#of course Dean shut down and rebuilt any walls that had been torn down

[wrenwinchester]

When Lucifer killed Cas, and Mary sacrificed herself for Sam and Dean, both of them were heartbroken.

Sam reacted how Cas would have wanted him to (he wanted Jack to get a chance to save the world), Dean reacted how Dean always reacts, emotionally and defensively.

[percussiongirl2017]

See Who, C U

Title: See Who, C U Part 2

Pairing: Former Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Jack

Summary: A simple vengeful spirit case takes an unexpected turn when someone from the WInchesters’ past shows up.

Word Count: 1794

Warnings: Swearing, Dean’s kinda a smartass, Case work, Slight Angst

A/N: (Put in the queue 6/1/19) This work has been queued. This is the last fic I’ll put in the queue. Please enjoy and any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated. (Title is based on a cheer at my college.) Tags are below the cut.

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    You stormed across campus to the Learning Commons and headed for one of the vacant study rooms. Your next class wasn’t for another 2 hours, but you needed an excuse to get away from them. You closed the blinds and locked the door before sitting down at the table. You needed to finish this case quickly before the boys got too involved. Working through your notes, you narrowed down what the spirit could be attached to before comparing it to the classrooms on campus. Checking your watch, you saw that you had 30 minutes to get to your last class. You packed up your bag and headed for the door when you saw the handle start to turn. Immediately, you stopped and pulled the gun that was hidden on your boot and ducked behind one of the tables. The door slowly opened.

“Dean, you just can’t pick the lock to every room and hope you find her.” Sam chastised.

“Watch me.” Dean said.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You snapped as you stood up. “I could have shot you.”

“Told you she would have a gun.” Sam smirked.

“What do you want?” You sneered as you put your gun away.

“I wanna talk.” Dean answered. “We have some explaining to do.”

You picked up your bag. “I’d love to stay and chat, not really, but I now have 20 minutes to get to the art complex.”

     You pushed past them and headed down the hallway when someone grabbed your arm. Instinct took over as you tucked yourself in and threw the person over your shoulder.

“What the hell?!” You yelled.

“You still got it.” Dean coughed from the floor.

     You scoffed and stepped over him as you continued out of the building. You crossed the street and walked behind the boy’s dorms towards the soccer field. You walked to most of your classes, so you had found shortcuts to get around faster. After going around the soccer field, you crossed over to the church parking lot and then over to the art complex. You headed for the building in the back as everyone else showed up. The Band room was chilly as you stepped in and placed your stuff in the corner near the guard equipment.

“Don’t worry about instruments.” Your director, Wayne, announced. “We’re just going to talk today.”

     You grabbed your chair and flipped it around before sitting down and crossing your arms over the back. Wayne started discussing the plan for next year as you picked at a loose thread on your chair. The door opened behind you causing everyone to look except you.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” Wayne asked.

“Yes.” You heard Dean answer. “We need Y/N to come with us.”

“We have a few questions for her.” Sam added.

     Wayne nodded to you as you rolled your eyes and grabbed your things. You could feel everyone staring as you walked out. People already thought you were weird and this was going to add fuel to their fire. Once you were out of eyesight of the Band Room you spun around and glared at the boys.

“What the fuck was that?” You snapped. “You can’t just show up and pull me out of class. I’m not a kid.”

“I see your attitude hasn’t changed.” Dean attempted to joke.

“Fuck you.” You sneered. “I’ve got this case just fine so do me a favor and get the Hell out of here.”

“Y/N, just talk to us for a minute.” Sam pleaded. “We haven’t heard from you in almost 7 years.”

“Who’s fault is that?” You asked.

“Just give us five minutes.” He begged.

You thought it over. “Let me finish this case and maybe I’ll talk to you.”

“Fine.” Dean agreed. “You have to let us be your backup though. We won’t intervene unless you need us to.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Meet me in the main building at 9 tonight after classes let out and don’t get in my way.”

     You turned on your heel before they could answer and headed back to the main campus. You found your truck with ease and started the drive back to your small house. You didn’t want to live on campus just in case you had to disappear quickly. You pulled your duffel bag out and started throwing clothes into in. After the case was done you’d have to skip town. Sam and Dean knew you were here and there was nothing stopping them from coming to get you. You had lived here almost 4 years and now you were going to have to start over again. You didn’t have many possessions, but it still pained you to have to pack them up. Thankfully, most of the professors were doing reviews for the upcoming finals and weren’t taking attendance. You could come back and take finals then have your diploma mailed to your P.O box. You set aside everything you needed for the case and put the rest of it by the front door. It wasn’t much. A duffel bag full of clothes, your weapons bag, and a box of small trinkets was all you had to represent the last 4 years of your life.

