#sammy watches: tango create

[fruitwanderer]

Pathetic meow meow broke his own storage system

[mittensmorgul]

I wrote this post about 4.22 back on June 21, 2019, about two months after 14.20 aired, and before we began getting any real information about s15 other than our own headcanons:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/185754144990/422-lucifer-rising-kinda-says-it-all-right

Go read that. It’s not very long.

*sigh* fine if you don’t wanna take five whole minutes, here’s the tl;dr:

But really, do we believe that anything they did could’ve altered the result of this season? Just as Dean had been confined to Hell until he broke that first seal, I don’t believe that anything could’ve prevented Sam from breaking that final seal. Because this is just another one of those scenarios where if Chuck wanted it to happen, it would’ve happened, no matter what they did to prevent it.

Aah, 14.20, you are a beautiful thing… Chuck likes everyone to think they’re entirely relying on their own will to succeed or fail, but when push comes to shove, he’s perfectly willing to snap his fingers and make the universe what he wants… and heck, isn’t that both terrifying and incredible? Because in the face of that unimaginable power, TFW still stands up and fights. Go team!

I just watched 4.21 and 4.22 again, with an additional 10 episodes of s15 for fuller context, and I’ve come to an even grander conclusion.

To Chuck, the Author™ of this whole story, s4 was his Moment Of Perfection. This was the one and only time his story, in his eyes, worked perfectly. He got everything he wanted, even with the last minute attempt by Dean and Cas to fight against the story they were apparently destined to fulfill, because it’s what Chuck had written. It was a super close thing, though. It nearly failed. If Cas had broken a few minutes sooner, if Sam had responded to Dean banging on the door of the chapel rather than giving in to Lilith’s taunts and Ruby’s goading, Chuck’s apocalypse never would’ve gotten off the ground.

All because Dean (and Cas...) had learned just enough to show them the TRUE choice they hadn’t realized they even had all season long. They could’ve chosen not to play the game. They could’ve chosen to stick together instead of fighting amongst themselves. They could’ve chosen... not to act. But they’d been so busy fighting amongst themselves over which one of them was right and which was wrong, thinking they actually understood the big picture at play here when they’d all been hopelessly led into the weeds for exactly this purpose, that they failed to realize just how badly they’d been manipulated.

In s5, they were still distracted by that manipulation. Chuck just... never let up on them. He zapped them from the Lucifer Rising spot onto an airplane, Dean angry at Sam for all of it-- letting himself buy into the poisoned narrative of s4, drinking demon blood and hiding it from him, lying about his powers and his plots with Ruby, freeing Lucifer and starting the apocalypse... all of it--, Sam feeling guilty like he has to atone for that failure, demons and angels both continuing to mess with them, Cas exiled from heaven for having rebelled... and then they start having to face Revelation come to life and Sam and Dean are nothing more than the destined meatsuits for Lucifer and Michael to wear to do the Big Armageddon Tango, and there’s no time to sit down and consider what’s actually going on, what the reason for all this mess is, and who might actually want it all to happen.

From 5.01 on, though... Chuck’s narrative began falling apart. Mostly in little ways, at first. And he still got the bittersweet “one brother sacrificed to save the world while the other endures while bearing the weight of the sacrifice alone” ending he thinks is actually satisfying in any way (what a fucking dumbass edgelord, amirite?)... until he didn’t because Cas refused to let Sam’s sacrifice stand as-is. So Chuck kept writing, kept interfering, kept pushing for endless retellings of his favored narrative in a vain attempt to finally “get it right,” to either wear down TFW until they capitulated and let his ending stand, or until they stumbled hard enough to tumble headfirst into his ending anyway. 

But there’s one thing Chuck NEVER factored into his favored narrative. The fact that he couldn’t un-ring the bell, couldn’t un-teach the lesson they all learned in s4. Namely, that Destiny™ is a great big pile of shit, and they aren’t completely powerless against it as long as they understand the truth of it. They know now, the full extent of Chuck’s manipulation, and they’re so shaken at the midseason point of 15 that they don’t know what to believe anymore.

