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Season 2, Episode 7 - The Usual Suspects

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Baltimore, Maryland

In a quant police station in Baltimore, Detective Peter Sheridan is on the phone with a fellow officer, waking to the fax machine with a cup of coffee in his hands. "Under what name?" He asks. "Oh, yeah. That's my favorite so far" He chuckles, resting down his coffee before taking out the paper the fax was printing.

"Possible ID's in three states that we know of....." His eyes widen as a smirk spreads on his face, "I gotta call you back" He says to the fellow officer in the phone before he sends his squad out.

A swarm of officers in protective gear, armed with automatic weapons storm the City Centre Motor Hotel. They made their way across the second floor.

Meanwhile, at the police station. "Well.." Sheridan begins as he enters the interrogation room, sitting across from the unknown subject. "...first I thought you were just stepping up your game. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering. Now, this one puzzled me. Grave desecration" Sheridan chuckles, holding up the paper to the suspect.

"But still, these are a long way from murder. Then we get fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman" Sheridan adds. "However no one could prove anything, of course because, supposedly, you died there..." He snarked, giving the unsub a once over.

Back at the motel, the swat team rammed the door in using the battering ram. Breaking in the door, "Hands where I can see them!" A swat member yells at the man and woman inside of the motel room, who put up their hands in surrender, now revealed to be Sam Winchester and Y/N L/N. Diana Ballard aims her gun at them, taking the lead as she walked forward. "Going somewhere, Sam and Y/N??" Diana says smugly as they gulp fearfully, sharing a look of panic.

Back at the station, "But I gotta tell you something. You look pretty healthy to me" Sheridan quips to the suspect. "So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered..." Sheridan got up in the suspects face, "But I guarantee you, she's the last" Sheridan adds smugly before walking out of the room. The unsub is revealed to be Dean Winchester, a smirk across his handsome face as he watches the cocky detective leave the interrogation room.

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Later that evening after capturing y/n and Sam. Detective Ballard entered the interrogation room Y/N and Sam were being held in, offering her a small smile. Sam has his hands on his hips, holting in his nervous pacing of the room. A file was tucked between Ballard's arm crease and two cups of coffee in her hands as she closed the door. "Thought you two might be thirsty" Ballard said, offering them the cups, resting them on the table.

Y/N cocked her eyebrow suspiciously, leaning back into her chair. She crossed arms crossed over her chest, "Okay, so you're the good cop" Y/N mocks, kicking up one foot ontop of the table along with the other, a cocky grin on her face, "Where's the bad cop?" She adds with snark, "Oh, he's with Dean" Ballard smirks, dropping the nice act. "Okay. And you're holding us, why?" Sam scoffs, leaning on the table.

"Well, Deans being held on suspicion of murder." Ballard begins, y/n's heart drops hearing this. "And you two? We'll see" Ballard adds, peeling off her latex gloves. "Murder?" Y/N and Sam gasp as Y/N takes her feet off of the table. Leaning forward, both hunters putting on an Oscar winning performance but at the same time they're majorly confused. "You guys sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good actors?" Ballard jokes.

"Who's he supposed to have murdered?" Y/N shakes her head in disbelief, fueling the act. "We'll get around to that." Ballard simply says. "Well you can't just hold us here without formal charges" Sam defends in an offended tone as he leaned off of the table. "Well, actually, we can for 48 hours. But you, being a pre-law student, would know that" Ballard counters in a smug tone, getting closer to Sam who's face drops before turning to y/n.

"And you, y/n. A varisty cheerleader for a couple months in Sioux Falls High. You made the honor roll but never seemed to go to college" Ballard lists of some of y/n's accomplishments as the Hunter clenches her jaw. "I know all about you Sam and Y/N" Ballard smirks before opening her folder with their files. "You're both 23 years old, no jobs, no home addresses" Ballard lists off as she paces the room.

Sam and Y/N frozen in place. "Your mothers died when you were babies. Both of your fathers whereabouts are unknown. Seems like you've got mirrored lives if I'm being honest" Ballard continues, muttering the last part to herself. Y/N rolls her eyes in annoyance as Ballard continues, turning to Sam. "And there's the case of your brother, Dean. Whose demise was- well...just a little bit exaggerated" She says ironically.

"Feel free to jump in whenever you like" She glares at them. The two hunters share a look, not daring to answer. Sam leaned back on the table crossing his arms while Y/N leaned back in her chair, doing the same. "Shy? No problem. I'll keep going" Ballard smirks. "Your families moved around a lot when you were kids. Despite that, Sam, you were a straight-A students. Sam got into Stanford with a full-ride while Y/N disappeared from the face of the earth. Until now."

Ballard continues to site out their documented lives to them. "Then about a year ago, there was a fire at Sam's apartment. One fatality, Jessica Moore, your girlfriend." Ballard adds, turning to Sam. His heart was beating out of his chest at the mention of his late girlfriend, Y/N shot Sam a sympathetic look, "After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything" Ballard presses.

"You got a point here, lady?!" Y/N snaps, pounding the table with her fist. Ballard just smirks in return, "I needed some time off. To deal." Sam responds to Ballard in a low tone. "So I'm taking a road trip with my brother and my childhood best friend." Sam adds. "How's that going for you all?" Ballard asks ironically. "Great" Y/N huffs, before chuckling. "I mean...we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental U.S." She smiles widely.

"Yeah. That was awesome" Sam chuckles agreeing, going along with her lie, pulling a chair before straddling it. Ballard's smirk drops, "We ran Deans fingerprints through AFIS" Ballard says. "Okay?" Y/N and Sam question in unison. "Got over a dozen possible hits" Ballard informs them in a threatening tone. Leaning her palms on the table.

"Possible hit. Which makes them useless" Sam points out matter-of-factly. "But makes you wonder. What are we gonna find if we run either of you fingerprints?" Ballard counter in a similar tone. Sam and Y/N share a look before chuckling in a cocky tone, "Yeah. Well, you be sure to let us know, alright?" She says in an amused tone, banging her fist on the table as Sam snickers.

"May I?" Sam asks politely, pointing to the coffee cup. "Please" Ballard shrugs. "Great" Sam mutters, picking up one coffee cup, handing it to y/n before taking up his own. Y/N accepts, muttering a, "Thank you, Sammy" Both sniffing the coffee before simultaneously sipping on it. Diana Ballard then sits on the ledge of the table before getting closer to the two, "Sam, Y/N. You two seem like good kids" She begins.

"It's not your fault Deans your brother. We can't pick our family." She says to Sam. "And it's not your fault he's so handsome that he's got you wrapped around his finger- hell, I would want a slice of that pie if I was 10 years younger" She mocks fanning herself as she chuckled. Y/N's angry gaze snaps over to her, clenching her jaw as her eye twitched. Sams eyebrow shot up at this as both him and Y/N slightly side eye glare at her.

"Right now, detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how Dean faked his own death after torturing all those young women" Ballard informed them. But they didn't dare look her in the eye. "Dean's a bad guy." Ballard presses. "You don't know anything about him!" Y/N snaps, gritting her teeth at Ballard, the way she was talking about him as if she knew him was grinding her gears.

If it didn't mean getting hauled off to prison for tackling a cop, she would've had Ballard on the ground with a wave of her hand. "His life is over, sweetie. Neither of yours have to be" Ballard says in an enticing tone. Sam scoffs as Y/N rolls her eyes, "You want me and y/n to turn against my own brother?" Sam scoffs in disbelief. "No" Ballard shakes her head, getting up from the table.

"We already caught him cold. Red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene" Ballard says, both Sam and Y/N's eyes flicker over to her as she walked back to the other side of the table. "We just need you two to fill in some missing pieces" She adds. "Now it makes sense why we're being interrogated together. At first I thought it was because of how crummy this place is" Y/N scoffs with distaste at the beat up station.

Ballard rolls her eyes at her snark as Sam bites back a smile, "Why would we do that?" Sam asks her. Ballard pulls out a chair and takes a seat across from them, "Because I can talk to the DA. Make a deal for you guys. You two can get on with your lives. Deans as good as gone" Ballard offers. The two share a knowing look before Sam says,

"Our dads and Tony Giles were old friends. My dad and Tony were in the service together" Sam begins in a fake sad voice, y/n understands where he's getting at. "We've known them since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death" She adds, fueling to the lie in a feigned sad tone.

Flashback to a couple days:

In an unknown town, Sam approaches the table at the cafe where Y/N and Dean were sat at on the patio. Three coffee cups in hand as Dean reads the newspaper with the article of Anthony Giles' death, a pen in his mouth while y/n is on her laptop canvassing the internet for a case, a cigarette tucked between her lips. "There you go" Sam says to them, handing each of them their coffees as he takes a seat next to Y/N, who mutters a grateful, "Thank you" before sipping and going back to her laptop.

"Anthony Giles" Dean begins, folding the newspaper. "Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asks as Dean slides them the newspaper. "A Baltimore lawyer. Working late at his office, check it out" Dean tells them, popping the cap off of his coffee while Y/N takes a drag from her cigarette as Sam reads. "Blah blah blah. His throat was slit but the room was clean. Huh, no DNA. No prints" Sam mutters, raising an eyebrow at that.

