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Always The Babysitter - Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

Author:@harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,008 Warnings: lil' bit of angst, lil' bit of fluff, not proofread Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! Another rewrite series is upon us!! I'm so excited for y'all to read this one, and I hope y'all are just as excited!! If you are, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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November 6, 1983. A normal fall night in Hawkins, Indiana. A Sunday night spent in the basement at my little brother’s best friend’s house. My brother is Dustin Henderson. His best friend is Mike Wheeler. They’re both here with their other best friends, Will Byers and Lucas Sinclair. 

I’m Olivia Henderson, and I do not want to be here. You see, Mike has an older sister named Nancy. She and I used to be the best of friends… before she started dating my other best friend, but we’ll get to that later.

“Something is coming,” Mike said. “Something hungry for blood. A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. It is almost here.”

I watched as all four boys playing a board game called Dungeons and Dragons, or D&D for short. They were all so immersed, I seriously think they all thought I left.

“What is it?” Will asked, almost excitedly.

I smiled at him, so happy to see him excited and happy about something, even if it was just a board game. He’d been through so much with his parents splitting and fighting all the time.

“What if it’s the Demogorgon?” Dustin asked.

I stood up from where I sat on the couch, moving towards the group.

“Oh, Jesus. We’re so screwed if it’s the Demogorgon.”

“It’s not the Demogorgon,” Lucas said, completely sure of his answer.

“It’s definitely the Demogorgon,” I whispered, face scrunched.

“Shut up, Liv,” Dustin said.

Slamming a gaming piece on the board, Mike said, “An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!”

Lucas pointed at the board like he was right as my brother said, “Troglodytes?” with a smile on his face.

“Told ya,” Lucas chuckled.

Mike went serious as the rest of the group chuckled a little. “Wait a minute.”

I walked slowly around the table, as Mike thought for a moment. “Something is coming. Something hungry for blood.”

“Did you hear that?” Mike said, looking to his left. “That… that sound? Boom… boom… BOOM!” He slammed his hands on the table, the other three young boys jumping a little in their chairs.

“That didn’t come from the troglodytes,” I whispered, now standing behind Dustin. “That… that came from something else.”

Slamming another gaming piece on the board, Mike yelled, “The Demogorgon!”

The boys groaned as I chuckled.

“We’re in deep shit,” Dustin said, to which I smacked his hat off his head.

“Will, your action!” Mike said.

“I don’t know,” the young Byers boy exclaimed.

“Fireball him!” Lucas exclaimed.

“I’d have to roll a 13 or higher!”

Looking at Will, Dustin said, “It’s too risky. Cast a Protection spell.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” Lucas said. “Fireball him!”

“Cast Protection.”

Slamming his hands on the table yet again, Mike exclaimed, “The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you. Boom!”

“Fireball him!” Lucas said.

“Another stomp! Boom!”

“Cast Protection!” Dustin said.

Looking up at me, Will asked, “Liv, what should I do?”

Shrugging, I answered, “I say cast Protection, but Fireballing sounds fun.”

“He roars in anger!” Mike yelled.

Everyone at the table started talking over each other before Will decided to roll the dice and yell out, “Fireball!” as the dice flew across the table and onto the floor.

The four of them quickly got up and started looking for the dice, wanting to see what numbers Will rolled. Dustin paced while saying, “Oh, my god,” over and over again.

“Mike!” Mrs. Wheeler yelled.

“Mom, we’re in the middle of a campaign!” the middle Wheeler said.

“You mean the end? Fifteen after.”

I looked at my watch with wide eyes, mouth agape after a second. “Shit. Dustin, we gotta go.”

“Why do we have to go?” Will asked.

“Because it’s a school night, Will,” I said, putting my jacket on. I looked at Dustin, watching as he put on his jacket as Will said, “Does a seven count?”

“Did Mike see it?” Lucas asked. “Then it doesn’t count.”

Not totally understanding the meaning behind that, I said, “Come on, boys. I can bring you back over next weekend for another 2 hour game.”

“It was 10,” Dustin said, picking up a box of pizza.

“You been playing for ten hours?”

Ignoring my question, my brother said, “Anyone want this?”

“No,” Will and Lucas said.

“Liv?”

I looked at the ceiling, thinking for a minute. “See if Nance wants it.”

“I thought you were mad at her,” Lucas said.

“Mad? No. Upset? Yes.”

“What’s the–”

“Don’t get involved,” Dustin said. “It’s complicated. Come on, Liv.”

Dustin and I walked up the stairs, and I immediately wished I hadn’t because what I heard made me want to rip my own ears off.

“Yeah, he’s cute,” Nancy said. “Barb, no. I don’t think so.”

Dustin waved at her, trying to get her attention. “Hey, Nancy. There’s a slice left if you want it. Sausage and pepperoni!”

I watched as Nancy rolled her eyes and told Barb to hold on before putting the phone down and walking over to her bedroom door… closing it in our faces.

“Do not let her bother you,” I said, the two of us walking down the stairs and to the garage door. “She’s just being a bitch.”

“There’s something wrong with your sister,” Dustin said as I closed the door behind us.

“What are you talking about?” Mike asked.

Will, Lucas, Dustin and myself all got on our bikes as Dustin said, “She’s got a stick up her butt.”

“Yeah. It’s because she’s been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington,” Lucas said.

“Watch it, Sinclair,” I said.

“Yeah, don’t talk about Steve like that around Olivia,” Dustin defended. “Douche Bag was her best friend before Nance came along and she started becoming a real jerk.”

“She’s always been a real jerk,” Mike and I answered.

“She used to be cool. Like that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder Tree campaign.”

“That was me,” I said, riding off with two of the younger boys. I stopped pedaling when I heard Will say, “It was a seven. The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me. See ya tomorrow.”

As soon as Will met me at the end of the driveway, I pedaled behind him after waving bye to Mike. When we made it to Lucas' house, he turned to us and said, “Goodnight, ladies and Liv!”

“Kiss your mom ‘night for me,” Dustin teased. He looked at Will and said, “Race back to our place? Winner gets a comic.”

“Any comic?” Will asked.

“Yeah.”

My chuckle turned into a laugh as Will started pedaling faster towards mine and Dustin’s house. Unintentionally, Dustin yelled, “I’m gonna kill you!”

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will yelled, passing by our mailbox.