Were they ever the heroes? Was everything they’ve achieved up to this point just “luck?” or worse, Chuck’s direct involvement in their lives making them into the heroes? Because down that road, along that sort of train of thought, lies madness. Hopelessness. Because how do you ever stand a chance of winning your way free from a story you have very little control over, and zero real power to resist? It drives them to make desperate choices, or to believe they have no other choice.

And for YEARS, literal actual years, I’ve been saying there’s no worse phrase on this show... we didn’t have a choice.

And in 15.10, they resorted to that old chestnut several times...

I think this manipulation goes back even further in the narrative, too. The terrible ultimatum Dean was given by John’s dying wish in 2,01. John, the consummate Chuck mirror, his last words to Dean have honestly shaped the rest of the narrative that’s come after--

You either have to Save Sammy, or you’ll have to kill him...

Because that’s what Chuck has been trying to force them to do since the start.

One brother kills the other.

That’s his story.

That’s his self-defense argument he’s been attempting to justify over and over again, through every iteration of the universe, both because he needs to feel “Big,” that he needs to feel powerful, but also because he needs to feel that HE did the “right thing,” locking up Amara so that he could create unhindered by her very existence in creation nullifying his perceived place in it.

As above, so below, and by gum he’s gonna keep forcing his narrative until he gets the ending he wants, even if he has to break all of reality to get it for himself. He will NOT be defied in this.

God was really, honestly, never on their side.

Only, Chuck refuses to accept that Sam and Dean (and Cas...) have never, ever, been on his side, either.

Through each new attempt to manipulate his desired ending out of them, TFW have endured. They’ve learned a little bit more. They’ve progressively made it harder and harder for Chuck to get the ending he wants from them, to the point he’s now entirely laser-focused on forcing them to capitulate to his will, directly, using the full force of his creative power to bring it about. And I think that will ultimately prove to be Chuck’s downfall... breaking himself because puny human free will and LOVE will prove a more powerful cosmic force than his own self-obsessive narrative.

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

No Memories

Pairing: Dean x Winchester Sister!Reader, Sam x Winchester Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader

Warnings: Abandonment, drugging, kidnapping, abuse, car crash, hospitalization

Word Count: 4721

A/N: This was written for Kas’ 2.5k Dialogue Prompt Challenge @kas-not-cas My prompt was “You have no idea who I am, do you?”. This takes place about mid season 5, not that it really matters. That is the time frame that fits the ages I’m working with and it was before the bunker. This isn’t the whole story I promise. I meant for this to be a one-shot but it got really long, like this is the longest one-shot I’ve written, and I’m tired from cleaning all day so I thought this was a good place to stop. The second part will probably be really short but it will wrap things up and will be out tomorrow. That being said, I am really proud of this one so tell me what you think feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.Also un-beta-ed and unedited because I’m tired af so all mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance. 

Summary: You are John’s youngest and Sam and Dean’s little sister. You were basically left in their laps by your mother as an infant. One day, when your five years old, you are kidnapped on Dean’s watch. Ten years later you run into Dean in a coincidental accident. What happens when he recognizes you?

Masterlist - No Memories 

^ pretend thats young Dean 

^ I know that’s JJ but lets pretend this is the relationship that Dean and his little sister have.

^When the part comes and you will know it. Imagine this but obviously not as romantic because that would be weird, especially considering the events taking place at that moment.

Dean’s Age: 16

Sam’s Age: 12

Reader’s Age: Like a month old

There was a knock at the door and Sam and Dean just looked at each other. They never had people come to the door. John was in the bathroom and before they could ask what to do another knock rang at the door.

“Dean! Get the door!” John shouted through the bathroom.

Dean stood up and cautiously unlocked and opened the door. In front of him stood a woman. She was about 5’6, had long blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and a slender build. Exactly John’s type was the thought that rang through Dean’s head.

“Uhhh… is John Winchester here?” she asked.