"Keep reading, it gets better" Dean tells them. "Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant" Y/N reads out loud, looking over at Dean with a knowing expression as she taps the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. "So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes-" Dean begins. "Or it's an invisible killer" Y/N finishes his sentence. "My favorite kind" Dean clicks his tongue, flashing her a wink.

She chuckles, rolling her eyes as she takes a drag. "What do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?" Dean asks Sam before turning to y/n. "What about you, Cigarette Smoking Man?" He flashes her a cheekily smile as she narrows her eyes at him, blowing out the smoke from the corner of her mouth. "I'm not Scully. You're Scully" Sam huffs in annoyance. Tossing him the newspaper.

"No, I'm Mulder. You're a red headed woman" He retorts to Sam. "And I'm your possible father?" Y/N whips up, cocking an eyebrow. Deans face drops now realizing what he said as Sam and Y/N burst out laughing. "Come to Daddy, babyboy" Y/N mocks as Dean rolls his eyes. "Shut up" He grumbles childishly.

Present Time:

"So...it would've kind of hard for Dean to kill Tony. Considering we weren't in town at the time" Y/N scoffs after telling a vague version of them finding out that Anthony Giles was killed. "So tell me, what happened next" Ballard asks. "Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen" Sam begins before thinking a bit. "She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her, you know?" He says in a fake sad tone.

Flashback:

"Insurance" Karen tearfully sighs, shaking her head as she looks at the papers. Sam, Dean and Y/N were dressed in their formal wear, disguised as insurance agents. All currently in Karen Giles' dining room. The second Y/N entered that house, she got that chill at the back of her neck but it was its usual hair raising feeling. It was more dark, hallow...the best way to explain it. It was quite depressing and she felt it churn at her stomach.

"I totally forgot about the insurance" The clearly grief stricken widow sobs, "We're very sorry to bother you right now ma'am, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation" Y/N says sympathetically. "You understand?" Y/N adds softly. Karen nods rapidly, wiping away tears from her eyes. "Sure" She sniffles, tucking away a lock of her hair.

"Okay, If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died" Sam says softly. Karen takes a deep breath before beginning, "Tony and I were supposed to have dinner. He called and said that he was having computer troubles and...that he had to work late" Karen explains. They all listen intently as Sam and Y/N nod, giving Karen a pitiful look, their eyebrows furrowed.

"That was it" Karen finishes. Deans eyes shift over to Y/N, "Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" She asks gently. "No. No. It's like I told the police. I have no idea" Karen sobs, sniffling as she shakes her head. "Did Tony mention anything....unusual to you in the days before his death?" Dean chimes in, Karen looks confused by this question. "Unusual? Like what?" Karen asks confused.

"Yeah, like strange" Dean smiles, his tone enticing. Sam and Y/N's eyebrows raised at his tone, both internally rolling their eyes at Deans lack of subtlety. "Strange?" Karen shakes her head, still confused. "You know, Karen, weird. Weird noises...uh...visions, anything like that?" Dean presses. Y/N clears her throat harshly, "Ahem", shooting Dean a warning look to be a little more subtle before.

His face drops before clearing his throat when he noticed y/n's serious look. Her eyes and Sam's eyes flicker over to Karen with a sympathetic look before glancing back over to dean with widened exasperated eyes as Dean looks down like guiltily like a child.

Walk him like a dog sis.

"Uh, he had a nightmare the day before he died, but-" Karen tells them. They all share a look, "What kind of nightmare?" Sam asks. "Uh...he said that he woke up in the middle of the night. And there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed..." Karen explains, sniffling. Dean looks over at Sam and Y/N with a smug face saying, 'I told you so', before turning back to Karen.

"...and then he blinked, she was gone. I mean, it was just a nightmare" Karen explained, confused as to why they would ask this. Dean chuckles lightly, passing it off as he cleared his throat, "Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asks. Karen's eyes widen, now absolutely confused, "What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?" She asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

Deans face drops, now realizing he pushed a bit too much. All three hunters panicked a bit, "Uh- it's just our company is very thorough, ma'am" Y/N pipes in, resting a comforting hand on Karen's gently. "And we just want to make this process as painless and easy as possible" She adds with a small smile. Karen sighs, taking the bait. Her eyes flickered down to Y/N's hand on hers before taking a deep breath.

Dean shoots y/n an impressed look. "He said she was pale and had dark red eyes" Karen tells them, sobbing lightly.

Present Time:

"So I gave Karen a hug. And told her to call us if she needed anything" Sam finishes their story, twisting the truth to fit. "And, that was it. End of story" Y/N adds. She was leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed as Sam straddles her, leaning forward. Ballard tapped her finger on the table impatiently, not convinced by their story whatsoever. "Sam, Y/N. I am trying to help you guys here. But you have got to be honest with me!" Ballard exclaims frustrated, getting up from her chair.

"Now, we have an eyewitness. Someone saw two men and a woman. Fitting your descriptions and Dean's, breaking into Giles' office!" Ballard informs them in a threatening tone. "Okay, look! Karen called us later, said that there was stuff she wanted from Tony's office but the police weren't letting her in" Y/N defends with the first lie that came to her mind, fluidly selling their story.

"Like a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff" She adds, "Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene but she gave us the key!" Sam adds defensively, coming to aid y/n's lie.

Flashback:

Y/N was on her knees, expertly picking the lock to Anthony Giles' office. She opened it quickly and quietly as the boys shined their lights into the dark room. She handed Dean the Bobby pin she used to pick the lock as they walked in and Sam closed the door behind them, shining his light on the bloodstained floor. "Hey" He drew the attention of his brother and best friend to the ground,

"Anthony Giles' body was found right about here" Sam points out. "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible" Y/N quotes from the article she read of Giles' murder. Dean whistles lowly at that, "What do you guys think? Vengeful spirit? Underline, vengeful?" Dean questions with humor before turning to y/n. "You getting any tinglies with your ESP thing?" Dean asks her with a wide smirk, wiggling his fingers.

Y/N rolls her eyes, "Not at this very moment, but if something were here. It would've left some kind of aura. I'm not getting that here" Y/N tells him, "Back at the Giles' house though. It was red hot" She adds, "You could be right. I mean, we did see that woman at the foot of his bed" Sam agrees as he walks over to Anthony's desk. "It wasn't like anything I've felt before though. It was more heavy, dark, depressing, you know?" She adds truthfully.

"Maybe it's got to do with you learning to control your powers. Or maybe it's growing?" Dean suggest with a shrug. Y/N took a seat on the chair as Sam pulls a chair from the other side, taking a seat next to her. "Yeah, maybe" Y/N sighs. Dean notices a paper on the table with a weird text on it, his eyebrow's furrowed before handing it to Y/N, "Hey, take a look at this" He says, she takes it, reading it over as Sam peers over her shoulder.

"Dana Shulps?" Sam questions, written on the paper was 'danashulps' over and over with no spaces. "What's that? A name?" Y/N asks. "I don't know, but it's everywhere" Dean responds, picking up another set of papers with the same text in it. He turns it to them as Sam shines his light on the paper in Deans hands, "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" Dean snorts, chuckling at his comment.

Sam's light shines on the table when he moves it, his and y/n's eyebrows raised when they noticed what looked like a scribble in on the glass table. Y/N and Dean shared a look before she leaned down and let her hot breath glaze over the table. The scribbled in revealed to be 'Dana Shulps' written in with probably Anthony's finger and dust. Y/N scoffs as the boys mouths fall agape. "Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird" She snorts.

"Maybe Giles knew her" Dean suggest. "Maybe it's the name of our pale, red eyes mystery girl" Sam suggests pulling out his laptop before opening it on the table. Y/N started to try to break the code to Giles' desktop as Dean got some files from the drawer, "Well, let's see what we can see" Dean smirks, slapping the files down on the table.

Hours have passed of doing research, currently still in Giles' office. Dean slams the drawer shut harshly in frustration. Sam and Y/N's heads snap over to Dean, "There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps. Or any other kind of freaking Shulps!" Dean growls irritated, leaning on the wall. "Great" Sam mutters as Y/N sighs.

Typing away on the desktop, "What do you guys got?" Dean asks. "Nothing" They respond in unison. "No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last 50 years at least" Sam tells him, equally frustrated. "So, what now?" Dean huffs. "Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" Y/N tells them, leaning back in her chair.

"By close, you mean...?" Dean asks for a time limit. "Thirty minutes maybe" Y/N spitballs, shrugging. Dean checks his wristwatch before huffing, "Awesome" He grumbles, slouching his shoulder before moving over to the chair across from the desk the two were sat at. "So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out" Dean feigns a smile before sinking into the seat.

"Sooooo, awesome" He grumbles childishly. Watching in impatience as Y/N types away on the laptop and Sam is still nose deep into looking for a Dana Shulps. Dean begins clicking his tongue in boredom, causing Sam and Y/N's eyes to snap over to him as he creases his lips while puffing up his cheeks, making a squelching farting noise with his mouth. "Dean!" "Dude, seriously!" Y/N and Sam exclaim in annoyance at the same time.

"What?!" Dean huffs back childishly. "Oh for the love of-" Y/N groans, massaging her temples. "Go into my duffel bag, you'll see there's a chocolate bar. I bought it for moments exactly like this." Y/N instructs him firmly, pointing to her bag before slouching back into her chair as she continued to type away on the desktop, trying to break the code.

