#young dean winchester x oc

[violentdelightsproductions]

Halloween 2022: Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus (Supernatural x Hocus Pocus AU)

October 31st, 1993. The Sam and Dean have to spend Halloween in Salem as their father is hunting nearby. There they run into Ellie Spencer, who just loves Halloween and all things witchy. The three of them decide to spend Halloween night all together. Roaming around they find an old house that, as the legend goes, used to be the home of three wicked witches. Wanting to impress Ellie, Dean lights up a black candle that summons the witches back to life. The Winchesters and Ellie now have to do everything in their power to stop the witches from claiming an innocent soul and performing a spell that will grand them immortality, before the sun rises. That task though, is proven to be rather hard, as the witches are back. And they don’t intend to go anywhere....

[hahahahahangst]

Outlaws 2 (Be The Young 15)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault*

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

Outlaws

They’ll never understand the honor among these thieves.

The journey was quiet. Both Emily and Sam had a lot of things to reflect on. Emily kept going through the names Ash gave them, thinking about how she was the only one left alive of her age. “Stop reading those names.” Said Sam, about five miles away from Lafayette. “It’s not doing you any good and I can hear you over thinking about them in your mind.” “Am I the only one who finds it a little bit disturbing how you can just hear me think?” “Trust me, I would turn it off if I could, but it’s not as easy as it sounds.” “Right.” She exhaled and put the paper away. “It happened to me too, you know?” “Really?” “Yeah, back in Portland. At one point I told you to shut the fuck up and I felt your feelings getting hurt. Like the princess you truly are.” She mocked. “Fuck you man, I thought we were about to die!” “We’re always about to die.” She exhaled. “But it’s alright, just- very weird feeling.” “Yup.” “You think Dean is already on our tracks?” “Probably, we’re lucky if he’s not waiting for us at the police station.”

To their surprise, Dean wasn’t there. After gathering Scott’s family address, they headed to his house. His mother welcomed them warmly, especially after they told her they were Scott’s high school mates. “Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him.” Said his mother. “What do you mean?” Sam’s interest seemed roused. “It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares.” Sam and Emily exchanged a quick look before he investigated further. “Nightmares? Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or…” “No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days.” “Miss Carey, I’m sorry if this is an indelicate question.” Asked Emily. “But you think maybe we could see his room?” As they entered Scott’s room, Sam started taking a look around as Emily kept the conversation going with the mother. Suddenly, Sam walked behind her and sneakily pushed something into her left pocket. From touch alone, Emily thought it was some sort of container, but she ignored it and kept talking with the woman. Suddenly, he appeared next to her. “Miss Carey, it was very nice of you to let us in today. I hope we weren't too nosy." He smiled. "No, not at all. It's nice to talk with someone who loved him."

"So, what is this?" Emily took out the mysterious container out of her pocket. "Prescription pills?" "Yeah. They have the name of the doctor who cured him. Maybe he will know something his mother didn't." As they kept walking, Emily started noticing someone was following them. You see them as well? Yup. Be ready at the next corner we pass. They approached a turn in the sidewalk and right after passing it, they turned around, grabbed whoever was following them from one shoulder each and shoved them against the wall. "Please!" Said a female voice coming from the dark figure. "Who are you?!" Sam asked, upset. "Please, listen to me. You're in danger." Sam and Emily looked at each other briefly before carefully letting the girl go. She was shaking in fear, terrified. "Why were you following us?" "I told you, I came to warn you, you- you might blow up soon!" Emily raised her eyebrows. "Blow up?!" She repeated. Sam gazed at her. "Okay, maybe it's better if we talk somewhere more private." They entered the nearby motel, where they were staying. The girl was nervous and Emily could almost recognize herself in her behaviour: she was about to lose it and it was very clear. "Why don't you take a sit, ugh- I don't think I got your name, sorry." Said Emily, trying to calm her down. "Ava." "Alright, Ava, why don't you sit down, I'll bring you a cup of water, okay?" I'll try to keep her calm, you ask the questions, okay? She looked at Sam. He nodded and sat down on the bed in front of Ava. "Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me." Said she, nervous. Emily handed her a glass of water, which spilled a little in Ava's shaky hands. "All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay?" "I'm trying, but-" "Okay, so, my name's Emily." Said Emily, standing next to Sam. "And he's Sam. Ava, why do you think we're in danger?" "Yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot." "When was this?" Asked Sam. Emily pulled out the paper Ash had given them and looked through the names to find Ava. She wasn't there. Not even a similar name. "Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." Answered Ava, pulling out a newspaper clipping from her jacket. It was the piece on Scott's death. Sam took it to analyze it closer. "I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one." "Let me guess, we die." Said Emily, putting away the piece of paper. "Yeah." "How did you find us?" "I saw you- you had motel stationary so I looked it up and- here I am." Emily tapped Sam on his shoulder. "Can I talk to you? Privately." She gestured towards Ava. Sam nodded and they moved into the bathroom. "What?!" He asked, impatient. "She's not on the list." "And?" "I don't like this, what if she's lying?" "Emily, she's most likely just as scared as we are- Look." He said, seeing how his sister was growing more nervous. He put both hands on his shoulder. "Maybe we got the criteria wrong. I mean, we have very loose information, maybe-" "I'm not saying don't listen to her, I'm saying be careful!" "Okay, I'll be careful!" Sam said, impatient. Then, he hurriedly and nervously left the bathroom. They found Ava trying to nervously close her jacket, getting ready to leave. "I'm sorry, I never should have come, I'll just-" "No, no- It's okay, we believe you." Intervened Sam as Emily also re-emerged from the bathroom, nervous. Ava stopped. "You do?" “Yeah, of course you- you must be one of us.” Sam pointed at him and Emily. “Sorry, one of- one of who?” “One of the psychics. Like us. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we're connected.” “Okay, so, you're nuts. That's great.” Ava rolled her eyes, looking even more nervous than she previously did. “That’s a way to put it.” Said Emily, sarcastically making fun of Sam. He scowled at her. “Listen, did your mother happen to die in a house fire?” He asked. “No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!” Aaaand the plot thickens… Well done, Sam. Give me a break, I’m trying to find out the truth! He quickly gestured, dismissing her. Yeah, doing a great job, champ. You think you can get her to not run away and call the cops on us? I thought you wanted to find out what’s happening! I do, but- No, you know what, Dean is right, you-

“What’s happening?” Ava’s voice brought both of them back to reality. “What is this, some kind of… twins sign language?” With a hard scowl, Emily promised Sam the conversation was not over.

A whole later, Ava begged them to leave. “Listen, why don’t you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?” “Not happening.” Exhaled Emily, who was aggressively making coffee in the motel’s kitchenette to blow off some steam. “Oh, god, why not?” “Ava, there’s something going on here. There might be other people with our abilities, so to call them, out there.” “We might be part of something.” Added Sam. That seemed to upset Ava even more, something Emily didn’t think was possible. “Okay. you know what?” Ava stood up. “Screw you, buddy. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?” Ava showed her hand, where she was wearing an engagement ring. “I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth.” “Don't you want to know why this is happening?” Asked Sam. “I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth, Ava.”

The girl looked at him intensely for a second, then turned to Emily, who did not bother giving her any display of emotion. She didn’t like the idea of involving someone who knew so little in a matter that complicated and potentially dangerous. Ava sighed and left. Sam tried to stop her, but Emily talked to him telepathically once more. Let her go, Sam. Let her have the normal life we’ve always wanted.

Ava had left two hours before and yet, little to nothing had moved in the motel room. Emily had finished making coffee, handed a cup to Sam and they both resumed their research in silence. “I do want to know what’s happening.” Said Emily, a while later. “I just don’t think we should involve anybody else. Not like that.” “We could have used her help, Emily!” Sam closed his laptop shut. “Her help? She was scared to death, Sam!” She tried to resume her reading but more thoughts came up. “Also what, I’m not enough help? You need a random girl?” “I never said that.” Emily exhaled, nervous. “Didn’t need to.” “Alright, let’s talk about this. Why do you-” Sam trailed off. “What? Sam?” Asked Emily, finally closed her book. She was expecting Sam trying to shrink her as he usually would, but he didn’t. The glimpse of an idea lit up in his eyes. “I got an idea.”

[gcthvile]

An Unholy Alliance

Couple: Felicia MacLeod (OC) x Dean Winchester

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: none

Summary: A hunter and a demon are forced to work together, yet again. But this time working as a team awakens sparks between them despite his reluctance.

Felicia huffed as she looked out the passenger window of the Impala. Of all people, her dimwit brother had to assign her to work with Dean Winchester, she's already lost count of how many time Crowley did that to her, at this point, she was starting to think he was doing it on purpose. This man was more annoying than helpful in her opinion.

As they drove down the rural road towards their latest case, Dean's eyes kept flitting between Felicia and the road. "Let me get this straight, Crowley actually expects us to work together?"

"Don't look so pleased about it, darling." Felicia replied boredly, examining her nails. "It's not like I want to be stuck with you either."

"Good, cause hunting with a demon is bad enough, but you again? No thanks." Dean scoffed.

Felicia rolled her eyes. "You're no picnic either. At least tell me about this case so I know what I'm wasting my time with."

Dean briefly summarized the case - mysterious disappearances and strange attacks in a small town. Several witnesses claimed to see strange glowing eyes in the dark.

"Sounds like our run of the mill shapeshifter then." Felicia mused. "Should be simple."

"Don't get cocky. We don't know enough yet." Dean warned as he pulled up to the local motel.

A smile played on Felicia's lips. "We'll see about that darling. You go check us in. I'll start interrogating the locals and get us some real leads." Without waiting for a response, she flashed out of the car. Dean grimaced. This was going to be a long case.

Felicia flashed into the busy street outside the local diner. Her smoky gray eyes scanned the patrons through the large front window. There, in a corner booth, sat two young women gossiping over coffee. Perfect targets.

In an instant she was inside, sliding smoothly into their booth with a sly grin. "Ladies, you don't mind if I join do you? I couldn't help but overhear you discussing the strange goings on in this town. I'm new here and desperately seeking some insight."

The women exchanged a nervous glance. "Who are you?" Asked the brunette warily.

"Where are my manners? Name's Felicia." She purred, reaching across the table to shake their hands in turn. Both women visibly shuddered at her touch, but didn't pull away. Good, her demonic allure was already working on them.

"I'm Claire, this is Jess." The brunette replied hesitantly. "What do you want to know exactly?"

Felicia tilted her head, eyes flashing darkly. "Tell me everything. No details too insignificant. I want to know it all."

Claire launched into the reports of missing hikers and campers in the nearby woods. As she spoke, Felicia casually traced patterns on the back of Jess' hand, keeping the blonde enthralled. By the time Claire finished, Jess was practically salivating.

Felicia smirked. "Fascinating. You've been most helpful." She dug a scrap of paper from her pocket with her room number scribbled on. "If you think of anything else, don't hesitate to stop by."

With a wink she slid smoothly from the booth, satisfied with the first leads for her and her reluctant partner to investigate. Now back to the motel to scheme.

Felicia flashed back to the motel, finding Dean just entering their room. "Well that was quicker than expected." He commented, throwing his duffel on one of the beds.

Felicia sauntered in behind him. "What can I say, I work fast. Already have us a few leads too."

Dean raised a brow skeptically. "Do tell."

Flopping back on the other bed, Felicia recounted what she had learned from the girls. Dean listened with a frown, not looking pleased about her interrogation tactics.

"So the woods are our first stop. I say we start tracking at dusk, better chance of stumbling on any monsters that way." Felicia proposed.

"Or we could talk to the sherriff first, get the official reports." Dean countered.