“Dad!!” Dean yelled out for his father. That’s when Dean heard shrill cry and noticed the pink and black baby carrier she was holding and his eye widened. “Dad, you really need to come out here.”

“I’m coming De- Madeline?” John said.

“Here you go John. She’s your kid. I never wanted this. She’s your problem now. I can’t handle it,” Madeline said as she handed John the carrier, with the still screaming baby, and the baby bag on her shoulder.

“What? No. I can’t take her. She’s just a baby. You know the life I live and I already have my boys. It’s bad enough my boys live this life she doesn’t need to be thrusted into it too. AND she’s your daughter, and doesn’t deserve to be called a ‘problem’,” John said.

“Well, either you take her or she sits outside your door because I’m done.”

“How can you be so cruel? She’s an infant. She didn’t ask to be brought into the world. YOU brought her into the world. That was your decision.”

“I didn’t make her myself John. Last I checked it still takes two to tango. And I thought I can do it but I can’t and by the time I figured that out it was too late to turn back so either you take her or she sits outside,” Madeline said with finality as she turned and walked away.

“Wait, at least tell me her name.”

“Y/N.”

John finally looked down at the screaming child and started to panic. He had no clue what he was going to do. When Sammy was an infant he wasn’t a hunter yet. He was able to care for him, until he couldn’t. But now he and Dean are grown and he was a full-blown hunter. He couldn’t drag an infant into this. He needed air. He needed time to think alone.

“Dean,” John said.

“Sir?” Dean replied.

“This is Y/N. Take her. I need to run an errand and I’ll be back when I get back,” John told his son as he handed him the carrier and walked out the door.

Dean looked down at you crying in the carrier and gave you sad eyes. He couldn’t believe your mother could just hand you over like that. He put the carrier down, pushed the handle back, and started unbuckling you. You reached your arms out to him wanting him to pick you up and he gave you a sad smile and did as you wanted.

“Hey, sweetheart, shhhhh…. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you,” Dean cooed while bouncing you in his arms.

After about a minute you stopped crying and settled into Dean’s arms. He couldn’t help but smile. Once you calmed down Dean couldn’t help but notice that you had the same green eyes he did. There was no question in his mind you were a Winchester.

Sam sat and watched the whole ordeal and couldn’t help but be happy to have a little sister. He always wanted a little sibling and now he smiled to himself looking at how adorable you were. “Dean?” Sam said.

“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean said.

“Can I hold her?”

“Yeah, just be really careful,” Dean said as he carefully handed you to Sam. Sam held you gently and smiled when you giggled at him. He just thought you were the most adorable thing in the world. After a while you ended up back in Dean’s arms and he found a bottle in your bag and heated it up and fed you. You just sat in Dean’s arms smiling at him and he knew he was done for. You would be able to get him to do anything. You couldn’t even talk yet and you already had him wrapped around your little finger.

About two hours later John came walking back in the motel room with his arms full of bags. He called for Sam to get the rest out of the Impala as he saw you in Dean’s arms. When John walked in and saw the bond you had already created with Dean he knew keeping you was the right decision. He couldn’t believe how good Dean was with you. He saw his oldest son pacing the room with you wrapped in a pink fluffy blanket asleep in his arms.

Sam came back into the room with the rest of the bags and John started to unpack everything. He had a couple boxes of diapers, wipes, bottles, formula, blankets and spit up rags, clothes, toys, and whatever else John could think of getting for you.

“Well boys, how do you feel about having a little sister? Because it looks like we have a new addition, a new little Winchester,” John said.

“We love Y/N already, Dad,” Sam said as he looked over at his brother with you.

Five Years Later

Dean’s Age:21

Sam’s Age: 17

Reader’s Age: 5

“De?” you said.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Dean said.

“Where’s Sammy?”

“He’s at school remember sweetheart? I told you that this morning.”

“Oh yeah. Is he going to be home soon?”

“In a couple hours, why?”

“I’m bored and wanted Sammy to play with me.”

“I’ll play with you sweetie.”

“But you don’t like to play with Barbie’s.”