Dustin stopped, putting his feet flat on the ground. “Son of a bitch.”

I stopped beside Dustin, laughing, as I heard our mom yell out, “Livvie! Phone call!”

“I really wish she would stop calling me Livvie.”

Dustin chuckled as we made our way up the driveway, parking our bikes before heading inside, where I took my phone call in my bedroom.

“Yeah, hello?”

“Did you do the homework for Click’s class?”

“Hello to you, too.”

“Did you?”

I sighed, and hung my head. “Yes. But I’m not doing it for you?” I heard yelling on the other end of line. “Go before you get even more trouble for something you probably didn’t do.”

~~~

Since our mom works part time, she lets me take her car to school… but not on this Monday morning. I didn’t mind riding my bike, though. It was good exercise. When the boys and I made it to the high school, I stopped my bike and put it on the bike rack before bidding Lucas, Dustin and Mike a good day at school.

Right as I started walking up the school doors, I watched as Nancy Wheeler did the same. We smiled at each other a little, almost walking together like we used to. She went to say something before her friend Barbra Holland walked up.

“So, did he call?” Barb asked.

“Did who call?” I asked, acting oblivious. I knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Keep your voice down,” Nancy said, almost whining in her tone.

“Did he?” Barb inquired.

“Okay, someone has to fill me in,” I said.

“Barb, I told you, it’s not like that,” Nancy said. “Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just…” Nancy stopped at her locker, as did I. Our lockers were next to each other. “Made out a couple times.”

Barb mimicked her as I poked my head from behind Nancy, and said, “Will one of you please quit ignoring me and tell me who the hell she’s talking about?”

“Nance, seriously, you’re gonna be so cool now, it’s ridiculous,” Barb said.

“No, I’m not,” Nancy said.

“Hey, Olivia,” a random girl said.

“Hey, queen Liv,” another girl said.

I sighed, and closed my eyes. “Really wish they wouldn’t call me that.”

“Why?” Barb asked. “Because you got the nickname by association with Steve and now you two aren’t friends anymore?”

I held a finger out to her. “We never said we weren’t friends anymore. We just… drifted apart, is all. Happens all the time.” I looked at the back of Nancy’s head, gesturing to the younger girl. “Back to the task at hand.”

“You better still hang out with us, that’s all I’m saying,” Barb said.

“Us?”

“Yes. Us. I’m declaring you two friends again. But, Nance, if you become friends with Tommy H. and Carol–”

“Gross,” I mumbled. 

“It was a one-time– two-time thing,” Nancy said, opening her locker.

I chuckled as Nancy put stuff in her locker before she grabbed a piece of paper in handwriting that I knew all too well.

Barb and I looked at each other before we said in unison, “You were saying?”

Nancy put the note back in her locker before closing it. She turned to face me, asking with her eyes if I’d meet her at the bathroom, to which I nodded my head and silently told her yes.

The only thing I heard before she walked out of the bathroom was the words to study in a stern, but almost playful voice by Nancy. When Steve opened the door a couple minutes after Nancy walked out, he and I locked eyes. 

“I really hope you’re being careful with her,” I said. “She doesn’t need to have the reputation like all of your other cohorts. She isn’t like that.”

“Liv, I’m not–”

“You better not be. Don’t forget, I know where you sleep.”

He smiled a little, knowing I was right. I guess he decided to have some weird lame-ass comeback ‘cause he said, “Clothes get a little darker there, Henderson?”

When he looked over my head, I realized why he said that. Tommy H. and Carol.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather dress in dark clothing than dress like the ultimate geek,” I said. Turning to face Tommy H and Carol, I really didn’t want to waste my breath on them, so I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

“That’s right,” Carol said. “Walk away.”

Turning to walk backwards, I said, “Hey, Carol. Why don’t you stop being a bitch? Maybe then you wouldn’t have to beg for friendships from people that dress like nerds.” I walked straight to class, not thinking about them for the rest of the morning.

~~~

Third period. Not my favorite, but then again it was my favorite because that meant that lunch was next and all I wanted was to sit on the hood of Steve’s car and eat my lunch without him knowing.

When the Principal and Chief Hopper showed up at the door, knocking on it, my nerves went up about 100%. My first thought was Dustin, that something had happened to him. When the Principal called my name and had me follow the Chief to the Middle School, I kept quiet, not wanting to ask too many questions.

When we got to the AV room and I saw that Dustin was perfectly okay, I sighed in relief, hugging him when they entered the hall. The four of us followed Hopper to the Principal’s office, who joked that he never thought he’d see me in his office again.

Once the boys and I were sitting down on the couch, Hopper started asking his questions, and the boys started talking over each other.

“One at a time, alright?” Hopper said. He looked at Mike and asked, “You said he takes what?” “Mirkwood,” Mike answered. 

“Mirkwood?”

“Yeah.”

Turning to Officer Callahan, Hopper asked, “Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?”

“I have not,” Callahan answered. “Sounds made up to me.” “No, it’s from Lord of the Rings,” Lucas said.

“Well, The Hobbit,” Dustin corrected.

“Here we go,” I sighed. 

As Lucas and Dustin started their bickering, Hopper leaned forward saying, “What did I just say? One at a damn time.” Looking at Mike again, he said, “You.”

“Mirkwood, it’s a real road,” Mike said, before looking up at me.

I sighed and said, “It’s just the name that’s made up. It’s where Cornwallis and Kerley meet.”

Leaning back, Hopper said, “Yeah, alright, I think I know that–”

“We can show you, if you want,” Mike said.

“I said that I know it!”

“We can help.”

As the boys agreed, Hopper disagreed. “After school, you are all to go home. Immediately.” He looked at me and continued, “Make sure they don’t go biking around looking for their friend. No investigating, no nonsense. This isn’t some Lord of the Rings book.”

“The Hobbit,” Dustin said.

“Dustin, shut the hell up,” I said.

As the boys bickered, once again, Hopper looked at me and asked, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Inescapably clear.”

He stood up and looked at the boys, asking, “Do I make myself… clear?”

Once they all agreed, we were let go and Hopper walked me back to the high school, where his car was parked.

Before I walked back into the building, I turned and said, “Hey, Hop?”

He looked at me, pointedly, telling me to correct myself.

I sighed. “Chief.”

