sagiewinchester

[sagiewinchester]

everything feels performative.

[sagiewinchester]

forever. - s.w. - chapter 3

Word count - 3.6 k

a/n - hi this took so long to write and I still have to write the ending of the episode im basing this off of but it’ll go in the beginning of next chapter since it fits with that episode anyway and this is already long as all hell.

Warnings - none but let me know if i missed something. Not that edited.

likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!! 🤎

Sam and Ivy’s head popped up out of the water at the same time. He quickly look around to find his brother.

“Dean?” He called out.

“Over here!” Dean yelled, a little closer to the shore.

“Meet you over there.” Sam called out and turned back to Ivy.

“You alright?” He said, his eyes searching her face widely for any sign of hurt or discomfort.

“Yeah. A little out of breath but I’m okay.” She chuckled. Sam smiled.

“Okay, keep holding on.” He said and turned back to the shore. She wrapped her arms around him as he started swimming back to land.

“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked, once they reached land. Dean was on the ground, covered in mud.

“Never better.” Dean replied, looking up at them. Sam and Ivy helped him get up before walking back up to the bridge.

“Is the car alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now.” He said, closing the hood and leaning against it. He looked exhausted.

“That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean yelled out into the night. Ivy slapped his arm to get him to stop.

“Well, she doesn't want us digging around that for sure.” Sam said, looking between Ivy and Dean.

After a moment of silence, they all leaned against the hood of the Impala. Sam and Ivy took one look at each other then started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” God, he sounded like his dad.

“Dude, you smell like a toilet.” Sam said through a chuckle. Dean rolled his eyes and got in the car.

“Then let's find a place where you guys can crush and I can shower.”

That’s how they end up here. It was the first motel they found. Dean threw his card down.

“One room, please.” He said. The old man behind the counter picked up his car and started studying it like he just came across dinosaur bones.

“You guys having a reunion or something?” He asked, looking from the card back to the group on the other side of the counter.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked as Ivy watched Dean’s eyebrows furrow together.

“That other guy, Bert Afaramian. He came in and bought out a room for a whole month.” Ivy looked between the two brothers.

“What room?” Ivy asked.

“I think it was 10. Why’d you ask?” The old man asked.

“Might wanna stop by and say ‘hello’” She chuckled. The old man gave her a slight smirk and handed her the room key. She smiled and took it and walked out of the lobby with the boys following her.

“Sammy,” She said, stopping outside of a red door with ‘10’ written on it in gold lettering. Sam looked at her and gave her that questioning look he gives with one eyebrow raised.

“You know how to pick a lock, correct?” She asks, handing him a bobby pin and smiling. Sam took a good look at her then at her hand and smiled.

Without another word, he took the bobby in and picked the look in less than a minute. Both of the brothers went to look around, Ivy was set to keep looking out but that changed quickly when she got dragged in by the arm.

Just then she looked around the room. It was messy. Food half eaten and unwrapped, news clipping and pictures tapped to the wall, books scattered on the floor, windows drawn and all the lights out.

All three of them silently explore the small room. Ivy sees Dean out of the corner of her eye as she turns on a lamp and smells a half eaten fast food burger.

“I don't think he’s been here for the last few days at least.” He said, she nodded then turned back to Sam.

“Salt, cats-eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in.” He said, running the salt on the floor between his fingers. Ivy starts at the clippings on the wall, reading over each of them carefully. Sam stands next to her.

“What do you got here?” He asked, looking at her instead of the wall.

“Centennial highway victims.” She says as she feels Dean stand on the other side of her.

“I don’t get it.” He says, Ivy looks at him. “I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities.” He lists as Sam walks away, looking at the other wall with newspaper clippings and different articles.

“I mean there’s always a connection, so, what do these guys have in common?” Ivy said, thinking out loud. She turns around and studies Sam for a moment. He sees something on the wall and walk over to it.

“Dad figured it out.” He said, turning on a lamp. “He found the same article we did.” Both Dean and Ivy moved over to him.

“She is a woman in white.” She said.

“If we’re dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.” Dean says.

“She might have another weakness.” Sam hypothesizes. Dean shakes his head and begins walking back over to Sam.

“No, dad would want to make sure. He’d dig her up.” He said, stopping in front of the article, scanning over the words.

“Does it say where she was buried?” He asked.

“No, not that I can tell. If I were dad, though. I’d go ask her husband.” Sam shrugged. There was a pause before both the brothers turned to Ivy, who sighed.

“Why is it always me?” She rolled her eyes. The brothers just chuckled and looked back at the pictures and printed articles on the wall.

“Why don’t you see if you can find an address. I’m gonna get cleaned up.” Dean said, beginning to step away from the wall. Sam stopped him before he could.

“Hey, Dean. What I said earlier about mom and dad…” He paused, looking back at Ivy then at Dean again, like they were apologizing to both of them. “I’m sorry.”

Dean put his hand up. “No chick flick moments.” He said, that earned a chuckle from Sam.

“Alright. Jerk.”

“Bitch.” Dean retorted jokingly before walking down the hallways and into the bathroom. Sam chuckled again then turned to Ivy.

“Ives.” He spoke up after a moment, watching as she studied the wall. She turned her head and met his eyes.

“Hm?” She hummed.

“You know…I’m sorry to you too. ‘Bout what I said.” He said, taking a step closer to her. Sam didn’t know much of his mom since she died when he was a baby. However, Ivy always kept the memory of her alive. Telling her stories about how good of a mother figure she was, how proud of him she would be when he did something big, how she would make her laugh even in her darkest times.

“It’s okay.” She said, putting on a smile. Sam could see right through it, he tools another step closer.

“No, it's not. I was being an asshole.” He said, watching as her eyes widened a little more. Neither of them moved for a second. Until Sam suddenly opened his arms.

“Come mere.” He muttered. Ivy finally moved into his arms, head resting on his chest and arms wrapped around each other.

“Thank you.” She said, Sam nodded, chin resting on her head. Both of them stayed like that for a while until Sam felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

“It’s Jess.” He said, looking apologetic.

“Is she calling? Is something wrong?” Ivy asked, pulling away and looking up at him.

“It’s a voicemail. She must have called me and I missed it.” He said, pulling away completely, walking over to the bed and putting the phone to his ear.

Ivy nods and tries to push down this weird feeling in her chest. She sat on the opposite side of the Bed from Sam.

“Guys, I’m starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the dinner down the street. Want anything?” Dean asked, finally coming out of the bathroom looking way better than he did went in.

“No.” Sam said, his phone still up to his ear. Ivy shook her head and looked down at her fingers, fidgeting with them in her lap.

Dean nodded and glanced at both of them before walking out of the motel room. Ivy and Sam sat on the bed for a while before Sam put his phone back in his pocket.

“Is she okay?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine, she was just checking in.” He shot her a reassuring smile and rubbed his eyes.

“You alright?” Ivy asked, noticing the bags under his eyes.

“Yeah..I um..” Sam started but he was cut off by his phone beeping in his pocket. It was Dean.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Dude, Five-0. Take off.” Ivy heard Dean say through the phone. She knew what that meant. Police.

“What about you?” Sam asked, standing up and walking over to the window. Ivy followed, like always.

“Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad.” Dean said, his tone surprisingly calm for the situation he was in. Without another word, he hung up.

Sam peeked out from behind the curtains and saw an officer walking up to the door. He closed the curtains and without thinking, grabbed Ivy’s hand, running to the back of the room and looking for a way out. Which they found through a window in the bathroom that opened just enough for them to crawl out and run.

They ran all the way to the house that was in the middle of what was seemingly a junkyard. Ivy knocked on the door while Sam kept lookout. An old man with a tucker hat answered the door.

“Hi, are you Joseph Welch?” She asked, giving the man a polite smile.

“Yeah.” The man answered dryly.

“Hi. I’m April Rexinroad. I think my partner was here a few days ago. Is it okay if I just ask you some follow up questions?” She asked, lying through her teeth but she was so good at it that the old man would never know.

“What did this partner of yours look like?” He asked, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind him. Ivy pulled out a picture she found in the hotel room.

It was a picture of John and the boys. She remembers taking it. She handed it to the older man, who took it and studied it carefully.

“He’s the one in the middle.” Ivy clarified, she feels like she’s stating the obvious. The old man nodded and started walking around the house to his backyard. Lily followed.

“Yeah. He was older but that's him. He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter.” The older man said, handing pack the picture and continuing to walk.

“That’s right. Like I said, we’re working on a story together.” Ivy nodded, walking alongside him.

“Well, I don’t know what the hell kind of story you’re working on…the questions he asked me.” The man said, sounding skeptical.

“About your late wife, Constance?” Ivy asked, already knowing the answer.

“He asked me where she was buried.” He said.

“And where is that again?” She asked.

“What? I have to go through this twice?” Welch said, starting to sound irritated.

“It’s fact checking… if you don’t mind?” She said, giving him another polite smile. She already knew she was treading on very thin ice. Welch sighed and looked back down at the ground before him, continuing to walk.

“In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” He explained, his voice sounding slightly tighter with emotion.

“Why’d you move?” She asked, looking over to the man.

“I’m not gonna live in the same house where my children died.” Welch explained as the both reached the edge of the junkyard he lived around.

“Mr.Welch, did you ever marry again?” Ivy asked, her voice sounding more serious then before.

“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known.” He explained.

“So you had a happy marriage?” She asked, an edge of skepticism in her voice.

“Definitley.” He said calmly. Ivy nodded and let a beat of silence be between them before sighing.

“Well, that should be all. Thank you for your time.” She said, walking past him and back to the front of the house before pausing again and turning back to him.

“Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white?” She asked as the man whipped his head around.

“A what?” He asked, looking at her like she was a crazy person.

“A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman.” She explains, when there’s no response and only a crazy look, she continues.

“It’s a ghost story. Well, it’s more of a phenomenon, really.” She says, walking closer to him.

“They’re spirits. They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women you understand. But they all share the same story.” She continued until she was standing in front of him again.

“Little girl, I don’t care much for nonsense.” He says, turning his back to her and towards his house again.

“You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.” She continues, following him until Welch stops dead in his tracks and turns around.

“Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are curse, walking backroads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him and that man is never seen again.” She concludes.

“You think… You think that has something to do with Constance? You smartass.” Welch asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“You tell me.” She said. The man shook his head.

“I mean maybe-” The man cut himself off, his voice shaky, sounding like he was about to cry.

“Maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here, And you don’t come back.” He said, visibly shaking with anger.

After a moment of silence, the older man stared into Ivy’s soul. He stormed off and back inside the house. She sighed and walked back around to the front and to Sam, who was standing there, taking in the scenery.

“Hey.” She said, leaning next to him on he car. She sounded defeated.

“Didn’t go well?” Sam asked, shooting her a sideways glance. Ivy nodded.

“He said he ‘made some mistakes’ but he sounded so angry. I felt like an asshole.” She said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well, it’s getting dark. Let’s go get Dean.” He said, pushing off the hood of the car and sliding in the drivers seat.

It was insanely dark when the sound of Sam’s phone ringing erupted through the car. Ivy fished it out of her bag and handed it to him.

“Fake 911 phone call, Sammy. I don’t know, that's pretty illegal." Dean said through the phone.

“It was actually Ivy’s idea.” Sam corrected, shooting her a smile she could see even in the pitch black dark.

“You’re welcome.” She said from the passenger seat. She heard Dean chuckle through the phone.

“That’s my girl.” He said, Ivy could hear his smile through the phone. “Listen, we gotta talk.”

“Tell me about it.” Sam said, handing Ivy the phone.

“So the husband was unfaithful. Dad was right, we are dealing with a woman in white. She’s buried behind her old house. So that should have been Dad’s next-” She was cut off by the sound of Dean’s voice through the phone.

“Ives, shut up a second?” He cut in but Ivy kept going.

“I just don’t understand why he hasn’t found the corpse yet.” Ivy argued.

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.” There’s a beat of silence before Ivy speaks up again, looking between Sam and the road.

“What? How do you know?” She asked, Sam shot her another glance before looking back at the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“I have his journal.” Dean explained.

“He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.” Ivy shook her head.

“Well, he did his time.”

“What’s it say?” Sam asked, he could hear the whole conversation through the phone.

“Same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going.” Dean said. Sam nodded.

“Corrdinates. Where to?” He asked.

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Dean, what is going on?” Sam asked, turning his head.

“Sam!” Ivy called out. There was a woman in a white dress standing in the middle of the road. Sam couldn’t stop in time but the car seemed to go right through her.

The tires screech as the stop, both of them breathing heavily from the adrenaline. There was a beat of silence between them before they heard a voice ring out from behind them.

“Take me home.” It said, sounding as cold as ice. Both Sam and Ivy looked up at the review mirror. It was her, Constance.

“Take me home.” She repeated, sounding angier than before.

“No.” Sam said, calmly. Ivy glanced at him, trying not to move a muscle. Suddenly, they heard something tick and they both wiped their heads. The doors were locked. They both tried desperately to unlock it with their fingers to no avail. Sam turned his head but before he knew it the car was driving itself.