Dean chuckled and nodded his head, “Yeah, you got me there sweetheart,” he said as he knelt in front of you lightly grabbing your chin. He would never admit it but to Dean you were more than his little sister, over the years you had become more of a daughter to him. He raised you more than John did so in his head you were his daughter. “Why don’t we go to the park to kill some of that energy you have building up?”

“YEAH! The park is so much fun, De,” you said as you jumped into his arms.

“Okay, but first you need to change into shorts. A dress isn’t appropriate for the park. And you need to put on your sneakers.”

You ran and changed as quick as you could and grabbed your sneakers. You ran to Dean because you still didn’t know how to tie your shoes.

“We really need to get you velcro sneakers,” Dean said with a smile on his lips.

You guys were at the park and every new item you tried you called for your big brother to watch you. He looked over and smiled every time and couldn’t help but think how adorable you were and how happy it made him that you wanted him to see you try everything.

When you were on the third jungle gym from the right Dean caught sight of a pretty little brunette. She was just his type and after looking at her for a minute and almost getting up to approach her, he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time. He was there with you and he needed to give you all his attention.

When he looked back to the jungle gym you weren’t there. He quickly got up screaming your name and searching each jungle gym not finding you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Sweetheart, this isn’t funny. You can’t hide from De. Come on Y/N. Y/N!!!!!!” Dean screamed having no luck and starting to panic. His heart started racing and started approaching people asking if they had seen you.

“Excuse me ma’am but have you seen my daughter she was at the last jungle gym. She has brown hair in braids, wearing a princess shirt, and blue jean shorts, with pink princess sneakers? Please she’s only five,” Dean pleaded with the woman.

“Sorry, sweetie I haven’t seen her but I’ll keep an eye out. I hope you find her,” the woman said.

“Thank you,” Dean said with a shaky voice. He was in full panic mode, putting both hands to his head and looking around. He knew he had to call his father.  He also knew his father was going to blame him, which he already blamed himself so that didn’t matter, but his father would hate him for this. He pulled his phone out and dialed the number with shaky hands still looking around the park.

“Dean, I can’t talk right now. I’m busy,” John said as he answered the phone.

“I know that Dad, but this is an emergency,” Dean paused not sure how to tell his father. “It’s Y/N, she’s …she’s”

“What Dean? Is she hurt? Sick? What’s going on? Is my baby girl ok?”

“She’s missing,” Dean just blurted it out like ripping off a band aid.

“WHAT??!!!?! Son you better be lying. So, help me…”

“Dad, I’m sorry we were at the park and I looked away for a second and when I looked back she was gone. I looked everywhere. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. What can I do?”

“Stop saying sorry and you’ve done enough. I’m on my way back now. You need to go pick up Sam and we will meet back at the motel, go it?”

“Yes, Da- “

“It’s Sir,” John interrupted with fury in his voice. Fury for Dean and fury for whoever took his baby girl. John didn’t know that Dean had also felt like he lost a child and Johns dismissal of him only added to the guilt already building up as the minutes ticked by.

Meanwhile…….

You were playing on the jungle gym when a lady called your name. You cautiously walked towards her but not to close.

“Sweetie, your father has been hurt and told me to come get you?” the lady said.

You were skeptical of her so you said, “Okay, but first I need to get De. He’ll want to see Daddy too.” When you went to turn around the lady grabbed your arm and injected you in the neck with a needle filled with a clear liquid. You were confused when all the sudden your eyes starting closing and you fell unconscious in her arms hearing Dean scream your name calling for his ‘sweetheart’. All you wanted to do was call out to him but with the drugs now in your system all you could do was let the darkness take over.

When you woke up you were in a strange bed room. You didn’t recognize anything and you were scared. Usually when you woke up in a strange place you had De with you or sometimes Sam or on very rare occasions you had Daddy. But right now, you were alone so you started crying like any scared five-year-old would do.

That’s when a strange man came into the room.

“Hey kid stop whining,” he said.

“No, I want De. Where’s De?” you sobbed as the tears cascaded down your little pale cheeks.