Deans eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas, quickly rushing over to the bag. He dug into it and fished out the chocolate bar, tearing up open and instantly digging into it. Sam snorted as his brother practically swallowed the chocolate, "Thanks princess" Dean thanks her with a mouthful of chocolate. "You're welcome, charming" She muttered back, flashing him a sweet smile before turning back to the desktop.

"Alright, I'm gonna go talk to Karen, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Dean suggests as he stuffed the paper from the bar into his pocket, swallowing the last of the candy. "Great, be safe" Y/N tells him, "Ditto, keep doing sparkys" Dean flashes her a wink before walking out of the room.

Present Time:

"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her" Sam finishes his story after twisting around it, "I mean, you know? She had been pretty upset earlier" Y/N sighs. "So why didn't you two go with him?" Ballard asks, her eyes narrowed at them. They both shrugged, "We just went back to the motel." Sam shakes his head before a thought pops in to Y/N's.

"How'd you know we were there, by the way?" Y/N asks, cocking her eyebrow as she leans back into her chair. Ballard inches towards them, her heels clinking on the ground, "We found the motel matchbook on Dean when we arrested him" Ballard informs them harshly, showing them the bagged matchbook on the table. "Let's quit fooling around. You two were with Dean the whole time in Baltimore, why separate now?" Ballard presses as she dashes the matchbook on the table, leaning down.

"Because he left, to go murder Karen" Ballard answers the question for them. "He didn't kill anyone" Sam says calmly. Ballard slams her palm on the desk in frustration. "I heard the 911 call! Karen was terrified! She said someone was in the house!" Ballard yells at them. The two hunters don't react, simply raising their eyebrows at her failed attempt of being intimidating.

"You know you suck at being scary, maybe get a face tat. It'll give you some brownie points for badass" Y/N quips up, an amused grin on her face. Sam had to hold back a snicker by her comeback as Ballard groans in frustration.

Flashback:

Karen is sat on her couch watching the news, mourning the loss of her husband. She reaches over to grab a tissue from the box on her coffee table. She gasps in fear when she catches a glimpse of a shadow. Karen pauses, quickly taking off her glasses to wipe her eyes. She shakes her head, realizing she's probably just hallucinating from trauma.

She places her glasses back onto her face as she sniffles. Karen lets out a scream of terror when she saw a pale woman with dark red eyes, exactly like her husband described before his death by the window. Karen quickly turns to lamp next to her on, breaking eye contact with the spirit for a split second, only to look back to see no one.

Still shaken, Karen gets up from her couch, whimpering and shaking with fear. She slowly makes her way to her stairs, peering from the corner while looking around for anyone or anything. She felt a chill behind her and spun back around with a loud gasp only to see no one there. She quickly ascended her stairs, rushing into her office before locking the door behind her.

Karen immediately grabs the landline on her desk, dialing in 911. "Emergency Services" A woman on the other line answers almost immediately. "Hello?...I-i think I saw somebody in my house" Karen whispers fearfully, her words stuttered as she spoke. "What is your address, ma'am?" The responser asks. "It's 421 Clinton Avenue." Karen informs her, shaking but the line drops dead.

"Please can you- Hello-?" Karen's heart drops when she hears the line go dead. That's when the lights started flickering in her room and the printer started whirring, a paper began to slide out of the receiver, printing a name over and over. Karen watched in fear as the page printed 'Dana Shulps'. She backed up to the closet door, before quickly opening it.

Karen got out her flashlight from the back of the closet, turning it on. She shined it behind her, only to be met with the pale woman with dark red eyes and a slit throat, Karen's eyes widened, her mouth dropped as she let out the most gut wrenching scream she possibly could.

Not too long after Karen's encounter, Dean Winchester approaches her door, pulling the door knocker before rapping on the door. "Karen, you in there?" Dean calls out to Karen. He doesn't get an answer after a few seconds so he looks around to insure no one would witness the crime he's about to commit before pulling out a bobby pin he stole from y/n.

Dean expertly picked the lock, slowly opening the creaking door before closing it behind him. He took a look around the dark house, reaching onto the wall to flick the light switch but it wouldn't come on. As if the fuse blew but Dean knew better than that. Dean made his way around the house, lastly wounding up in Karen's office only to stumble upon her freshly deceased body.

Her blood pooled and soaked into the carpeted ground from the inch deep slashed made against her throat. "Oh, God" Dean mutters, his stomach churning. His eyes flickered over to the printer, pulling it out of the receiver to take a look. He rolls his eyes when he see, 'Dana Shulps' printed over and over on it. "Seriously, what the hell?" He groans in frustration, as he takes in Karen's corpse.

Now noticing the purple grip marks around her wrists. He takes a step closer, kneeling down to examine her body. He gently but respectfully to the deceased, lifted her limp wrist to get a better look but the cocking of a gun behind him caught his attention. His head snaps back in. A flash, "Freeze. Stay on your knees" A woman officer behind him orders him firmly, her male partner and her both aiming their guns at the elder Winchester.

Deans eyes widen, his heart thumping out of his chest. "Hands where I can see them. Now!" The female officer yells as Dean breathes heavily, raising his hands in surrender. "Cuff him" The officer orders her partner who does so. Roughly handcuffing Dean, a wrongly accused man. His jaw clenches, now internally panicking because he knew they'd go after Sammy and y/n/n now that they'd found him.

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Present Time:

Detective Peter Sheridan was sat in the observation room where Dean was being held, handcuffed to the table as Ballard enters. Unbeknownst to Dean who couldn't see them through the one-way mirror, "You getting anywhere with him?" Ballard asks Sheridan as she closes the door, taking a seat on the table.

"No. Just a lot of wise-ass remarks. You?" Sheridan responds, sipping his coffee. "Same with y/n. Girls got a mouth on her" Ballard huffs, rolling her eyes. "But their story matches Deans to the last detail." Ballard tells him, Sheridan nods, getting up from us chair. "Yeah? Well, these guys are good, I'll give them that" Sheridan comments while he picks up his jacket before opening the door for Ballard to exit first, walking behind her.

"If we don't get Sam and Y/N to flip, we have nothing but a lot of circumstantial evidence" Ballard says in frustration as they walk through the station. "We got Dean at the crime scene with blood on his hands" Sheridan points out. "Juries have convicted for less" He assures her. "Yeah, but, I mean, where's the murder weapon?" Ballard asks the pending question.

"What's the motive. You talk about reasonable doubt- " She continues but Sheridan cuts her off. "Diana...do you have reasonable doubt" He says in a low husky tone, resting his thumb on her chin, caressing her bottom lip before quickly pulling his hand away when he saw a fellow officer walk in. Ballard throat goes dry, her heart thumping of of her chest. Her eyes darting to his lips,

"If we keep leaning on them, one of them will tumble. And don't forget about St. Louis. I'm telling you, this Dean guy is our guy" Sheridan tells her confidently but she wasn't too sure, he rested his hand on the small of her back as they began walking again. "I know Tony Giles was a friend of yours." Ballard says softly. "Yeah, he was. He was a good friend" Sheridan nods. "Look and I know you wanna clean this mess up quick. But come on, Tony knew a lot of criminal types, maybe we just-" Ballard suggest but he cuts her off again.

"Criminal types? He was a defense lawyer for Gods sakes. Of course he knew criminal types" Sheridan scoffs. Ballard sighed, "Okay, alright. Let's get back at them" She shakes her head. "Nah, you know what? Let them stew in their juices for a bit." Sheridan suggested, as they reached a corner. He looked around making sure there was no one around.

"Come here" He beckoned her closer with the wiggle of a crooked finger and a smirk. Ballard smiled before leaning in to kiss her boyfriend, a blush prominent on her face when their lips disconnected before brushing his cheek lightly with her hand. Then turning to walk off towards her desk in the bullpen.

Meanwhile, Dean was in his holding room. His hands clasped infront of him, his eyes closed as he tried to figure out what in the flying fuck was Dana Shulps. "Dana Shulps. Dana Shulps. Dana Shulps. Dana- Dana Shulps" He chanted to himself, his mind swirling with possibilities until a thought crossed his mind.

Back in Sam and Y/N's holding room, Y/N's face was buried in her hands, her elbows pressed against the cold metal table bored out of her mind. Sam's pacing came to a stop, he then sank in the chair next to her. Taking up Ballard's pen, he began to write Dana Shulps on the Manila folder. "What are you-?" Y/N goes to ask, holting her question when she realized what he was doing.

In Dean's room, his eyes opened, "Maybe it's not a name. Maybe it's not a name" He muttered to himself, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N looked on as Sam contemplated, "Anagram maybe?" She suggested, Sams eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe." He sighs, shrugging before he began to try other ways on the folder.

Deans broken from his train of thought when the sound of someone knocking on the door startled him. The door creaked open and entered a middle aged man dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase. "Mr. Winchester?" The man questioned. "Yeah" Dean confirmed. "I'm Jeff Krause. I'm with the public defenders office" The man introduces himself kindly, locking the door behind him.