Ivy closed her eyes, tight. Maybe some part of her hoped that the ast few days were all some bad dream that she could now wake from. However, the longer and longer she could hear Sam’s heavy, panicked breathing, the more her hope slipped away.

He desperately tried to take control of the car again but changed. Constance's cold eyes looking up at him in the review mirror was the only constant.

Before they knew it, they had pulled up to the crime scene. Constance’s old house and the headlights shut off on their own.

“Don’t do this.” Sam spoke in that same calm voice. Ivy knew he was only doing it for her, so she could stay calm too. Ivy finally opened her eyes.

“I can never go home.” Constance spoke, her voice sounding echo-y and far away.

“You’re scared to go home.” Sam said, turning around to look at Constance, but all he found in the backseat was Ivy. He shot her a confused look before turning his head back to the front seat. And there she was. In the blink of an eye, Sam’s seat was laid all the way back and Constance was climbing on top of him.

“Hold me. I’m so cold.” She said, her voice low and seductive. Ivy cringed.

“You can’t kill me. I’m not unfaithful. I never have been.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth.

“You will be.” Constance says, leaning close before kissing him. Ivy cosed her eyes tight again. She could stand to watch it.

There was a beat of silence when she opened her eyes and suddenly Constance was gone.

“Sammy are you okay-” She tired but she was cut off by the most blood curdling scream from Sam. It made tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. It was shortly followed by the sound of something burning.

Sam unzipped his jacket to reveal five holes in his chest. Ivy looked at his figure with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. Before she could think, Constance’s figure appeared over him again, flickering before her. She screamed.

Suddenly, the glass was broken by gunshots. Ivy jumped as Constance's figure flickered again and again. Dean kept shooting. Once it disappeared. Sam sat up and the engine turned over.

“I’m taking you home. Ivy, hold on!” He exclaimed, stepping on the gas and driving through the house.

“Sam!” Ivy heard Dean call after them as they drove through the abandoned house, breaking everything in its sight. Once they stopped, Dean ran in.

“Sam! Ivy!” He called out.

“Here!” Sam said, weakly answering for the both of them.

“You okay?” He said asked Sam.

“I think.”

“Can you move?”

“Yeah. Help me.” Sam said, grabbing onto Dean and climbing out of the car. Ivy did the Sam and immediately went to Sam’s side when she could stand. They were met with Constance, staring down at a picture, then meeting all three of their gazes.

She threw the picture to the ground and suddenly, before they could move, a dresser came flying toward them, holding them in place. Ivy grabbed Sam’s arms before she could think.

They watch as Constance looks up the stairs and then her children appear behind her, hugging her both. She screams before becoming a puddle of water on the floor.

They feel the dresser pressed against them loosen a little and they all pushed it over but, Ivy’s hand stays on Sam’s arm as the walk over to the spot Constance was moments before.

“So this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean observes.

“That’s why she could never go home.” Sam nods.

“She was too scared to face them.” Ivy speaks quietly.

“You found her weak spot.” Dean says, looking between the two of them. Dean slaps Sam on the chest and he makes this sound between a laugh and a huff in pain.

“Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting casper in the face, you freak?” Sam asked.

“Hey, I saved your asses. The both of yah.” Dean argues, before turning.

“I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.” He says, looking back at them. Both Sam and Ivy chuckle.

[sagiewinchester]

forever. - s.w. - chapter 3

Word count - 3.6 k

a/n - hi this took so long to write and I still have to write the ending of the episode im basing this off of but it’ll go in the beginning of next chapter since it fits with that episode anyway and this is already long as all hell.

Warnings - none but let me know if i missed something. Not that edited.

likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!! 🤎

Sam and Ivy’s head popped up out of the water at the same time. He quickly look around to find his brother.

“Dean?” He called out.

“Over here!” Dean yelled, a little closer to the shore.

“Meet you over there.” Sam called out and turned back to Ivy.

“You alright?” He said, his eyes searching her face widely for any sign of hurt or discomfort.

“Yeah. A little out of breath but I’m okay.” She chuckled. Sam smiled.

“Okay, keep holding on.” He said and turned back to the shore. She wrapped her arms around him as he started swimming back to land.

“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked, once they reached land. Dean was on the ground, covered in mud.

“Never better.” Dean replied, looking up at them. Sam and Ivy helped him get up before walking back up to the bridge.

“Is the car alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now.” He said, closing the hood and leaning against it. He looked exhausted.

“That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean yelled out into the night. Ivy slapped his arm to get him to stop.

“Well, she doesn't want us digging around that for sure.” Sam said, looking between Ivy and Dean.

After a moment of silence, they all leaned against the hood of the Impala. Sam and Ivy took one look at each other then started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” God, he sounded like his dad.

“Dude, you smell like a toilet.” Sam said through a chuckle. Dean rolled his eyes and got in the car.

“Then let's find a place where you guys can crush and I can shower.”

That’s how they end up here. It was the first motel they found. Dean threw his card down.

“One room, please.” He said. The old man behind the counter picked up his car and started studying it like he just came across dinosaur bones.

“You guys having a reunion or something?” He asked, looking from the card back to the group on the other side of the counter.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked as Ivy watched Dean’s eyebrows furrow together.

“That other guy, Bert Afaramian. He came in and bought out a room for a whole month.” Ivy looked between the two brothers.

“What room?” Ivy asked.

“I think it was 10. Why’d you ask?” The old man asked.

“Might wanna stop by and say ‘hello’” She chuckled. The old man gave her a slight smirk and handed her the room key. She smiled and took it and walked out of the lobby with the boys following her.

“Sammy,” She said, stopping outside of a red door with ‘10’ written on it in gold lettering. Sam looked at her and gave her that questioning look he gives with one eyebrow raised.

“You know how to pick a lock, correct?” She asks, handing him a bobby pin and smiling. Sam took a good look at her then at her hand and smiled.

Without another word, he took the bobby in and picked the look in less than a minute. Both of the brothers went to look around, Ivy was set to keep looking out but that changed quickly when she got dragged in by the arm.

Just then she looked around the room. It was messy. Food half eaten and unwrapped, news clipping and pictures tapped to the wall, books scattered on the floor, windows drawn and all the lights out.

All three of them silently explore the small room. Ivy sees Dean out of the corner of her eye as she turns on a lamp and smells a half eaten fast food burger.

“I don't think he’s been here for the last few days at least.” He said, she nodded then turned back to Sam.

“Salt, cats-eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in.” He said, running the salt on the floor between his fingers. Ivy starts at the clippings on the wall, reading over each of them carefully. Sam stands next to her.

“What do you got here?” He asked, looking at her instead of the wall.

“Centennial highway victims.” She says as she feels Dean stand on the other side of her.

“I don’t get it.” He says, Ivy looks at him. “I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities.” He lists as Sam walks away, looking at the other wall with newspaper clippings and different articles.

“I mean there’s always a connection, so, what do these guys have in common?” Ivy said, thinking out loud. She turns around and studies Sam for a moment. He sees something on the wall and walk over to it.

“Dad figured it out.” He said, turning on a lamp. “He found the same article we did.” Both Dean and Ivy moved over to him.

“She is a woman in white.” She said.

“If we’re dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.” Dean says.

“She might have another weakness.” Sam hypothesizes. Dean shakes his head and begins walking back over to Sam.

“No, dad would want to make sure. He’d dig her up.” He said, stopping in front of the article, scanning over the words.

“Does it say where she was buried?” He asked.

“No, not that I can tell. If I were dad, though. I’d go ask her husband.” Sam shrugged. There was a pause before both the brothers turned to Ivy, who sighed.

“Why is it always me?” She rolled her eyes. The brothers just chuckled and looked back at the pictures and printed articles on the wall.

“Why don’t you see if you can find an address. I’m gonna get cleaned up.” Dean said, beginning to step away from the wall. Sam stopped him before he could.

“Hey, Dean. What I said earlier about mom and dad…” He paused, looking back at Ivy then at Dean again, like they were apologizing to both of them. “I’m sorry.”

Dean put his hand up. “No chick flick moments.” He said, that earned a chuckle from Sam.

“Alright. Jerk.”

“Bitch.” Dean retorted jokingly before walking down the hallways and into the bathroom. Sam chuckled again then turned to Ivy.

“Ives.” He spoke up after a moment, watching as she studied the wall. She turned her head and met his eyes.

“Hm?” She hummed.

“You know…I’m sorry to you too. ‘Bout what I said.” He said, taking a step closer to her. Sam didn’t know much of his mom since she died when he was a baby. However, Ivy always kept the memory of her alive. Telling her stories about how good of a mother figure she was, how proud of him she would be when he did something big, how she would make her laugh even in her darkest times.

“It’s okay.” She said, putting on a smile. Sam could see right through it, he tools another step closer.

“No, it's not. I was being an asshole.” He said, watching as her eyes widened a little more. Neither of them moved for a second. Until Sam suddenly opened his arms.

“Come mere.” He muttered. Ivy finally moved into his arms, head resting on his chest and arms wrapped around each other.

“Thank you.” She said, Sam nodded, chin resting on her head. Both of them stayed like that for a while until Sam felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

“It’s Jess.” He said, looking apologetic.

“Is she calling? Is something wrong?” Ivy asked, pulling away and looking up at him.

“It’s a voicemail. She must have called me and I missed it.” He said, pulling away completely, walking over to the bed and putting the phone to his ear.

Ivy nods and tries to push down this weird feeling in her chest. She sat on the opposite side of the Bed from Sam.

“Guys, I’m starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the dinner down the street. Want anything?” Dean asked, finally coming out of the bathroom looking way better than he did went in.

“No.” Sam said, his phone still up to his ear. Ivy shook her head and looked down at her fingers, fidgeting with them in her lap.

Dean nodded and glanced at both of them before walking out of the motel room. Ivy and Sam sat on the bed for a while before Sam put his phone back in his pocket.

“Is she okay?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine, she was just checking in.” He shot her a reassuring smile and rubbed his eyes.

“You alright?” Ivy asked, noticing the bags under his eyes.

“Yeah..I um..” Sam started but he was cut off by his phone beeping in his pocket. It was Dean.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Dude, Five-0. Take off.” Ivy heard Dean say through the phone. She knew what that meant. Police.

“What about you?” Sam asked, standing up and walking over to the window. Ivy followed, like always.

“Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad.” Dean said, his tone surprisingly calm for the situation he was in. Without another word, he hung up.

Sam peeked out from behind the curtains and saw an officer walking up to the door. He closed the curtains and without thinking, grabbed Ivy’s hand, running to the back of the room and looking for a way out. Which they found through a window in the bathroom that opened just enough for them to crawl out and run.

They ran all the way to the house that was in the middle of what was seemingly a junkyard. Ivy knocked on the door while Sam kept lookout. An old man with a tucker hat answered the door.

“Hi, are you Joseph Welch?” She asked, giving the man a polite smile.

“Yeah.” The man answered dryly.

“Hi. I’m April Rexinroad. I think my partner was here a few days ago. Is it okay if I just ask you some follow up questions?” She asked, lying through her teeth but she was so good at it that the old man would never know.

“What did this partner of yours look like?” He asked, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind him. Ivy pulled out a picture she found in the hotel room.

It was a picture of John and the boys. She remembers taking it. She handed it to the older man, who took it and studied it carefully.

“He’s the one in the middle.” Ivy clarified, she feels like she’s stating the obvious. The old man nodded and started walking around the house to his backyard. Lily followed.

“Yeah. He was older but that's him. He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter.” The older man said, handing pack the picture and continuing to walk.

“That’s right. Like I said, we’re working on a story together.” Ivy nodded, walking alongside him.

“Well, I don’t know what the hell kind of story you’re working on…the questions he asked me.” The man said, sounding skeptical.

“About your late wife, Constance?” Ivy asked, already knowing the answer.

“He asked me where she was buried.” He said.

“And where is that again?” She asked.

“What? I have to go through this twice?” Welch said, starting to sound irritated.

“It’s fact checking… if you don’t mind?” She said, giving him another polite smile. She already knew she was treading on very thin ice. Welch sighed and looked back down at the ground before him, continuing to walk.

“In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” He explained, his voice sounding slightly tighter with emotion.

“Why’d you move?” She asked, looking over to the man.

“I’m not gonna live in the same house where my children died.” Welch explained as the both reached the edge of the junkyard he lived around.

“Mr.Welch, did you ever marry again?” Ivy asked, her voice sounding more serious then before.

“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known.” He explained.

“So you had a happy marriage?” She asked, an edge of skepticism in her voice.

“Definitley.” He said calmly. Ivy nodded and let a beat of silence be between them before sighing.

“Well, that should be all. Thank you for your time.” She said, walking past him and back to the front of the house before pausing again and turning back to him.

“Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white?” She asked as the man whipped his head around.

“A what?” He asked, looking at her like she was a crazy person.