The stranger raised his right hand and struck you against your left cheek. You stopped crying, raising your tiny hand to your cheek, feeling the sting from the stranger’s hand. You were shocked. You had never been hit before. Daddy, De, or Sam never hit you, especially when you were crying. They would comfort you, hug you, and tell you everything was going to be okay. This man didn’t care. Since he scared you he complied.

You made sure you only cried when you were alone and they were quiet cries. Every night you would cry yourself to sleep and you would cry for the same thing or rather person, De.

There were nights you would get caught and those nights were always filled with nightmares. When they would catch you, the woman would inject you with something that made you instantly sleepy. She would always whisper that this was better than the man hitting you as you blacked out.

As time went on you got older and stopped crying at night. The memories of your family faded with every injection. You no longer remembered why or who you were crying for so you just stopped. The man and woman who took you became all you knew. They became ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. They became everything you feared.

10 years after abduction

Dean’s Age: 31

Sam’s Age: 27

Reader’s Age: 15

Today was your 15th birthday and you made the decision that today was the day. Today was the day you were going to finally escape the hell you had been living in your whole life. You had had your bag packed with your essentials for the last week and you worked out an entire plan of your escape. You didn’t sleep at all the night before because of the nervousness but you knew this was what you had to do.

You made the decision 2 weeks ago, when your Dad came home drunk and angry, you knew it was going to be a bad night, you just didn’t realize how bad. He screamed at you to do the dishes so you complied, learning earlier on never to argue with him. As you did them a plate slipped out of your hand and broke. He was pissed and took that out on you. He grabbed you by your hair and dragged you to the living room and threw you to the floor. He slapped your face and kicked you in the stomach. When you were balled up on the floor he kicked you in the back and spit at you. You hobbled to your room that night and made the decision. This wasn’t the first time this happened and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Once you heard your parents leave and made sure they pulled out of the drive way and was off your street. You grabbed your bag and crawled out your window, knowing if you went out the door the neighbors would tell your parents. You walked to the abandoned car lot knowing a couple of them still ran and hotwired one and drove off. You kept driving until you needed to stop for gas the next. Once you were filled up you were back on the road.

It was the middle of the night and you were on day three with no sleep. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going, but you didn’t want to stop. However, your body was running on fumes and was physically exhausted so your eye lids started to droop. You keep them open as long as you could but finally they drooped far enough to close completely and cause you to swerve off the empty highway into a tree. You lost consciousness due to the lack of an airbag and the force of the crush.

You begin to slowly regain consciousness hearing the roaring engine of an old muscle car and what sounds like a man shouting at you trying to get your attention. For some reason the engine sounds familiar to you, you don’t know why.

Dean was driving down the highway to meet up with Sam at some sleazy motel for a case when all the sudden he heard a crash. A half a mile in front of him he saw a car slammed into a tree. He sped up a bit and through the Impala into park. He pulled out his phone to call 911 what happened, but he knew that where they were it would be a bit before anyone would show up.

So, once he hung up jumped out of the Impala and ran over to driver’s window of your car. He saw you were barely conscious, your head was bleeding, and you were just a kid. He reached his hand into your window to turn your head to face him. You could barely register what was going on. Dean grabbed the handle of your door and yanked it open and realized that your leg was stuck under the dash and that he was going to have to pry it out.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said causing a spark in your head. Why did that sound so familiar? “I’m here to help you get out of this car, but your leg is stuck. So, I need to go grab some tools from my car to get you out, okay?”

You just nodded your head not really being able to do anything else.

Dean ran back to the Impala and went into the trunk. He grabbed a crowbar and a hammer, hoping this would work. He slammed the trunk closed and ran back to you.

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m back,” Dean said. There was that nickname again. Why is it so familiar? Neither of your parents ever called you that. “Okay, this is probably going to hurt a lot and I’m sorry about that. There’s nothing I can do about the pain, but I just need you to brace yourself.” You nodded. “Ok, sweetie here I go,” Dean said as he stuck the crowbar under the dash and used the hammer to shove it in further. When he began to pry it up you let out a blood curdling scream that made Dean wince. He hated that in order to help you, he had to cause you pain. At this point your car started smoking and Dean knew what that meant but he didn’t want to frighten you so he kept it to himself.