Felicia groaned dramatically. "You and your proper procedures are no fun, Dean. The girls were much more willing to share than some stuffy cop." She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me you're not at least a little intrigued by my methods?"

Dean huffed. "Your methods involve scaring innocent civilians half to death. We do this my way."

Rising from the bed with a huff, Felicia sauntered over to invade his space, looking up at him through her lashes. "Don't be like that, darling. I know you love it when I get us answers fast." She purred, running a finger along his chest.

Dean scowled, batting her hand away. "Knock it off. No flirting is getting us out of seeing the sheriff today. Now come on before I leave you behind."

Felicia pouted as Dean stormed out. Maybe working with the hunter wouldn't be as fun as she hoped, but that just meant she'd have to try harder to get under his skin.

Dean slammed the Impala door as he slid into the driver's seat, grumbling under his breath. Felicia slid into the passenger seat with a smirk.

"Aww don't be like that, Squirrel. I was just having a little fun with you." She cooed.

Dean started the car with more force than necessary. "Well knock it off. I'm not interested."

Felicia pouted dramatically. "You wound me, darling. Most men are putty in my hands. What's it gonna take to crack that hard exterior of yours, I wonder?"

Dean glared at her as he pulled out. "You know, working with you would be a lot easier if you'd actually help the case instead of screwing around."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "I told you, I already got us solid leads. But if you're so determined to waste time with the sheriff..." She trailed off suggestively.

Dean ignored her insinuation. "Information is only useful if it's verified. Now are you going to behave yourself at the station or do I have to put you on a leash?"

Felicia grinned wickedly. "Kinkier than I expected, Dean. You sure know how to show a girl a good time." Dean groaned in frustration. This was going to be a REALLY long afternoon.

They pulled up to the station. As Dean got out, Felicia flashed to his side, hooking her arm through his with a flirty smile. "Lead the way, partner."

Dean sighed heavily but didn't protest, resigned to a lot of disapproving looks from the cops. This case was off to a great start.

Dean pushed through the doors of the police station, Felicia still clinging smugly to his arm. All conversation in the room stopped as eyes turned to take in the unusual pair.

A grizzled officer behind the desk glowered at them. "Can I help you folks?"

"I'm David, this is Fiona. We're here about the disappearance cases." Dean replied professionally, showing the fake badges.

The officer eyed Felicia warily. "You FBI?"

Before Dean could respond, Felicia flashed her most disarming smile. "Private investigators. But don't worry, we can be very... discreet." She purred.

Dean elbowed her sharply. "Ignore her. Can you tell us what you've got?"

The officer sighed and launched into the details. Felicia listened intently while subtly caressing Dean's bicep, just to watch him twitch in annoyance. According to the reports, eight hikers and campers had gone missing over the past month in the forest surrounding the town. All left camp in the evenings and were never seen again.

"Anything useful in the woods?" Dean asked once the report was finished.

The officer shook his head. "Search parties found nothing but shredded clothes and a lot of strange tracks we couldn't ID."

Felicia perked up. "Mind if we take a look at what you've got? A fresh pair of eyes might notice something new."

The offer was clearly reluctant but the man nodded, leading them to an evidence room in back. Felicia gleefully released Dean's arm to pore over photos and articles left behind.

After a moment, she straightened with a curious look. "Dean, take a gander at these tracks for me."

Dean made his way over to where Felicia was examining the photos of strange tracks found at one of the crime scenes. He peered down, furrowing his brow as he took them in.

"What am I looking at?" Dean asked gruffly. "These could be from any number of animals."

Felicia tilted her head with a sly smile. "But you and I both know there's more out there than mere animals, wouldn't you agree?"

Dean shot her an annoyed look but had to concede the point. After years hunting the supernatural, he'd seen his fair share of creatures leave strange traces.

Felicia's smile widened at Dean's hesitation. "My thought exactly. See how the toes seem elongated, almost talon-like? And the spacing is off for any normal predator." Her eyes glinted with excitement. "I'd wager we're dealing with a rugaru."

Dean brows raised in surprise. Rugarus were nasty creatures, homicidally hungry for human flesh. If Felicia was right, they were in for a nasty fight.

"It's just a theory." Dean cautioned. "We'll need more evidence before we go charging in."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Always so cautious. When was the last time one of my theories led us astray?" She held his gaze temptingly. "Admit it, you're starting to enjoy working with me."

Dean huffed, looking away. "Don't get ahead of yourself. We still work better apart." Yet he couldn't deny her idea seemed plausible. Against his better judgment, he was beginning to appreciate her unique skills and instincts. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

Felicia smirked, sensing Dean's resolve weakening. "You say that now, but I know you'll be singing a different tune once we take this rugaru down together."

Dean sighed wearily. "Let's just focus on getting more proof first, okay?" He turned to leave the evidence room.

Felicia flashed in front of him, blocking his path with a wicked grin. "Eager to get back to the case, are we? I like a man with focus." She traced a finger along his chest teasingly. "Though I must admit, I enjoy distracting you even more."

Dean gripped her wrist to still her hand, meeting her eyes with an unreadable expression. For a moment they stood frozen, electricity seeming to crackle between them.

Then Dean releases her slowly. "Stop messing around. We've got a job to do." Yet as he walked away, Felicia swore she saw the faintest twitch of a smile.

She followed, feeling unusually triumphant. Maybe winning over the righteous man wouldn't be so impossible after all. By the time they ganked this rugaru, she'd have him wrapped around her little finger.

"So if it is a rugaru, we'll need to lure it out of hiding." Dean mused as they exited the station.

Felicia paused, struck by inspiration. "Actually, I may have a better idea. One that involves considerably less risk to us and a lot more fun." She flashed Dean a wicked grin. "Care to play bait, darling?"

Dean eyed Felicia warily. "What kind of plan involves me as bait?"

Felicia smirked. "The fun kind. All we need to do is leave a tempting trail back to where we've set a trap. The rugaru won't be able to resist fresh meat." She traced a finger down Dean's chest. "And what better bait than a big, strong hunter?"

"Oh no way. I'm not letting myself get eaten just so you can have your thrills." Dean argued.

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Please, like I'd let it get that far. I'll be lurking invisibly the whole time to jump in and save you at the last minute." She ran her hands up his arms suggestively. "You'll be in perfectly safe hands, I promise."

Dean still looked doubtful. Felicia leaned in close enough to feel his breath on her lips. "Trust me darling, it'll be fun. I'll make it worth your while..."

She knew he was moments away from caving. Dean might try to resist her charms but they both knew he'd crack eventually. Before he could respond though, Felicia's head jerked up at the sound of screams echoing through the trees.

"Looks like our rugaru found another victim first." Felicia said seriously.

Dean nodded, slipping into hunter mode. "Let's move. You lead the way and I'll cover our backs."

Felicia flashed him a quick wink before flashing away, senses stretched out to track the distressed cries for help. Dean revved the Impala and tore after her trail of sulfur smoke. It was showtime.

The sounds of struggle grew louder as they closed in on the source. Felicia appeared to Dean, grabbing his hand. "This way, it's just ahead."

Together they burst into a small clearing to find the rugaru bearing down on a cowering teenage boy. Without hesitation, Dean raised his pistol and fired a shot that tore through the monster's bicep. It howled and whipped around to face the new threat.

The rugaru snarled at Dean and Felicia, blood dripping from its wounded arm. Felicia smirked, drawing her own weapon - a wicked looking blade encrusted with demonic symbols.

"Looks like dinner's cancelled, big guy." She taunted. "How about you pick on someone your own size instead?"

With a roar, the monster charged. Felicia met it head on with a fierce battle cry, diving into hand to hand combat with seemingly reckless abandon. But Dean knew from experience she was always several steps ahead.

While the rugaru was distracted swiping at Felicia, Dean circled around behind and took aim again. This time his bullet found its mark between the creature's massive shoulder blades. It howled and fell to one knee, giving Felicia an opening to deliver a killing stroke across its throat.

Black ichor spurted as the rugaru collapsed dead at their feet. Felicia flashed Dean a triumphant grin, hair and clothes splattered with viscera. "And that's how it's done, darling!"

Dean allowed himself a faint smile in return before turning to check on the traumatized teen. "You okay, kid? Think you can make it home alright?"

The boy could only nod mutely, still in shock. Dean gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before ushering him off into the trees, keeping watch til he was out of sight.

When he turned back, Felicia was giving him a look of naked appreciation. "Not bad teamwork, if I do say so myself. Tell me that wasn't at least a little fun, Dean."

For once, Dean didn't argue. Saving civilians and taking down monsters - that was what he lived for. And he had to admit, working with Felicia had its perks too when they weren't at each other's throats. Against his better judgment, he flashed her a crooked grin.

"Maybe you're growing on me a bit, she-demon. Don't let it go to your head though."

Felicia threw her head back with a delighted cackle. This partnership was really starting to heat up.

Felicia smirked, beyond pleased with how the night was progressing. Victory always tasted sweeter when shared with a handsome partner.

"So now that the case is solved, what do you say we go celebrate our success?" She slid closer to Dean, running her knife along his collarbone teasingly.

To her surprise, Dean actually chuckled. "Normally I'd say you're buying the drinks. But considering you're related to Crowley..."

Felicia pouted playfully. "You wound me! I'll have you know I can be very generous when properly motivated."

"Is that so?" Dean regarded her thoughtfully. "Alright then, demon, you're on. One drink, your treat. But then we part ways for good."

Felicia raised a brow. So he was willing to indulge her after all. This was going even better than planned.

She flashed them away in a burst of sulfur, reappearing inside a rowdy bar in a seedy part of town. Dean stared around in mild surprise as Felicia dragged him to the counter.

"Two of your finest whiskey, bartender!" She cried theatrically. The bartender slid them over warily, eyeing Felicia like she might blow the place sky high.

Dean gave a bemused snort and raised his glass in a toast. "To surviving another day."

Felicia clicked her glass against his. "And to many more hunts together in the future."

Dean choked on his sip at that, coughing as Felicia cackled. But when he met her gaze again, his eyes held a glint of amusement rather than irritation.

Maybe working with the she-demon wouldn't be such a chore after all. Stranger things had happened in Dean Winchester's life. And Felicia was nothing if not entertaining.

hope you guys like the fic!

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[welldonebeca]

Trust Your Doctor

Summary: Nancy Sousa visits her gyno alone for the first time.

He opens her door to a whole new world.

Pairing: Sam x Nancy (OC), Dean x Nancy (OC)

Warnings: Doctor Sam, Nurse Dean. Posessive Sam. Tension. Virginity kink. Virginity loss. Someone is absolutely breaking an oath here. Dirty thoughts. Size difference. Size kink. Pining. Masturbation. Praising kink. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Threesome. A little bit of breeding kink. Cockwarming. Daddy kink. Unsafe sex. 

Nancy squeezed her bra strap tightly as she waited for someone to call her name.

The front room was completely empty after the last lady - a pregnant woman - had gone in, and left over five minutes ago.

And yet, Nancy hadn't been called.

The room was in complete silence, so much that was just making her grow more anxious than ever before in her life.

This was the first time she was at Doctor Winchester's office alone. All times before, mum was just by her side.

Right now, though, she was going to go in alone. She was an adult, after all.

It was a little weird to have a male gynaecologist, but he was highly recommended by her mother's doctor, and was covered by her insurance.

After turning eighteen, she didn't feel the need to go back for quite some time. But now, she was thinking that maybe it was time to get on birth control. That meant that she needed to see her doctor again.

Doctor Samuel Winchester.

"Nancy Sousa?" she heard, and looked up quickly, finding a green-eyed man staring at her.