“A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman.” She explains, when there’s no response and only a crazy look, she continues.

“It’s a ghost story. Well, it’s more of a phenomenon, really.” She says, walking closer to him.

“They’re spirits. They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women you understand. But they all share the same story.” She continued until she was standing in front of him again.

“Little girl, I don’t care much for nonsense.” He says, turning his back to her and towards his house again.

“You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.” She continues, following him until Welch stops dead in his tracks and turns around.

“Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are curse, walking backroads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him and that man is never seen again.” She concludes.

“You think… You think that has something to do with Constance? You smartass.” Welch asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“You tell me.” She said. The man shook his head.

“I mean maybe-” The man cut himself off, his voice shaky, sounding like he was about to cry.

“Maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here, And you don’t come back.” He said, visibly shaking with anger.

After a moment of silence, the older man stared into Ivy’s soul. He stormed off and back inside the house. She sighed and walked back around to the front and to Sam, who was standing there, taking in the scenery.

“Hey.” She said, leaning next to him on he car. She sounded defeated.

“Didn’t go well?” Sam asked, shooting her a sideways glance. Ivy nodded.

“He said he ‘made some mistakes’ but he sounded so angry. I felt like an asshole.” She said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well, it’s getting dark. Let’s go get Dean.” He said, pushing off the hood of the car and sliding in the drivers seat.

It was insanely dark when the sound of Sam’s phone ringing erupted through the car. Ivy fished it out of her bag and handed it to him.

“Fake 911 phone call, Sammy. I don’t know, that's pretty illegal." Dean said through the phone.

“It was actually Ivy’s idea.” Sam corrected, shooting her a smile she could see even in the pitch black dark.

“You’re welcome.” She said from the passenger seat. She heard Dean chuckle through the phone.

“That’s my girl.” He said, Ivy could hear his smile through the phone. “Listen, we gotta talk.”

“Tell me about it.” Sam said, handing Ivy the phone.

“So the husband was unfaithful. Dad was right, we are dealing with a woman in white. She’s buried behind her old house. So that should have been Dad’s next-” She was cut off by the sound of Dean’s voice through the phone.

“Ives, shut up a second?” He cut in but Ivy kept going.

“I just don’t understand why he hasn’t found the corpse yet.” Ivy argued.

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.” There’s a beat of silence before Ivy speaks up again, looking between Sam and the road.

“What? How do you know?” She asked, Sam shot her another glance before looking back at the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“I have his journal.” Dean explained.

“He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.” Ivy shook her head.

“Well, he did his time.”

“What’s it say?” Sam asked, he could hear the whole conversation through the phone.

“Same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going.” Dean said. Sam nodded.

“Corrdinates. Where to?” He asked.

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Dean, what is going on?” Sam asked, turning his head.

“Sam!” Ivy called out. There was a woman in a white dress standing in the middle of the road. Sam couldn’t stop in time but the car seemed to go right through her.

The tires screech as the stop, both of them breathing heavily from the adrenaline. There was a beat of silence between them before they heard a voice ring out from behind them.

“Take me home.” It said, sounding as cold as ice. Both Sam and Ivy looked up at the review mirror. It was her, Constance.

“Take me home.” She repeated, sounding angier than before.

“No.” Sam said, calmly. Ivy glanced at him, trying not to move a muscle. Suddenly, they heard something tick and they both wiped their heads. The doors were locked. They both tried desperately to unlock it with their fingers to no avail. Sam turned his head but before he knew it the car was driving itself.

Ivy closed her eyes, tight. Maybe some part of her hoped that the ast few days were all some bad dream that she could now wake from. However, the longer and longer she could hear Sam’s heavy, panicked breathing, the more her hope slipped away.

He desperately tried to take control of the car again but changed. Constance's cold eyes looking up at him in the review mirror was the only constant.

Before they knew it, they had pulled up to the crime scene. Constance’s old house and the headlights shut off on their own.

“Don’t do this.” Sam spoke in that same calm voice. Ivy knew he was only doing it for her, so she could stay calm too. Ivy finally opened her eyes.

“I can never go home.” Constance spoke, her voice sounding echo-y and far away.

“You’re scared to go home.” Sam said, turning around to look at Constance, but all he found in the backseat was Ivy. He shot her a confused look before turning his head back to the front seat. And there she was. In the blink of an eye, Sam’s seat was laid all the way back and Constance was climbing on top of him.

“Hold me. I’m so cold.” She said, her voice low and seductive. Ivy cringed.

“You can’t kill me. I’m not unfaithful. I never have been.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth.

“You will be.” Constance says, leaning close before kissing him. Ivy cosed her eyes tight again. She could stand to watch it.

There was a beat of silence when she opened her eyes and suddenly Constance was gone.

“Sammy are you okay-” She tired but she was cut off by the most blood curdling scream from Sam. It made tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. It was shortly followed by the sound of something burning.

Sam unzipped his jacket to reveal five holes in his chest. Ivy looked at his figure with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. Before she could think, Constance’s figure appeared over him again, flickering before her. She screamed.

Suddenly, the glass was broken by gunshots. Ivy jumped as Constance's figure flickered again and again. Dean kept shooting. Once it disappeared. Sam sat up and the engine turned over.

“I’m taking you home. Ivy, hold on!” He exclaimed, stepping on the gas and driving through the house.

“Sam!” Ivy heard Dean call after them as they drove through the abandoned house, breaking everything in its sight. Once they stopped, Dean ran in.

“Sam! Ivy!” He called out.

“Here!” Sam said, weakly answering for the both of them.

“You okay?” He said asked Sam.

“I think.”

“Can you move?”

“Yeah. Help me.” Sam said, grabbing onto Dean and climbing out of the car. Ivy did the Sam and immediately went to Sam’s side when she could stand. They were met with Constance, staring down at a picture, then meeting all three of their gazes.

She threw the picture to the ground and suddenly, before they could move, a dresser came flying toward them, holding them in place. Ivy grabbed Sam’s arms before she could think.

They watch as Constance looks up the stairs and then her children appear behind her, hugging her both. She screams before becoming a puddle of water on the floor.

They feel the dresser pressed against them loosen a little and they all pushed it over but, Ivy’s hand stays on Sam’s arm as the walk over to the spot Constance was moments before.

“So this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean observes.

“That’s why she could never go home.” Sam nods.

“She was too scared to face them.” Ivy speaks quietly.

“You found her weak spot.” Dean says, looking between the two of them. Dean slaps Sam on the chest and he makes this sound between a laugh and a huff in pain.

“Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting casper in the face, you freak?” Sam asked.

“Hey, I saved your asses. The both of yah.” Dean argues, before turning.

“I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.” He says, looking back at them. Both Sam and Ivy chuckle.

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forever. - s.w. - chapter 3

Word count - 3.6 k

a/n - hi this took so long to write and I still have to write the ending of the episode im basing this off of but it’ll go in the beginning of next chapter since it fits with that episode anyway and this is already long as all hell.

Warnings - none but let me know if i missed something. Not that edited.

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Sam and Ivy’s head popped up out of the water at the same time. He quickly look around to find his brother.

“Dean?” He called out.

“Over here!” Dean yelled, a little closer to the shore.

“Meet you over there.” Sam called out and turned back to Ivy.

“You alright?” He said, his eyes searching her face widely for any sign of hurt or discomfort.

“Yeah. A little out of breath but I’m okay.” She chuckled. Sam smiled.

“Okay, keep holding on.” He said and turned back to the shore. She wrapped her arms around him as he started swimming back to land.

“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked, once they reached land. Dean was on the ground, covered in mud.

“Never better.” Dean replied, looking up at them. Sam and Ivy helped him get up before walking back up to the bridge.

“Is the car alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now.” He said, closing the hood and leaning against it. He looked exhausted.

“That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean yelled out into the night. Ivy slapped his arm to get him to stop.

“Well, she doesn't want us digging around that for sure.” Sam said, looking between Ivy and Dean.

After a moment of silence, they all leaned against the hood of the Impala. Sam and Ivy took one look at each other then started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” God, he sounded like his dad.

“Dude, you smell like a toilet.” Sam said through a chuckle. Dean rolled his eyes and got in the car.

“Then let's find a place where you guys can crush and I can shower.”

That’s how they end up here. It was the first motel they found. Dean threw his card down.

“One room, please.” He said. The old man behind the counter picked up his car and started studying it like he just came across dinosaur bones.

“You guys having a reunion or something?” He asked, looking from the card back to the group on the other side of the counter.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked as Ivy watched Dean’s eyebrows furrow together.

“That other guy, Bert Afaramian. He came in and bought out a room for a whole month.” Ivy looked between the two brothers.

“What room?” Ivy asked.

“I think it was 10. Why’d you ask?” The old man asked.

“Might wanna stop by and say ‘hello’” She chuckled. The old man gave her a slight smirk and handed her the room key. She smiled and took it and walked out of the lobby with the boys following her.

“Sammy,” She said, stopping outside of a red door with ‘10’ written on it in gold lettering. Sam looked at her and gave her that questioning look he gives with one eyebrow raised.

“You know how to pick a lock, correct?” She asks, handing him a bobby pin and smiling. Sam took a good look at her then at her hand and smiled.

Without another word, he took the bobby in and picked the look in less than a minute. Both of the brothers went to look around, Ivy was set to keep looking out but that changed quickly when she got dragged in by the arm.

Just then she looked around the room. It was messy. Food half eaten and unwrapped, news clipping and pictures tapped to the wall, books scattered on the floor, windows drawn and all the lights out.

All three of them silently explore the small room. Ivy sees Dean out of the corner of her eye as she turns on a lamp and smells a half eaten fast food burger.

“I don't think he’s been here for the last few days at least.” He said, she nodded then turned back to Sam.

“Salt, cats-eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in.” He said, running the salt on the floor between his fingers. Ivy starts at the clippings on the wall, reading over each of them carefully. Sam stands next to her.

“What do you got here?” He asked, looking at her instead of the wall.

“Centennial highway victims.” She says as she feels Dean stand on the other side of her.

“I don’t get it.” He says, Ivy looks at him. “I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities.” He lists as Sam walks away, looking at the other wall with newspaper clippings and different articles.

“I mean there’s always a connection, so, what do these guys have in common?” Ivy said, thinking out loud. She turns around and studies Sam for a moment. He sees something on the wall and walk over to it.

“Dad figured it out.” He said, turning on a lamp. “He found the same article we did.” Both Dean and Ivy moved over to him.

“She is a woman in white.” She said.

“If we’re dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.” Dean says.

“She might have another weakness.” Sam hypothesizes. Dean shakes his head and begins walking back over to Sam.

“No, dad would want to make sure. He’d dig her up.” He said, stopping in front of the article, scanning over the words.

“Does it say where she was buried?” He asked.

“No, not that I can tell. If I were dad, though. I’d go ask her husband.” Sam shrugged. There was a pause before both the brothers turned to Ivy, who sighed.

“Why is it always me?” She rolled her eyes. The brothers just chuckled and looked back at the pictures and printed articles on the wall.

“Why don’t you see if you can find an address. I’m gonna get cleaned up.” Dean said, beginning to step away from the wall. Sam stopped him before he could.

“Hey, Dean. What I said earlier about mom and dad…” He paused, looking back at Ivy then at Dean again, like they were apologizing to both of them. “I’m sorry.”

Dean put his hand up. “No chick flick moments.” He said, that earned a chuckle from Sam.

“Alright. Jerk.”

“Bitch.” Dean retorted jokingly before walking down the hallways and into the bathroom. Sam chuckled again then turned to Ivy.

“Ives.” He spoke up after a moment, watching as she studied the wall. She turned her head and met his eyes.

“Hm?” She hummed.

“You know…I’m sorry to you too. ‘Bout what I said.” He said, taking a step closer to her. Sam didn’t know much of his mom since she died when he was a baby.

However, Ivy always kept the memory of her alive. Telling her stories about how good of a mother figure she was, how proud of him she would be when he did something big, how she would make her laugh even in her darkest times.

“It’s okay.” She said, putting on a smile. Sam could see right through it, he takes another step closer.

“No, it's not. I was being an asshole.” He said, watching as her eyes widened a little more. Neither of them moved for a second. Until Sam suddenly opened his arms.

“Come mere.” He muttered. Ivy finally moved into his arms, head resting on his chest and arms wrapped around each other.

“Thank you.” She said, Sam nodded, chin resting on her head. Both of them stayed like that for a while until Sam felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

“It’s Jess.” He said, looking apologetic.

“Is she calling? Is something wrong?” Ivy asked, pulling away and looking up at him.

“It’s a voicemail. She must have called me and I missed it.” He said, pulling away completely, walking over to the bed and putting the phone to his ear.

Ivy nods and tries to push down this weird feeling in her chest. She sat on the opposite side of the Bed from Sam.

“Guys, I’m starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the dinner down the street. Want anything?” Dean asked, finally coming out of the bathroom looking way better than he did went in.

“No.” Sam said, his phone still up to his ear. Ivy shook her head and looked down at her fingers, fidgeting with them in her lap.