“Ok, sweetheart your leg is free. I’m going to lift you out of the car now okay?” You answered with a nod. With that Dean slid one arm under your legs, causing you to moan in pain, and one arm around your back. You put one of your arms around his neck as he carried you bridal style from your car to his and laid you down on the seat. As he carried you, you looked into his eyes. The green orbs seemed so familiar to you. They looked just like yours. Now your front hood was slightly on fire signaling it was closer to blowing but you still hadn’t noticed.  

“My bag. I need my bag. It has everything I own in it. It’s in the back seat,” you said slightly panicked.

Dean looked back at the car nervous but knew by the look on your face you needed that bag. “Ok sweetheart, you stay here. I’ll get it.” You nodded your head and Dean ran to your car and quickly grabbed the bag and what looked like your sweatshirt and ran back to the Impala.

Once he got back to the Impala your car exploded frightening you enough to grab onto him and squeeze. He squeezed you back and looked down at your face now that he had some light to actually see your features. What he saw he couldn’t believe. It was you. His baby sister that he could never forgive himself for losing. Just as he was about to say something you feel unconscious in his arms again.

A second later the first responders showed up. The firefighters went straight to work killing the flames from the car and the paramedics came running over to you and Dean. Dean explained the accident and having to pry you out because you were stuck and that you just passed out a minute ago, to the paramedics. They nodded and went to reach for you but Dean grabbed you to place you on the stretcher. They began working on you and pushing you towards the ambulance.

Dean jumped into the driver’s seat of the impala and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Once at the hospital the doctors took you back to get a CT scan of your head and an x-ray of your leg to check for further damage than what they were seeing. The police stopped Dean to ask him some questions about the accident. He told them everything he knew and everything he told the paramedics.

Finally, when the police were done questioning Dean, you were done with all your tests and he could go sit with you.

“Hey doc, I was the one that found her. Is she going to be ok?” Dean asked.

“Well, she has a concussion and a broken leg, but other than that there are no other fresh injuries,” the doctor said.

“What do you mean by ‘fresh injuries’.”

“Do you know her family or anything about her home life?”

“No.”

“Well, I’m not permitted to release any other information, but I have some concerns.”

Dean nodded his head at the doctor and went to sit next to your side. He couldn’t believe it was you. He thought that he would never see you again. He thought he lost you forever. But here you were in the flesh and despite the injuries you were beautiful. However, he couldn’t help but wonder back to the doctor’s words. What were his concerns? Why did he want to know about her home life? Deep down he knew why, but he didn’t want to believe it.

Dean pulled out his phone, he knew he had to call Sammy and let him know. The conversation was weird, but Sam said he was on his way and told Dean to watch you like a hawk, which Dean had already planned on doing.

The police approached the room and said they were going to contact her parents. Dean stood up to object, but before he could the doctor spoke up. He was concerned about possible abuse and didn’t want the parents in the room just yet. He wanted to evaluate all her previous injuries first. The police nodded and started to walk off, but Dean saw this as his chance to get Y/N back so he stopped them.

“Excuse me sir, can I talk to you for a second?” Dean asked.

“Sure, you have information?” the officer asked.

“Sort of. Her parents … aren’t really her parents.”

“Come again?”

“That girl in there … she’s my little sister. When she was five years old she was kidnapped from the park we were at and hasn’t been seen since.”

“Sir, that was ten years ago, how can you be sure that this is your sister?”

Dean’s anger started to spike a bit, but he kept it in check for the time being. “Because I practically raised her. Our dad wasn’t around much and her mom just dropped her off in our laps and left. I was with that little girl every day for five years. I would know those green eyes anywhere. They are the same eyes as mine. She was practically my daughter. So, when I say that is my little sister, that is my little sister. Go check, my father filed a police report ten years ago, when it happened. Try the last name Winchester.”