Deans eyebrows furrowed, "I'm your lawyer" Jeff smiles. Dean snorts, "Oh, thank God. I'm saved" He muttered sarcastically as Jeff took a seat. "Hey, can I, uh, steal a pen from you, some paper?" Dean asks the man casually. "Sure" Jeff nods kindly before reaching into his jacket and taking out a pen, then into his briefcase, taking out a notepad before sliding both items over to Dean.

"Well, the police haven't found a weapon yet, so that's good" Jeff begins as Dean writes 'Dana Shulps' on the paper. "But, uh, they got your prints...and literally, blood on your hands. And, with your police record...uh..." Jeff explains only to see Dean was not paying attention, still writing away on the pad. "Mr. Winchester, what are you doing?" Jeff asks him.

"I think it's an anagram" Dean responds, focused on the case. "A what?" Jeff asks confused. "An anagram. Sam letters, different words" Dean explains as he writes out possibilities on the notepad. Jeff cocks his eyebrow, beyond confused. "Uh, could you do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words. You know? Local names, places, anything like that?" Dean asks him, turning the notepad to him.

Jeff is taken back by this, "Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Jeff exaggerates the severity. Dean chuckles, rattling the hands that are cuffed to the table, "I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it" Dean says plainly before pointing to the notepad. "Humor me. Take a quick look" He requests Jeff who sighs, doing as Dean says. Taking a good look at the list of names.

"Well..." He scratches off three letters from one of the names. "S-U-P. I don't know about that but..." He begins as he scratches off the S-U-P in the word: Supash Land. "Ashland is a street name. It's not far from here" Jeff tells him as he turns the pad back to him. "Street?" Dean question as he tears the paper out from the pad.

Jeff gives Dean a weird look but decides to change the subject, "Let's start with where is it were the night that Anthony Giles died" Jeff began, "Can you get in to see my brother and my gi- friend" Dean asks, clearing his throat from the slight slip of tongue. "Mr. Winchester...you could be facing the death penalty here" Jeff warns him, thinking Dean didn't understand the severity of the situation.

"Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock." Dean quips looking up from the notepad. Jeff's face drops as Dean rips out a paper with something written on it, "But, if you wanna help me..." He folded the paper before handing it to Jeff. "I need you to see my brother and my friend" his tone dead serious.

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Diana Ballard was at her desk, doing up the report of Sam and Y/N's arrest on her laptop. When suddenly her laptop randomly started writing 'Dana Shulps' over and over in her report. Ballard's eyes widened, confusion setting in. She pressed her finger to the erase button, attempting to delete it but the computer wouldn't budge. When she blinked, the report went back to its original form. Ballard was utterly confused, convinced she was going mad.

Meanwhile, in Sam and Y/N's holding room, Jeff brought the note Dean left for them.

'Hilts- it's a Street. Ashland - McQueen'

The note read, Sam and Y/N shared a look when they saw the reference from the movie 'The Great Escape' in the note Dean signed. Of course the bastard would use a Movie reference. Y/N thought to herself. "I hope that was meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your cases now" Jeff said to them firmly. Sam shrugged, "Sure thing, Matlock" Y/N gestured for Jeff to take a seat. Jeff scoffed at the irony.

"You two are just perfect for each other, aren't you?" Jeff chuckled at the reference because Dean called him Matlock too. Y/N and Sam grimaced, assuming Jeff was talking about them. Internally gagging at the thought. "Gross" Sam and Y/N muttered in unison, groaning in disgust. "No, not- nevermind" Jeff goes to explain but shook his head, taking a seat.

"Now, as you two know" He began, going into his briefcase, taking out a pen before clicking it. "The DA might be interested in-" Jeff is cut off by a knock at the door. "We need you. With the other one" Ballard informs Jeff upon entrance.

Dean was still sat in the holding room, handcuffed to the table as an officer set up a video camera across from him on the other side of the table, Sheridan besides the officer. Ballard entered with Jeff Krause. "Counselor, your boy decided to confess" Sheridan informed him, his hands on his hips. Jeff's eyes widen, "Mr. Winchester. I'd advice against that strongly" Jeff leans down, pleading with Dean.

"Talk directly into the camera. Start by stating your name for the record" Sheridan instructed him as Ballard stood behind him, arms folded across her chest. Dean nodded before clasping his hands infront of his, clearing his throat before beginning. "My name is Dean Winchester" Dean starts, a light sly smirk making its way onto his handsome face.

"I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women" He smiled smugly, his mind going to y/n for a second at the last part before dropping the act. "And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did" He continued, glancing up at Ballard and Sheridan who have annoyance plastered on their faces.

"Or rather, what did. Of course, it can't be for sure because our investigation was interrupted" He smugly added before looking back into the camera. "But our working theory is that we're looking for a some kind of...vengeful spirit" His words right there and then would earn him a smack to the back of the head by y/n, if she were here and a lecture about 'Not being subtle'. But in this case, it was sorta acceptable.

Pin drop silence fell in the room, "Excuse me?" Ballard piped in, bamboozled by his words. Dean just smirked, "You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" He quipped, looking back up at Ballard with a smug smile. "Tony Giles saw it. And I'll bet you cash money, Karen did too" Deans smirk widens. "But see the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason, it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy" Dean continues. Sheridan rolls his eyes in pure frustration, turning to Ballard.

"You know, sometimes the spirits, they, uh, they get things jumbled. You remember red rum? Same concept. You know, it's, uh....could be word fragments..." Dean explains as the entire room looked at him as if he were crazy. Which, any human who didn't know about the supernatural would. "Other times..." He rests into his jacket, pulling out a paper from his pocket.

He opens it and flashes it to the camera, the paper being the one he wrote all of the possibilities from the 'Dana Shulps' clue they got from Karen and Tony's printers. "...it's anagram. See at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps" Ballard's mouth fell agape when he said that, her mind going back to the malfunction on her laptop. In utter disbelief at this.

"But now, we think it's a street, Ashland. Whatever's going on...I'm betting it started there" Dean finished, flashing the camera his classic shit-eating, panty dropping grin. "You arrogant bastard. Tony and Karen were too people. You're making jokes!" Sheridan growled. "I'm not joking, Ponch" Deans smile widens, Sheridan then moves around the table, leaning down to shout in Deans face.

"You murdered them in cold blood, just like that girl in St. Louis!" Sheridan shouts. Deans smile doesn't drop, instead he turns back to the camera, "Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either." He chuckles. "That was a shapeshifter creature that only looked like me" Dean simply smiles. Telling the truth that sounded like utter bullshit. Sheridan snapped, "Get up!" He screams, grabbing Dean by his neck.

He spun Dean around and slams the elder Winchester into the wall as everyone in the room backs away. Pure rage on his face, "Pete, that is enough!" Ballard yells at him as Sheridan had Dean pressed against the wall, his hands gripping his shirt collar. His breath was hot and heavy with fury, "You asked for the truth" Dean shrugged nonchalantly. Sheridan huffed before loosing his grip.

"Lock his ass up" He ordered the deputy. Leaving the room with Ballard. The deputy then grabs Dean by his wrist, before turning him around, slamming him back into the wall. Deans cheek hits the cold barrier as the officer reaches behind his belt to take out the handcuffs. Dean winces lightly from the pinch of the cuffs tightening around his wrists, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

Ballard and Sheridan head on over to Sam and Y/N's holding room, only to enter a now empty room. The window shutters were broken from the inside of the two story building. "What the hell! Where are they?!" Sheridan growls, rushing over to the window, nothing but a busy street and no sign of Sam or y/n.

Ballard notices a paper on the table, she picks it up to see the note Dean wrote for Sam and Y/N. She shook her head, slightly impressed by it. "What'd they do? The fire escape's way over— What?" Sheridan begins but when he turns to see Ballard with a with the note in her hand he asks. "These three" Ballard scoffs, handing Sheridan the note. "Hilts and McQueen? What is this?" Sheridan also confused.

"Hilts is Steve McQueens character in The Great Escape" Ballard informs Sheridan, earning a huff of frustration from how these three hillbilly dressed, country folk could possibly outsmart a station filled with officers. Much-less, him. His ego was deflating by the second.

Ballard entered the bathroom, attempting to turn on the light switch but it just sparked, the room staying dark. She groaned in frustration before walking over to the faucet. She reached down to turn it on but water started spewing out without her touching it. Her mouth fell agape as the water steamed up and all the other faucets besides her started spewing hot water.

Ballard's gaze turns to the fogged mirror in-front of her, the squeaking of a finger pressed up against the fogged glass, writing in 'Dana Shulps' in all capital letters. There was no one in the bathroom besides Ballard, her heart was thumping out of her chest. She quickly wiped away the words on the mirror, only to be met with the same pale, dark red eyes women staring right at her.

Ballard gasps fearfully, turning around to confirm there was the woman behind her. The ghost tries to speak to her but the slit in her throat made it difficult as the woman desperately attempted to communicate with Ballard but blood spewed out of the gash on her throat. Leaving her terrified and speechless.

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Ballard opens the door to Deans holding room, her stoic eyes meeting Deans bored expression. Locking the door behind her, "Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired" Dean groans, rubbing his forehead with his pointer and ring finger. "It's been a long day, you know? With your partner assaulting me and all" He snarks. "I wanna know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier." Ballard says, trying to ease her heavy breathing.

"Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up" Dean sassed while rubbing his sore wrists. Ballard made her way to the other side of the table across room Dean., "Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane" She began, taking a deep breath as Dean pumped his eyebrows smugly. "What would one of these things be going here?" She asks. "A vengeful spirit?" Dean asks knowing the answer.

Ballard does give him one so he just nods, "Well they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt them" Dean explains. "And, uh, these....spirits. They're capable of killing people?" Ballard asks, rubbing the back of her neck. The same spot Karen Giles was slashed on.

Dean smirks at her hesitation but it quickly drops when his eyes land on her wrists, purple grip marks around them, identical to the ones on Karen's wrists. "Where did you get that?" He asks Ballard. She gasps, taking her hand off from her neck, pulling up her sleeve lightly. "I don't know. It wasn't there before" She tells in a shaken tone. Realization dawns on Dean, "You've seen it, haven't you?" He asks Ballard in a knowing tone.

Her eyes widen, "The spirit" He adds. "How did you know?" Ballard gasps. "Because Karen had the same bruised on her wrists. I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos, he's got them too. It's got something to do with this spirit. I don't know what" Dean informs her as she shook with disbelief. Ballard turnt to the mirror in the room, her face flushed with contempt.

She's convinced she's going insane, bonkers, mad. All the names in the book. She was telling herself she's no better than Dean. "I know. You think you're going crazy" Dean voices her thoughts. "But let's skip that part, shall we?" He snarks. "Because the last two people who saw this thing died pretty soon after. You hear me?" Dean says to her firmly. Ballard turns back to face Dean. "You gonna I'm gonna die" Ballard mumbles.

Dean nods as if it's obvious, "You need to go to Sam and Y/N. They'll help" Dean assures her. "You're giving your brother and your girlfriend up?" Ballard blinks, taken back by how serious this much be is Dean was willing to fold. He puts up a finger, "1. She's not my girlfriend." Dean states. "2. Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford and/or Beth Davenport. It's how we all find each other when we're separated" Dean instructs her.

"And you can arrest them if you want. Or you can let them save your life" He says firmly.

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Sam and Y/N were back in their motel room, Sam was sat at the table, in front of his laptop, sifting through the stack of crime scene photos while Y/N paced the room nervously. Her fingers trembled slightly each time she brought it to her lips, taking a deep drag before exhaling a plume of smoke. The ash from the burning end falls to the ground, so engulfed in her own thoughts of Dean behind those bars, worried beyond words from the dictionary could describe.

She was on her sixth cigarette since they've gotten back, the second she lit the third one, she earned a concerned look from her best friend. "He'll be fine, y/n/n. He's Dean" Sam assures her gently, tapping the bottom of the papers on the table. "That's exactly what I'm worried about" She sighs, shaking her head. Sam also sighs, knowing where she's getting at. Dean may be strong but the bastard's got a smart mouth they gets him in trouble 99% of the time.

He's already being held for murder, she had every right to be worried. A knocking at the door startles both of them. The two hunters shared a look while y/n felt a joy in her heart, assuming it was Dean she rushed over to open it. Her heart only sank when she twisted the doorknob, pulling it open, revealing it to be none other than Detective Ballard.

Sam shot up from his chair as y/n gulps visibly, but Ballards expression told them that she wasn't there to detain them.

Ballard explained to them what happened, showing Sam and y/n her wrist. The two eyes widen as y/n gently takes Ballard's hands in hers. "May I?" She asks for consent. Ballard nods as y/n examines her wrists. "These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asks her. Ballard nods, "Yeah, I-I guess" She stutters. "Alright hun. You're gonna have to tell us exactly what you saw. Can you do that?" Y/N says gently.

Ballard takes a shallow breath before nodding, "You know, I must be losing my mind" She shakes her head, stepping away from the two. "You're fugitives. I should be arresting y'all." She stresses. Sam and Y/N share an exasperated look, "Alright, well. You know what? You can arrest us later, alright? After you live through this." Y/N sasses. "But right now, you gotta talk to us. Okay?" Sam adds calmly, taking on the chair he was on earlier.

Ballard hesitantly, tears in her eyes but nods obliging. "Okay, great. Now, the spirit, what did it look like?" Y/N asks, leaning against the table, arms crossed over her chest. "She was uh...really pale. And her throat was cut. And her eyes, they were like this deep dark red." Ballard explains as the two nod and listen intently. "It appeared like she was trying to talk to me, but she couldn't" Ballard's breath quickens.

"It was just a lot of blood" She exaggerates, clearly shaken from the experience. She takes a seat on the bed across from them. Sam and Y/N share a look before Sam turns to his laptop, "You know what? Here, I've been researching every girl who's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." Sam tells her, gathering the crime scene photos. She gets up and moves over to the table they were at, freezing upon seeing what they had in their possession.

"How did you get those? Those are from crime scene and booking photos" Ballard firmly asks. Smirks crept onto Sam and Y/N's faces. "You have you job. We got ours" Y/N sasses with a nonchalant shrug. Sam agrees from handing Ballard the photos, "Here, I need you to look through these, tell me if you recognize anyone" Sam instructs her. She flashes him a glare before taking them and settling on the bed.

She goes through the photos, shaking her head with each one until landing on a very familiar mugshot of a woman, her heart dropped when she instantly recognized the woman. "This is her. I'm sure of it." She says confidently as she hands y/n the photo. Sam peered over y/n's shoulder to get a proper look, "Claire Becket, 28 years old. Disappeared about eight or nine months ago" Y/N reads off from the mugshot.

Sam begins to type her name into the police database to get an information on her, "But I don't even know her. Why would she come after me?" Ballard asks confused, "Well, before her death. She was arrested twice for dealing heroin" Sam informs her. "You ever work narcotics?" Y/N asks Ballard. "Yeah. Pete and I did. Before Homicide" Ballard nods, Sam holds up the picture of Claire Beckett.

"You ever bust her?" He asks. "Not that I remember" Ballard shakes her head. Sam and Y/N sighed, as he read the report. "It says she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything" Sam reads off from the report before handing y/n the photo again. "Guess we gotta go check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body" Y/N mumbles.

Sam nods in agreement before getting up, "What?" Ballard huffs as Y/N hands Sam his jacket, "Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her to rest" Sam explains to Ballard who's eyes are wide. "Of course it is" Ballard mutters, earning a amused chuckles from the two hunters.

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Sirens in the empty street wailed from the distance on 2911 Ashland Street. Sam, Y/N and Ballard were canvassing the building, armed with flashlights and their trusty firearms. Dean's army green duffel was slung over Y/N's shoulder. Packed filled with salt, accelerant, lighters, matches and basically anything to take down any known monster or spirit.

The room was not only dark was filled with metal shelves with tons of junk on them. Clearly abandoned, "So what exactly are we looking for?" Ballard asks. "We'll let you know when we find it" Sam remarks in a low tone. Y/N could feel the heaviness in the place, it was light a weight was crushing her chest. "She's here alright" Y/N tells Sam in a low tone, making sure Ballard doesn't hear at risk of scaring her.

Sam nods in response as y/n shines her light on a staircase. The two share a look before making their way over to the creaky stairs. Sam went first and y/n followed behind as Ballard stayed downstairs. She continued to search the room, her heart beating out of her chest when she heard a clattering object across the room.

She scanned the place but froze in fear, a loud gasp left her throat when Claire's spirit came into view. She disapparated and apparated again infront of Ballard in a flash, attempting to speak again but she choked on her blood. "Sam! Y/N!" Ballard calls out for them fearfully as Claire reaches out to her, she backs away shaking with fear as Sam and Y/N came rushing down the stairs. "Sam! Y/N!"

"Hey! We're here, what is it?? What happened?" Sam asks her out of breath from running. "Claire" Ballard gasps out shaken. "Where?" Y/N asks, flashing her light around the room. "She was here" Ballard breathes heavily. "Did she attack you?" Sam asks, scanning her body for any marks. "No. No, she was just, like reaching out to me" Ballard shakes her head. "She was over there by the window" She points out.

Ballard moves closer to the window that was blocked by the shelf. "Hey. Help me move this" She asks Sam and y/n. They nod as they help her move the large shelf. Ballard's eyes widen in recognition when she sees a back to front printed in word on the window, her mouth agape. "Our little mystery word" She mutters, pained. Sam and Y/N look over at her confused until realization dawns on them.

They turn to see the words on the window that was hit directly from the light, shining through onto the wall behind them. Spelling 'Ashland Sup'. Y/N's mouth fell agape along with Sam's, "Now the extra letters make sense" She mutters, sharing a look with Sam. Y/N reaches forward slowly, stepping forward to the wall. Her arm stretched out. "What is she doing?" Ballard asks. "Checking to see if she can sense the spirit" Sam informs Ballard.

"She can do that? How?" Ballard asks confused. "Uh...we'll explain after" Sam smiles sheepishly. Y/N's hand presses against the wall, she gasps loudly when the weight on her chest pressed in deeper, rush of energy running through the palm of her hands, reaching the soles of her feet. It wasn't like anything she'd felt before, something wasn't adding up but something was in that wall, she knew that for sure.