A nurse in blue scrubs was standing in front of her, looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"I'm Nurse Dean Winchester, are you Nancy Sousa?"

The little brunette's eyes stared at him in awe. She didn't know nurses ever came out this pretty.

"Uh..." she mumbled. "Where do I go?"

"I'll take you," Dean smiled.

She nodded slowly, a bit surprised.

Didn’t they have a specific person at the front desk for those things?

Why did the nurse have to come to get her?

And his name…

He threw her a look, and Nancy felt her face burning hot as she blushed.

"Call me Dean, sweetheart," he told her.

She nodded.

"Mister Dean," she corrected herself. "I've never seen you around before."

He raised his eyebrows at the question.

"I'm new," he told her. "Got the job because of my brother, Doctor Samuel."

She looked down at her own hands. Of course. To be this good-looking, he had to be related to doctor Winchester.

"He told me about you," he said, sounding like he was smirking. "You're even prettier than I thought."

Nancy looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and flustered.

"I'd stare at your pussy for free, and Sammy is paid to do that," he chuckled. "Lucky guy."

She choked on her saliva, shocked, but before Nancy could say anything about it, the door to the doctor's office opened, revealing doctor Winchester.

"Thank you, Dean," Samuel said quickly. "Come in, Miss Sousa. I was waiting for you."

Nancy stepped through the door with her face still on fire, and sat down quickly in front of the large white desk in the room.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Doctor Winchester shot her a charming smile.

"Not really," she mumbled. "Uh... the nurse...."

"My brother," he pressed his lips together, looking bothered. "He didn't get the memo that he doesn't have quite that charming of a personality."

She giggled a little, and Sam grinned.

"I suppose your mother is waiting outside?" he asked, writing something down on his computer.

Nancy shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"No, sir, it's just me today," she mumbled.

Doctor Sam hummed a confirmation.

"Of course," he said simply. "A young woman like you needs her privacy."

She nodded, agreeing. It was a little scary to do this, but he was right. She was an adult now, and should consider herself and be treated as such.

"Alright," he looked away from the screen. "Is there anything you're worried about? Any pain, any lump?"

Nancy shook her head.

"And your period?"

"As regular as always," she assured him.

He hummed positively again.

"Any pain during sex I should be worried about?"

She shook her head.

"No pain and no sex," she mumbled.

He hummed a little, looking a little intrigued.

Nancy waited for him to say something about that. It was normal, right, for her doctor to be asking her about her sex life? He was her gyno, after all.

"But I'm dating someone," she said, a little too quickly. "And I may need birth control. Soon."

Doctor Samuel raised his eyebrows, and though he was wearing a mask, Nancy could see he was surprised.

"Well, it is very wise and smart of you to come to me before you do it," he said, finally.

Nancy exhaled, forcing herself to relax.

"Yeah, I... I wanted to make sure I'm doing the right thing," she mumbled.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

"And are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That you want to do it?"

Nancy frowned, looking at him, though it was hard to read his expression under the mask.

Why was he wearing a mask? Wasn't she supposed to be seeing his face before the physical exam?

"I... I don't know?" she stuttered.

He rested his hands on the desk between them, and she couldn't help noticing how big they were.

"How long have you known this guy?" he asked. "I mean, I suppose it is a guy, that is the only sort of relationship that demands you to get birth control."

She nodded, a little embarrassed.

Yes, it was a guy. She had been dating him since before graduation, she trusted him a lot now, he was both her friend and a really good boyfriend.

"I mean, it's been almost a year?" she answered, confused. "It's enough right?"

Doctor Sam sighed, moving to the computer again and writing something down.

"And do you want the pill, an IUD..." he listed. "Maybe an implant?"

Nancy looked in his eyes, realising he wasn't so sure about the last one.

"Which one is quicker?" she mumbled.

"The pill," he told her. "It's the one I recommend the most for someone in your age group."

She nodded slowly.

"You know, it is the most comfortable one in terms of pain and management..." he listed.

That made her frown, confused.

"Pain?" she asked.

Sam confirmed, looking a little worried.

"Well, you know... The insertion and the adjustment period of the IUD and the implant are really hurtful," he told her.

"Oh," she sighed.

Nancy sat back in her seat.

"And with the pill, you just have to remember to take it every day," he said, looking like he was smiling with the way his eyes were squeezed.

She nodded, and he chuckled.

"And if you forget, you'll get a little bum in the oven," he giggled.

Her cheeks heated up in response, and Nancy clenched her hands at the hem of her dress.

"I should put on my gown," she realised.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

“You can go behind the curtain,” he told her. “I’ll just write you a prescription and meet you there in a minute.”

Nancy shot him a confused look, but hurried up when he raised her an eyebrow.

She distinctly remembered how he usually left the room and only came back once her mother told him she was ready. Maybe undressing behind the curtain was the norm, and he was just trying to accommodate mum before?

The short brunette tried to be quick, undressing in a hurry while she listened to him typing something down in his computer, and put the ugly gown on before folding her dress and underwear, placing them on the chair.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he asked, and she could see his silhouette as her doctor rose from his seat.

Nancy’s eyes widened once she saw him on his feet. She had never realised how tall and strong he was before.

"Yes, sir."

She watched as he walked around the door and took the things that were supposed to keep her feet up, and swallowed down, a little nervous.

Doctor Winchester slowly pulled the side of the curtain facing the wall open, and looked at her with soft and sweet eyes.

“Lay down, please.”

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The Traveler - Chapter 2 - Earth 1997 PT 1

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 4505

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, Scary Situations, Separated From Family, Some Fluff.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 2 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 1

The odors and sounds were slightly overwhelming as you attempted to take in your surroundings. There were at least building-looking things here, some plant life, although much smaller than you were used to. It was near sunset, or that was what you had assumed when you looked up at the sky. At least it wasn’t grey like the last place you had been.

I don’t want to be a Traveler.

Just then, something moved about fifty or so feet in front of you, and you quickly covered your ears. It was loud, although it didn’t seem interested in you. You wanted to cry and ran along the side of the building you were near, having no clue you’d been seen. 

You plopped down on the hard ground that felt nothing like anything you’d sat on before, folded your knees up in front of you, and began weeping quietly, still covering your ears. You didn’t hear someone walking toward you, nor did you see them, as your face was buried in your knees.

“Are you okay,” a male voice said, although you didn’t understand him.

You looked up, confused and sad. He looked like a young boy. He had clothes on, but he didn’t have any distinctive features of your kind. The tears fell down your cheeks again. 

“I just want to go home,” you mumbled through sobs. 

He tilted his head as he looked down at you, then crouched with his arms resting on his knees, “I won’t hurt you. You look scared.”

His tone was gentle, even soft, which made you hope he wouldn’t hurt you. You had no idea where you could run in this strange place or how to get out of this particular dimension. When he reached out and took your hand, you let him. He then led you around to the front of the building, unlocked one of the doors, and led you inside. Just as he closed the door, another loud sound came from outside, and you covered your ears.

“I think I have something that might help,” he said, although you still didn’t understand him.

You watched as he went to a bag and rummaged through it, then pulled out something you didn’t recognize before he returned to you. He gently moved your hands from your ears, and his eyes widened when he saw them.

“Oh-, uh, here,” he said, then slipped the thing in his hand over the top of your head. 

It held your ears flat, quieting some of the sounds, “Thank you,” you replied quietly.

“I still don’t know what you’re saying, but you can’t be a monster. You seem too scared,” he chuckled, and you wished you could understand him.

You tilted your head, looking at him for a moment before you looked around the room. It reminded you of a tiny home, but with much different furnishings, although, they were similar at the same time. When you turned your back to him, he gasped.

“Oh my god! You have a tail, too?!” he said, surprised, causing you to look back at him and tilt your head in confusion. “I have to call my brother. He’ll know what to do.”

His words and tone puzzled you, so you just looked around at everything. The textures felt similar but also different. The boy went over to an object and put it to his ear, then spoke into it for a bit before he put it back down. 

Odd. Wonder what that was. I guess the people here talk to objects. Maybe they’re alive or something.

Your mind was swimming with questions you wanted to ask, but you had no idea how to do so with the language gap. 

“Okay. My brother’s on his way. Are you hungry or thirsty?” he spoke to you again, and you frowned a little.

He seemed to understand that you couldn’t understand him, so he went into what you guessed was an area where food was prepared. He pulled a cylindrical container out of one of the cabinets, then filled it with a clear liquid that came out of what you could only assume was the water source. Then, he brought it to you.

Your eyes went from the liquid to him, then back to the liquid, “You drink it,” he told you. Even if you couldn’t understand him, you put the container to your lips, letting the water quench your thirst, even if it did have a slightly funny taste to it.

After finishing the glass, the boy seemed to smile happily, “Want some more?” he asked, and again, you tilted your head. He laughed a little, then refilled it and brought it back to you. You smiled a little, drinking half of it. “Thank you,” you told him.

That was when the door opened, catching your attention. Another man was standing there. He seemed a little older than the one who had been nice to you. You weren’t quite sure what his expression meant. He looked intrigued, confused, worried, and almost mad. You looked back and forth between the two of them as the older one quickly crossed the distance to the younger one.

“What were you thinking? Why would you let something like that in here? It could kill you!” the older one said, somewhat angrily to the younger one.

“Dean, she’s scared. She was crying, and she just appeared out of thin air. We need to help her. Dad saves people. She needs to be saved,” the younger one replied persistently.

The older one groaned, then rubbed his hand down his face. You watched the two of them curiously before you went and sat down on one of the beds, setting the container of liquid down on a small table.

“Sammy, she has a tail. She’s not human,” the older one said, glancing at you.

“She has cat ears, too,” the younger one chuckled, “The cars were loud outside and were hurting her ears, so I gave her my beanie to help.”

“She has ears, too?” the older one asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing back at you, “What’s her name?”

“I don’t know. It’s like she doesn’t understand me. She doesn’t speak English,” the younger one replied, now looking at you as well.

The older one sighed before he came and sat across from you on the other bed. You watched him, tilting your head again in mild curiosity. Then, you took in his features. He had emerald green eyes, reminding you of the wings of the Flutterbugs from back home. You wondered if they shimmered in the sunlight like the wings of the bugs did.

“I’m Dean, that’s my little brother Sammy. How did you get here?” he asked you, and all you could do was sigh, not understanding a single word he’d said. When you frowned and looked down at the floor, he gently set his fingers under your chin, lifting it so you would look at him. Part of the scent you’d been following caught your attention, but you still couldn’t place exactly how to describe it.

“Dean,” he said, then pointed to his chest with his other hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

It was like he could see that you were trying to understand him. He repeated the word again, slowly. It took a few tries, but you finally managed to say the word he’d been coaxing you to say. Then, he pointed to himself, repeating the word. After that, he pointed to you.

“Y/N,” you told him. It took him a few tries, and you repeated your name slowly as he had done his until he could pronounce it.

Well, it was something at least. Now you knew his name. 

Dean looked at his younger brother, “Alright, we’ll help her. She doesn’t seem to be like what we hunt.” The younger one seemed utterly elated at whatever Dean had said. You desperately wanted to talk to them and find out if they could help you. Over the next several hours, both brothers taught you words for things, including their names. It was slow in the beginning until you understood the patterns of the sounds and how they worked together to form the words. They had a much harder time with your language, so you stuck with theirs.

“Do you like pizza?” Dean asked you as he reached for what was called a phone.

You shrugged your shoulders, as you had no idea what pizza was. Sammy, staring at your tail, pulled your gaze to him, and you blinked at him quizically.

“Can I touch your tail?” he asked, more curious than anything.

“Sammy, that’s rude,” Dean told him sternly.