Dean nodded and glanced at both of them before walking out of the motel room. Ivy and Sam sat on the bed for a while before Sam put his phone back in his pocket.

“Is she okay?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine, she was just checking in.” He shot her a reassuring smile and rubbed his eyes.

“You alright?” Ivy asked, noticing the bags under his eyes.

“Yeah..I um..” Sam started but he was cut off by his phone beeping in his pocket. It was Dean.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Dude, Five-0. Take off.” Ivy heard Dean say through the phone. She knew what that meant. Police.

“What about you?” Sam asked, standing up and walking over to the window. Ivy followed, like always.

“Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad.” Dean said, his tone surprisingly calm for the situation he was in. Without another word, he hung up.

Sam peeked out from behind the curtains and saw an officer walking up to the door. He closed the curtains and without thinking, grabbed Ivy’s hand, running to the back of the room and looking for a way out. Which they found through a window in the bathroom that opened just enough for them to crawl out and run.

Once they knew the police were gone, they snuck around the front and drove off in Dean’s car to a house surrounded but what’s was seemingly a junkyard. Ivy knocked on the door while Sam kept lookout. An old man with a tucker hat answered the door.

“Hi, are you Joseph Welch?” She asked, giving the man a polite smile.

“Yeah.” The man answered dryly.

“Hi. I’m April Rexinroad. I think my partner was here a few days ago. Is it okay if I just ask you some follow up questions?” She asked, lying through her teeth but she was so good at it that the old man would never know.

“What did this partner of yours look like?” He asked, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind him. Ivy pulled out a picture she found in the hotel room.

It was a picture of John and the boys. She remembers taking it. She handed it to the older man, who took it and studied it carefully.

“He’s the one in the middle.” Ivy clarified, she feels like she’s stating the obvious. The old man nodded and started walking around the house to his backyard. Lily followed.

“Yeah. He was older but that's him. He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter.” The older man said, handing pack the picture and continuing to walk.

“That’s right. Like I said, we’re working on a story together.” Ivy nodded, walking alongside him.

“Well, I don’t know what the hell kind of story you’re working on…the questions he asked me.” The man said, sounding skeptical.

“About your late wife, Constance?” Ivy asked, already knowing the answer.

“He asked me where she was buried.” He said.

“And where is that again?” She asked.

“What? I have to go through this twice?” Welch said, starting to sound irritated.

“It’s fact checking… if you don’t mind?” She said, giving him another polite smile. She already knew she was treading on very thin ice. Welch sighed and looked back down at the ground before him, continuing to walk.

“In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” He explained, his voice sounding slightly tighter with emotion.

“Why’d you move?” She asked, looking over to the man.

“I’m not gonna live in the same house where my children died.” Welch explained as the both reached the edge of the junkyard he lived around.

“Mr.Welch, did you ever marry again?” Ivy asked, her voice sounding more serious then before.

“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known.” He explained.

“So you had a happy marriage?” She asked, an edge of skepticism in her voice.

“Definitley.” He said calmly. Ivy nodded and let a beat of silence be between them before sighing.

“Well, that should be all. Thank you for your time.” She said, walking past him and back to the front of the house before pausing again and turning back to him.

“Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white?” She asked as the man whipped his head around.

“A what?” He asked, looking at her like she was a crazy person.

“A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman.” She explains, when there’s no response and only a crazy look, she continues.

“It’s a ghost story. Well, it’s more of a phenomenon, really.” She says, walking closer to him.

“They’re spirits. They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women you understand. But they all share the same story.” She continued until she was standing in front of him again.

“Little girl, I don’t care much for nonsense.” He says, turning his back to her and towards his house again.

“You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.” She continues, following him until Welch stops dead in his tracks and turns around.

“Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are curse, walking backroads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him and that man is never seen again.” She concludes.

“You think… You think that has something to do with Constance? You smartass.” Welch asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“You tell me.” She said. The man shook his head.

“I mean maybe-” The man cut himself off, his voice shaky, sounding like he was about to cry.

“Maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here, And you don’t come back.” He said, visibly shaking with anger.

After a moment of silence, the older man stared into Ivy’s soul. He stormed off and back inside the house. She sighed and walked back around to the front and to Sam, who was standing there, taking in the scenery.

“Hey.” She said, leaning next to him on he car. She sounded defeated.

“Didn’t go well?” Sam asked, shooting her a sideways glance. Ivy nodded.

“He said he ‘made some mistakes’ but he sounded so angry. I felt like an asshole.” She said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well, it’s getting dark. Let’s go get Dean.” He said, pushing off the hood of the car and sliding in the drivers seat.

It was insanely dark when the sound of Sam’s phone ringing erupted through the car. Ivy fished it out of her bag and handed it to him.

“Fake 911 phone call, Sammy. I don’t know, that's pretty illegal." Dean said through the phone.

“It was actually Ivy’s idea.” Sam corrected, shooting her a smile she could see even in the pitch black dark.

“You’re welcome.” She said from the passenger seat. She heard Dean chuckle through the phone.

“That’s my girl.” He said, Ivy could hear his smile through the phone. “Listen, we gotta talk.”

“Tell me about it.” Sam said, handing Ivy the phone.

“So the husband was unfaithful. Dad was right, we are dealing with a woman in white. She’s buried behind her old house. So that should have been Dad’s next-” She was cut off by the sound of Dean’s voice through the phone.

“Ives, shut up a second?” He cut in but Ivy kept going.

“I just don’t understand why he hasn’t found the corpse yet.” Ivy argued.

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.” There’s a beat of silence before Ivy speaks up again, looking between Sam and the road.

“What? How do you know?” She asked, Sam shot her another glance before looking back at the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“I have his journal.” Dean explained.

“He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.” Ivy shook her head.

“Well, he did his time.”

“What’s it say?” Sam asked, he could hear the whole conversation through the phone.

“Same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going.” Dean said. Sam nodded.

“Corrdinates. Where to?” He asked.

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Dean, what is going on?” Sam asked, turning his head.

“Sam!” Ivy called out. There was a woman in a white dress standing in the middle of the road. Sam couldn’t stop in time but the car seemed to go right through her.

The tires screech as the stop, both of them breathing heavily from the adrenaline. There was a beat of silence between them before they heard a voice ring out from behind them.

“Take me home.” It said, sounding as cold as ice. Both Sam and Ivy looked up at the review mirror. It was her, Constance.

“Take me home.” She repeated, sounding angier than before.

“No.” Sam said, calmly. Ivy glanced at him, trying not to move a muscle. Suddenly, they heard something tick and they both wiped their heads. The doors were locked. They both tried desperately to unlock it with their fingers to no avail. Sam turned his head but before he knew it the car was driving itself.

Ivy closed her eyes, tight. Maybe some part of her hoped that the last few days were all some bad dream that she could now wake from. However, the longer and longer she could hear Sam’s heavy, panicked breathing, the more her hope slipped away.

Sam desperately tried to take control of the car again but failed. Constance's cold eyes looking up at him in the review mirror was the only constant.

Before they knew it, they had pulled up to the crime scene. Constance’s old house and the headlights shut off on their own.

“Don’t do this.” Sam spoke in that same calm voice. Ivy knew he was only doing it for her, so she could stay calm too. Ivy finally opened her eyes.

“I can never go home.” Constance spoke, her voice sounding echo-y and far away.

“You’re scared to go home.” Sam said, turning around to look at Constance, but all he found in the backseat was Ivy.

He shot her a confused look before turning his head back to the front seat. And there she was. In the blink of an eye, Sam’s seat was laid all the way back and Constance was climbing on top of him.

“Hold me. I’m so cold.” She said, her voice low and seductive. Ivy cringed.

“You can’t kill me. I’m not unfaithful. I never have been.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth.

“You will be.” Constance says, leaning close before kissing him. Ivy cosed her eyes tight again. She could stand to watch it.

There was a beat of silence when she opened her eyes and suddenly Constance was gone.

“Sammy are you okay-” She tired but she was cut off by the most blood curdling scream from Sam. It made tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. It was shortly followed by the sound of something burning.

Sam unzipped his jacket to reveal five holes in his chest. Ivy looked at his figure with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. Before she could think, Constance’s figure appeared over him again, flickering before her. She screamed.

Suddenly, the glass was broken by gunshots. Ivy jumped as Constance's figure flickered again and again. Dean kept shooting. Once it disappeared. Sam sat up and the engine turned over.

“I’m taking you home. Ivy, hold on!” He exclaimed, stepping on the gas and driving through the house.

“Sam!” Ivy heard Dean call after them as they drove through the abandoned house, breaking everything in its sight. Once they stopped, Dean ran in.

“Sam! Ivy!” He called out.

“Here!” Sam said, weakly answering for the both of them.

���You okay?” He said asked Sam.

“I think.”

“Can you move?”

“Yeah. Help me.” Sam said, grabbing onto Dean and climbing out of the car. Ivy did the Sam and immediately went to Sam’s side when she could stand. They were met with Constance, staring down at a picture, then meeting all three of their gazes.

She threw the picture to the ground and suddenly, before they could move, a dresser came flying toward them, holding them in place. Ivy grabbed Sam’s arms before she could think.

They watch as Constance looks up the stairs and then her children appear behind her, hugging her both. She screams before becoming a puddle of water on the floor.

They feel the dresser pressed against them loosen a little and they all pushed it over but, Ivy’s hand stays on Sam’s arm as the walk over to the spot Constance was moments before.

“So this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean observes.

“That’s why she could never go home.” Sam nods.

“She was too scared to face them.” Ivy speaks quietly.

“You found her weak spot.” Dean says, looking between the two of them. Dean slaps Sam on the chest and he makes this sound between a laugh and a huff in pain.

“Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting casper in the face, you freak?” Sam asked.

“Hey, I saved your asses. The both of yah.” Dean argues, before turning.

“I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.” He says, looking back at them. Both Sam and Ivy chuckle.

[sagiewinchester]

they’re everything

until the end of time

[sagiewinchester]

forever. - s.w. - chapter 2

Word count - 1.9k

a/n - tell me why I tried to write basically this entire episode in one chapter. Anyway i’m breaking this up because its already long enough lol. Enjoy regardless.

Warnings - non really just typical sam and dean banter. not really edited.

Likes, comments and reblogs appreciated! 🤎

It’s early evening once they pull into Jericho, California

“Alright, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue." He says after hanging up a call and looking from Dean to Ivy. “So that’s something I guess.”

Before Dean or Ivy can respond the pull up on what seems to be a crime scene. A car crashed into a bridge with police cars swarming it. Without any words, Dean pulls up to it and grabs something out of the glove box.

“Let’s go.” He says, getting out of the car. Sam and Ivy followed suit behind him. Walking up to the scene like they know they belong there.

Before they know it they’re up close and eavesdropping on two local police officers' conversation when Dean cuts in.

“You fellas had another one like this last month, didn’t you?” He asked, speaking with a confident inflection in his voice. Sam didn’t say anything, just stayed close to Dean and walked behind him any time he moved. So that’s exactly what Ivy did with Sam.

“Who are you?” The officer asked. Dean flashed one of his many fake badges in front of him.

“Federal marshalls.” He said. The officer took one good look at all three of them. “Are you a little young to be federal marshalls?” He asked. Dean chuckled.

“Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.” He said, nonchalantly, moving deeper into the scene. “You did have another one just like this, correct?” He confirms. The police officer nods.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just a mile or tow up the road. There’s been others before that.” Sam nods and finally speaks up.

“So this victim–you knew him?” He asked. The police officer nodded once again.

“In a town lie this everybody knows everybody.”

“Any connection between the victims besides that they’re all men?” Ivy spoke up as she watched Dean circle the car.

“Not so far as we can tell.”

“So what's the theory?” Sam asks, walking over to Dean, Ivy follows. The officer throws out some ideas like a serial killer or murder ring. Ivy nods like she’s pretending to agree.

“Well, that’s exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys.” Dean jokes. Sam steps on his foot to shut him up as Ivy watches the officer’s face fall a bit.

“Thank you for your time.” Sam tells them promptly and behind swiftly walking back to the car. Ivy listens as she hears the same bickering she’s always heard unfold behind her.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Why’d you have to step on my foot?”

“Why do you have to talk to police like that?”

It takes everything in her not to chuckle. However, the footsteps halt after a second, she spins around.

“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on.” He says to Sam, who looks pisses.

“Us,” He looks back at Ivy then to Sam “We’re all alone on this. I mean if we’re gonna find Dad, we need to get to the bottom of this time ourselves.” He says. Sam huffs and looks between Dean and Ivy. She can see the wheels turning in his head. She knows he is dying to say something. But he does what he always does, sighs and gets in the car without another word.

Within the next half an hour they’re back in town when they come across a girl putting up missing posters.

“I’ll bet you that’s her.” Dean said in a hushed tone gesturing to the girl. Ivy nodded and walked up to her.

“You must be Amy?” She asked, giving her a sad smile.