"There's something in there. There has to be" Y/N tells them, quickly taking her hand off the wall. Sam then fishes out his EMF meter from his jacket upon y/n's reaction. Powering it on, "What is that?" Ballard asks. "Well, spirits and certain remains give off electro magnetic frequencies. It's basically a device of what y/n has built into her head" Sam explains, with a shrug.

"Gee, thanks Sammy" Y/N mutters sarcastically, rolling her eyes, earning a cheeky smile from Sam. "So if Claire's body was here. Y/N and that EMF meter could indicate that?" Ballard asks. "Yeah, well that's the theory" Sam nods. He then inches the EMF meter closer to the wall, it instantly goes insane, lighting up bright red. Ballard's eyes widen.

Y/N tosses Deans duffel on the floor before digging out a hatchet and a rocksalt gun. The two begin to hammer into the wall with their weapons, drawing them back at least a half dozen times before finally busting through the bricked all. Y/N turns on her flashlight and shines it into the opening they made. "Yeah, yeah. There's definitely something in there" Y/N confirms as Ballard's breathing quickened.

"You know, this is bothering me" Sam grumbles as he and y/n use their elbows to finish breaking apart the wall. "Well, you guys are digging up a corpse" Ballard points out. "No, not that. That's pretty par from the course, actually" Y/N chuckles. "Then what?" Ballard asks curiously. "It's just...I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted. So why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains?" Sam thinks out loud.

Y/N didn't think about that prior, "You've got a point. It doesn't make any sense" She agrees as they bang their elbows into the wall. It finally gave and broke inwards. Both grunting heavily as they pulled out the large blanket with ropes tying it closed on either side, it seemed to have a human corpse wrapped in it. Y/N felt her chest grow heavier as they held it, the exact feeling she got when she touched that wall was soaring through her.

Sam and Y/N grunted as they gently placed it on the ground, Y/N then pulls out her new butterfly knife Dean bought for her from her combat boots. Flicking it open, she begins to cut away at the rope. Sam then unwraps the blanket after she does this, revealing the skeletal remains of Claire Beckett. The blonde hair was a dead giveaway that this was the spirit remains they were looking for.

Their hearts dropped painfully, feeling pity for the poor woman. Ballard held up her wrists when she saw that Claire had ropes tied around her wrists. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours" Y/N says, realizing the same thing as Ballard. What caught her eyes was an extremely familiar necklace that was around Claire's neck, Ballard took it between her fingers examining it.

Her mouth fell agape once again, tears pricking at her eyes. Sam and Y/N noticed this, "That necklace mean something to you?" Sam asks as Ballard glared at the necklace, feeling utterly and completely betrayed. "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson Street" Ballard tells them, taking a deep breath as they take a look at the unique pendant. Sam and Y/N looked at her confused as to why Ballard knew that.

She then reached into her blouse to pull out an identical pendant, "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me" Ballard informs them. It was their turn to go agape, both their jaws on the ground. Y/N gets up from the ground, "Now this all makes perfect sense. As to why the aura didn't feel the same compared to actual vengeful spirits" Y/N says in realization as Sam gets up. "I'm sorry?" Ballard shakes her head confused.

"Yeah, you see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit. She's a death omen" Sam tells her. "Excuse me?" Ballard questions baffled, getting up from the ground also. "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them" Y/N explains to Ballard. "You see, sometime spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want Justice. Which is why she led up here in the first place. She wants up to know who her killer is" Sam adds as Ballard paces the room, her hands on her hips.

Ballard gets where the two hunters are hinting at, her face dropping at the assumption, "No offense detective, but how much do you know about your partner?" Y/N asks respectfully. "Oh, my god" Ballard gasps, thought crossing her mind. "What?" Sam and Y/N ask in unison. "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously, it was a cop but we never found out who did it" Ballard explains to them, taking a step forward.

Their eyebrows furrowed until they put the pieces together, "But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." Ballard adds. "Somebody like a heroin dealer" Sam chimes in. Ballard turns to them, "Somebody like Claire" Y/N injects, the three sharing a look. A striking pain coursed through y/n's head out of the sudden, it shot from one temple to the other.

She screamed, falling to her knees. "Y/n/n?! What's wrong?!" Sam gasped, dropping besides her, trying to hold her up. Ballard is taken back by this when she sees Y/N's eyes glass over to a full white, realization dawns on Sam about what is happening. "What is happening?" She asks Sams panicked, "She's having a vision." Sam tells her.

"A what?!" Ballard yells as y/n holds her head, screaming. "Lady, you just saw a ghost. Is it that hard to believe that she's psychic?!" Sam snaps, cradling his best friend in his arms who's still screaming in pain, praying for it to be over soon.

"Pee break? So soon? You know, you might wanna get your prostate checked" Dean quips up, Sheridan rolls his eyes before turning the vehicle off and getting out. "Son of a bitch" Dean muttered to himself after Sheridan got out, his funny act dropping.

Sheridan then opens the back of the truck, "Hey, I'm cool in the van. You go do what you gotta do-" Dean quips again but Sheridan cuts him off by grabbing him roughly and pulling him out of the truck, tossing him into the ground like trash. "You're a cocky son of a bitch" Sheridan smirked as Dean glared at him from the ground.

"You think those people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling?" Sheridan snorts. "Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die, trying to escape." Sheridan smirks before unclipping his gun from his holster. "Wait, wait!" Dean shouts pleadingly, putting his hands up in surrender as Sheridan's smirk rises.

"Let's talk about this. You don't wanna do something you're gonna regret" Dean tries to reason. Sheridan turns off the safety, "Or maybe you do" Dean mumbles shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. Sheridan pressed the trigger. The bullet went through through the middle of Deans forehead and out the back of his head from the short distance of the shot.

Dean Winchester dropped dead to the floor of the dark woods, a proud smirk on the detectives face who just murdered a man in cold blood. He dusted his hands before making a lap around Deans corpse before making his way back to the van, whistling as he strolled casually. He restarted the ignition, getting ready to call in to make his fake claim and a sick thought crossed his mind.

He put the van in reverse before he rode the van over Dean's corpse, the sick sound Winchester's bones crushing and blood from his body soaking into the ground as he rolled over him slowly, just for good measure.

Y/N gasped loudly, tears pricking at her eyes when she finally came to. She opens her eyes to see Ballard kneeling infront of her and Sam cradling her. "No! NOOOOO!!" Y/N bellows, her scream sent waves through the room, the building shook from top to bottom as if it were an earthquake. "What happened? What did you see?" Sam asks her concerned. Ballard was shaken from what she just witnessed. If not, more shaken from this than the death omen.

Y/N shot up from the ground, "That bastard is gonna kill, Dean. We need to go. Now!" She instructs them, hysterical with tears, her heart pained inside out from what she just saw. Sam's heart dropped, following her order.

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Meanwhile, Dean was being held in the back of a prisoner transport vehicle, driven by the now-revealed-to-be-crooked cop, Detective Peter Sheridan. "So I'm being extradited to St. Louis, huh?" Dean quips from the back through the little gritted window, Sheridan doesn't answer, "And you just decided to transfer me yourself, 800 miles at 2 in the morning?" He adds suspiciously.

Sheridan doesn't answer once more, the air in the vehicle was tense. "This can't be good" Dean mumbles.

Sam, Y/N and Ballard were in the squad car, both Sam and Y/N in the back as Ballard made a phone call. "Alright, thanks" She said into the phone before hanging up. "What is it?" Sam asks nervously. "Pete just left the precinct. With Dean" She tells them. "What?!" They both exclaim. "He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio" Ballard adds.

"Oh god. Oh god" Y/N's breathing quickens, her heart racing as the vision played over and over in her head. She placed her hand over her mouth, bouncing her knee as her nerves rose by the second. "Radio? He took a county vehicle?" Sam asks, trying to remain calm. "Yeah" Ballard nods. "Well then it should have a LoJack. You just gotta get it turned on" Sam tells her, a bit of hope rising in their chests.

Back to Dean and Sheridan, the detective took a detour into a empty stretch, parking the vehicle. "Pee break? So soon? You know, you might wanna get your prostate checked" Dean quips up, Sheridan rolls his eyes before turning the vehicle off and getting out. "Son of a bitch" Dean muttered to himself after Sheridan got out, his funny act dropping.

"Let's talk about this. You don't wanna do something you're gonna regret" Dean tries to reason. Sheridan turns off the safety, "Or maybe you do" Dean mumbles shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. "Pete!" Ballard shouted from the distance, aiming her hun at her partner. They made it just in the nick of time, Dean breathed out in relief when he saw his family.

Y/N did too when she saw Dean was still alive, "Diana?!" Sheridan yelled when he saw his partner, aiming his gun at the two younger hunters instead. "How'd you find me?" He asks, re-aiming his gun at Dean who looks nervously between the two cops. "I know about Claire" Ballard glares at him. "I don't know what you're talking about" Sheridan denied. "Why are you doing this?" Ballard asks calmly.

"I didn't do anything, Diana" Sheridan lies. "It's a little late for that, Peter" Ballard huffs, "It wasn't my fault. Claire was gonna turn me in. I had no choice" Sheridan lamely defended, earning an eyeroll from Y/N as Sam gulped fearfully. "And Tony? Karen?" Ballard presses. "Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money. Then he got skittish and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything" Sheridan confesses.