You watched as Sammy looked sad, almost upset with himself for even asking the question. “It is okay,” you replied, remembering what words to use.

His entire face lit up with happiness, which made you smile, “How come you have fangs?” he asked, reaching out and touching your tail.

“My… people. We all do,” you answered. 

“So, you’re like a cat and a human,” he mumbled as he gently held your tail in his hands, watching as the tip of it flicked back and forth lazily because you were relaxed.

Dean hung up the phone, then looked from his brother to you, “Pizza will be here in about twenty minutes.

You nodded, mostly understanding him that food would somehow show up at their place soon. So far, you had managed to cover names, and ages, learned that their father was out on something called a job, that they were brothers, names of the things in the room, and that you were on a place called Earth. The things outside that had made the loud noises were called cars, and people here drove them. This place was utterly bizarre to you.

When the pizza did arrive, there was a knock on the door, to which Dean went over and opened it. He handed another man some paper and then took two square objects from him before closing the door and setting the objects on the table. You sniffed the air. It smelled delicious, and your stomach growled. 

“Sounds like you’re hungry,” Sammy chuckled, making you giggle a little, “Dean, I bet she could eat half of one of those.”

Dean chuckled from the table before bringing over a plate with two triangular objects. You sniffed again. It smelled utterly delicious, and you hoped it tasted as good as it smelled, “Dig in, Sweetheart.”

You looked up at him for a moment. You didn’t know that last word, and he instantly realized your confusion. “It’s just something nice to call someone. Like, uh-, Baby, or Honey,” he explained.

“Oh, uh, thank you, I think,” you replied, somewhat unsure of what else to say.

He laughed a little before he got himself a plate of food, Sammy doing the same, and then the two sat across from you on the other bed. You didn’t want to seem rude, so you waited till they sat down before you set the plate on your legs, picked up one of the triangular pieces of what was called pizza, and took a bite. 

Your eyes widened as you savored all the flavors, wishing you could put an understanding to them, to know what they were called. The brothers watched you, then smiled, seeing how much you were enjoying it.

Sammy got up and grabbed a small, black, rectangular object that had what looked like buttons on the top of it. He pressed one, and a square object began making noise as a moving picture appeared on the front of it. You jumped slightly as your head snapped around, staring at it. You barely noticed Dean smack the back of his brother’s head.

“You could have warned her,” Dean told him sternly.

“Sorry,” Sammy told you, feeling bad he’d scared you.

“It is okay,” you replied, utterly fascinated with it, not taking your eyes from the moving picture box on the other side of the room.

You shifted on the bed so that you were now completely sitting on it, cross-legged, although you had slipped off your shoes. You placed your plate in your lap and stared at the moving picture box, then slid off the thing called a beanie that had been on your head. The sounds weren’t so bad and didn’t hurt your ears. Dean stared at you.

“I told you, she’s a cat girl,” Sammy told him, matter of factly.

“Yeah…” he replied, his voice trailing off.

“What is… a cat… girl?” you asked, not looking over at them, attempting to mimic the words Sammy had used.

Sammy giggled while Dean smirked, then seemed to shake a thought from his mind before he got up and grabbed several rectangular objects with pictures inside them. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he turned pages, then set one of them in front of you.

“This is a cat,” he told you, pointing to a picture.

You looked down at the picture. It was a small, furry creature with ears and a tail similar to yours, just not as fluffy or the same color. It was sitting on a person’s lap. You then looked back up at Dean, slightly puzzled.

“A cat girl is like a girl with cat, uh, features. You know, ears, tail, canines,” Dean explained.

You tilted your head a bit and thought you noticed the tips of his ears turn a pinkish color. Now, you really wanted to learn more of their language so you could learn more about this creature called a cat. However, now that he was this close to you, you could have sworn you could smell something similar to the scent you had been following since your birthday.

“Is that… bad?” you asked, almost worried.

This time, he laughed, and Sammy chuckled, “No. You don’t seem bad. So being a cat girl isn’t bad.”

When he went and sat back down, you nodded a little before looking down at the picture he’d left in front of you. Then, a loud noise came from the moving picture box, causing you to jump slightly. You’d almost forgotten about your pizza until your plate nearly fell off your lap, which you caught quickly. 

“It’s just a movie,” Sammgy giggled, and Dean smacked the back of his head again.

“She doesn’t know what a movie is, and I have no idea how to explain one to her. Be nice,” he told him. 

You only understood some of their words, so you returned to enjoying the pizza and whatever a movie was on the moving picture box. The three of you ate in silence while you focused on the moving picture box. It was one of the objects in the room that the brothers hadn’t told you what it was called. Dean had gotten himself some more pizza at some point. You wanted more but couldn’t seem to pull yourself from what you were watching.

“Did you want some more, Sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

For a moment, you had to think, and remember what the proper response in his language was, “Yes, please.”

He took your plate, adding a couple more slices before returning it to you. You nodded, unable to remember the word for “thank you” in their language.

You ended up eating another three slices after the four you’d already had, completely focused on the moving picture box, which Dean had told you was called a television or TV for short. Sammy had also fallen asleep, but Dean was just watching you. It was far past dark, and you’d normally have been sleeping already, but the TV had your full attention. Watching it was also helping you learn more of their language.

“If you want, you can sleep there. I can share with Sammy,” Dean told you, pulling your gaze from the TV.

“Do you usually share a bed?” you asked him, not wanting to intrude. It was also easier to use their language with as much as you had watched already.

“No. Not usually. I don’t mind, though,” he replied, giving you a soft smile.

You noticed what was called a couch that was against one of the walls of the motel room, “I can sleep over there so you can have your bed.”

Dean furrowed his brow a bit, “It’s alright, Sweetheart. Sleep in the bed. I insist.”

You sighed, feeling bad for intruding into their lives like you had, even if you were thankful for their kindness, “How does sleeping work here?”

He looked at you, slightly puzzled, “Don’t you sleep in a bed where you’re from?” he asked, not understanding your question at all.

You turned to face him, your hands in your lap, “Well, you and Sammy are boys. I am a girl. Do I need to dress a specific way?” you asked, being entirely serious, wanting to be as respectful as possible. You didn’t sleep in clothing at home, but you weren’t at home either.

When the realization hit Dean, you giggled as a blush found its way from the tips of his ears, down his neck, and into his cheeks. “Preferably clothed.”

He got up and rummaged through a cloth bag, then pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt before walking back over to you, “Here. You can wear these tonight. Just, uh, change in the bathroom, with the door closed,” he told you, still blushing.

“You’re nice. Thank you,” you replied, taking the clothes from him and heading into the bathroom.

Thanks to the amount of television you’d watched, you understood the concept of a bathroom in this world. You flicked on the light, only jumping slightly as you saw your reflection in the mirror. You looked filthy. After stipping down, you grabbed what was called a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and began cleaning the dirt off yourself. If only you had something to brush your hair.

After getting clean, you dressed in the clothes Dean had given you, although the pants didn’t have a spot for your tail. Since they were a little baggy, you tucked your tail inside them, then pulled the waistband over the base of your tail before pulling on the slightly oversized shirt he’d let you use.

Dean’s eyes were on you when you exited the bathroom, your clothes in hand, “Thank you,” you told him softly before sitting back on the bed opposite the one where Sammy was sleeping. Dean’s lips curled up on one side in a smirk that seemed happy, then he frowned.

“What happened to your tail?” he asked, completely puzzled.

“Oh, uh. I didn’t want to ruin your pants, so just tucked it inside,” you answered plainly, as you had no intention of keeping his clothes, so you didn’t want to rip them just for one night.

“Doesn’t that mess with your balance?” he asked.

You giggled a little, getting comfortable against the headboard, “Nope. My balance comes from how my bones are in my back and the muscles around them,” you explained.

“Huh. I always thought cats got their balance from their tails,” he mumbled, seeming to be lost in thought, which made you giggle again.

“I want to learn about cats,” you told him, and his gaze met yours.

“How come?” he asked, curious.

“Because you said I’m like one. I’m curious,” you answered, smiling a little.

That made him chuckle, “There’s a library in town. I can take you there after I take Sammy to school tomorrow.”

You furrowed your brows, slightly confused at a couple of his words. You hadn’t heard them yet, nor did you have any clue what they meant.

“Oh, uh. School is where kids go to learn things from adults. A library is a place that is full of books where people can read,” he explained.

For a moment, you thought about his words, doing your best to understand, and you partially did, “Do you go to school?”

He laughed a little, “I’m supposed to, but helping you is more important. Now, why don’t you try to get some sleep,” he told you, turning off the television, much to your disappointment.

You sighed and crawled under the covers on the bed, snuggling up with the pillow. It wasn’t like home, but it wasn’t bad either. The pillow was fluffy, and the coverings were soft and warm. It wasn’t long before sleep found you.

----------------------------------------- Dean’s POV From the moment he’d gotten the call from his little brother, his mind had been racing a million miles a minute. He had thought his brother was smarter than letting some monster into the motel room. Now, he had to leave the girl he’d been flirting with to deal with this. Then, he saw you. Even as dirty as you were, he thought you were beautiful, the tail of yours only adding several dirty thoughts. 

He’d kept a straight face, though, trying to get to the bottom of why Sammy had even let you into the room. Then, he felt bad for you and did what he could to bridge the communication gap. Seeing your ears only made his thoughts worse, as did Sammy’s comment about you being a cat girl.  

Dean had gone with easy stuff, teaching you words for the things in the motel room and ordering something simple for dinner. Watching you watch TV and eat pizza for the first time was hilarious and adorable. You even seemed to catch onto English easier the longer you watched things.

He knew he had blushed when you asked about dressing a specific way. Hell, his thoughts had gone to all sorts of fantasies, but he kept it as professional as he could, even finding you something of his to wear to sleep in. When you had come out of the bathroom cleaned up, it took everything in him not to let his jaw hit the floor. You looked adorable and beautiful in his clothes, which were a bit big on you.

After you lay down, he turned off the lights in the motel room and lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He knew that if he had let you, you probably would have tried to stay up as late as you could just watching the TV. He needed to think, and you needed to sleep.

How the hell am I gonna explain her to Dad if she’s here when he shows back up?

Dean sighed, his arm over his forehead before he turned and looked at you. For a moment, he could have sworn you were purring but couldn’t be sure from how far away he was. He wanted to learn more about you and planned to do just that the following day. You looked so peaceful as you slept. He couldn’t imagine going through what you had n such a short amount of time, let alone at fifteen, and on your birthday of all days. It took him another couple of hours before he finally passed out.

The following morning, Dean woke to find Sam shaking him, “Dean, she’s purring. You gotta hear this,” he said in a hushed but excited whisper.

He let his little brother pull him off the couch and over to the side of your bed. You were, indeed, purring, “Can we keep her?” Sammy asked, looking up at his brother.

“She’s not a pet, Sammy. She’s got a home and family out there somewhere,” he replied, although he wouldn’t have minded keeping you. “Now, get ready for school. I’m gonna stay here with her and see if there's anything that I can find to help her get back home.”

Sammy groaned quietly before he did what his brother had told him to. Dean, however, stood there, just watching you sleep. You looked peaceful, almost happy, and a small smile had played along his lips. You moved in your sleep, now lying on your back, your ears twitching a bit. 

“You should wake her up. That way, she doesn’t wake up here alone,” Sam told him, pulling him from his thoughts.

Dean sighed, wondering how long he’d been standing there watching you. Then he crouched down next to your bed, gently shaking your shoulder. “Y/N, hey, wake up, Sweetheart,” he told you softly.

You yawned, then stretched, your arms over your head before looking at him sleepily, “Morning,” you replied with a content smile.