“Yeah.” She confirmed not looking away from the poster.

“Troy told us about you, we're his cousins. I’m Ivy, that’s Dean, this is Sammy. ” She said, gesturing to the two men standing behind her.

“He never mentioned you to me.” She shrugged and started walking the other way, Dean followed.

“Well, that’s just Troy I guess. We’re not around much, we're up in Modesto.” He explained.

“So, we’re looking for him, too. And we’re kinda asking around.” Sam cut in, standing in front of the girl so she could walk any further. “You mind if we ask you a couple questions?” He asks.

Next thing Ivy knows, she’s sitting in a diner with the young girl, Amy at her side and Sam and Dean across from her.

“I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did.” She explained through a slightly choked voice.

“He didn’t say anything strange or out of the ordinary?” Sam asked in a soft voice. He always knew when to turn it on.

“No, uh…nothing I remember.” Amy shrugged but all three of them had the feeling she wasn’t telling them something.

“Here’s the deal, Amy. The way Troy disappeared–something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…” He trails off, but Amy looks at Ivy. It’s as if she is gauging whether or not she can trust her.

“What is it?” She pushes softly.

“There’s this local legend…This one girl got murdered out on centennial like decades ago. Supposedly, she’s still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up..they disappear forever.” She explained as all three of them nodded.

At the library, Sam and Dean are trying to research on the computer while Ivy was looking through old public records on the down. Dean is trying and failing to work the computer search until Sam shoves him out of the way to do it himself.

“So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” Ivy nodded as Dean muttered in agreement. “Then maybe it’s not murder.” Sam says before he begins typing fast on the keyboard. Ivy liked to watch him work, something about it was relaxing to her. After he searches for something, Sam waves a hand over to Ivy to come join them. She gets up from the table and looks over Sam’s shoulder.

“This was 1981, Constantine Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river.” Sam reads.

“Does it say why she did it?” Ivy asks, her eyes scanning through the article herself.

“Yeah, an hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing.” Sam says, eyes combing over the words as he’s saying them.

“That bridge look familiar to you?” Dean asks. It was the same bridge that the car was found on this morning.

“Let’s go check it out.” Sam says, closing out fro the computer and standing up.

By the time they get back to the bridge, its almost pitch black out as they walk up to the middle of the bridge.

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” Dean said. Ivy and Sam looked down at the same moment, they saw nothing but water rushing over itself.

“So you think Dad would have been here?” He asks, looking over Ivy and to Dean.

“Well, he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him.” Dean said, keeping his eyes focused on the water as Ivy nodded, looking over to Sam. After a moment, Dean pushed off the railing and started walking further down the bridge. Sam followed and Ivy did too.

“Okay, so now what?”

“Now we keep digging until we find him. It might take a while.” Dean answered. Suddenly, Sam stopped walking, Ivy stopped next to him.

“Dean, I told you I have to get back by–”

“Monday.” Dean finished for him, finally turning around to meet his eyes. “Right. The interview. Yeah, I forgot.” He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Sam stuffed his hand in his pockets.

“You’re really serious about this aren't you? You think you’re just gonna become some lawyer, marry you girl?” Dean asked.

“Maybe why not?” Sam replied. Ivy clenched her firsts at her sides then looked back to Dean.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about the things you’ve done?” Dean says. Sam takes a step closer to him.

“No and she’s not even going to know.” Sam spat.

“That’s healthy.” Ivy said under her breath but Dean cut in again before anyone could hear it.

“You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but you’re gonna have to face u to who you really are.” Dean shrugged, turning back around and walking again.

“Who is that?” Sam asked, following in the same direction.

“One of us.” Ivy said. Sam shook his head.

“No. I am not like you, this is not going to be my life.” Sam said, his voice a little louder than before. Dean turned around once more and took a step closer to Sam.

“Well, we have a responsibility.” Dean said. Sam looked between Ivy and his brother.

“To dad and his crusade?” Sam questioned, his voice sounding a little shaky.

“If it weren’t for pictures I wouldn’t even know what mom looked like. What difference does it make?” Sam asked. Ivy could see Dea get angrier and angried with every word that came out of Sam's mouth.

“Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone and she’s not coming back.”

Dean barely let him finish his sentence before grabbing Sam by the collar and shoving him up against one of the beams of the bridge.

“Dean!” Ivy shrieked. He wiped his head around to look at her then back at Sam then at his hands. Almost as if he just realized what he was doing.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” He said in a quiet voice, He held on to Sam’s collar for a few more seconds before releasing him and stepping away. He looked at Ivy, trying to gauge her reaction but she didn’t say anything. She just looked between the two.

Dean sighed and took a few more feet forward before stopping to look at something. Or someone.

“Sam. Ives.” He said, not taking his eyes off the figure. It looked to be a woman in a white dress and dark hair, standing on the bridge. I wonder if her name is Constance. Just then, as if sensing something, she looked over at met eyes with Sam before falling off the bridge.

All three ran over to the spot she appeared moments before and looked over the railing. Nothing.

“Where’d she go?” Dean asked, his voice sounding tense.

“I don’t know.” Ivy said.

Just then, Sam heard the engine of the Impala turn over, the lights blinding him. Ivy and Dean looked up too.

“What the–” Dean started.

“Who’s driving your car?” Sam asked. Dean stared at the car with a questioning look before pulling the jets out of his pocket.

Suddenly the car started moving. It was fast and headed towards them. Before she knew it, Dean was already taking off and he felt Sam’s hand grab hers and start sprinting. She turned to keep up. Squeezing his hand as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on.

They kept running, the car just inches behind them. She watched as Dean jumped over the railing as the neared the end.

“Jump!” Sam said, never letting go of his hand as the both hopped over the railing at the same time.

They crashed into the water. Ivy didn’t even try to let go because she knew Same wouldn’t let her.

[sagiewinchester]

forever. - s.w. - chapter 2

Word count - 1.9k

a/n - tell me why I tried to write basically this entire episode in one chapter. Anyway i’m breaking this up because its already long enough lol. Enjoy regardless.

Warnings - non really just typical sam and dean banter. not really edited.

Likes, comments and reblogs appreciated! 🤎

It’s early evening once they pull into Jericho, California

“Alright, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue." He says after hanging up a call and looking from Dean to Ivy. “So that’s something I guess.”

Before Dean or Ivy can respond the pull up on what seems to be a crime scene. A car crashed into a bridge with police cars swarming it. Without any words, Dean pulls up to it and grabs something out of the glove box.

“Let’s go.” He says, getting out of the car. Sam and Ivy followed suit behind him. Walking up to the scene like they know they belong there.

Before they know it they’re up close and eavesdropping on two local police officers' conversation when Dean cuts in.

“You fellas had another one like this last month, didn’t you?” He asked, speaking with a confident inflection in his voice. Sam didn’t say anything, just stayed close to Dean and walked behind him any time he moved. So that’s exactly what Ivy did with Sam.

“Who are you?” The officer asked. Dean flashed one of his many fake badges in front of him.

“Federal marshalls.” He said. The officer took one good look at all three of them. “Are you a little young to be federal marshalls?” He asked. Dean chuckled.

“Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.” He said, nonchalantly, moving deeper into the scene. “You did have another one just like this, correct?” He confirms. The police officer nods.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just a mile or tow up the road. There’s been others before that.” Sam nods and finally speaks up.

“So this victim–you knew him?” He asked. The police officer nodded once again.

“In a town lie this everybody knows everybody.”

“Any connection between the victims besides that they’re all men?” Ivy spoke up as she watched Dean circle the car.

“Not so far as we can tell.”

“So what's the theory?” Sam asks, walking over to Dean, Ivy follows. The officer throws out some ideas like a serial killer or murder ring. Ivy nods like she’s pretending to agree.

“Well, that’s exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys.” Dean jokes. Sam steps on his foot to shut him up as Ivy watches the officer’s face fall a bit.

“Thank you for your time.” Sam tells them promptly and behind swiftly walking back to the car. Ivy listens as she hears the same bickering she’s always heard unfold behind her.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Why’d you have to step on my foot?”

“Why do you have to talk to police like that?”

It takes everything in her not to chuckle. However, the footsteps halt after a second, she spins around.

“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on.” He says to Sam, who looks pisses.

“Us,” He looks back at Ivy then to Sam “We’re all alone on this. I mean if we’re gonna find Dad, we need to get to the bottom of this time ourselves.” He says. Sam huffs and looks between Dean and Ivy. She can see the wheels turning in his head. She knows he is dying to say something. But he does what he always does, sighs and gets in the car without another word.

Within the next half an hour they’re back in town when they come across a girl putting up missing posters.

“I’ll bet you that’s her.” Dean said in a hushed tone gesturing to the girl. Ivy nodded and walked up to her.

“You must be Amy?” She asked, giving her a sad smile.

“Yeah.” She confirmed not looking away from the poster.

“Troy told us about you, we're his cousins. I’m Ivy, that’s Dean, this is Sammy. ” She said, gesturing to the two men standing behind her.

“He never mentioned you to me.” She shrugged and started walking the other way, Dean followed.

“Well, that’s just Troy I guess. We’re not around much, we're up in Modesto.” He explained.

“So, we’re looking for him, too. And we’re kinda asking around.” Sam cut in, standing in front of the girl so she could walk any further. “You mind if we ask you a couple questions?” He asks.

Next thing Ivy knows, she’s sitting in a diner with the young girl, Amy at her side and Sam and Dean across from her.

“I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did.” She explained through a slightly choked voice.

“He didn’t say anything strange or out of the ordinary?” Sam asked in a soft voice. He always knew when to turn it on.

“No, uh…nothing I remember.” Amy shrugged but all three of them had the feeling she wasn’t telling them something.

“Here’s the deal, Amy. The way Troy disappeared–something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…” He trails off, but Amy looks at Ivy. It’s as if she is gauging whether or not she can trust her.

“What is it?” She pushes softly.

“There’s this local legend…This one girl got murdered out on centennial like decades ago. Supposedly, she’s still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up..they disappear forever.” She explained as all three of them nodded.

At the library, Sam and Dean are trying to research on the computer while Ivy was looking through old public records on the down. Dean is trying and failing to work the computer search until Sam shoves him out of the way to do it himself.

“So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” Ivy nodded as Dean muttered in agreement. “Then maybe it’s not murder.” Sam says before he begins typing fast on the keyboard. Ivy liked to watch him work, something about it was relaxing to her. After he searches for something, Sam waves a hand over to Ivy to come join them. She gets up from the table and looks over Sam’s shoulder.

“This was 1981, Constantine Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river.” Sam reads.

“Does it say why she did it?” Ivy asks, her eyes scanning through the article herself.

“Yeah, an hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing.” Sam says, eyes combing over the words as he’s saying them.

“That bridge look familiar to you?” Dean asks. It was the same bridge that the car was found on this morning.

“Let’s go check it out.” Sam says, closing out fro the computer and standing up.

By the time they get back to the bridge, its almost pitch black out as they walk up to the middle of the bridge.

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” Dean said. Ivy and Sam looked down at the same moment, they saw nothing but water rushing over itself.

“So you think Dad would have been here?” He asks, looking over Ivy and to Dean.

“Well, he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him.” Dean said, keeping his eyes focused on the water as Ivy nodded, looking over to Sam. After a moment, Dean pushed off the railing and started walking further down the bridge. Sam followed and Ivy did too.

“Okay, so now what?”

“Now we keep digging until we find him. It might take a while.” Dean answered. Suddenly, Sam stopped walking, Ivy stopped next to him.

“Dean, I told you I have to get back by–”

“Monday.” Dean finished for him, finally turning around to meet his eyes. “Right. The interview. Yeah, I forgot.” He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Sam stuffed his hand in his pockets.

“You’re really serious about this aren't you? You think you’re just gonna become some lawyer, marry you girl?” Dean asked.

“Maybe why not?” Sam replied. Ivy clenched her firsts at her sides then looked back to Dean.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about the things you’ve done?” Dean says. Sam takes a step closer to him.

“No and she’s not even going to know.” Sam spat.

“That’s healthy.” Ivy said under her breath but Dean cut in again before anyone could hear it.

“You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but you’re gonna have to face u to who you really are.” Dean shrugged, turning back around and walking again.

“Who is that?” Sam asked, following in the same direction.

“One of us.” Ivy said. Sam shook his head.

“No. I am not like you, this is not going to be my life.” Sam said, his voice a little louder than before. Dean turned around once more and took a step closer to Sam.

“Well, we have a responsibility.” Dean said. Sam looked between Ivy and his brother.

“To dad and his crusade?” Sam questioned, his voice sounding a little shaky.

“If it weren’t for pictures I wouldn’t even know what mom looked like. What difference does it make?” Sam asked. Ivy could see Dea get angrier and angried with every word that came out of Sam's mouth.

“Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone and she’s not coming back.”

Dean barely let him finish his sentence before grabbing Sam by the collar and shoving him up against one of the beams of the bridge.