At his look of almost relaxation, I asked, “Do you think Will’s in danger or do you think something happened to him?”

He sighed, brushing his hand over his face. “I don’t know, kid. If he went home and then vanished, maybe his dad–”

“That piece of shit wouldn’t come back for his son,” I said, almost angry. 

Hop sighed again. “Look, I’m just not sure. I’ll keep you updated. Get back to class.”

~~~

I looked at my phone, confused, as it rang. I picked the receiver, putting the earpiece to my ear. “Hello?”

“Can you come help me study?”

I sighed into the mouthpiece. “Nance. There’s a curfew in place because of Will missing.”

“Please?”

“Nance, I can’t. I can’t break the curfew.”

She sighed on her end. “You used to sneak out all the time.”

“Yeah. With Steve because we were both little shits,” I chuckled. I sighed, thinking it over for a moment. “Okay. I’ll come over–”

“Nevermind,” she said. “Steve’s here.”

“Don’t get caught,” I said, hanging up the phone. Dustin burst through my door a few seconds later, jacket and backpack on. “What are you doing and where are you going?”

“Looking for Will. You’re coming.”

~~~

Neither boy gave me a chance to try and explain why I didn’t want to go out looking for Will, but alas! Here I am. In the cold. Standing the barriers the police put up. Nice.

Getting off my bike, I mumbled, “You three are going to get me into some deep shit with the police.”

“Like you haven’t been in enough trouble with them already,” Lucas mumbled back.

“Watch it, Sinclair.”

“You feel that?” Dustin asked, a few seconds after a low rumble came from the sky.

I felt a raindrop on the top of my head, so I put my jacket’s hood on to protect my hair. 

“I think maybe we should go back.”

“For once, I agree,” I said.

“No,” Mike said. “We’re not going back. Just stay close.” He and Lucas started going under the barrier while Dustin and I looked at each other, deciding that since we were both here and bound to get in trouble, we might as well just follow the other two.

I’m following three 12 year olds? Gross. 

“Just stay on Channel Six. Don’t do anything stupid,” Mike continued.

The four of us started our hike into the woods in the torrential downpour happening, yelling out Will’s name, in the hope that he’d answer back.

“Will!” I yelled. “This isn’t funny! WILL!”

“I’ve got your X-Men 134!” Dustin yelled. “I really think we should turn back.”

“Seriously, Dustin?” Lucas said. “You wanna be a baby, then go home already!”

I walked up to Lucas and grabbed his jacket, pulling him  back. “Would you quit being a damn bully? Look, we’re all scared! Dustin’s just not that great at hiding it. We’re going to stay searching for Will, even though Hopper told us to stay at home.”

“Did you ever think Will went missing ‘cause he ran into something bad?” Dustin asked. “And we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons, or anything?” “Dustin, shut up,” Mike said, more calmly than Lucas.

“I’m just saying, does that seem smart to you?”

Putting his hand back to stop my brother in his tracks, Mike said, “Shut up, shut up.”

That’s when I heard rustling and went to stand in front of the three pre-teens. We all turned to our left, not seeing anything. We, then, turned to our right, seeing what looked like a little boy in a yellow shirt, drenched in the rain. 

Upon further inspection, the little boy turned out to be a little girl, and my big sister instinct kicked in like crazy.

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01x01 (PART 1)

Season One Episode One: Pilot 

A/N: hey guys, I re-edited the pilot and am going to work my way down and because they weren’t originally posted on this account, I’m gonna re-post them here - all tags will stay in tack. 

Summary: Dean and Y/N go find Sam

Word Count: 3.1k

Part 2 Part 3

It’s been a few years since you and Dean let Sam run off and go to college. He wanted out of this life and there wasn’t really much you could have done to stop him, so you and Dean went off on your own. You took up Sam’s position, doing research and finding jobs. Sometimes you followed leads from John, but it really was just the two of you. 

For ten years you had been hunting things with these boys. It wasn’t your first choice of a life, much like it wasn’t Sam’s. But you learned to embrace it because like Dean, you owed your life to John Winchester.

The flames were behind you, englulfing the only home you had ever known, and you were sitting on the side of the road with your knees pulled up to your chest praying to a God you no longer believed in. That’s when an older, scruffy haired man kneeled down in front of you and put his hand on your knee. “I’m John Winchester, a friend of your mom’s. We’re gonna take care of you, okay?” 

You weren’t sure how you knew you could trust him but something in his eyes told you that you could. You had seen photos of him and your mom around the house - it was a vague memory but it was there. 

The boys behind him didn’t look familiar but John introduced them to you as his

sons and the older one immediately took you under his wing and the younger one made you a bowl of cereal when you got back to the hotel that they were staying at and a few months after your fifteen birthday, you were learning about the lore of demons. 

 That’s how you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala that Dean loved so much, on your way to Standford to go get Sam from college. He made a noble choice, leaving the hunting life. One that maybe you could have made if leaving Dean behind didn’t feel like ripping out one of your own ribs. 

However, John was on a hunt and hadn’t come back yet. Being gone a few days at a time without hearing a peep wasn’t unusual, but it had been weeks at this point and Dean was getting worried, so you guys packed up to go collect Sam in hopes he’d help you find him. You had tried to silently protest involving the younger brother, knowing he didn’t want to, but Dean wasn’t one to argue with. 

“What is it with you? You don’t want help?” Dean accused, glancing at you from the road. 

“That’s not it, I just-” 

“You just what, Y/N?” He interrupted you. Your eyebrows raised and you took a breath, ready to fight back. Sometimes Dean just knows exactly where to push your buttons. 

“Sam doesn’t want this, Dean. What part of that don’t you understand? He’s happy, he’s got a girlfriend,” you blurted out, your words stopping in your throat as soon as you said it. That was not something that Sam wanted you to tell Dean, but it was too late now and Dean just stared at you. “Her name is Jess,” you sighed out. 

“Jess? Seriously? He didn’t think to tell me this?” The Impala started driving faster, picking up speed down the road.

“Can you slow down?” You braced yourself out of habit, used to Dean driving reckless as hell but when he got mad, the reckless seemed more dangerous. 

“I’m just pissed, okay?” Dean snapped. You held your hands up in defense and Dean pulled back, taking a deep breath and letting his foot off the peddle. You drove the rest of the way in silence. 