He smiled at you, “I didn’t want you to wake up alone here. I have to take Sammy to school, but I’ll come right back with some breakfast.”

“Okay,” you replied, sitting up in the bed, stretching again.

“Morning, Y/N,” Sammy told you with a happy grin, “When you purr, it’s cute,” he giggled.

For a moment, you looked at him, entirely puzzled by what he might have meant, and then you smiled a little, “I make that sound when I’m happy or content, and it happens when I sleep.”

“Can we keep you?” he asked, and you found him utterly adorable.

Dean smacked the back of his head just as you were about to answer him, “You are both nice, but, I want to go home. My parents are probably worried.” Both brothers picked up on a hint of sadness in your tone.

“I’ll see what I can find today to try to help,” Dean told you, then looked down at his brother, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking at the floor, then up at you, “Will you be here when I get out of school?” Sammy asked, looking hopeful.

“I do not know. I do not have a choice when I end up in a new place,” you replied quietly, then looked down at the bed in front of you.

“Well, I hope to see you before you go,” Sammy told you, then hugged you.

It surprised you, but you smiled softly and hugged him back. It made you miss your parents and the others in your village, but you did your best not to let it show. Dean caught it all, though, as reading people was something his father had been teaching him so he could be a better hunter. He didn’t say anything, not about that.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he told you, realizing he hadn’t explained how to read a clock or what time was.

“Okay,” you replied, giving them both a small smile, then watched the two of them leave.

On the way to take Sammy to school, the two talked, although Dean was more in his head than focusing on the conversation. He was still attempting to come up with a way to help you get home, but he had no idea how to open a portal to another dimension. Then there was the issue of if their father showed up while you were there. He had no clue how he was going to explain that one or how the man would react to you. 

----------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 PT. 2

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Drake Rodger x Fem!Reader

2,243 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Mutual Masturbation, Age Gap, (Reader is in her late 30s), Fluffy, Sexy, Yummy Smluff

~John Winchester has a hard life and an even harder time keeping his mind off of young Y/N.~

John Winchester x Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

1,998 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Age Gap, Masturbation, Longing

~Alone and unprepared, Y/N goes to collect Dean from the bar and convince him to come home. Sam says he has a cure, and she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try to get Dean on board...~

Demon!Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

6,331 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Angst, Smut, Demonic Charm, Fingering and Fucking, Mild Violence, Canon Everything, Choking During Sex, Choking not during sex, Lose of consciousness, Yada Yada

A Story from the YOU Universe

~Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.~

Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) x F!Reader

5,019 Words

Warnings: NSFW.

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Make a Memory (Ch. 3)

Dean x F!Oc

Summary: Lillian is sitting in the dungeon when she gets an unexpected guest.

Warnings: Season 8-15 spoilers.

Word Count: 1.4k

Song:

My Alcoholic Friends

A/N: Chapter 3! Hope you enjoy! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!

Dean

I walked out of the dungeon and started down the hall, trying to find Sam. I walked past Jack's room and was just about to turn the corner when the kid crossed my mind. 

He’d been in there a while…maybe I should check to see if he's still alive in there?

I turned on my heels and started back down the hall, knocking on his door. 

“Hey, Jack, we’re back.” I called to him. I waited for a minute before I heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. 

Jack has been having a rough couple of weeks, he hasn’t even left his room. 

I knew I wasn't going to get a response so I just walked away. I stopped by the kitchen to grab me and Sam a beer. Sam was sitting at the radar looking at something on his computer, so I sat across from him. 

“Here you go.” I handed the cold beer to Sam, who grabbed it without looking away from his computer. “What are you looking at? Porn?” 

“No,” Sam snapped, disgust pulling to his face, “dude--I’m researching her.” He twisted his beer cap off and took a swig.

“Oh, have you found anything?” Without moving his head, Sam glanced up at me. He was giving me that look. 

I hate that look.

“What? I'm just asking!” Sam chuckled and reverted his eyes back to his computer. 

“Sure, man, just asking.” Sam said sarcastically, still looking at his computer. I narrowed my eyes at him and took a swig of my beer. 

“I hate you.” Sam got a chuckle out of that.

Lillian 

I’m bored out of my mind.

This room is so weirdly built.

Did Dean not learn anything from the car experience? 

Are those enochian cuffs?

I can’t just sit here without anything to do. 

Shit--is that a witch stone? How did they get that?

I promise I'll go crazy by the end of the day.

Why didn’t they close th-

“Dean.” A booming voice called.

Whose that? 

“Sam?” The voice called again. The door creaked open, and standing on the other side was a man. He was wearing a suit and over top he had a tan trench coat on. He took a step forward so he was more in the light. He had black hair and two feathery wings--like ravens.

Wait.

Wings?

“You must be Castiel. The Winchester's pet angel.” He paused, titling his head in thought. 

“How do you know that I'm an angel?” He asked.

“You’re wings.” His face changed from confused to scared.

“Oh, alright.” I could tell he was trying to keep his voice as normal as he could. He then whipped around and darted down the hall. I could hear him screaming for Sam and Dean. 

Oops. 

I didn't mean to scare him. I thought it was pretty funny though. 

A couple minutes have gone by since the conversation I had with Castiel before I heard the door creep open again. This time it opened slowly. Once it was fully open I could see that there was another guy. 

Jeez, how many of them are there? 

He walked through the door frame and all the way to where the room changes from a storage room to the dungeon. I could fully see him now. He was young, maybe in his twenties. He was wearing a red crew neck and a pair of jeans. His hair was honey brown and his eyes were bright blue. 

I should also add that he's not human. I have no idea what he is though. He has brown wings--wings that shine like the rising sun.

He felt like an angel, but also like a human…but then the power radiating off him was nothing like I had ever felt before. 

He was…interesting. Very interesting.

“Hello!” He said in a chipper tone, holding up one hand almost like a wave but it was very stiff and unmoving.

“Hello…” 

“My name is Jack!” He now had a smile on his face. “What's your name?”

“Um…Lillian.” 

“Why are you in here? Did you hurt someone?”

“No…well, not on purpose.” He tilted his head slightly to the right and furrowed his brow. “I got a little carried away.” 

“I understand that. That happens to me all the time.” His chipper tune turned sore quickly. “Maybe a little too much.” He tilted his head down to the floor, almost like he was disappointed in himself. 

“What do you mean ‘a little too much’?” His head snapped back up at me.

“I always end up hurting people whenever I try to help.” 

“I highly doubt that's your fault.” I said, knowing too well how he felt. I used to feel like this until I realized that it’s not about me and all about what my power wants to do. “What are you?” His chipper attitude came back with a smile. 

“Jack!” 

…Not what I asked. 

I like this kid. He reminds me of my youngest sister, Lindsey. 

I miss her.

“It's nice to meet you Jack.” I chuckled, looking back up at him with a smile. He smiled right back. 

“Wait,” Jack said suddenly. “I have an idea. Stay here.”

“Couldn't move if I wanted to.” I huffed in amusement.

“Good.” Then he whipped around and walked back out of the dungeon.

A couple minutes passed and he came bouncing back in. Except this time he had something in his hand. It was something silver. Something that rattled like metal clanging together.

“What's in your hand?” I ask him, squinting my eyes to try and see it better.

“Keys.” Jack lifted his hand up showing me the key for the cuffs. 

Thank god.

“They’re letting you let me out?” I asked him as he unlocked the cuffs around my wrists and cut the ropes off my feet. 

“Oh no, they would never let me do that.”

Great.

“C’mon, you must be hungry. We have food in the kitchen!” I stood up, shaking my head out of amusement as Jack turned back around to leave the dungeon. I was quick to follow him, finding the halls brightly lit and tiled. Lining the walls were many dark woodend, numbered doors.

Once we got to the kitchen Jack showed me the fridge and the pantry. They were both empty, except for the stash of beers in the fridge, and the few ingredients they had in the pantry. 

“There is nothing here to eat. What do they feed you?” I asked Jack out of disbelief. 

“We mainly get take out. There's a bunch of places in town.” I shook my head disapprovingly.

“Here, I'm going to whip you up something yummy.” I opened the pantry and grabbed the only edible things in there which was a box of pasta, a couple slices of cheese, a whole bunch of bacon, and tomato sauce. 

Just as I poured the pasta into the pot of boiling water, Sam and Dean came charging into the kitchen pointing their guns at me. Their pet angel came rushing after them.

“Haven’t we been through this before boys?” Sam glances around the kitchen to find Jack sitting at the dining room table, that bright smile of his still plastered on his face.

“Jack?” Sam asked. I don't know why he was so surprised to see him but I just kept cooking the dinner I was preparing. “You’re out of your room?” 

“Yes.” He said matter-of-factly. “I like her.” He told the three of them as he pointed at me. 

“What are you making?” Dean asked, “I smell bacon.” 

“Pasta. I just grabbed what I found in this very empty kitchen and threw it together.” Dean and Sam looked at each other, before looking back at Castiel. 

“Jack, come here.” Dean waved Jack over before shooting me an obviously fake smile. “Give us one second.” Dean said, holding his pointer finger up empathize before leading Jack into the hallway. Sam and Castiel followed after them.

I shrugged, turning back, continuing to cook dinner.

Shortly after they had left, they came back in. Jack was quick to sit back down at the table and the other three sat down with him. I guess they decided to keep me, at least for a little bit. 

“Here you go.” I placed a bowl filled with pasta in front of each of them. I sat down next to Jack and in front of Dean. 

We ate dinner and talked. Dean made jokes that weren’t good but we all laughed anyway.

 I think I'm actually starting to like these guys. I've been by myself for so long that I forgot what it's like to have a nice sit down dinner…it’s kinda nice.

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INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

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Mirth’s Masterlist

Explore: my everything tag | myotps

WIPs

Time After Time: (Peaky Blinders, Tommy Shelby x OC/Reader) You have been told by your mother since the moment you were born that you had the gift of prophecy. Convenient, since you managed to mysteriously transport back into time by one hundred years. What happens when you become wrapped up in the Shelby’s family business after the brothers return from the war? Will you ever get back to your own time or figure out how you got to Small Heath in 1918?

Reader Insert (tumblr): masterlist OC (multi-chapter): ao3 | moodboard

Once Upon a Supernatural Time: (Supernatural x Once Upon a Time, Dean Winchester x Emma Swan) Henry Mills needs help convincing his new-found mother, Emma Swan, to believe in magic so she can break Storybrooke's curse. Could Dean and Sam Winchester be just the help he needs to get Emma to believe? Or will they also need some convincing? Dean's dealt with a lot of things - demons, angels, witches, werewolves - but magic may be a bit out of his belief system.

Explore: ao3 | moodboards & manips

Our Lie Abilities: (Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski x Lydia Martin) She's a famous actress recovering from a difficult hiatus. He's a member of a band just trying to make it. They're lying to the world - but can Lydia and Stiles lie to themselves? Fake dating, non-supernatural AU.

Explore: ao3 | moodboards & manips

Doctor Who University: (Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler) Rose Tyler is still mourning the loss of her beloved mentor when she starts a new semester of classes. Unexpectedly, she develops a strong bond with his replacement - a tall, thin professor with really great hair. [currently on hiatus]

Completed

Once Upon a Time, Emma Swan x Killian Jones

Tonight You’re Mine: Two feuding band members are handcuffed together at the Enchanted Music Festival. Emma Swan, part of a rising rock band, can't stand the egotistical Killian Jones, lead man of the popular group Skull Rock. How will they survive the festival and both perform before they find a way to become free of each other?