“Dean!” Ivy shrieked. He wiped his head around to look at her then back at Sam then at his hands. Almost as if he just realized what he was doing.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” He said in a quiet voice, He held on to Sam’s collar for a few more seconds before releasing him and stepping away. He looked at Ivy, trying to gauge her reaction but she didn’t say anything. She just looked between the two.

Dean sighed and took a few more feet forward before stopping to look at something. Or someone.

“Sam. Ives.” He said, not taking his eyes off the figure. It looked to be a woman in a white dress and dark hair, standing on the bridge. I wonder if her name is Constance. Just then, as if sensing something, she looked over at met eyes with Sam before falling off the bridge.

All three ran over to the spot she appeared moments before and looked over the railing. Nothing.

“Where’d she go?” Dean asked, his voice sounding tense.

“I don’t know.” Ivy said.

Just then, Sam heard the engine of the Impala turn over, the lights blinding him. Ivy and Dean looked up too.

“What the–” Dean started.

“Who’s driving your car?” Sam asked. Dean stared at the car with a questioning look before pulling the jets out of his pocket.

Suddenly the car started moving. It was fast and headed towards them. Before she knew it, Dean was already taking off and he felt Sam’s hand grab hers and start sprinting. She turned to keep up. Squeezing his hand as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on.

They kept running, the car just inches behind them. She watched as Dean jumped over the railing as the neared the end.

“Jump!” Sam said, never letting go of his hand as the both hopped over the railing at the same time.

They crashed into the water. Ivy didn’t even try to let go because she knew Same wouldn’t let her.

[sagiewinchester]

forever. - s.w. - chapter 2

Word count - 1.9k

a/n - tell me why I tried to write basically this entire episode in one chapter. Anyway i’m breaking this up because its already long enough lol. Enjoy regardless.

Warnings - non really just typical sam and dean banter. not really edited.

Likes, comments and reblogs appreciated! 🤎

It’s early evening once they pull into Jericho, California

“Alright, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue." He says after hanging up a call and looking from Dean to Ivy. “So that’s something I guess.”

Before Dean or Ivy can respond the pull up on what seems to be a crime scene. A car crashed into a bridge with police cars swarming it. Without any words, Dean pulls up to it and grabs something out of the glove box.

“Let’s go.” He says, getting out of the car. Sam and Ivy followed suit behind him. Walking up to the scene like they know they belong there.

Before they know it they’re up close and eavesdropping on two local police officers' conversation when Dean cuts in.

“You fellas had another one like this last month, didn’t you?” He asked, speaking with a confident inflection in his voice. Sam didn’t say anything, just stayed close to Dean and walked behind him any time he moved. So that’s exactly what Ivy did with Sam.

“Who are you?” The officer asked. Dean flashed one of his many fake badges in front of him.

“Federal marshalls.” He said. The officer took one good look at all three of them. “Are you a little young to be federal marshalls?” He asked. Dean chuckled.

“Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.” He said, nonchalantly, moving deeper into the scene.

“You did have another one just like this, correct?” He confirms. The police officer nods.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just a mile or tow up the road. There’s been others before that.” Sam nods and finally speaks up.

“So this victim–you knew him?” He asked. The police officer nodded once again.

“In a town lie this everybody knows everybody.”

“Any connection between the victims besides that they’re all men?” Ivy spoke up as she watched Dean circle the car.

“Not so far as we can tell.”

“So what's the theory?” Sam asks, walking over to Dean, Ivy follows. The officer throws out some ideas like a serial killer or murder ring. Ivy nods like she’s pretending to agree.

“Well, that’s exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys.” Dean jokes. Sam steps on his foot to shut him up as Ivy watches the officer’s face fall a bit.

“Thank you for your time.” Sam tells them promptly and behind swiftly walking back to the car. Ivy listens as she hears the same bickering she’s always heard unfold behind her.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Why’d you have to step on my foot?”

“Why do you have to talk to police like that?”

It takes everything in her not to chuckle. However, the footsteps halt after a second, she spins around.

“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on.” He says to Sam, who looks pissed.

“Us,” He looks back at Ivy then to Sam “We’re all alone on this. I mean if we’re gonna find Dad, we need to get to the bottom of this time ourselves.” He says. Sam huffs and looks between Dean and Ivy.

She can see the wheels turning in his head. She knows he is dying to say something. But he does what he always does, sighs and gets in the car without another word.

Within the next half an hour they’re back in town when they come across a girl putting up missing posters.

“I’ll bet you that’s her.” Dean said in a hushed tone gesturing to the girl. Ivy nodded and walked up to her.

“You must be Amy?” She asked, giving her a sad smile.

“Yeah.” She confirmed not looking away from the poster.

“Troy told us about you, we're his cousins. I’m Ivy, that’s Dean, this is Sammy. ” She said, gesturing to the two men standing behind her.

“He never mentioned you to me.” She shrugged and started walking the other way, Dean followed.

“Well, that’s just Troy I guess. We’re not around much, we're up in Modesto.” He explained.

“So, we’re looking for him, too. And we’re kinda asking around.” Sam cut in, standing in front of the girl so she could walk any further. “You mind if we ask you a couple questions?” He asks.

Next thing Ivy knows, she’s sitting in a diner with the young girl, Amy at her side and Sam and Dean across from her.

“I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did.” She explained through a slightly choked voice.

“He didn’t say anything strange or out of the ordinary?” Sam asked in a soft voice. He always knew when to turn it on.

“No, uh…nothing I remember.” Amy shrugged but all three of them had the feeling she wasn’t telling them something.

“Here’s the deal, Amy. The way Troy disappeared–something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…” He trails off, but Amy looks at Ivy. It’s as if she is gauging whether or not she can trust her.

“What is it?” She pushes softly.

“There’s this local legend…This one girl got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago. Supposedly, she’s still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up..they disappear forever.” She explained as all three of them nodded.

At the library, Sam and Dean are trying to research on the computer while Ivy was looking through old public records on the down. Dean is trying and failing to work the computer search until Sam shoves him out of the way to do it himself.

“So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” Ivy nodded as Dean muttered in agreement. “Then maybe it’s not murder.” Sam says before he begins typing fast on the keyboard. Ivy liked to watch him work, something about it was relaxing to her. After he searches for something, Sam waves a hand over to Ivy to come join them. She gets up from the table and looks over Sam’s shoulder.

“This was 1981, Constantine Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river.” Sam reads.

“Does it say why she did it?” Ivy asks, her eyes scanning through the article herself.

“Yeah, an hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing.” Sam says, eyes combing over the words as he’s saying them.

“That bridge look familiar to you?” Dean asks. It was the same bridge that the car was found on this morning.

“Let’s go check it out.” Sam says, closing out fro the computer and standing up.

By the time they get back to the bridge, its almost pitch black out as they walk up to the middle of the bridge.

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” Dean said. Ivy and Sam looked down at the same moment, they saw nothing but water rushing over itself.

“So you think Dad would have been here?” He asks, looking over Ivy and to Dean.

“Well, he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him.” Dean said, keeping his eyes focused on the water as Ivy nodded, looking over to Sam. After a moment, Dean pushed off the railing and started walking further down the bridge. Sam followed and Ivy did too.

“Okay, so now what?”

“Now we keep digging until we find him. It might take a while.” Dean answered. Suddenly, Sam stopped walking, Ivy stopped next to him.

“Dean, I told you I have to get back by–”

“Monday.” Dean finished for him, finally turning around to meet his eyes.

“Right. The interview. Yeah, I forgot.” He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Sam stuffed his hand in his pockets.

“You’re really serious about this, aren't you? You think you’re just gonna become some lawyer, marry you girl?” Dean asked.

“Maybe, why not?” Sam replied. Ivy clenched her firsts at her sides then looked back to Dean.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about the things you’ve done?” Dean says. Sam takes a step closer to him.

“No and she’s not even going to know.” Sam spat.

“That’s healthy.” Ivy said under her breath but Dean cut in again before anyone could hear it.

“You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but you’re gonna have to face u to who you really are.” Dean shrugged, turning back around and walking again.

“Who is that?” Sam asked, following in the same direction.

“One of us.” Ivy said. Sam shook his head.

“No. I am not like you, this is not going to be my life.” Sam said, his voice a little louder than before. Dean turned around once more and took a step closer to Sam.

“Well, we have a responsibility.” Dean said. Sam looked between Ivy and his brother.

“To dad and his crusade?” Sam questioned, his voice sounding a little shaky.

“If it weren’t for pictures I wouldn’t even know what mom looked like. What difference does it make?” Sam asked. Ivy could see Dean get angrier and angrier with every word that came out of Sam's mouth.

“Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone and she’s not coming back.”

Dean barely let him finish his sentence before grabbing Sam by the collar and shoving him up against one of the beams of the bridge.

“Dean!” Ivy shrieked. He wiped his head around to look at her then back at Sam then at his hands. Almost as if he just realized what he was doing.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” He said in a quiet voice. He held on to Sam’s collar for a few more seconds before releasing him and stepping away. He looked at Ivy, trying to gauge her reaction but she didn’t say anything. She just looked between the two.

Dean sighed and took a few more feet forward before stopping to look at something. Or someone.

“Sam. Ives.” He said, not taking his eyes off the figure. It looked to be a woman in a white dress and dark hair, standing on the bridge. I wonder if her name is Constance. Just then, as if sensing something, she looked over at met eyes with Sam before falling off the bridge.

All three ran over to the spot she appeared moments before and looked over the railing. Nothing.

“Where’d she go?” Dean asked, his voice sounding tense.

“I don’t know.” Ivy said.

Just then, Sam heard the engine of the Impala turn over, the lights blinding him. Ivy and Dean looked up too.

“What the–” Dean started.

“Who’s driving your car?” Sam asked. Dean stared at the car with a questioning look before pulling the keys out of his pocket.

Suddenly the car started moving. It was fast and headed towards them. Before she knew it, Dean was already taking off and he felt Sam’s hand grab hers and start sprinting. She tried to keep up. Squeezing his hand as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on.

They kept running, the car just inches behind them. She watched as Dean jumped over the railing as the neared the end.

“Jump!” Sam said, never letting go of his hand as the both hopped over the railing at the same time.

They crashed into the water. Ivy didn’t even try to let go because she knew Sam wouldn’t let her.

[sagiewinchester]

forever - s.w. - chapter 1

desc. - Sam, Ivy and Dean have been three peas in a pd ever since they were born. John and Mary practically raised her along with their two boys of their own. She vividly remembers the “house fire”, it was all her little 3 year old brain could comprehend at the time. She remembered holding Dean and baby Sam in her arms while they all cried. Remember John coming out without Mary. Remembered John telling them that Mary was gone in the most age appropriate way he could muster. She let the feeling sink in that she lost the only mother figure she ever had. 22 years later, John had gone on a hunting trip and left Dean and Ivy to speculate where he went. After weeks of not hearing from him, no call, no texts, no nothing, Dean and Ivy packed up all their weapons and spirit hunting equipment and left for Stanford. For Sam because they knew that they couldn’t do it without him. Now, she finally gets to see Sam. After all this time.

a/n - hi, this is my first supernatural fic so hi new people! This will kinda just be a retelling of the episodes but longer and with the pov of ivy (my oc) mostly. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - none!

Dean was pacing. And for once he was quiet. Ivy was on the couch, biting her nails like she always did when something was happening that she didn’t know how to fix. It was driving both of them crazy.

“Maybe he just doesn't have reception.” Ivy said. She knew it was a weak excuse but it was the only thing that put her mind at ease for even a second. Nonetheless, Dean shook his head.

“No, he hasn’t had reception before. This is different. I just have a feeling.” He explained as Ivy nodded. She knew he was right and if you know anything about Dean, he was never right so when he is you listen.

“We need to find him.” Dean said, finally stopping his pacing. Ivy looked up at him from the couch.

“And how the hell are we going to do that?” She asked, looking down at her hand and her nails almost chewed all the way down.

“We need Sam.” He spoke as if the decision was final and there was no room for an argument.

Ivy watched as he started running around the house, grabbing every gun, knife, and any E.M.F. he could find. Anything he could reach and stuff into a duffle bag. He was half way up the stairs before Ivy called out his name, making him turn around.

“Sam is like half way across the country and-” She tries but is cut off by the intense look in Dean’s eyes.

“Fine.” She sighs.

“Good. Now start helping me pack.” He says, already moving up the stairs. And she followed, like she always did. Grabbing anything Dean forgot. Holy water, more salt and some spare clothes. After all, neither of them had any idea how long they would be gone.

By the time they pulled up outside Sam’s apartment it was midnight the next day. Both of them were exhausted, living off of shitty black coffee and fast food. Nevertheless, Dean got out of the car and started walking up the stairs. Ivy tried to follow suit but was met with a hand to her chest before she looked up at Dean.

“No, you stay here.” He ordered as Ivy’s face twisted in confusion and maybe a hint of hurt. She didn’t even have to ask why before Dean started answering.