     Nine o’clock came faster than you thought as you headed for the main building. You caught a glimpse of the Impala behind the building and shook your head. Of course they were already here. You waited as the night classes cleared out and made your way up the steps.

“Took you long enough.” Dean said as you walked in.

“I said wait until classes cleared out, dumbass.” You snipped. “You guys stick out more than I do.”

“Coming from the chick with multicolored hair.” Dean fired back.

“Knock it off.” Sam elbowed Dean.

“Fuck off, Winchester.” You said as you headed for the stairs. “Stay out of my way.”

     You heard them follow behind you as you swept the second floor and went to the third floor.

“How do you know the spirit is here?” Sam asked. “There’s a lot of buildings on this campus.”

“This is the oldest building on campus.” You whispered as you watched the EMF reader. “It was burned down during the Civil War and was rebuilt in the same spot. The mascot’s a phoenix for a reason.”

     They fell silent as the air turned cold. You pocketed the EMF reader and pulled the shotgun out of your bag. You needed to get to one of the science labs to find what you needed. You headed right as the room grew colder. You opened the lab door and were immediately thrown backwards against the wall.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled.

“I’m fine.” You said as you stood.

     The spirit came at you again but you were prepared this time. You fired a salt round and watched it vaporize before running back into the lab.

“What are we looking for?” Dean asked as he and Sam came in.

“Chalk.” You said.

“Wait, what?” He turned. “This thing’s connected to chalk?”

“Like I said earlier,” You started. “this place was burned down during the Civil War. Professors used chalkboards and this is the only room that still has a small chalkboard.”

     Beakers and other items started flying off tables and breaking as you torn cabinets apart looking for the pack of chalk. You heard Sam and Dean cursing as they fought off the spirit behind you. You moved the chalkboard over and saw the pack peeking out under a stack of papers. You grabbed it and threw it in the sink as you doused it in lighter fluid. You were lighting the match when one of the beakers hit the back of your head. It shattered and you felt something warm trickle down your neck. You swore as the match finally lit.

“Class dismissed.” You said as the sink went up in flames.

     You watched as the spirit burned and eventually disappeared. You put out the fire in the sink and made sure it was cleaned up. The back of your head stung as you attempted to clean up the broken glass.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“They have a class in here tomorrow.” You said. “I’d rather avoid having the police show up again.”

“Cas and Jack can clean up.” Sam said. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine, Sam.” You stated. “I’ll deal with it when I get back to my place.”

     You walked out of the room and let them clean up the mess. You made sure the halls were empty before going downstairs. You were almost to the exit when a hand stopped you.

“I thought we were going to talk.” Dean said.

“I said maybe, Dean.” You reminded him. “I appreciate the help, but I don’t wanna talk.”

“Why, Y/N?” He asked. “Just answer that. Why won’t you talk to us?”

“Because I’ll do something stupid like forgive you.” You tried to laugh.

“Y/N, I…” He started.

“Don’t.” You cut him off. “I’m sure you’ve been fine since I left. You have Sam, Cas, and Jack. You’ll be fine without me.”

     You pushed the door opened and ran before Dean could say anything else. You tossed your bag in the passenger seat and headed back to your house. You dragged your bag inside and left it by the front door as you went to the bathroom. You stripped your shirt off and used it to clean up most of the blood on your neck. You positioned another mirror so you could see the back of your head. There were still a few pieces of glass caught in your hair as you cleaned out the cut. It wouldn’t need stitches, but it was going to be sore for a while. You took a quick shower and retreated to your room to get dressed. Once you were clean and comfortable you emailed your professors letting them know that you would not be returning to class. You were going to come back for finals, but you had a feeling Sam and Dean were going to try and stick around. Hopefully, your professors would understand. You popped a couple painkillers and crawled under your blanket.

     Your alarm went off and you rolled over to shut it off. You sighed and climbed out of bed so you could start your day. After a quick breakfast you finished packing up the last of your things and putting them in your truck. You did a final walk through and left first and last month’s rent on the counter for your landlord to collect later. You eased out of your driveway and made your way to the interstate with a heavy heart. The last four years of your life slowly disappearing in the rear view mirror.

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