Explore: ao3 | moodboards & manips

The Princess Bride: As the Enchanted Forest teeters on the verge of war, the reluctant Princess Emma is devastated by the loss of her true love, kidnapped by a mercenary & his henchmen, rescued by a pirate, forced to marry a prince, & rescued once again by the very crew who took her. Foiling their plans & jumping into their story is Killian, Emma's true love & friend to a dangerous pirate.

Explore: ao3 | manips

Much Ado About Nothing: Shakespeare's comedy meets Once Upon a Time. Emma as Beatrice, Killian as Benedick, Snow as Hero, and David as Claudio. A story of gossip, rumors, sarcasm, scandal, and manipulation tied up with a bow of romance and humor. What could possibly go wrong?

Explore: ao3 | moodboards & manips

Overdue: (one-shot) CS College AU. Someone keeps forgetting to return the book Emma Swan needs to complete her report, so she tracks him down and forces him to hand it over. Based on tumblr prompt.

Supernatural x Once Upon a Time Crossover

Swan Hunting: Dean Winchester embarks on one of his first solo hunts since his brother went off to college. But as he searches for answers, he becomes acquainted with a certain blonde waitress he met in the most unconventional way. A young Dean/Emma AU.

Other Swanchester One-Shots: a collection of one-shots usually accompanied by a manip.

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Birthday - Winchester Brothers Imagine [Supernatural]

Title: Birthday

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader (11)

Word Count: 943 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: [Season 4] A lot was already going on when Sam and Dean decided to take in a ten-year-old (Y/n). When the kid's birthday rolls around, the brothers go out of their way to ensure that (Y/n) knows that they weren't taking this commitment lightly.

Author's Note: I should write for all of my OCs more, but especially this one. I think about it a lot. So, as an apology for neglecting it, I wrote something cute.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE

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It had started with a casual question when the boys had first taken me in.

They had stopped at a motel during the drive from my childhood home to Bobby's place. That was when Sam asked about my birthday. I told him, but I didn't think that either one of them would remember. They both seemed busy at the time.

It wasn't until later that I would learn that both of them had committed that date to memory.

It was early. Really early.

I woke up to noise downstairs. Thumping of boots against the ground. The sound of the front door opening and closing. Muffled voices.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I pulled myself out of bed.

It wasn't until I made it to the living room that I saw what was happening.

The kitchen had been decorated. There was a banner across the entrance. There were a few balloons on the table. A gift bag was sitting next to it. Sam, Dean, and Bobby were muttering to each other next to the fridge, but I couldn't see what was in their hands.

"What's going on?"

The fridge door was quickly slammed shut and they all faced me.

"You're up early," Dean noted.

"I heard a lot of noise down here," I mumbled as I looked up at the banner over the entrance.

"Happy birthday," he added.

"You guys remembered?"

It was a heartbreaking thought to have at that age. That no one was going to think of you on your birthday. I knew that none of my friends were going to call, but knowing that my parents also weren't going to be there had left a pit of dread in my stomach.

"Of course, we did," he replied. "That's why we asked."

I just nodded.

"Come on. Sit down."

Dean kind of pushed me over to the table. Sam and Bobby followed close behind us both.

The gift bag was placed right in front of me after that.

In the short time I had known Dean, I had never seen him smile like that. It was like a kid in a toy store. Sam was smiling too, but his smile was being interrupted by moments spent chuckling at his older brother's giddiness.

I reached into the bag, pushing the tissue paper out of the way. On the very top was a journal. A nice one. Leather-bound with plenty of pages. I placed it on the table, running my finger along the cover's edge and the knot that was holding it closed.

"I thought you'd like it," Sam said. "You can use it for whatever. Dream journal, ideas, write down the stupid stuff Dean does so you remember it-"

"Keep opening," Dean cut his brother off.

"Thank you," I looked at Sam. "I really like it."

Sam's shoulders relaxed a bit as he nodded.

I reached into the bag again. Right under the notebook was a folded-up button-up shirt. When I pulled it out of the bag, Dean stood up to show off the same shirt.

"We're twins!"

Sam and Bobby both sighed and looked down for a moment. I just laughed.

"My gift's on the coffee table," Bobby spoke up after Dean finally sat down.

I nodded and walked out there. There was a box of some kind, tied together with some yellow ribbon. I'm assuming that it was what Bobby had in the house at the time.

I pulled the ribbon loose and opened the box. "Is this a knife?"

Sam and Dean's eyes snapped over to Bobby.

It was definitely a knife. A switchblade with a deep red handle. I turned it over a few times, watching the light from the window bounce off the blade. I carefully closed it.

Sam spoke up first, "You bought them a knife?"

"I thought eleven was a little young for a gun," Bobby shrugged. "They need something to defend themself with until we get 'em properly trained."

"We don't want 'em to train," Dean argued.

"Don't got much of a choice, it's gonna happen, Dean. Kid's part of the family now."

I put the knife down and ran over, hugging Bobby as soon as I got to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, kid," he muttered back.

I moved to hug Dean next, who seemed to immediately relax as I did so. And then, Sam. He grinned as he hugged me.

"Thank you, guys," I repeated as I stepped back.

"Well, day's not over yet," Dean said. "The three of us are going to have a nice day out. Sam and I aren't running off on any hunts or looking for any hunts. And then, at the end of the day, we're gonna come back here and have a great dinner. Then, cake. Don't look in the fridge, got it?"

"Got it," I nodded.

"Now, go get ready, got a long day planned."

I nodded again before going to run back upstairs.

I paused at the steps before running back to grab my gift bag with my new shirt and journal.

I think that was the first day that I thought about how lucky I was. All things considered, being with Sam and Dean may have been the best outcome. If it wasn't for them, I would be stuck with relatives I didn't know or in a foster care system with no one.

Here, I had someone. I had people that truly cared. I had a journal for notes and a stupid matching shirt. I mattered. I wasn't forgotten about or left to figure it all out on my own.

And that meant more to me than I would ever be able to explain.

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Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Sirens vs Soulmates

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jake ‘hangman’ seresin x floyd!hunter!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n floyd, robert floyd, dean winchester, sam winchester, bradley bradshaw, the dagger squad, castiel, oc! jimmy (he’s the medical examiner

warnings: THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, language, death, suicide, depression, insecurites, cheating, SMUT, blood, legal age drinking, knives, guns, cannon violence, soulmates, i’m sorry if i missed any, please let me know and I will add it to the list

word count: ~12.6k 

a/n: this is a supernatural/top gun crossover fic, this was inspired by @fandomxpreferences and this post and i hope i did the idea justice

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while this could be considered a soulmate au, it’s not as obvious as some

like mentioned in the warning, this fic contains sensitive themes, reader discrection is advised

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Dean yanked open the car door, letting your head drop. “Fuck!” You hissed when the movement startled you awake.

“Get up, we’re here,” he gruffed out, adjusting his suit jacket. You sat up, flipping him off as you rolled your neck, trying to release the tension caused by your awkward sleeping angle.

You got out of the car, stretching your back and checking your badge. “NCIS Special Agent Gibbs?” You arched an eyebrow at both Winchesters. “Are you trying to get us caught?” “You don’t even know our names yet,” Dean retorted defensively.

Sliding your badge into your jean pocket, you held out your other hand for theirs. “Well, show me.” Sam chuckled and slapped his badge into your hand. You opened it and looked over his credentials. “NCIS Special Agent Sam David?” You pronounced it ‘David’ and not ‘Da-veed’. He nodded, “Helps to keep it a little less suspicious.” You hummed and held your hand out for Dean’s.

He arched a challenging brow, hoping you would drop it. But you pressed and arched a brow right back. He held your eye contact, his eyes cutting as he squinted hoping to intimidate you. You held it, eyes squinting slightly as you held your chin high.

Finally his resolve broke and he rolled his eyes, fishing his badge out of his jacket pocket.

“That wasn’t so hard was it.” You smirked and opened it, “NCIS Special Agent Dean Shepard.” You scoffed and tossed it to him. “Wow, okay. Let’s just get these autopsy results before real NCIS Agents get here.”

You walked ahead going right in with the brothers trailing behind you.

Flashing the badge to the receptionist, “NCIS Special Agent Gibbs. My partners and I are here to talk to the ME. He knows we’re coming.” You made sure to add authority to your voice to show you wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and that you meant business. Sam and Dean flashed their badges and you were immediately brought back.

“I was wondering when NCIS was gonna show up. Who’s in charge?” Dean stepped forward, “That would be-” The ME shook his head, “No. You’re not in charge.” He looked at you, “You must be Agent Gibbs?”

You fought a smirk and walked forward, “Yeah. That’s me.” You gestured to the latest victim, a young Naval aviator, “Cause of death the same as the other victims?” He nodded, “Yup, gunshot to the temple, gun residue on his dominant hand.” “So why were you waiting on NCIS if you confirmed it a suicide?” You crossed your arms. “Because none of these sailors have a history of depression or suicidal tendencies. And I already told you over the phone Y/N, that I found high levels of oxytocin in all 4 sailors. We both know it’s a siren.”

The brothers shared a confused look behind you.

Sam spoke first, “Hold on, so you know each other?” You nodded, “Went to high school in Wyoming together. Our fathers were best friends, and they went on hunts pretty often.” Sam scoffed, impressed by you. Dean smirked, also impressed but a little upset you didn’t tell them you knew more than you let on.

“You didn’t think to tell us you knew what was happening?” Dean asked, hands on his hips. “Honestly, Dean, I'm surprised you didn’t make the siren joke beforehand. Cause if you had, I might have said something.”

You turned back to your friend, “Jimmy, do you know where sailors and pilots usually like to hang out? Let off some steam?” He nodded, “Yeah, The Hard Deck. It’s the bar closest to the Air Base. You’ll be greeted by a sea of khaki when you walk in.” You nodded, “Thank you, I’ll keep in touch.”

All three of you left and went to the car.

“You’ve got friends in high places Y/N,” Sam said, a smirk on his face as he opened his door. “Oh you don’t even know the half of it.”

Dean turned to you once you slid into the backseat, “How do you have great relations with these people? Everywhere we go, some agent or officer is trying to arrest or kill us.” You shrugged, “I just have a way with people I guess. I try to work with the law instead of against it.”

“You just tell people you’re hunting monsters?” You shrugged, “When you’re in rural areas, they have folklore, use that to your advantage. But in others you just have to either work with the law or let them get themselves into trouble and save their ass.”

Dean rolled his eyes and drove to the bar.

******

When you pulled in you shucked your jacket and gun, but held onto your badge.

“Hey, your gun?” Dean questioned, not seeing it in your waistband when you adjusted your white shirt. You shook your head, “I don’t need it. This is a bar full of Navy personnel, and I’ve had my fair share of bar fights. I think I’ll be fine.”

Dean looked at Sam, thinking maybe he could talk some sense into you. But Sam only shrugged and laughed. “Dean, we literally pulled her out of a bar fight the first time we met her. She’s fine.”  Dean grumbled, not pleased with the fact that you just went in places unarmed considering you knew what lurked in the shadows.

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You walked in, giving polite nods to the older officers that were in the room and going right up to the bar.

Penny noticed you and came over, “Hi, what can I get you?” You smiled at her, pulling out your badge, “Not drinking tonight. But is it possible if I could ask you a few questions?” She did a quick once over of the bar, “Of course, what do you need to know?” You pulled out the photos of the dead sailors and pilot. “Did you see any of these men here in the past few weeks?” She frowned, “Yes, I did. They were regulars, nice guys -a little cocky- but nice. Shame what happened, they never once gave the impression of being depressed.”