“It’s already gonna be a shock seeing me after four years. We don’t have to give him a heart attack by seeing you too.” He said as Ivy sighed and turned back to the car, leaning against the hood. She was too exhausted to fight anyway, they both knew that.

Ivy sat there and tapped her foot against the pavement, nervously. She heard rumbling and crashing and shouting between the two brothers upstairs. It didn’t sound like it was partially going well. He fingers twitch against the hood of Dean’s car. It took everything inside of her not to run up there and see what was going on herself.

However, she followed Dean’s direction. She stood there against the hood of the car, biting her lip so hard she thought she could taste blood. But, before she knew it, she heard the sound of her “brothers” voices and she finally let out a sigh of relief as they both came down from the stairs. Sam was grumbling about having to be home by Monday for some job interview.

Ivy sat straight up once she saw Sam’s silhouette. She could only barely make out his face since it was so dark but she could see him. He was taller since the last time she saw him, more lean. But he had the same haircut he had since he was 10. It made her smile.

“Sammy.” Ivy whispered as she rushed over to him, arms wrapping him in a hug.

“Don’t call me that.” He chuckled, but wrapped his arms around her nonetheless. She could hear the smile in his voice. After a few moments, she pulled back and looked up at him.

“Missed you, dummy.” She chuckled.

“Missed you, too.” He said, looking into her eyes for a few moments longer than necessary.

“Is the reunion over?” Dean cut in, he wasn’t one the, as he put it, ‘touchy feelyness’ of it all. Both of them chuckled and pulled away from each other completely.

“Let’s go catch Dad.” Sam said getting into the passenger seat as Ivy slid in the back seat and Dean got behind the wheel. Their respective seats ever since Dean got his license about 10 years ago.

“Oh, Sam.” Dean spoke up, hitting Sam on the shoulder to get his attention while breaking the silence between all of them. Sam turned his head.

“Tell Ives back there about your girl.” Dean said, shifting his eyes back to the road. Ivy perks up in the backseat, looking at Sam through the rearview mirror. Sam chuckled nervously and shifted his gaze to look out of the window.

“Her name is Jess, she is really nice. I think you would like her.” He said. Ivy could hear the blush creeping through his voice.

“I bet I would.” She smiled. The truth is, Ivy always had a thing for Sam. However, no matter what, she made it a point not to tell anyone. No one. If no one knew, Sam couldn’t know and she decided a long time ago that was for the best. As long as Sam is happy, Ivy was gonna be happy. Eventually.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Ivy didn’t mind. She was with her two favorite people and she could finally sleep. She was as comfortable as she could be with Dean’s…interesting taste in rock music blaring through the speakers.

Ivy closed her eyes, taking some deep breaths. Calming her brain enough to sleep. Sam looked at her through the review mirror. Even though she was older than her, he always had the urge to protect her.

Once he saw her with her eyes closed and the constant rise and fall of her chest, he smiled to himself. He didn’t know much but he knew if she was okay, everything would be okay too. Eventually.

[sagiewinchester]

forever - s.w. - chapter 1

desc. - Sam, Ivy and Dean have been three peas in a pod ever since they were born. John and Mary practically raised her along with the two boys of their own. She vividly remembers the “house fire”, it was all her little 3 year old brain could comprehend at the time. She remembered holding Dean and baby Sam in her arms while they all cried. Remember John coming out without Mary. Remembered John telling them that Mary was gone in the most age appropriate way he could muster. She let the feeling sink in that she lost the only mother figure she ever had. 22 years later, John had gone on a hunting trip and left Dean and Ivy to speculate where he went. After weeks of not hearing from him, no call, no texts, no nothing, Dean and Ivy packed up all their weapons and spirit hunting equipment and left for Stanford. For Sam because they knew that they couldn’t do it without him. Now, she finally gets to see Sam. After all this time.

a/n - hi, this is my first supernatural fic so hi new people! This will kinda just be a retelling of the episodes but longer and with the pov of ivy (my oc) mostly. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - none!

likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated!! 🤎

Dean was pacing. And for once he was quiet. Ivy was on the couch, biting her nails like she always did when something was happening that she didn’t know how to fix. It was driving both of them crazy.

“Maybe he just doesn't have reception.” Ivy said. She knew it was a weak excuse but it was the only thing that put her mind at ease for even a second. Nonetheless, Dean shook his head.

“No, he hasn’t had reception before. This is different. I just have a feeling.” He explained as Ivy nodded. She knew he was right and if you know anything about Dean, he was never right so when he is you listen.

“We need to find him.” Dean said, finally stopping his pacing. Ivy looked up at him from the couch.

“And how the hell are we going to do that?” She asked, looking down at her hand and her nails almost chewed all the way down.

“We need Sam.” He spoke as if the decision was final and there was no room for an argument.

Ivy watched as he started running around the house, grabbing every gun, knife, and any E.M.F. he could find. Anything he could reach and stuff into a duffle bag. He was half way up the stairs before Ivy called out his name, making him turn around.

“Sam is like half way across the country and-” She tries but is cut off by the intense look in Dean’s eyes.

“Fine.” She sighs.

“Good. Now start helping me pack.” He says, already moving up the stairs. And she followed, like she always did. Grabbing anything Dean forgot. Holy water, more salt and some spare clothes. After all, neither of them had any idea how long they would be gone.

By the time they pulled up outside Sam’s apartment it was midnight the next day. Both of them were exhausted, living off of shitty black coffee and fast food. Nevertheless, Dean got out of the car and started walking up the stairs. Ivy tried to follow suit but was met with a hand to her chest before she looked up at Dean.

“No, you stay here.” He ordered as Ivy’s face twisted in confusion and maybe a hint of hurt. She didn’t even have to ask why before Dean started answering.

“It’s already gonna be a shock seeing me after four years. We don’t have to give him a heart attack by seeing you too.” He said as Ivy sighed and turned back to the car, leaning against the hood. She was too exhausted to fight anyway, they both knew that.

Ivy sat there and tapped her foot against the pavement, nervously. She heard rumbling and crashing and shouting between the two brothers upstairs. It didn’t sound like it was partially going well. He fingers twitch against the hood of Dean’s car. It took everything inside of her not to run up there and see what was going on herself.

However, she followed Dean’s direction. She stood there against the hood of the car, biting her lip so hard she thought she could taste blood. But, before she knew it, she heard the sound of her “brothers” voices and she finally let out a sigh of relief as they both came down from the stairs. Sam was grumbling about having to be home by Monday for some job interview.

Ivy sat straight up once she saw Sam’s silhouette. She could only barely make out his face since it was so dark but she could see him. He was taller since the last time she saw him, more lean. But he had the same haircut he had since he was 10. It made her smile.

“Sammy.” Ivy whispered as she rushed over to him, arms wrapping him in a hug.

“Don’t call me that.” He chuckled, but wrapped his arms around her nonetheless. She could hear the smile in his voice. After a few moments, she pulled back and looked up at him.

“Missed you, dummy.” She chuckled.

“Missed you, too.” He said, looking into her eyes for a few moments longer than necessary.

“Is the reunion over?” Dean cut in, he wasn’t one the, as he put it, ‘touchy feelyness’ of it all. Both of them chuckled and pulled away from each other completely.

“Let’s go catch Dad.” Sam said getting into the passenger seat as Ivy slid in the back seat and Dean got behind the wheel. Their respective seats ever since Dean got his license about 10 years ago.

“Oh, Sam.” Dean spoke up, hitting Sam on the shoulder to get his attention while breaking the silence between all of them. Sam turned his head.

“Tell Ives back there about your girl.” Dean said, shifting his eyes back to the road. Ivy perks up in the backseat, looking at Sam through the rearview mirror. Sam chuckled nervously and shifted his gaze to look out of the window.

“Her name is Jess, she is really nice. I think you would like her.” He said. Ivy could hear the blush creeping through his voice.

“I bet I would.” She smiled. The truth is, Ivy always had a thing for Sam. However, no matter what, she made it a point not to tell anyone. No one. If no one knew, Sam couldn’t know and she decided a long time ago that was for the best. As long as Sam is happy, Ivy was gonna be happy. Eventually.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Ivy didn’t mind. She was with her two favorite people and she could finally sleep. She was as comfortable as she could be with Dean’s…interesting taste in rock music blaring through the speakers.

Ivy closed her eyes, taking some deep breaths. Calming her brain enough to sleep. Sam looked at her through the review mirror. Even though she was older than her, he always had the urge to protect her.

Once he saw her with her eyes closed and the constant rise and fall of her chest, he smiled to himself. He didn’t know much but he knew if she was okay, everything would be okay too. Eventually.

[sagiewinchester]

scars that never healed. - s.r. - chapter 17

a/n - i dont know how to feel about this chapter lol

Warnings - smut, fluffy smut, confessions, reassurance, unprotected p in v. I think thats it but let me know if i mised anything.

Please reblog and comment if you liked it!

Spencer looked at her like she hung the moon and that always made Lily chuckle.

“What?” He asked through a chuckle of his own

“You’re giving me those eyes.” She smiled

“What eyes?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. Lily chuckled and smiled again.

“Those puppy dog eyes, Spence.” She smiled before cupping his face and of course, Spencer immediately melted into it, which only made Lily’s smile grow wider.

She watched Spencer's eyes as they flickered from her own eyes down to her lips and back up again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. Always so polite.

“Yes bab-” Lily didn’t even get to finish her sentence before his lips met hers. Not that she was complaining, She loved kissing Spencer. Especially now, he tasted like tomato sauce and love.

Spencer couldn’t get enough of her either. His hand went from her waist to her face, cupping her face. And before he thought twice about it, he was shifting himself. Cupping the back of Lily’s head and laying her down and he was climbing on top of her.

After a few moments he pulled away and looked down at her, eyes wide.

“Hi.” She smiled softly and looked up at him.

“Hey.” He spoke, sounding out of breath but he was just in awe.

“Bedroom?” She asked softly, giving him the look. However, she gave him time to pull away, to say no.

“Hell yes.” Spencer said, rolling off of her and holding a hand out. Which obviously, Lily took with a chuckle.

And that’s how they walked to the bedroom, hand in hand with fingers intertwined and giggles overlapping each other.

Lily sat in the bed while Spencer closed the door behind then before walking over to her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, standing between her legs and tilting her chin up to make her look at him.

“You always say that” She chuckled but leaned into her touch nonetheless.

“Cause I mean it.” He smiled before leaning down to kiss her. This one more intimate than the last. No one felt the need to rush or do something or act. They were just being together.

Before she knew it, Lily’s back hit her bed and she could feel Spencer climbing on top of her again.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as Spencer’s lips brushed against her jaw and down to her neck.

Lily let out a quiet hum of satisfaction as Spencer’s hand slipped under her shirt and a quiet moan slipped past her lips.

“Baby?” He pulls away, his pupils are blown and his eyes are dark with desire, his lips slightly swollen and pink.

“Yes?” Lily asked.

“Can I take your shirt off? Please? Need to see you.” He asked, his eyes were so intense it felt like his vision was burning though her clothes.

“Yes, beautiful.” She breathed. Not even a second later he peeled off her shirt. Taking his time, revealing her skin, inch by inch. Lily could feel him growing against her thigh.

She smiled and reached down and started to palm him though his sweatpants which made his breath hitch.

“Baby, you can just-” He cut himself off with a moan.

“Fuck, that feel so good.” He murmured into her neck.

“Can I take these off?” She asked, looking u at him with those big eyes she knew he couldn't resist. All Spencer could do was nod eagerly, helping her with his belt.

Once his pants were off, Lily smiled and looked down, her eyes grew wide and Spencer smiled.

“You like what you see?” He asked

“Mhm.” She said, not even looking up. Spencer could tell by the look in your eyes. She was hungry and Spencer couldn;t exactly blame her.

Spencer was big and hard and throbbing and she knew that in a few minutes he would fill her up perfectly.

“How do you wanna do this?” Lily asked, finally looking up at him with those same hungry eyes.

“I wanna be inside you.” He said cupping her face. “Please.” He whispered, almost like a prayer.

“Yes.” Was all she had to say before kissing his cheek. He was already rolling over, rummaging though the night stand for a condom before Lily stopped him with a hand of his arm.

“Spence..” She spoke quietly. He turned his head and gave her a soft, questioning look.

“Can you…” She paused, “Can you not wear a condom?” She asked, her voice only slightly above a whisper.

“You want me to go in raw?” Spencer asked, not mocklingly, just wanting to make sure.

“Yes…I just…I just wanna feel you.” She says, rubbing his arms, not meeting his eyes. He turned again, so he was falling her again and cupped her face. She looked up at him.

“We can do that.” He smiled before kissing her again, gliding his hands all over her body.

After a few moments of them kissing and both of them running their hands over each other, Spencer pulls away slightly.

“Ready?” She asks softly, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Yes… just go slow and be gentle..okay?” She whispers, meeting his eyes again. A soft smile grew on his face as he nodded and kissed her forehead,

“I will. And if you need to stop at any point…and I mean any point at all, you tell me. Okay?” He reminds.