You stood outside of the apartment complex that Sam lived in and tried to investigate a way to get inside. “We could use the fire escape,” you suggested. Dean looked down at you with a grin growing on his face, “what?” You deadpanned, still kind of irritated by your last conversation but Dean was smiling now so maybe it was over. 

“I like the way you think, kiddo.” Dean patted your back and he started scaling the fire escape, you followed him until you reached a window. The hallways were dark and damp and you wondered how Sam even lived in a place like this before you remembered that this was an upgrade compared to the hotels the boys grew up in. 

Dean shushed you as he slowly opened the door to the apartment, and you followed him inside. There was a rustle coming from the other side of the room, a door cracking and then you saw a shadow emerge, most likely Sam. 

Sam caught Dean off guard, trying to get him from behind but Dean was not that easy to take down and the two brothers began fighting, Sam blocking Dean’s punches and Dean trying to tackle him to the ground. Eventually, the bigger of the two pinned the smaller. “Whoa, easy, tiger,” Dean grinned.

“Dean?” Sam exclaimed, looking up at his brother and then seeing you. “Y/N? You scared the crap out of me!” Sam was breathing heavier now as you stood next to the two boys, looking down at them with a smile on your face. 

“That’s 'cause you’re out of practice,” you said smugly, although you didn’t do any of the fighting and had no reason to be except to push Sam’s buttons. Sam grunted and flipped Dean over, now pinning the older brother. 

“Guess not,” Dean sighed. “Get off of me,” he groaned and pushed Sam off of himself and almost into you, but you put your hands out to stop Sam from falling and as soon as he felt your touch he turned around, a smile plastered to his face. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he wrapped his arms around you tight, your heart fluttering at his nickname for you as you hugged him back. 

“Sam?” You let go of him as a figure came out of the shadows, Jess you assumed. Sam had told you a lot about her the past year or so, as you guys were in constant contact unlike Sam and Dean, however, you had never met the girl. She was a lot prettier than you imagined, a blonde bombshell. 

“Hey, Jess,” Sam said, his face almost seemed disappointed that he had to introduce you and Dean to her finally. Part of you wondered if he wanted to keep his family at an arms length for the rest of his life. “This is my brother Dean and my friend, Y/N,” he introduced.

Dean clearly noticed how pretty Jess was, his eyes falling on her face and then her chest. “I love the smurfs,” he smiled, referring to her pajama shirt but also only noticing because of her boobs. “I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother’s league.” Dean flirted, Jessica’s face unamused. 

“Well, let me just put something on,” Jess said, turning to walk away, clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation. 

“No, no. I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dean protested. You snorted from behind Sam and Dean turned around to glare at you. You smiled back and Dean turned his attention back to his brother. “However, I do have to steal your boyfriend here to talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you.” His last words had a flirty tone to them and you smacked Dean in the arm when he finished. 

“What is your problem?” You whispered to him but he just smiled and raised his eyebrows because he knew that you already knew exactly what his problem was. 

“No,” Sam said, his tone was suddenly more serious. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.” Sam moved to stand next to Jess, wrapping his arm around her waist. That was a bold move for the younger Winchester and you sucked in a deep breath.

“Okay, um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days,” Dean said with no hesitation. 

“So, he’s working overtime on a ‘Miller Time’ shift, he’ll stumble back in sooner or later.” 

“John’s on a hunting trip, Sam.” You said, putting emphasis on the word ‘hunting’ causing Sam’s face to drop and dismissing Jessica from the conversation. You waved goodbye to her as she went back into the other room. 

Sam thought it’d be better to talk outside, so you followed them down the stairs, your little feet having a hard time catching up with theirs and being a whole flight of stairs behind them, you only caught a small amount of their conversation - Dean begging Sam to help us find John. “Dad’s missing. I need you to help us find him.” 

“You remember the Poltergeist in Amherst or the Devil’s Gate in Clifton? He’s always missing and he’s always fine,” Sam said, their voices getting louder as they stopped at a landing and waited for you to catch up. You were out of breath when you reached them, “and you said I was the one out of shape?” Sam joked as you put your hands on your knees to help catch your breath. You fake laughed as Dean kept going. 

“Not for this long, now are you going to come with me or not?” 

Sam started following Dean and you hesitantly chased after. “I’m not,” Sam’s words made you stop, although you knew that that would be his answer. 

“Why?” You asked. Sam turned around to look at you, his features suddenly softened. 

“I swore I was done hunting, for good.” Sam sighed and you almost took a step towards him, but you stopped yourself. 

“Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.” Dean said, but you knew that that was a weak attempt to make Sam change his mind about coming with us. Dean turned and walked away, but you only followed after Sam did. 

“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the monster under my bed, he gave me a .45,” Sam said as we started to exit the building. 

“Well what was he supposed to do?” Dean said. You chuckled and looked at him, cocking your head to the side wondering what it was that Dean thought John was supposed to do. Sometimes, you thought Dean was just so delusional that he thought all of this was normal. 

“Seriously Dean?” You asked, knowing full well that Dean would do and say anything to defend his father’s name, even to Sam. 

“I was nine years old,” Sam said, his voice going quieter and you bit your lower lip. You felt sad for him for a moment, never really understanding how traumatized Sam was with his growing up. For you, it started later. You knew it wasn’t normal and you knew how life was supposed to be for a kid but Sam never got that and his yearning for it was clear. “He was supposed to say, ‘don’t be afraid of the dark’” 

“Don’t be afraid of the dark? You should be afraid of the dark!” Dean’s voice got louder, “you know what’s out there. Look at Y/N for Christ sake, she didn’t get a .45 and look what happened to her.” Dean mumbled and pushed open the gate and went outside. You were taken aback by Dean’s words, gasping a little. He had a tendancy of saying things he didn’t mean but he didn’t bring up your past very often. 

“What the hell is your problem?” Sam tried to defend you but you grabbed his arm, making him stop. Dean threw open the front door of the building, the traffic from outside coming in for a brief morning until the door closed behind him. “What? That’s not okay!” He snapped back at you, but sighing and letting out a breath when you looked at each other. 

You nodded, “I know, but just let it go.” It took a second, but Sam finally agreed. You motioned for the front door and with a deep breath, Sam pushed it open and you followed him outside. With the cold air hitting your faces, Sam continued to fight back with Dean like nothing happened. 