"It was a mess. I had to clean it up. I just panicked." He stresses. "How many more people are gonna die over this?" Ballard asks, "There's a way out. This Dean kids a fucking gift. We can pin the whole thing on him. Okay? No trial, nothing, just one more dead scumbag" Sheridan says enticingly. Y/N's blood boiled when he called Dream a scumbag. "Hey!" Dean gasped offended, Sheridan cocks his gun as him again.

Putting his hands up in surrender, "Put the gun down you murderous son of a bitch!" Y/N finally snapped, enraged. "Nah, I don't think so. I'm sure you're fast, sexy. But I'm pretty sure I'm faster" Sheridan smirked. Y/N's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowed at him. "You wanna bet asshole!?" She growled, taking a step forward. Her eyes glasses over white once again, then with a tilt of her head.

She sent him barreling into the van, flying through the air. Sheridan landed back first into the side of the van, grunting as Sam rushed over to unchain his brother along with Y/N. "Please, Diana. I still love you" Sheridan pleaded with Ballard. She inches towards him, "Yeah, why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass!" Ballard yells. But Sheridan tackles her to the floor, rushing to pick up his gun.

Y/N attempted to summon it to her hands but Sheridan picked it up, gripping it tightly. "I don't know what you are you freak! But this ends here!" Sheridan yells. Moving over to shoot Ballard, his gun always already aimed at her but all of their eyes widen when they saw Claire's spirit behind Sheridan. Claire moaned, growling at Sheridan almost animalistic.

He couldn't believe his eyes. First Y/N l sent him off his ass without allaying a finger on him and now he was seeing the spirit of his ex lover who he murdered in cold blood. A shot went ringing out through the woods, a hole peering in Sheridan chest. It was revealed that Ballard was the one who shot him from behind.

The sun had come up and Ballard was kneeled besides the corpse of her former lover, "You doing alright, hun?" Y/N asks her as she made her way over to them. "Not really" Ballard responded honestly. "The death omen, Claire. What happens to her now?" Ballard asks. "It should be over. She should be at rest" Sam informs her. "So, uh, what now officer?" Dean asks her, pumping his eyebrows.

"Pete did confess to me, he screwed up all of your cases royally. I'd say there's a good chance that we can get your cases dismissed" She tells them. "You could take care of that for us?" Sam sighs in relief. "I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story" Ballard shakes her head. "I-I can't help you" She sighs as the three panicked, worried.

"Unless....I just happened to turn my back and you walked away. I could tell them the suspects escaped" Ballard smirks. Dean and Y/N chuckled, "Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks hesitantly. "Yes, she's sure Sam" Dean chimes in. "No, it's just you could lose your job over something like that" Sam says warily as Dean and Y/N shakes their heads.

"The nice lady is giving us an out, Sam. When someone does that, you take it" Y/N nudges him. Ballard chuckles, "Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night" Ballard assures them. "Listen, you need to watch your backs. They're gonna be looking for the three of you now. Get out of here, I gotta radio this in" She ushers them out.

She goes to turn away but Dean stops her, "Uh, hey. Wouldn't happen to know where my car is by chance?" She tells him. Dean nods, a mischievous look on his face but Ballard points a firm finger at him, "Don't even think about it" She narrows her eyes at him, his face dropping. "It's okay, it's alright. Don't worry, we'll, uh, we'll just improvise, we're pretty good at that" Sam chuckles, assuring her as Y/N snorts from the way Dean cutely pouted.

"Yeah, I've noticed" Ballard sasses ironically, flashing y/n a wink. They all share one last smile before the three hunters turn to walk off. "Nice lady" Sam remarks. "Yeah, for a cop. Does she look familiar to you?" Dean asks them. Y/N shrugged while Sam shook his head, "No, why?" Sam questioned. "I don't know. Anyway, you two hungry?" Dean asks. "No" Sam responded.

"I am. I don't know man, for some reason I could really go for some pea soup right now" Y/N chimed in, earning a chuckle from Dean. "Someone's watching too much late night motel horror marathons" He chuckles, nudging her slightly. She smiled back, a glint of sadness in her eyes.

"You alright, sweetheart? What's wrong?" Dean asks her gently and concerned, noticing the look in her eyes. "Nothing" She smiles tightly, shaking her head, her heart aching as she thought about the vision from earlier she had of Dean being brutally murdered. "I'm just glad you're okay" She wraps her arm around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder as they walked.

Dean felt his mouth pull into a lop-sided grin after hearing her words, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they walked together. He'd be lying if he'd said he didn't enjoy having her cling to him. He knew something was up. He could tell in the tone of her voice, the look in her eyes, how she avoided meeting his gaze...

Sam watches the two with a knowing look on his face from a few steps back. A soft smile on the younger Winchesters face, he knew that vision probably fucked with y/n beyond explanation, having had a vision of Dean dying himself which he shared with her last year when they met Max Miller. Y/N didn't even want to describe what happened in it, but he saw how much it terrified her.

Dean decided not to press, not wanting to push her talk about anything she wasn't comfortable with just yet. She'd tell him eventually, whenever she was ready. He was just grateful that y/n was leaning against him as they walked. His heart pace quickening along with hers. For a moment, walking back to the impound lot seemed less of a chore as Dean soaked in the feeling of having her against him like this.

He turned to look down at her, unable to stop himself from getting lost in her features. He studied the way the sunlight hit her face, her lashes casting a shadow on her cheeks, how her lips parted softly as she drew in a breath. As his gaze fell to her lips, he felt the urge to lean in, to capture her lips in his and lose himself in the feeling of her. He drew in a breath, tearing his attention away from her lips before he could do something he'd regret.

Plus, his brother was right behind them.

Y/N's heart seemed to skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she lifted her head to find herself under the scrutiny of his gaze. He was looking at her with such intensity, like she was the only thing on his mind in the moment. Her cheeks flushed warmly under his stare.

God, get it together. She groaned internally.

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes, taking in the sight of the two as he walked behind them. He noticed the tender moment, watching from behind as his brother's eyes remained fixated on her. There was no doubt, the two clearly had feelings for one another. But neither had the courage to admit the truth.

The two of them were so painfully oblivious to their feelings. He just wanted to smack the pair of them in the back of their heads, tell them to knock some sense into themselves and just tell each other how they felt!

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Authors Note: Hiii!! So.......I did a thing....👀. I made a TikTok (which is something I promised myself I wouldn't do but I was like screw it. YOLO) As the series goes along, I'm gonna be posting memes as a way to calm down when the trio is pissing me off😂😂😂

It's funny because I started writing this as an escape from reality (which I love, don't get me wrong. It brings me SO much joy) and now I'm posting memes of them to escape their FUCKING OBLIVIOUS IDICOY🤦🏽‍♀️

If you're into it, go follow me @diana.winchester03 (@dianawinchester03 was TAKEN and I wanted to fight a bitch but such as life sigh)

It was also really weird writing about a character with the same name as me😂😂😂the amount times I accidentally typed ‘Diana’ instead of Y/N was embarrassing😭😭😭So I just called her Ballard through the story.

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Otherwise, I hope you sweeties enjoyed❤️This chapter is unedited but I will be editing it soon.

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say yes to life — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 2.2k summary – a trip down memory lane. warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language) prompt – 'you look good like this' from @percervall 💖 a/n – the third instalment of the #monzamashspecial and exists in the red desert universe (throwback to where this little blog began) x title inspired by the gang of youths song. masterlist

You wanted so badly to go back to the place you fell in love with him. Missing the way the campfire smoke blowing in the wind made your eyes water and the screams of elation coming from the water out in the distance. Daniel loved so freely; pottering around the campsite making sure everyone was happy, content, having the time of their lives. Especially you.

The two of you had only been seeing each other for a few months, a whirlwind romance turning all the traditional rules of dating on their head. He wanted to see you in his world, away from the lavish hotels and the fast-paced lifestyle that you both hated so much. Away from civilisation as you knew it, with him, alone in the wilderness with a case of Dry, singing around bonfires and sharing kisses hidden under the stars.

No manmade structures as far as the eye could see – just the handsome man who had picked you up and swept you off your feet to the other side of the world. Returning home.

“It’s so serene out here… Peaceful.”

Your unspoken wish was to stay out here forever with him, tasting the sea salt on his lips and feeling the sand beneath your sunburnt feet. Even though it was quintessentially Daniel, right down to the number 3 painted on the side of his buggy, it also felt like you. Like you belonged in his world, the missing part to life's puzzle.

Somehow, he had found you amongst the chaos, in the hoards of people taking everything from him. Every ounce of energy he had to give. But you never took anything. And he knew in that moment that this place would never feel the same without you in it.

You were his home.

“I knew you would love it.”

He whispered it into your windswept hair as you walked along the coast, hand in hand, watching his nieces and nephew splashing in the shallow water; zinc covering every inch of their little faces.

Daniel had promised you a night alone together before you left Perth for your road trip to Coral Bay, wording up his brother in law that the two of you would be sneaking off down the coast for some alone time.

I wanna show her everything, man; he'd confessed, feeling the pressure to make every second count, right down to the minute. You were laid-back and much to his surprise, his exact energy match but he wanted you to know him. Like, really know him. He wanted to tell you all of his silly little stories like the time he nearly cut his toe open on that rock over there, or when he swore he saw the ghost of Harold Holt out beyond the rip. He wanted to share it all with you.