“Okay, I promise.” She smiles.

And with that, Spencer slowly pushes himself inside of her. Inch by inch, letting her adjust to his size. He watched as her eyes roll back with the feeling of pure ecstasy.

“That feel good, baby?” He checks as he bottoms out inside of her.

“Mhm.” She murmured into his neck.

“Ready for me to move, angel?” He whispered as he pressed kisses on his neck.

“Yes.” She whispered back. And that’s just what he did, started to trust in and out of her at a steady pace.

The room filled with sounds of skin hitting skin, moans and whimpers and whispers of reassurance. It was a beautiful night full of love and peace and closeness. It ended how most of their nights ended. With Lily on Spencer’s chest and he whispers reassuring sweet nothings into her hair as she falls asleep in her boyfriend's arms.

[sagiewinchester]

scars that never healed. - s.r. - chapter 17

a/n - i dont know how to feel about this chapter lol

Warnings - smut, fluffy smut, confessions, reassurance, unprotected p in v. I think thats it but let me know if i mised anything.

Please reblog and comment if you liked it!

Spencer looked at her like she hung the moon and that always made Lily chuckle.

“What?” He asked through a chuckle of his own

“You’re giving me those eyes.” She smiled

“What eyes?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. Lily chuckled and smiled again.

“Those puppy dog eyes, Spence.” She smiled before cupping his face and of course, Spencer immediately melted into it, which only made Lily’s smile grow wider.

She watched Spencer's eyes as they flickered from her own eyes down to her lips and back up again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. Always so polite.

“Yes bab-” Lily didn’t even get to finish her sentence before his lips met hers. Not that she was complaining, She loved kissing Spencer. Especially now, he tasted like tomato sauce and love.

Spencer couldn’t get enough of her either. His hand went from her waist to her face, cupping her face. And before he thought twice about it, he was shifting himself. Cupping the back of Lily’s head and laying her down and he was climbing on top of her.

After a few moments he pulled away and looked down at her, eyes wide.

“Hi.” She smiled softly and looked up at him.

“Hey.” He spoke, sounding out of breath but he was just in awe.

“Bedroom?” She asked softly, giving him the look. However, she gave him time to pull away, to say no.

“Hell yes.” Spencer said, rolling off of her and holding a hand out. Which obviously, Lily took with a chuckle.

And that’s how they walked to the bedroom, hand in hand with fingers intertwined and giggles overlapping each other.

Lily sat in the bed while Spencer closed the door behind then before walking over to her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, standing between her legs and tilting her chin up to make her look at him.

“You always say that” She chuckled but leaned into her touch nonetheless.

“Cause I mean it.” He smiled before leaning down to kiss her. This one more intimate than the last. No one felt the need to rush or do something or act. They were just being together.

Before she knew it, Lily’s back hit her bed and she could feel Spencer climbing on top of her again.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as Spencer’s lips brushed against her jaw and down to her neck.

Lily let out a quiet hum of satisfaction as Spencer’s hand slipped under her shirt and a quiet moan slipped past her lips.

“Baby?” He pulls away, his pupils are blown and his eyes are dark with desire, his lips slightly swollen and pink.

“Yes?” Lily asked.

“Can I take your shirt off? Please? Need to see you.” He asked, his eyes were so intense it felt like his vision was burning though her clothes.

“Yes, beautiful.” She breathed. Not even a second later he peeled off her shirt. Taking his time, revealing her skin, inch by inch. Lily could feel him growing against her thigh.

She smiled and reached down and started to palm him though his sweatpants which made his breath hitch.

“Baby, you can just-” He cut himself off with a moan.

“Fuck, that feel so good.” He murmured into her neck.

“Can I take these off?” She asked, looking u at him with those big eyes she knew he couldn't resist. All Spencer could do was nod eagerly, helping her with his belt.

Once his pants were off, Lily smiled and looked down, her eyes grew wide and Spencer smiled.

“You like what you see?” He asked

“Mhm.” She said, not even looking up. Spencer could tell by the look in your eyes. She was hungry and Spencer couldn;t exactly blame her.

Spencer was big and hard and throbbing and she knew that in a few minutes he would fill her up perfectly.

“How do you wanna do this?” Lily asked, finally looking up at him with those same hungry eyes.

“I wanna be inside you.” He said cupping her face. “Please.” He whispered, almost like a prayer.

“Yes.” Was all she had to say before kissing his cheek. He was already rolling over, rummaging though the night stand for a condom before Lily stopped him with a hand of his arm.

“Spence..” She spoke quietly. He turned his head and gave her a soft, questioning look.

“Can you…” She paused, “Can you not wear a condom?” She asked, her voice only slightly above a whisper.

“You want me to go in raw?” Spencer asked, not mocklingly, just wanting to make sure.

“Yes…I just…I just wanna feel you.” She says, rubbing his arms, not meeting his eyes. He turned again, so he was falling her again and cupped her face. She looked up at him.

“We can do that.” He smiled before kissing her again, gliding his hands all over her body.

After a few moments of them kissing and both of them running their hands over each other, Spencer pulls away slightly.

“Ready?” She asks softly, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Yes… just go slow and be gentle..okay?” She whispers, meeting his eyes again. A soft smile grew on his face as he nodded and kissed her forehead,

“I will. And if you need to stop at any point…and I mean any point at all, you tell me. Okay?” He reminds.

“Okay, I promise.” She smiles.

And with that, Spencer slowly pushes himself inside of her. Inch by inch, letting her adjust to his size. He watched as her eyes roll back with the feeling of pure ecstasy.

“That feel good, baby?” He checks as he bottoms out inside of her.

“Mhm.” She murmured into his neck.

“Ready for me to move, angel?” He whispered as he pressed kisses on his neck.

“Yes.” She whispered back. And that’s just what he did, started to trust in and out of her at a steady pace.

The room filled with sounds of skin hitting skin, moans and whimpers and whispers of reassurance. It was a beautiful night full of love and peace and closeness. It ended how most of their nights ended. With Lily on Spencer’s chest and he whispers reassuring sweet nothings into her hair as she falls asleep in her boyfriend's arms.

[sagiewinchester]

foaming at the mouth !! gnawing at the bars of my enclosure !! begging to be sedated !! SOMEBODY CALL THE NURSE because i am,,,,,,,,,, UNWELL

[sagiewinchester]

I wonder if the costume department knew the impact they’d make when they put him in this fit

[sagiewinchester]

scars that never healed. - s.r. - chapter 16

a/n - hello beauties! Im backkkkk. Sorry this a little bit of shaorter one but i have to keep you coming back for something. right? (winky face)

Warnings - none, literally just fluff and cuteness!

The next few days were better. Still quiet but this time a good quiet, a peaceful quiet. A constant rhythm that falls into place at the end of their workday. They walk hand-in-hand to one of their cars when they think no one sees.

And then, they (Spencer most of the time) drives back to Lily’s apartment like they normally did, humming along to whatever’s on the radio or shared laughter.

Once they’re both inside, it didn’t take long before they were both on the couch with a glass of something. Sometimes it was a glass of wine, other nights it was soda. They both didn’t care as long they were with each other.

They’d cuddle for a while until about an hour into it, Lily would ask Spencer if he was hungry, even though she already knew the answer and was already thinking about what to make him. He would smile and nod, watching for the couch and she seemed to float around the kitchen preparing his food. He always thought she moved with such grace.

Today was Tuesday and it was while before Lily walked back into the living with a bowl and handed it to Spencer. He could smell the dish before he saw it. It was his favorite, spaghetti.

His face was painted with a smile almost immediately. That magnificent smile that made Lily return it with one of her own before sitting down next him with a bowl of her own.

He looked back down at the warm bowl in his hand then at her before saying those three words before thinking.

“I love you.” He said, clear as day. It was as if he had said it a million times before. The funny thing was, it felt natural with her. It was ice, there was no pressure or no expectations. Lily paused for a moment but nevertheless smiled.

“I love you, too.” She said.

“I mean it.” Spencer said, almost too quickly. Like he was desperate for her to believe him. She nodded, as if to say ‘I know’ with her body language since she couldn't with her mouth full of spaghetti. Spencer smiled again before taking a bite of the dish himself and turning his attention back to the TV.

After a while, when it was around 11pm, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. Lily half asleep and curled into Spencer’s side. While Spencer himself was awake watching whatever ‘lame’ documentary he put on while absentmindedly playing with Lily’s hair, a new habit he had developed while he was trying to think, to ground him in the moment.

“Lils?” He spoke quietly, trying to rouse her gently and not startle her.

“Hm?” she hummed, not opening her eyes.

“Can I ask you something, baby?” He whispered.

“Mhm.” She said, fluttering her eyes open and looking up at him.

“You know the other day when we were in your room and you asked…what we are?” He asked, still twirling a piece of her hair on the tip of his finger, not meeting her eyes.

“Yes.” She nodded against his chest.

“I know I said ‘I don’t know’ but I think I know now and I just wanted to check in and ask,,, what do you want to be?” He speaks slowly, like he’s scared he’ll say the wrong thing but once he’s done he finally meets her eyes.

God, he eyes. They were blue and deep and every time he looks into them he feels like he’s falling and he never wants to stop.

“I want you. I want you to be my boyfriend.” Lily smiled. There was not even an ounce of doubt in her voice.

“I want that, too.” Spencer whispered, leaning in close. SO close that Lily could feel his breath fall over his face.

“More than you know.” He said, giving her those puppy dogs she fell in love with.

“Okay.” She smiled again.

“So is this official?” He asks, desperately hoping and pleading for her to say yes.

“Yes, baby.” She says and suddenly, Spencer Reid is the luckiest man in the world.

[sagiewinchester]

scars that never healed. - s.r. - chapter 16

a/n - hello beauties! Im backkkkk. Sorry this a little bit of shaorter one but i have to keep you coming back for something. right? (winky face)

Warnings - none, literally just fluff and cuteness!

The next few days were better. Still quiet but this time a good quiet, a peaceful quiet. A constant rhythm that falls into place at the end of their workday. They walk hand-in-hand to one of their cars when they think no one sees.

And then, they (Spencer most of the time) drives back to Lily’s apartment like they normally did, humming along to whatever’s on the radio or shared laughter.

Once they’re both inside, it didn’t take long before they were both on the couch with a glass of something. Sometimes it was a glass of wine, other nights it was soda. They both didn’t care as long they were with each other.

They’d cuddle for a while until about an hour into it, Lily would ask Spencer if he was hungry, even though she already knew the answer and was already thinking about what to make him. He would smile and nod, watching for the couch and she seemed to float around the kitchen preparing his food. He always thought she moved with such grace.

Today was Tuesday and it was while before Lily walked back into the living with a bowl and handed it to Spencer. He could smell the dish before he saw it. It was his favorite, spaghetti.

His face was painted with a smile almost immediately. That magnificent smile that made Lily return it with one of her own before sitting down next him with a bowl of her own.

He looked back down at the warm bowl in his hand then at her before saying those three words before thinking.

“I love you.” He said, clear as day. It was as if he had said it a million times before. The funny thing was, it felt natural with her. It was ice, there was no pressure or no expectations. Lily paused for a moment but nevertheless smiled.

“I love you, too.” She said.

“I mean it.” Spencer said, almost too quickly. Like he was desperate for her to believe him. She nodded, as if to say ‘I know’ with her body language since she couldn't with her mouth full of spaghetti. Spencer smiled again before taking a bite of the dish himself and turning his attention back to the TV.

After a while, when it was around 11pm, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. Lily half asleep and curled into Spencer’s side. While Spencer himself was awake watching whatever ‘lame’ documentary he put on while absentmindedly playing with Lily’s hair, a new habit he had developed while he was trying to think, to ground him in the moment.

“Lils?” He spoke quietly, trying to rouse her gently and not startle her.

“Hm?” she hummed, not opening her eyes.

“Can I ask you something, baby?” He whispered.

“Mhm.” She said, fluttering her eyes open and looking up at him.

“You know the other day when we were in your room and you asked…what we are?” He asked, still twirling a piece of her hair on the tip of his finger, not meeting her eyes.

“Yes.” She nodded against his chest.

“I know I said ‘I don’t know’ but I think I know now and I just wanted to check in and ask,,, what do you want to be?” He speaks slowly, like he’s scared he’ll say the wrong thing but once he’s done he finally meets her eyes.

God, he eyes. They were blue and deep and every time he looks into them he feels like he’s falling and he never wants to stop.

“I want you. I want you to be my boyfriend.” Lily smiled. There was not even an ounce of doubt in her voice.

“I want that, too.” Spencer whispered, leaning in close. SO close that Lily could feel his breath fall over his face.

“More than you know.” He said, giving her those puppy dogs she fell in love with.

“Okay.” She smiled again.

“So is this official?” He asks, desperately hoping and pleading for her to say yes.

“Yes, baby.” She says and suddenly, Spencer Reid is the luckiest man in the world.

[sagiewinchester]

a timelapse of me writing scars that never healed chapter 16….out tomorrow hehehee