“Dad’s obsession with killing the thing that killed mom, the way we grew up, killing everything we can find because we can’t find it,” Sam argued. 

“We save a lot of people, Sam.” Sam just scoffed at his brother’s reply. 

“You think mom would have wanted this for us? You think Penelope would have wanted this for Y/N?” Sam made Dean stop dead in his tracks and he turned around to face his brother, anger in his eyes. “The weapon training and melting silver into bullets?”

“So you’re just going to live some normal, apple-pie life?” Dean snapped. 

“No, not normal. Safe.” Sam spat as you three got to the car, your mind still reeling. You put your hand on the door handle as they argued. You wished you could just disappear, any mention of your mother makes you wanna die. You weren’t sure you ever fully got over her death and accepted the fact that this was your new life now, hunting ghosts and demons and any other creepy crawling that lurked at night. 

“Dad is in real trouble right now, if he’s not dead already. I can feel it,” Dean pleaded. His whole demeanor changed, sometimes at an astonishing rate.  

You pushed yourself away from the car, forgetting about the pounding in your head and put your hand on Dean’s shoulder. “He’s not dead, Dean.” Dean just looked at you, sadness in his eyes and you felt bad for him. Maybe that was the reason you could never actually stay mad at him, because no matter what he said to you, you knew he never meant it.

“We can’t do this alone,” Dean said. “We don’t want to,” his voice softened when he said this and you looked up at Sam, a small smile playing on your lips. 

Dean popped the trunk to the Impala and started looking for John’s files while Sam and you leaned against either side of the trunk, looking in. You remembered the basics of John’s hunt so you started talking, not waiting for Dean anymore. “He started to look at this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California.” 

“About a month ago, this guy,” Dean found the file and handed Sam a picture of the guy who went missing, “they found his car but he’d vanished.” 

Sam looked at the photo and speculated, “well, maybe he was kidnapped.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the next photo from the file in Dean’s hands, “here’s another one in April, and then December ‘04, ‘03, ‘98, ‘92… 10 of them over the past 20 years.” Dean handed Sam all the articles and photos belonging to the cases you just listed off. You both looked at him smuggly, knowing that you debunked his speculations. 

“All men, too. All the same 5-mile stretch of road, it started happening more and more so Dad went to go dig around,” Dean said. 

“That was three weeks ago, we haven’t heard from him since,” your voice softened as Sam looked up at you. You held eye contact until Dean spoke. 

“And then, we get this voicemail.” Dean pulled out his phone and played the voicemail that John left you last night, the whole reason that you booked it to go get Sam. 

“Dean, something is starting to happen..I think it’s serious

I need to try to figure out what’s going on. Be very careful, 

Protect Y/N. We are all in danger.” 

You watched Sam the whole time as he listened to it, his facial structure not really changing. “You know there’s EVP on that,” Sam said, nodding to the recording. 

“Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike isn’t it?” Dean smiled between his brother and you but then continued to explain to Sam how you slowed down the tape to find out what that EVP  was saying. When Dean played it back, all it said was “I can never go home.” 

Sam whispered it back to him while Dean slammed the trunk and then leaned against it. You walked over to stand in front of him, your arms crossed, “we really need your help, Sam.” You begged. 

“In almost two years, we never bothered you or asked you for a thing,” Dean tried to guilt trip Sam which you did not agree with but it was hard to stop Dean from doing what he wanted. Sam sighed, finally agreeing to go. 

“I’ll help you find him, but I have to get back first thing Monday morning.” Sam warned but you didn’t wait for him to finish speaking. You ran to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and he couldn’t help but chuckle and hold you up by your waist. You were excited that Sam was coming back, if only for one hunt. Although you and Dean had become the best of friends over the years, Sammy always held a special place in your heart. He was kind and sweet and quiet, just like you used to be before your mother died. He reminded you of your youth. 

“What’s on Monday?” You asked as you pulled yourself away from Sam and he started walking back into the apartments to collect his stuff. 

“I have an interview,” Sam said, looking at Dean. 

“A job interview? Skip it,” Dean shrugged his shoulders but after Sam said ‘interview’ you remembered exactly what he meant. Sam had told you just a few days ago that he had gotten an interview for the Stanford Law School and that was on Monday. 

“No, it’s a law school interview,” you whispered, looking at Dean. Dean’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you. 

“It’s my whole future on a plate,” Sam explained, Dean giving him the same confused look he gave you. “We got a deal or not?” Sam asked, Dean eventually nodded and Sam left to go get his things while the two of you stayed in the Impala and waited. 

“You knew about all of this and didn’t tell me?” Dean asked, his voice sounded a mix of anger and disappointment but you didn’t know what to make of it. 

“Sam asked me not to and all this stuff is important to him, Dean.” You explained yourself, throwing your hands towards the apartment building where Sam was building a life. 

“We were important to him at one point, too, Y/N.” You sighed, knowing Dean was right but you still defended Sam. 

“Drop it, okay? You know now and that’s all that matters.” You knew that wasn’t going to fly especially when Dean scoffed and looked out his window instead of at you.

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[witchofinterest]

[s-wordsmith]

So. Just noticed for the first time that Derek almost certainly heard Stiles teasing Scott that he's a werewolf now. Gotta wonder what's going through his head about that.

[glitchedcosmos]

Yeah he’s fine.

[hansoeii]

you'll make it back.

[timetodiverge]

Excuse me sir, that's my Emotional Support vicious lurca hound

....soooo Batcher is fully Crosshair's puppy now, yes???

-spending the morning at the beach with him instead of Omega -sitting next to him at the table -staying near him while everyone was yelling -squaring off against the wyrm ("YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!!"), then going right to Crosshair to check in, then STAYING THERE while Crosshair has his moment with Hunter

[twinstxrs]

fabian’s insistence on calling someone to tell them about lucy & yolanda because he thought people just deserved to know, out of respect. both deeply sweet & incredibly gutting. (bill seacaster move over that’s MY darling boy)

[hesbianyaoi]

thank goodness for bsd wan and the existence of teacher dazai. where would i be without you

based on a real-life conversation that happened with me and my students when i was a kindergarten teacher. very small children are some of the most ruthless and funny people i've ever met. it's an absolutely lawless land in the classroom (they were very sweet though!)

[magicandmundane]

Rex: Hey boys, I could really use your help with—

Hunter, napping on the beach: Retired.