“Okay, we will look into it,” and with that the officer walked off.

About a half hour later you began to stir awake. Dean hastily sat up and squeezed your hand. You opened your eyes and were met with your green-eyed savior.

“Y/N, hey it’s okay. You’re in the hospital. You are safe now. Do you remember what happened?” Dean said softly.

“I remember you carrying me to your car and that’s it,” you said trying to remember if you told him your name or not.

“Well, I laid you down in my car and then you started to freak out about your bag. I ran to get it and once I got back your car blew up. I guess the blast scared you because you blacked out in my arms. Then the paramedics came and brought you here.”

“Wow, ok. Wait, how do you know my name? I didn’t tell you it.”

“Really?”

You nodded your head.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

You shook your head no and said, “Should I?”

Dean sighed and said, “I guess you wouldn’t remember. I’m Dean Winchester.”

That name sounds just as familiar as his eyes look. “This introduction is useless now, but I’m Y/N Smith.”

He chuckles a bit but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. His green orbs seem to show sadness and guilt, but you couldn’t understand why. He saved you. You were alive.

“Well, the police are going to call your parents soon imagine, now that you are awake,” he said.

The minute those words hit you your eyes widened in panic and fear and you began to shake your head. “No no no no no. You can’t. Please don’t call them. I just got away from them. I can’t go back. I can’t handle it anymore,” you said as you gripped on to Dean’s shirt and the tears plummeting down your cheeks.

“Okay, Okay. Shhhh…. It’s okay. I won’t let them call. I’ve got you. It’s all gonna be okay. Hey,” he said as he craned your neck to look in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

For some reason you did, so you nodded your head and squeezed him harder, which he reciprocated. “They…. They aren’t nice people. They never have been. They hit me. Hard. They have been beating me for as long as I can remember. Two weeks ago, after a particularly bad night, I made the decision to run away on my fifteenth birthday which was three days ago. If they find me, I’m scared to think of what they would do,” you said as you wiped the tears and looked at Dean. He looked angry. Why would he be angry? But then he looked sad and guilty again as he looked into your eyes. What was this man blaming himself for that he looked so …... broken all the time?

His phone rang and he picked it up and said the name ‘Sam’ which again sounded familiar to you. “I need to run out for a bit,” he said. He noticed the panicked look in your eyes as he spoke. He assumed you didn’t want to be alone. “I’ll be right back. I promise. I just have to go talk to someone real quick, okay?” he said and you nodded.

Dean ran down to the lobby of the hospital to meet up with Sam.

“Hey man can I go see her?” Sam asked.

“That’s what I came down to tell you. She doesn’t remember us. She doesn’t remember the life she had before she was taken. I don’t know if it was because she was so young or if it was something those people did, but for right now I’m just playing the stranger who saved her from a car wreck,” Dean said.

“Okay. Is she at least ok?”

“Physically, she has a concussion and a broken leg. Psychologically, she’s a freaking mine field waiting to blow. The people who took her abused her. They beat her. That’s why she was on the rode that late. She was running away.”

Sam’s jaw tightened and his fists clenched, having almost the same reaction Dean did at the news. He let out a breath and said, “Okay, I’ll just sit out here then. Just keep me updated and if she does remember give her my love.”

“Okay man I will. But I have to get back. I promised her I’d be quick. She’s scared shitless that her parents are going to show up.”

The brothers hugged and Dean ran back to your room.

The minute you saw Dean re-enter your room, you let out a breath of relief. You didn’t know why, but you felt incredibly safe with this man. The minute he sat back down you wrapped your arms around him again and squeezed him tight.

“Thank you, De, you muttered into his chest.

Dean’s eyes got wide in disbelief. Did you just call him by the nickname you did when you were 5?

“What…. Why did you call me De?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It just came out that way,” you replied.

Before Dean could question you further, the officer from earlier stepped into the room.

“Mr. Winchester, can I speak to you outside.”

Part 2: A Memory 

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