And while he was worried about giving you the full Daniel Ricciardo experience, you were just basking in the chance to get to know him like this. God, it felt personal, intentional the way he pointed out little fishing spots that he and his dad would sit all day in the summer holidays, chasing the shade and shooting the shit; almost always catching nothing.

“One time I caught a crayfish but it was undersize so had to throw it back… Absolute heartbreak and I lied to everyone at school when we got back in Jan – said it was this big.”

Daniel held his arms out as wide as they would go, chest out and a smile as bright as the glowing sun above, “They all saw straight through me.”

Those small, insignificant stories he thought he was telling meant the world to you. It was a glimpse into the life of a man you were falling in love with, getting closer and closer to with each passing moment. They were off the cuff tales of his childhood, mentions of Michelle and his mum making lime cordiale icy-poles, homemade no less and each one made you smile wider. Buzzing with the thought that maybe, right now, you were making memories that you would pass down to your kids.

Someday.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Maybe we should have a safe word…”

“The same one we use when we...”

You didn’t need to stop his sentence, knowing that he knew better than to finish it with his 8-year-old nephew sitting on his lap – the smirking face showing his hand. The deadpanned look you were giving him made him laugh as he leaned down and turned on the van, shoving the gear stick into place so you didn’t plummet to your death down the cliffside.

The feeling was evergreen when you casted your mind back to that day, remembering the way Jonty jumped down from Daniel’s lap and all your travel companions waved you off, hollering I miss you already and don’t get lost as the two of you drove off into the red desert, even further from civilisation. You'd all been joined at the hip for over a week now, the idea of going it alone terrified you - until you remembered that all you needed was sitting right beside you.

Ready to show you what real adventure meant.

And boy, was it an adventure, weaving through saltbushes and spotting kangaroos from the passenger seat.

“Reckon you could fight one?” You’d ask Daniel, curious to know where the boundaries of his confidence lie, “Easy.” And part of you believed him – he could do it all, fearless as he drove up and over salt plains, making you squeal as the van hopped up a 90 degree cliff, all you could see was the clear blue sky above.

“You trust me, yeah?” He asked, looking down at your hand white knuckling his thigh, long nails digging into his bare skin. I do, you whispered with conviction because you did. Wholeheartedly, but that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t in your throat the entire time, wheels screeching as the van bumped it’s way over the ledge, revving red dirt and creating a cloud of dust.

“We’re here,” Daniel cheekily announced as the dust settled and you were met with a picturesque view of the ocean – waves crashing into the cliff side, already lulling your racing heart. It was adrenaline, pure and simple. You were dazed and confused until you felt Daniel’s hand on yours, clasping your fingers with his and asking if you were okay.

You were more than okay.

“I am… that was exhilarating.”

You were wide-eyed, stunned at how beautiful it all was; how beautiful he was. You didn’t even think twice, frantically unbuckling your belt and launching yourself over the console into Daniel’s body. He could see in your eyes how charged up you were when he grasped your face in his hands, desperate to have you close after a couple of long hours of driving. You melted into his kiss until your knee accidentally nudged the gear stick, lurching the van forward.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Daniel gasped, a loud laugh following closely behind as you held onto him for dear life. Whoops, he chuckled as he turned the van off and grabbed a handful of the flannel material hanging loosely over your shoulders, matching his. In one smooth motion, he was dragging you over the gear stick again; carefully this time and making sure you were settled in his lap before he captured your lips in a strong kiss, continuing what you started.

“What a view.”

Daniel’s compliments always made you blush, still to this day but back then they washed over you like a wave of reassurance, that he felt the same way – desperately in love. Almost. They were never obnoxious or over the top, just small little words of affirmation sealed with a kiss to some inch of your skin, noses brushing from the nearness. And now every time you felt the tip of his nose tracing down your neck, breath hot on your skin, you remember that day. Like it was yesterday. The way his hands pushed up your shirt, fingertips searing across your hips and holding you up so you could really feel him.

“Thought about this all week,” He whispered as your hand made quick work of his jeans, shimming him out of the thick denim and the boxers hugging his delicious hips. Me too, you barely hummed as you arched your back and tried to rid yourself of your own shorts, accidentally pushing back on the horn and making the two of you erupt in laughter.

Daniel wrapped one arm around your waist and leaned to look under his seat, roughly pulling a lever that sent him backwards and you forward over his shoulder, a quiet squeak slipping from your lips. He could do it all and looked even sexier doing it.

“That’s better, ey?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned back in his seat and slid his warm hands under your shirt, squeezing your sides so that you knew he had you. Always.

“Much,” You simply sighed as your fingers danced down his own buttoned up flannel shirt. One by one, each button revealed more and more of his strong chest, mouth agape at the sight of the man you were falling for, head over heels. He did the same to yours, pushing the soft material from your shoulders and reaching behind your back, unclasping the latch on your cotton bra, the feeling of his fingertips sliding it from your warm skin sending chills down your spine.

“You look good like this.”

That was the first time he muttered those words to you but now it was something he told you every single day. They were the first words he would whisper in your ear in the morning as the dawning sun-rays stretched across your rosy cheeks and they were sometimes the last words he’d groan into your neck as he came undone above you, shortly before you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms. “You look so good.”

“Show me,” You whispered against his parted lips, “Show me how good I look.” It was a simple request, one you hoped to god he would fulfil. It was your first time having sex in the driver’s seat of a car, but not your last as it happened. Daniel was nimble, able to shimmy himself into the perfect position, teasing you with his slick tip, glazed with the promise of you wrapped around him. It turned out that he loved taking you like this; in a van, in his HiLux, on the back of a motorbike but especially in his Porsche. Seats back, windows steamy.

You were two pieces of a puzzle, cut from the same cloth and it made you emotional thinking back to the early days. The way his cologne mixed with your perfume was like an amalgamation of pure love, the scent to this day making your heart flutter. And it always transported you back to that day in the van, so many years ago now. The taste of his tongue colliding with yours as he swallowed you whispered moans, hyper aware of how pin-drop quiet your surroundings were. There was nothing but ocean and desolate land each way – solus.

“No ones here, darlin’ – we can be as loud as we want,” Daniel reassured you, circling you back and forth on his cock, filling you to the absolute limit as you held onto the steering wheel behind you, needing to grip something as he set your body alight.

“Don’t think I can be quiet when you touch me like that.”

A moan slipped from your lips as Daniel licked the pads of his fingers and found your clit. Visions of that day come swirling back every time you touched yourself, conjuring a memory of him pushing you to the edge to help you along on those lonely nights without him. The angle, the intensity, the intention to get you off as quickly as humanely possible, knowing round two would be taking place in the back of the van shortly after – desperation spurred you on.

The darkness in his eyes as he watched you squirm, rutting on his dick without a single care in the world but to make yourself feel good. That vision of you above him inspired his own high to build, the knotting in his stomach undeniable as you lurched forward and licked the soft skin below his ear, curls damp from sweat, skin salty and freckled from your day spent under the sun. It was unforgiving, the way your orgasm began to crescendo, riding it out slow.

Wanting this moment to last. Etched in your memory forever.

“I’m coming, Dan.”

You didn’t really need to say it because he knew. He knew from the way you gripped the roof of the car and controlled the way his hips moved with yours, holding your ground and keeping that toe curling pace he’d been teasing you with. He also knew from the violent blush creeping up your bare chest and the way your eyebrows stitched together in concentration. Identical to his, mouth left agape and in complete awe of how fucking unreal it all felt. Heavenly.

“I’m coming too, baby. Fuck, right there...” Daniel’s breath was jagged, curls unkempt from your fingertips doing their worst. Tangled and dark, a mess pressed between your foreheads as you leaned down and kissed him through your high, aching to have him close as you came undone, hips rolling and squeezing everything you had to give and taking back just as much. He always had a lotta love to give.

“I love you.” You whimpered in the afterglow. And it was the first time you’d ever said that to someone like him, someone you genuinely loved with your entire heart. Someone who, without a second thought, said it back; I love you more.

There were a lot of firsts on that trip to Coral Bay, ones that you cherished until this very day, standing in the spot where it all happened. 10 years of memories all rolled into a camper van and a couple of swags. Reams of sheets messy from reliving it all, indulging like you did as young twenty-something’s, now with real life responsibilities and on the precipice of your whole life changing.

“I can’t wait to bring her here.”

Daniel swept your hair behind your ear as you cuddled into his side, the same sound of the waves lapping against the cliff below like they did back then, lulling you into serenity again. He smiled and cradled your cheek with one hand, and your growing belly with the other. Enamoured beyond comprehension, speechless by how strongly he felt and content with where his future was headed. With you and the family you were starting together.

“I know she’s going to love it. Just like her mum.”

But for now, you could be those kids again. Dumb and falling in love. Sharing kisses under the starry night sky, holding each other close, reliving the good times and most importantly, saying yes to life.

Just like you did back where it all began.

a//n – it's danny ric week so it felt fitting to release this on the eve of the ausgp. thank you to mar and the anon who requested the prompts used in this fic. love ya's x masterlist | askbox

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