Rex: Seriously—

Crosshair, sipping a margarita: Retired.

Rex: Would you just consider—

Wrecker, playing volleyball with the baby regs: Retired.

Echo: *glares*

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair: Retired.

Rex: Omega?

Omega, shrugging: Sure, I’m always down to kick some Imperial ass.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair: *grumbling, putting their armor back on*

[spn-rewrites]

01x01 (PART 2)

Season One Episode One: Pilot 

Part 1 Part 3 

Summary: The Impala drives itself

Word Count: 4k

As the three of you entered Jericho, the dirty sign passing you guys, Sam was calling every morgue and hospital in the area. You weren’t used to riding in the backseat anymore, ever since John let Dean have the Impala and let the two of you go on your own hunts without him. Sam now had your seat, but you were okay with it. It was spacious back here and sometimes, if you focused really hard, you could zone out the music and Dean’s bad singing. “So there’s no one matching dad at any of the hospitals or morgue, so that’s something I guess,” Sam said. 

“Not really if this ghost or whatever isn’t leaving bodies to be found,” you put a damper on Sam’s parade, and the two boys looked back at you, “what?” You asked innocently as Dean looked back at the road. 

“Check it out,” he pointed to the side of the road where cop cars were lined up and police were scattered around what seemed to be an abandoned car. Dean pulled over and grabbed the box out of the glove compartment that held all the fake ID’s and FBI badges and whatnot, grabbing three fake wallets out, each with a fake badge and ID in it. 

You headed over to the cops that were inspecting the car and listened to them as they said the car was spotless, absolutely clean. Then, they mentioned that the victim was dating another cop’s daughter. “You guys had another one like this last month, didn’t you?” Dean asked, not seeming bothered that he interrupted their conversation. The cops stopped talking and looked up at you guys curiously. 

“And who are you?” The cops asked, taking the few steps in between the three of  you and the car. They were eyeing you all up and down, gauging your dirty outfits that did not scream I am a cop. 

“Federal Marshall’s,” Dean held up his fake badge and the cop eyed it.

“You three are a little young to be Federal Marshals aren't you?” The cop asked, his eyes stopped on you and scanning your body. You froze and stepped behind Sam just slightly so that the cop couldn’t look at your body anymore. 

“We’re flattered,” Dean smirked and looked closer at the car. “You did have another one just like this, yes?” 

“Yeah, about a mile up the road,” the cop said. 

“You knew this victim?” You asked, remembering their conversation from earlier that you so rudely interrupted. 

“A town like this, everybody knows everybody,” the cop smirked at you but you gave him a smug grin in return. 

“Any connection between them? Besides they’re all men?” You asked again, keeping up a professional persona as Dean investigated the car and Sam stood next to you, catching wind of the cop’s creepy behavior towards you. 

“Not as far as we can tell,” the cop replied. You nodded at him and walked away, towards Dean and the car. You could hear Sam continue to question the cop. 

“What’s the theory?” Sam asked.

“Honestly, we don’t know,” the cops voice seemed to change between talking to you and the boys. Less flirty and more professional. It made you sick. “Serial murders, kidnapping ring, could be anything.” 

“That’s exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys,” Dean cracked, you stomped on his foot just hard enough for him to feel it, the cop giving you guys a weird look when Dean groaned. 

Sam thanked the police for their time and the three of you walked away from the crash and back towards the car, Dean pinching you on the back of the arm. “What the hell was that for?” You screeched, grabbing the back of your arm where it hurt. 

“Did you have to step on my foot like that?!” Dean yelled through his teeth. 

“Did you have to talk to the cops like that?” Sam deadpanned, defending you once again to his brother. You smiled, sticking your tongue out a little bit at the older Winchester. 

+++

The three of you drove around Jericho, hoping to find someone that could give you more information on the missing kid, Troy. Just outside of downtown, you saw a girl hanging up Troy’s missing persons posters. Dean parked the car and you all got out, walking to the girl. In John’s journals, he wrote Troy had a girlfriend, Amy. You assumed this was her. 

“Yeah, I’m Amy,” she said, pinning the poster, not glancing at us at all. 

“Troy told us about you, we’re his uncles. I’m Dean, this is Sammy and my wife Y/N,” Dean pointed between the three of us, you smiling at her as she glanced but then she walked away.

“Troy never told me about you guys,” she replied. 

“Well, that’s Troy, I guess,” Dean said as we walked with Amy as she continued to put up posters, ignoring us. “We’re not around much, we’re up in Modesto.” Dean said, you decided to grab his hand as part of the facade and he happily took it, sticking his other one in his pocket. 

“We’re looking for him, too. Asking around and stuff,” you said, slightly leaning into Dean to face Amy more. “Do you mind if we ask you some questions?” You asked, your motherly voice coming out as it usually does when you’re investigating cases and talking to the victims loved ones. 

As you guys were talking, one of Amy’s friends showed up and all five of you squeezed into a diner booth to get Amy’s side of the story. You squeezed in between the two boys, Dean’s hand finding yours over the table, you assumed for the show you guys were putting on. 

The story was pretty cookie-cutter, she called him while he was driving and he said he would call back, but never did. It was starting to feel useless until her friend started talking about rumors going around in the town about a local legend. 

“This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like, decades ago. Well, supposedly, she’s still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear,” she explained. The three of you exchanged looks, bid your goodbyes and immediately started researching. 

You sat at the library, Dean on the computer and you and Sam on either side of him. Usually, you were the one doing the research, however Dean insisted he help this time. You think he wanted to try and show off for Sam, showing that he can do this without him which in truth, you two could do it without Sam but you knew that Dean didn’t want to. It wasn’t the same. 

The showing off didn’t work too well, seeing as Dean couldn’t find a damn thing and Sam took over, shoving Dean in his rolling chair backward. “You’re such a control freak,” Dean sighed as Sam started typing away. You laughed and pulled Dean’s chair next to yours. 

“Maybe it’s not a murder,” you said in between laughs and Sam nodded in agreement, typing in suicide instead of murder in the search engine. 1 result came up. “This is why I do the research,” you gloated to Dean but he just glared at you in response. 

“This was in 1981, Constance Welsh, 24 years old jumps off Sylvania Bridge and drowns in the river,” Sam read off the article. 