She wiped down the table out of habit. “Why is NCIS looking into suicides?” You leaned against the bar, “Well, we think it may not have been suicides.” She nodded, humming a little, “Anything I can do to help?” You nodded, “Did any of them leave with someone the night they died? Someone they didn’t arrive with?” Penny shrugged, “I’m not sure. Except Lieutenant Crole did leave with a woman pretty early in the night. She came over to him and they hit it off.” “Did you catch her name?” “Haley? Hannah? Something like that.”

“Penny, m’dear,” a voice drawled next to you. “Could I get another round?” You looked over to find a taller man around 6 foot -maybe- with tan skin, sun bleached hair, and striking green eyes. He noticed you looking and smirked at you, “And, uh, whatever she’s having can go on my tab.” You huffed out a laugh, holding up your badge again. “Sorry, cowboy, I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He frowned a little, “Shame, maybe some other time.” He winked at you and something stirred in your chest.

Penny came back with a tray loaded with bottles. She smirked a little at the interaction happening in front of her, “Hangman, this is Agent…” You held your hand out for him to shake, “Gibbs.” Jake gave you an amused look and shook your hand, “Like the show?” You sighed, smiling a little, “Yeah, like the show.” “Well, let’s hope you’re not as rough around the edges.” You hummed a little, “Rougher.” “Now you’re teasin’ me.”

“Agent Gibbs was asking about those sailors,” Penny prompted him. “Oh the ones that committed suicide?” “Well, we’re thinking it may not be suicide. Did you know any of them?” He shrugged, gathering the drinks, “Knew of them, didn’t know them personally. But some members of my team did.” You eyed the drinks, “Here, let me help you.” You grabbed a few and followed him over.

You both sat the drinks down. “Thanks for the help.” “No problem Lieutenant.” You wiped the condensation on your jeans as you turned around and began to go meet Sam and Dean at the bartop.

“Who’s your friend?” You heard someone ask from behind you, making you stop. “Oh, this is Special Agent Gibbs with NCIS,” Hangman introduced with a smirk, knowing he roped you into the little group.

You turned and nodded to the group, “Hi.” You felt extremely shy and out of your element all of sudden, being under the eyes of at least 7 or so pilots.

“Agent, this is my team. The guy with the pornstache is Rooster, next to him is Phoenix, that’s my best friend Coyote, they’re Payback and Fanboy, and that little wallflower over there is Bob,” Hangman introduced the group by their call signs.

You scanned the group as he did so, waving back when they waved. But when he got to Bob, your stomach turned. “Shit,” you huffed out quietly.

If Hangman heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Agent Gibbs is here investigating the deaths of those sailors and Lieutenant Crole.” “The suicides?” You pulled your eyes from your brother and nodded at the man introduced as Fanboy, “We’re thinking it may not be as simple as it looks. 4 in the course of a month, all in the same fashion… We just want to cover our bases.”

You pulled out a card, “If any of you know anything, you can contact me here.” You dropped it onto the table allowing them to do whatever with it.

“Hey, Floyd, weren’t you close with Petty Officer Chase?” Phoenix asked her backseater, leaning on her pool cue. Bob looked down at his cup of peanuts, “Yeah, I was. We were on the same carrier for a deployment I was on.” You looked at him, “Would you be comfortable answering some questions?” Bob looked up holding eye contact with you and he nodded, but you could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t happy.

You walked over to an area that was close to the group but secluded enough that they wouldn’t hear.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed out, pushing his glasses up. “I’m supposed to be asking the questions here Robert.” “Okay, ask them.” “Do you know who he left with the night he died?” “Y/N, this isn’t the type of case you think it is.” You put your hands on your hips, “Robby, Jimmy found raised levels of oxytocin in their system. It’s exactly what I think it is.” “Just because they had sex before they died doesn’t mean it’s a monster.” You tossed your arms out to your side, “Who offs themselves right after sex, Bob?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders to try and get his point across, which caught the attention of the two brothers at the bar. “Shit, Dean-” Sam got his attention and Dean looked over, “Son of a bitch.” They got up and headed your way.

Bradley clocked the two hunters, seeing the looks on their faces and following their line of sight. “Hey, Hangman, they’re headed towards Floyd.” “Son of a bitch.” They put their cues down and cut off the Winchesters.

Jake and Bradley were toe-to-toe with Dean and Sam.

“Lieutenants,” Sam greeted, nodding to them but his eyes were looking around Rooster at you and Bob. Both tried to walk around the pilots but they stepped with them. “We can’t let you do that,” Jake said, holding intense eye contact with Dean, matching the determined expression. “That’s our teammate and he’s in a very serious conversation with someone.”

Dean pulled his badge out, frustrated, “Yeah with our boss.” Sam called out to you, holding eye contact with Bradley, “Y/N? Everything okay over there?”

“Bobby, you know I’m right,” you managed to say before Sam caught your attention. You turned, seeing both brothers staring down the two pilots. “Yeah, I’m fine Sam.” Bob turned you around by your shoulder, “You’re working with the fucking Winchesters?” “Who I work with is none of your business.”

You sighed, “Look, I’m not gonna ask for your help. I know this isn’t the life you wanted. But you need to let me do my job.” He rested his hands on his hips, huffing out a defeated sigh. You smiled, “Just watch your six, okay? And keep an eye out for your team.” “Don’t do anything stupid.” You chuckled and walked towards the four men, “No promises Robby.”

When you walked over, you had to fight the urge to laugh seeing the men staring each other down.

“Do we have a problem?” You asked, crossing your arms and arching a brow. They stepped away from each other. “No, Agent Gibbs, no problem here,” Rooster said, going back to the pool table. You looked at Jake, expecting an answer from him as well. “Everything’s just peachy, Agent.” He walked past you, winking as he passed.

You rolled your eyes, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you shook your head. You looked at Sam and Dean, and pointed to the door, “Outside.”

Once you were outside, you threw your arms out to the side. “What the hell was that?” Sam scoffed, “He put his hands on you. We didn’t need you getting-” “He’s my brother. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight.”

Dean held up a hand, “Wait, you have a brother?” You nodded, “That’s what I said.” “And he’s in the Navy?” You nodded, “Yeah, joined right out of high school.” “He left you?” “Dean, he doesn’t want this life. Our dad wasn’t going to hold him back from what he truly wanted to do. He just made sure that he could protect himself.” He scoffed, “Must be nice.”

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s just go to the motel. Gather intel and I’ll try to figure out if any of the victims had anything in common with each other. Then I’ll go and try to spot the siren in the bar.” “Why you? Why not one of us?” Sam asked. “Because my uncle told me all about that one time you both encountered a siren and nearly killed each other. I’m not letting you anywhere near this one.”

You got in the car without another word and they followed.

*******

Sam hung up the phone. “Okay so that was Petty Officer Langdon’s commanding officer and he said that Langdon didn’t give any sign of being depressed, if anything he was overly confident and very sure of himself. But that can often be a defense mechanism, so we can’t be sure he didn’t talk to family or friends about how he was feeling.”

You groaned, rubbing your face. This was going to take a while if you didn’t have someone on the inside. You threw your head back and blinked at the ceiling, “Okay, we need to get in contact with the families of those we can and talk to their coworkers.”

Dean swirled his beer in the bottle, “You know. People tell their secrets to bartenders all the time, maybe that Penny is our siren.” You nearly laughed, “I already looked into it, Penny’s been running that bar for three years. She's got a daughter and is currently in the process of getting married to a naval captain. But nice try.”

You got up and grabbed your things. “Okay, I’m gonna turn in, tomorrow I’ll get stuff together and talk to the families. You both can talk to the coworkers.” “Since when are you in charge?” Dean asked. “The moment I found out my brother was here.”

*******

You walked into Sam and Dean’s motel room, “Okay, that went better than I thought.” “Well, you seem to be the only one,” Sam huffed out, rubbing his forehead. Dean slammed the fridge and leaned against it and drank from his bottle, “Yeah, turns out, guys don’t talk about their feelings. Especially military men- feelings aren’t really their thing.” You scoffed, “Feelings aren’t your thing either Dean.”

He rolled his eyes, “What did you find out?” You sat on the back of the couch, crossing your arms, “Sailors may not tell their friends about their problems, but they tell their siblings.”

“Turns out, each of these sailors experienced a pretty bad break up a few months ago. All at different times of course. They were all cheated on, while on deployment,” you explained. “They confided in their younger siblings, saying that being gone all the time made it hard and that they felt it was deserved. Really sad honestly.”

Dean nodded, “So, we just need to keep an eye on those moping or showing out at the bar and follow them when they leave.” He shrugged, sitting his drink down, “Sounds simple enough.” He started to change.

You arched a brow at him, “Where are you going?” He paused, “The bar.” “Well, good luck because it’s Sunday and the Hard Deck’s closed on Sundays,” Sam smugly said with a smirk. Dean tossed his hands out to the side, “There are other bars aren’t there?” “Not sailor bars,” you said, looking down at your boots.

Dean shrugged off his jacket, “You guys are no fun.”

*******

“Hey Bob?”

Bob lifted his head from his book, “Yeah Hangman?” “You seemed pretty close with Agent Gibbs the other night,” Jake lifted a suggestive brow, playing with the pencil in his hand. Bob’s brow furrowed and he pushed his glasses up, “How do you mean?” Jake shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. She called you ‘Robert’ and you called her ‘Y/N’, I’d say that’s pretty close.”

Bradley laughed from his seat, “Why do you care so mu-” His mouth dropped, “Oh shit, you’ve got a thing for an NCIS Special Agent!” Bob’s eyes widened. “Did you see her? Those jeans fit her in all the right ways-” “She would kick your ass, Bagman,” Rooster howled out another laugh.

But the jab only made him smirk, “Well, maybe I like ‘em that way.”  

That made the WSO cringe, “Gross. I don’t need to know about your preferences, Seresin.” “Are you datin’ her Floyd? Cause if you are I’ll take my eyes elsewhere.” “No, I’m not dating her. We grew up together, she’s like a sister to me.” He started reading again.

Jake shared a look with Bradley, who just rolled his eyes.

********

You watched your flair bottom jeans slide over your lace underwear in the mirror, “Damn my ass looks great in these jeans.”

Sitting on the bed you grabbed your cowboy boots and slipped them on.

“Hey, Y/N- WOAH!” Sam covered his eyes with his hand. You looked up at him, confused for a moment before realizing you still only had a bra on your top half. Dean walked in, “Nice bra.” “Thanks.”

You dug in your bag for a silk, sage green button up.

Once it was slid over your shoulders, you told Sam he was fine to look.

“So, what’s the plan?” He asked, hands on his hips. You buttoned the shirt and tucked it in, “Well, we go to the Hard Deck, and we watch for anything suspicious.” You fixed your hair and touched up your makeup. “I’m gonna keep my eye on my brother and-” “Lieutenant Seresin?” Dean asked, eyebrow raised as his voice took on a lilt.

“Well yeah,” you slid your hands into your back pockets. “He’s just as much at risk as any of the others. Why’d you say it like that?” Dean scoffed, “You don’t think we noticed the way you both were looking at each other the other night.” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know what you think you saw. But we’re here to work a case, not get laid.”

Dean chuckled as you walked past him to get your things, “Sounds like you need to get laid, Y/N.” You glared at him, “Shut up.”

You slid your gun into your purse, “I’ll see you there.” You adjusted your shirt how you wanted it and grabbed your keys. “Oh, will you make sure to go get those samples? I called Jimmy earlier, he’s expecting you guys.”

********

Jake was sitting at the bar, talking to a girl.

He couldn’t help but to think, This girl is perfect. She understands me, likes the same music I do. Likes the same drinks I do. She likes pool.

But something was off.

She wasn’t you.

Jake wasn’t sure what it was, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. While he hadn’t shown it, he felt this sense of clarity when he met you. This connection. Call him crazy if you want – but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Which is why he was nearly bursting at the seams when he saw you walk in.

