before speaking, "Never for this long, now are you two gonna come with me or not?"

"Of course I will dummy," You said, sending a small smile and roll of your eyes towards Dean. You walked down so you were standing beside him. Both of you turned your gaze to Sam.

"I'm not," Sam said, not changing his stance. "I swore I was done with hunting for good,"

You understood, Sam had always wanted a normal life, Dean, well Dean didn't always understand. You, well you were a hunter. You always would be. That didn't mean you didn't wonder what it would be like to live normally, or that you didn't want to.

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't always bad," Dean said before turning and walking ahead. Sam and you shared a look before walking. "

"Speak for yourself," You muttered under your breath so only Sam could hear.

"Oh yeah? When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45," Sam said continuing to walk up to Dean, leaving you in the back. You were nearing a door that led out to the street.

"What was he supposed to do?" Dean said, turning to face Sam.

"I was nine, he was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark," Sam replied looking back at Dean.

"Are you kidding me? You know what's out there, you should be afraid," Dean said in a defensive voice.

"Still, the way we grew up after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, we still haven't found the damn thing! So we kill everything we can find,"

"We save a lot of people doing it though Sam," You spoke up, having both the brothers stare back at you.

"Exactly," Dean agreed, nodding his head, and looking back at Sam.

Sam scoffs and said, "you think mom would have wanted this for us? " Sam glared at Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked out of the door with Sam and you following closely behind him.

"We were raised like warriors," Sam spoke up behind Dean, walking out on the dimly lit street.

"So what Sam? You wanna live the normal apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean said reaching the car and turning back to face Sam. You crossed your arms, shivering a bit with the cold. You pulled your jacket tighter around your body. You were getting tired of their bickering, both were too stubborn to see each other's views.

"Not normal, safe," Sam said, clenching his jaw.

"And that's why you ran away," Dean said matter of factly. You sighed audibly.

"I went to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone," Sam said. You noticed a pained expression on his face. You knew it wasn't easy for him. You talked on the phone frequently, letting each other know how everything was. You were close with both of them. You were twenty four years old so there was a two year difference between you and both of them.

"Dads, in real trouble, if he's not dead already," Dean replied back, looking Sam in the eye.

"That's enough Jesus Christ guys," You groaned, as both of the boys looked over at you.. "We've all seen and done shit normal people couldn't even dream of," You walked over to where Sam and Dean were standing by the trunk of the impala. "Dean, it's sam's choice whether or not he wants to come, just like it was his choice to go to college, not run away. Now stop arguing like idjits, you just saw each other for the first time in a while and you're already giving me a goddamn headache," You sighed and closed your eyes for a minute before opening them again. Both the boys stared back at me for a moment before Dean turned so he was looking at both Sam and you.

"I can't do this without you guys," he said, looking between the two of you.

"Yes you can." Sam said before you could respond, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah well I don't want to." Dean said, not looking at either of you. You knew Dean was a lot more worried then he was showing.

"I already told you, I'm in." You said, now turning your gaze to Sam.

Sam sighed, "What was he hunting?"

You smiled.

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"Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean said rummaging through all the weapons in the trunk. You stood on one side of him and Sam on the other.

"When John left why didn't you go with him?" You asked, staring at Dean as he continued looking throughout the trunk.

"I was working my own gig, a voodoo thing in New Orleans,"

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam asked with a surprised look on his face. You chuckled at his statement and at Deans reaction.

"I'm 26 dude." he said with an offended expression on his face.

You laughed again before focusing your attention to Dean pulling out papers from the trunk of the car.

"Dad was checking out a two lane black top just outside of Jericho, California." Dean said shuffling through the papers in his hand. "About a month ago, this guy, they found his car but he had vanished." He handed you papers and you started skimming through it.

"Maybe he was kidnapped?" You said, handing the papers to Sam.

"There was another one in april, '04, '03, '98, '92, ten of them over the past twenty years." Dean replied shuffling through the other papers, each with a man's face on them, before turning to look at you.

"All men," Sam said, handing the papers back to Dean.

"And all on the same 5- stretch mile of road." Dean replied. "They were happening more frequently, so dad went to dig around, that was three weeks ago," he looked at Sam and then at you. "I hadn't heard from him since, until yesterday," he said, pulling his phone from out of his pocket. He hit a button and you heard John's voice.

"Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try and figure out what's going on." Static covered whatever John was saying. "Be careful Dean. We're all in danger."

You frowned, before Sam spoke up, "you know there's evp on that?"

"Not bad sam," you glanced up at him, giving him a smile. He smiled back at you.

"All right," Dean said, pressing a couple buttons on his phone. "I slowed the message down and ran it through a goldwave, took out the hiss and this is what I got,"

"I can never go home" A woman's voice whispered.

"Never go home," You repeated looking between the two boys.

Dean nodded and shut the trunk, looking over at Sam. "You know in two years I haven't asked you for anything, I haven't bothered you." Dean said leaning against the trunk. You stood nearby. You were t nervous about John. It wasn't like him. You owed him your life and he was practically family.

"Please Sam?" You asked, puckering your lip a little. You weren't as good at the puppy dog look as Sam was but it sometimes worked.

He sighed looking at both Dean and you. Dean and you looked back.

"Fine I'll go, but I have to be back Monday,"

You smiled at Sam, and gave him a hug before he walked away, going off to pack and tell Jess.

"What's first thing monday?" Dean asked.

"His interview," You answered for Sam, smiling proudly, and looking at Dean as Sam turned around. Sam had told you about his interview over the phone a couple of weeks ago. You knew it was important to him, it determined his future and you were extremely proud.

Dean looked in between Sam and you. "A job interview? Skip it," You rolled your eyes at Dean's statement, as you seemed to be doing frequently today.

"It's a law school interview, it determines my future," Sam said exasperated.

"Law school?'' Dean clearly was not impressed.

"Do we have a Deal or not?"

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"Law school?" Dean asked you. You were both leaning against the trunk of baby, Sam had gone inside to get his things.

"Yup, and I don't wanna hear you and him fighting over it," You replied.

"But why law-" Dean started before you interrupted.

"Not. A. Word." You replied giving Dean a fake flashy smile.

"Alright, alright" he responded, giving it up. "By the way were you working on a case when I showed up?"

"No actually, I had finished it the night before, it was a simple salt and burn but I decided to stay one more night," You said, You could see my breath in front of you.

"Why's that? " he asked looking at you.

"Just a feeling I guess," which was true, you planned on leaving the next morning but something made you feel like sticking around for a bit longer.

"Well I'm glad you stayed as long as you did, otherwise I wouldn't have known where you are and I would've had to go look for you,"

"Yup" you said, nodding in agreement.

"By the way, thank you."

"For what?" You were confused.

"For coming with me and helping me find me Dad,"

"Of course," You said smiling at Dean. You leaned your head against his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

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Dean and you were in the car listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd. Sam had just walked out the door, carrying a duffel bag. He opened the trunk, and put his bag in it, before getting in the back seat.

"By the way, I call shotgun," you said, sticking your tongue out in the rear view mirror.

He rolled his eyes before sending me a smile.

"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself

Follow your heart and nothing else

And you can do this, oh baby, if you try

All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"

Dean stepped on the gas once again.

"I missed you boys"

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