“Did it say why?” Dean asked, you leaned on your elbows to try and read the screen but Dean’s big head was in the way. You pushed back his shoulder a little bit and he looked at you, moving out of the way. 

“Yeah, an hour before she died she made a 911 call. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing.” You sucked in a breath, tragic stories never get easier for you to hear even after all these years. “‘Our babies were gone and Constance couldn’t bear it’, said husband Joseph Welch.” Sam read the quote from the article, pulling up the picture of the crime scene, the same bridge where Troy’s car was found and where he went missing. 

+++

On the bridge, you walked over to the spot where Constance jumped, “you think John would have been here?” You asked Dean, looking over the bridge and out onto the river that was running fast, waves crashing on the rocks. 

“Well, he was chasing this case and we’re chasing him. This might take a while,” Dean said, turning and walking down the road. 

“Dean, I have to get back by-”

“Monday, I know,” you cut him off and started walking down the road, running your finger along the metal rail of the bridge.

“You’re really serious about this aren’t you? You think you’re going to become some lawyer, marry your girl?” Dean taunted. You looked behind you at the two boys. Dean’s hands were in his pockets, a grin on his face. Sam looked like a child about to be scolded by his dad. 

“Maybe,” Sam shrugged and Dean scoffed. 

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know the things that you’ve done?” Your eyes narrowed at Dean in disgust but he wasn't looking at you, he was dead set on Sam. 

“Who cares, Dean? Let him be happy, he’s helping us and that’s all we asked for,” you snapped, which caused the boys to look over at you. You were already tired of the bickering. 

“You can pretend all you want, Sammy but sooner or later you’re going to have to own up to who you really are,” Dean said. He turned around to walk back to the car and then said, “one of us.” 

“No, I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life,” Sam yelled. You took a little offence to that, but let it slide off of you because deep down you knew you wish you could cut it off, too, just like Sam did. 

“You have a responsibility,” Dean said. Sam was now right behind Dean, grabbing his arm and turning him toward him. You stayed where you were, frozen, watching. You hated it.

“To dad? And his crusade, you know if it weren’t for the pictures, I wouldn’t even know what mom looked like, so what difference does it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom is gone. Fighting these things is never gonna bring anyone back.” Sam looked behind Dean’s shoulder at you but you looked out into the water. You knew that Sam was right but this was the only life you had after your mom passed and Dean vowed to take care of you so you stayed. 

You looked up when you heard a bang and saw Dean pinning Sam against a post that held up the bridge, you ran to the boys, putting your hand on Dean’s arm. “Hey, stop!” You yelled as Sam held his breath.  

“Don’t talk about them like that,” Dean whispered, slowly letting go of Sam and turning away. You straightened out Sam’s jacket and asked if he was okay, he nodded and wrapped his arm around your neck in a comforting motion.

 “Uh, hey guys.” Dean whispered. The two of you turned in his direction and saw a woman standing on the rail of the bridge, dressed in all white, before she jumped off. The three of you ran to where she was standing, looking over into the water but not seeing anything. 

“Where did she go?” You asked, trying your best to see in the dark when you heard the engine to the Impala rev and the headlights turn on

“What the-” Dean whispered. You stared at it, wondering who was driving it but knowing that it was no one. Dean didn’t say another word as he slowly grabbed the keys from out of his pocket, having them dangle in his fingers. You screamed as the tires to the Impala squealed and the car came lurching forward. 

The three of you took off on feet as fast as possible but you were shorter than the boys and hence, moved slower. You moved as fast as you could and watched where the boys were going but it was hard for you to keep up. You felt an arm wrap around you and you followed its guidance, jumping over the rail of the bridge. The car screeched to a stop as soon as you jumped. Sam’s hand was holding tight onto yours as he grabbed a piece of metal that was hanging off the bridge. You grunted as you grabbed onto the asphalt, one hand gripping it and the other gripping Sam’s.

He nodded at you as he let go of your hand and you brought it up to the road and pulled yourself up, not feeling safe until your butt reached the cool pavement. You helped Sam finish getting up as well and you looked down at the river to see Dean, covered in mud. 

“Are you alright?” You yelled down to him as Sam panted, out of breath next to you. 

“Super!” Dean yelled back, putting a thumbs up in your direction and you couldn’t help but laugh at him now that you knew he was okay. 

After retrieving the older Winchester, you leaned your back up to the Impala as he inspected his baby, looking for any damage the ghost may have done to it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Dean’s current state, his face and clothes completely covered in mud. “That Constance chick, what a BITCH!” Dean yelled out into the abyss, sitting on the hood of the car. 

“Well, she doesn’t want us digging around that’s for sure,” you commented. Sam came around the corner and stood in front of the two of you. Sam laughed and sat down next to Dean on the hood, sniffing the air. 

“You smell like a toilet,” Sam said. 

Dean slammed his stolen credit card down on the counter of the nearest motel. The clerk looked at the card and mentioned that someone else with the same last name bought a room for the whole month. The three of you made eye contact with each other, all knowing that it was John. 

After paying for your own room, you found the room that John paid for. Dean picked the lock, something he was really good at. Upon entering the room, you immediately notice how dirty and messy it was. Food lying around, salt trailed all around, papers pinned to the walls. 

You watched as Dean smelled an old burger sitting on the desk, “well he hasn’t been here for a few days at least.” You nodded and started looking at all the papers, all of them are victims.

“Salt, cat eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in.” Sam said, playing with the salt trail on the ground. 

“All these papers are the victims of Constance, it doesn’t make any sense. All different men, job, age, ethnicities. There has to be a connection, right?” You asked, studying the victims as if something else would come out at you. Sam walked to the other side of the room, Dean following as you looked at them. 

“He figured it it,” Sam said as you walked over to them to see what they were looking at. 

“You sly dogs,” Dean said. “A woman in white,” Dean repeated from the paper that John wrote on, pinned to the wall. 

“So if we’re dealing with a woman in white, he would have found the corpse and burned it, right?” You asked, Dean nodding but Sam disagreed. 

“She may have another weakness,” Sam said. 

“He would have wanted to make sure,” Dean stated with full confidence. “Where is she buried?” He asked. 

“It doesn’t say, but John would have probably went to talk to her husband,” you commented, pointing to the picture of her husband in the same article that you read earlier. Dean nodded as Sam looked around at the other papers on the wall, telling us to find an address.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Dean said, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You sat down on the bed and watched Sam until he looked at you. 

“Hey, what I said about your mom earlier, I’m sorry.” Sam said, walking over to you and putting his hand on your shoulder, looking down at you. He didn’t outright say it, but it was insinuated. Even after all these years, no one knew what happened. Not for sure, anyway. 

“It’s okay,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips.

“It’s not, I didn’t mean that.” You nodded and Sam sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and you hugged him back, getting lost in his scent. He will never get old to you.

As Dean got out of the shower, Sam’s phone alerted him to a missed call. “I’m hungry, going to grab a bite at the diner down the street. You guys want anything?” Sam shook his head with his phone pressed to his ear. You, on the other hand, asked for a bacon cheeseburger and a side of fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Dean just laughed at you as you laid back on the bed in the room. Not only a minute after Dean left, Sam’s phone beeped. “It’s Dean?” Sam said, as he answered the phone. You couldn’t really hear what Dean was saying on the other side, but Sam’s face was staring intently. “What about you?” He asked, nodded, and then hung up the phone.

“What the hell happened? Is he okay?” You asked, frantically standing up rrom the bed. Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you to the wall, both of your backs pinned to it. Sam poked his head out the window but the curtain covered up any sign of him. 

“The cops are outside, they’re coming in. Let’s go.” Sam pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door softly as you climbed the toilet, steading your feet before Sam came next to you, putting his hands on your waist and hoisting you up, steadying you himself. “Hurry, Y/N.” Sam whispered.

“I am,” you whispered harshly at him as he glanced to the door. You opened the window as far as it could go and squeezed out of it, jumping to the ground. Not a moment later, Sam’s head stuck through the window and you held your hands out in case he needed any help. He didn’t, and he stuck the landing before you two took off into the trees behind the motel until the coast was clear and you could sneak around and get into the Impala. 

“What happened to Dean?” You asked, as Sam drove to the Welch’s house. 

Sam just shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. He said the police spotted him so I’m assuming he’s in custody.” 

“We have to go get him!” You stopped looking out the window and looked sharply at Sam. 

“And what? All three of us get arrested? No, we have to go figure out how to stop this ghost and find my dad, and then we can go get Dean. He can handle himself,” Sam argued. You scoffed and looked off at the road. 

“That’s ridiculous, all of the sudden you care about this case and finding your dad? When your brother needs us!” You yelled at Sam, his face softening as he put his hand on your knee. 

“That’s not true, okay? The best thing we can do, what Dean would want us to do, is figure this shit out now. We’re close, Y/N.” You sighed, scratching your forehead before agreeing. 

The two of you finally made it to the Welch’s house and Sam banged on the door, an older man in a baseball cap answered. “Hey, are you Joseph Welch?” Sam asked.

Sam took out a picture of John and the boys when they were kids and handed it to Joseph, asking if he had seen him. You didn’t even notice Sam had snagged that photo back at the motel. “Yeah, that was him. He came by three or four days ago, saying he was a reporter.” Joseph said as we walked around his front yard. 

“Yeah, we’re all working on a story together,” you said, selling again another facade that you guys put up to gain information from people. 

“Well, I don’t know what kind of story you guys are working on with the kinds of questions he asked me,” Joseph said, shaking his head. Sam had the picture in his hand and he was fumbling with it. 

“About your late wife, Constance?” Sam asked and Joseph nodded. 

“He asked me where she was buried,” Joseph told you. Sam asked him to repeat the answer but Joseph furrowed his brows. “I gotta go through this twice?” 

“Fact-checking, if you don’t mind,” you smiled at him, using your charm. 

“In a plot, behind my old place over on Breckenridge,” he said. You nodded, taking notes in your head to remember. 

“Why did you move?” Sam asked. 

“I’m not going to live in the house where my children died,” Joseph shook his head and you asked him if he ever married again after Constance died. “No way, she was the love of my life. The prettiest woman I have ever known,” you smiled at him and then looked up at Sam. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jess was the love of Sam’s life, or if you would ever find yours.

“So you guys had a happy marriage?” Sam asked.

Joseph hesitated before answering, “definitely.” Sam nodded and you thanked him for his time, the two of you turning back to the Impala, Sam hesitating to get in the vehicle.

“Hey Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white? Or sometimes a weeping woman?” Sam asked, you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowing wondering what in the hell he was doing bringing this up to a civilian, but you let him continue on. “It’s a ghost story, well more a phenomenon really. They’re spirits,” Sam left the car and walked closer to Joseph, “they’ve been sighted for hundreds of years in dozens of places, in Hawaii and Mexico. Lately in Arizona and Indiana,” Sam kept walking towards Joseph, but you stayed put watching this unfold, unsure of where Sam was going with this. “All these are different women, you understand, but they all share the same story.” You watched Sam walk closer to Joseph and how Joseph’s shoulders tensed up the closer Sam got. 

“Boy, I don’t care much for nonsense,” he said before turning away from him. 

“See, when they were alive,” Sam raised his voice and kept going. “Their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.” You finally got what Sam was getting at, not noticing more in the hesitation that Joseph made when saying their marriage was happy. This is why we needed Sam, you thought. Joseph stopped walking away and turned to face Sam again. “And when they had finally realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking backroads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him and he is never seen again.” Sam’s voice was unassuming, but Joseph's face was shaking in either anger or fear, you weren’t sure. 

“And you think that this has something to do with Constance?” He asked. 

“You tell us,” you said, stepping forward to stand next to Sam. Joseph looked at Sam and then looked at you, glaring before tears formed in his eyes. 

“Maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance would never have killed her own children. Now get the hell out of here!” He yelled before staring at us for a few moments and turning to walk away. When he was out of our line of sight, you sighed and looked at Sam. 

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[witchofinterest]

[strawberrryangel]

crowley, seeing cas’ car for the first time: really? what are you, a pimp 🤨

cas with his sad wet eyes and his sad wet frown: i like it 😞

dean, carrying the gasoline to fuel it up: fix boyfriend’s car 💪⛽️🪓🥾🔧🏋️🚗

[cozy-phantom]

theres a crumb on the counter when it shows the shot of puffles going into the sauce

[bitchthefuck1]

At the end of the day, they're still just little kids making noise outside his office.