He was so enamored with you that he didn’t see the girl switch their beer bottles. “Hey, Lieutenant, how about a game-” “Hey, look, this was fun and all, but I don’t see us going any further tonight. Both of these drinks are on me,” Jake slapped a fifty on the table. “Get yourself whatever with the change.”

And just like that he was walking away from the bar and towards you.

*****

You looked around, looking for anything suspicious when Hangman entered your field of view.

“What do we have here? Agent Gibbs, good to see you again,” he sent you an award winning smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you looked him up and down, those khakis hugged him just right. “See something you like?” You smirked, “Yeah, the bar.”

You let your fingers brush his bicep as you walked past adding a little swing in your step, drawing Hangman’s eyes straight to your ass.

He quickly followed after you, saddling up right next to you at the bar. “Penny, m’dear,” he grabbed the woman’s attention. “Can I get another beer and uh- whatever she’s having goes on my tab.” She nodded, wiping out a glass and looking at you, “What can I get you?” You smiled, “Bourbon, neat please.”

Jake’s brows lifted and he smirked, “A woman after my own heart. So, I take it you aren’t on the job?” “I’m always on the job, Lieutenant. But I thought no harm can come in letting loose for a bit.” Jake barely suppressed the groan when you called him ‘Lieutenant’, and you apparently heard it because you smirked.

Penny brought your drinks by and Jake sat down.

“So, any luck?” He asked, sipping his drink. You sipped yours, shaking your head a little, “Nothing yet. But we’re doing what we can.” “Anything I can do to help?” You looked at him. “Agent-” “Y/N, you can call me Y/N.” He smiled a little, “Y/N, I may not have known these men but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Their families deserve the truth.”

You smiled at him, “Well, Lieutenant-” “Jake, you can call me Jake,” he said with a small smirk. “Jake,” you tested it out and he smiled. “Tell me what you know, or what you heard about them before their deaths.”

*******

You and Jake spent some time talking about the sailors and you mentioned them being cheated on.

“Oh, yeah, I think I heard Lieutenant Crole say something about that. He came home to find her and some other guy.” You nodded, “Yeah. He took it pretty hard according to his brother.” Jake nodded, “It sucks. Not being able to start a family. Worried that when you come home they won’t be waiting for you, or they will be, just in the arms of someone else.”

You frowned, eyeing him in concern, “You sound like you speak from experience.” He frowned and shook his head a little, sipping his drink, “My mom was in the service, Marines. My dad cheated on her a lot…” It was silent for a moment before Jake cleared his throat, “Which is why I’m not one for settling down, at least not for a while.” You nodded, “I can relate. Being away all the time isn’t easy. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in a case I forget what’s waiting for me at home…”

That wasn’t a lie. You did get wrapped up in cases, get personally involved. You had a significant other at one time, and they were great. But you had a really close call one time and they couldn’t take the constant worrying, so they left. Only to turn up dead because a werewolf had gotten to them to get back at you.

You quickly moved past the subject to continue talking, moving on from the sailors to yourselves.

********

A few hours later, you and Jake got into a competitive game of darts.

“Okay, if I get three in a row, you let me take you out?” Jake offered, nodding towards the dart board. You hummed, looking over his face, “That’s a big bet.” He shrugged, “I’m confident.” You smiled, “Okay, I’ll bite.” He smirked at you and readied a dart. “But if I get three in a row, I get to see what you’re hiding under those khakis,” you looked at him through your lashes, bringing a sultriness into your tone.

His brows lifted in amusement, “Well, what if we both get three in a row?” “Then everyone wins.” You winked and could see him shudder slightly before he covered it with a smirk.

He threw the darts, landing three in a row.

Jake looked down at you, “Where would you like to go?” He smirked and went to collect the darts.

You took them from him, rolling them in your hands slightly. He arched his brow, waiting for your response. You smiled and turned to the board, throwing each dart.

All three hit the middle.

You turned back to Jake, your hand flattening on his chest, “Why don’t we discuss it in the morning-” You got on your toes to talk in his ear, “Lieutenant.” You could have sworn he whimpered, but he definitely brought his hands to grip your hips.

You turned to look in his eyes, “Meet me outside.”

Jake nodded obediently and nearly kissed you when you mumbled the command against his lips.

******

After Jake bid his farewells to the squad, he immediately placed you in his truck and took you to his on base house.

As soon as you were in the door, Jake was pressing you against the wall. Your hands were immediately in his hair, pulling him even closer to you. He brought a hand up to cup your face and the other wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you onto your toes.

He pressed his lips to yours slowly, completely contrasting the way both hastily came into the home. Your lips worked together and it was sweet, but you needed more.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, moaning when he granted you entrance. You pushed your chest up, needing a better angle. He slightly pulled back from the wall and moved his hands to your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze and silently telling you to jump. You did and his massive hands supported your thighs as he pushed you back against the wall.

He pulled back to let you both catch your breath, but he was going right in and kissing your neck.

He found your sweet spot fairly quickly, drawing another moan from your throat. Jake chuckled against your skin and nipped at your jaw, “Keep making those sounds and we won’t make it to the bedroom.” You moan again, head falling to the side to give him more room.

Jake smirks before pressing his hips up and pushing his hard-on against your center. “Fuck,” you whimpered out, griding down against him. “Jake, fuck-” Your lips finds his again, “Take me to bed.” “Yes, ma’am.”

As he walked down the hall towards his room, leaving you free access to his neck.

He made quick moves to get to his room.

Once he was in there he tossed you on the bed, “Darlin’, I almost took you in the hallway. But I don’t think my friends would appreciate that.” He shut and locked his door before turning back to you while unbuttoning his khaki shirt. The sight his green orbs landed on was one he would remember for a long time.

You perched up on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the satin shirt and exposing the matching lace bra. “Fuck, Sweetheart,” Jake’s voice dropped and a rasp had settled in his throat. You could practically see his eyes dilate when you let the fabric fall off your shoulders and toss it to the floor.

You smiled at him as he walked over to you, “Like what you see?” He gently gripped your jaw as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, “Why don’t you look and find out?” He moved your line of sight to his crotch, letting you see just how strained his khaki pants had become. “Look what you’ve done to me, pretty girl,” he brought your eyes up to meet his eyes.

He smirked as your brows furrowed and you whimpered, feeling your hands make their way up his thighs. “I think I know what you want? You wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours, don’t ya?” You nodded, your eyes doe-like as you licked your lips. “I need words, Sweetheart.” “Yes, Lieutenant. Please.” Jake let go of your jaw, “Take what you want.”

You slid onto your knees, still wearing your jeans and your boots.

Your fingers worked his belt as your lips pressed kisses against the outline of his cock.

The deep groan that left Jake’s throat went straight to your cunt, making you press your hips back hoping to create some sort of relief- using the tightness of your jeans to try and create friction. “Oh, don’t think I didn’t see that Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You opened his belt and popped open the button, pulling the zipper down with your teeth.

Reaching up with your arms and following with your body, you pushed his undershirt and uniform shirt up his torso to give you more room to work. You kissed along his hip bones, his Adonis belt, snapping his underwear band against his v-line with one hand and palming him with the other, before finally reaching in and pulling his cock out.

“Fuck…” You whimper out, lightly running your fingers over his shaft. “You’re cock is fucking pretty,” you looked up at him through your lashes.

Jake nearly came right there, despite knowing you were far from it- you looked so innocent right then. And all Jake wanted to do was ruin you.

He sucked in a short breath when you licked his tip, blowing air on it afterwards. “Shit, Sweetheart,” his hand moved to the side of your face, thumb gently rubbing your jaw. You flattened your tongue, running it up the underside of his cock.

Jake watched you gather a little more saliva on your tongue before watching it drip off your tongue and onto his dick. “Your mouth is just watering isn’t it, Darlin’?” “Yes, Lieutenant.”

There was that name again. “Come on, don’t keep us both waitin’,” Jake hummed out, moving his hand to gently thread in your hair.

You got the hint and took him into your mouth. The content growl that left his lips had you moaning around him. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.” Your eyes snapped up to him, as a whimper left your full mouth.

His eyes lit up in realization, “Oh, you like it when I tell you you’re a good girl?” You nodded as best you could before bobbing your head on his cock. “Fuck, well, let’s see if my good girl can take any more of my ‘pretty cock’.”

He watched your eyes widen and dilate with lust. Holy shit, he wouldn’t last if you kept doing that.

The word ‘my’ sent a whole new wave of arousal through you, and your loud moan was muffled by his is dick. You inhaled deeply through your nose, bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, and took what was left into your throat.

“OH FUCK,” Jake moaned out, not expecting the sudden action, but loving it all the same. His grip tightened in your hair, “Stay right there. Hoooly shiiit.” You swallowed around him and his hips jutted forward, making you gag.

He pulled you off, “Shit, I’m sorry.” You pouted, shaking your head. “No, it’s okay,” you caught your breath for a second. You wiped off the spit from the corner of your mouth before taking him in your hand again.

As you jerked him off, you rested your head against his thigh and your other hand came up to massage his balls. “Jake,” you looked up at him again, blinking seductively at him. His large palm was resting on the  back of your head. “Yes Sweetheart?” You positioned your head to be right in front of his cock again.

“Fuck my face.”

He barely wasted a second shoved his cock in your mouth again, his hand gripping your hair again to keep you still. Your hands gripped his thighs and you were moaning and gagging around him.

He was groaning out praises as tears welled up in your eyes and his cock hit the back of your throat everytime.

Jake felt himself getting close, his chest was most likely as red as it felt, and he had to pull away.

You whined and tried to chase him. His hand moved to your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth, “Darlin’, I’m not gonna last, and I want to be in you when I cum.” He removed his thumb and kissed you, pulling you to your feet.

You pushed the khaki shirt to the floor and he laid you down on your back, not breaking the kiss as he laid on his side and used his leg to hook around yours and them open.

His skilled hands went to your jean button and undid it, pulling the zipper down and sliding his hand into your pants. “Oh~” Jake’s voice dropped as he moaned against your lips. “You got lace down here too, pretty girl?” He latched onto your neck, kissing and nipping at wherever he could reach.

One of your hands wrapped itself in the comforter and the other held the back of Jake’s head.

You were trying your best to stay still, but his fingertips were barely giving you any relief as the grazing over your clothed lips. With only a little bit of pressure, he had your hips twitching off the bed.

He chuckled darkly in your ear, “Oh, is my good girl desperate?” He applied more pressure to your clit through your underwear. You nodded, wiggling your hips to give yourself some relief as a whimper left your mouth. “Does she need my fingers? Are you feeling empty, pretty girl?” You nodded again, biting your bottom lip.

Jake's hand stopped.

No movement. No pressure. Just gone.

“I need words, Princess.” A whine left your lips and you buried your head into Jake’s neck.

You had never gotten this worked up before, and you certainly were never like this with previous partners before. But you liked it.

“Please, Jake. I need you, Jake. Please.”

He smirked, kissing your forehead, “That’s a good girl. Don’t make me tell you again.” He swiftly moved your underwear to the side and ran his middle finger through your now exposed lips. You moaned out in relief and your head fell back, “Yes, sir.”

Jake’s dick jumped when the title left your lips. He let out a groan and his head fell forward and attached his lips to your chest, placing his ear right next to your mouth and hearing every sound that left your mouth.

His experienced digits ran over your pussy and rubbed your clit, collecting the arousal that pooled there.

When he collected enough, he brought them to your chest and neck, rubbing your own juices on your skin. He moaned contently and licked it up, moving his hand back down to your cunt.

“Jake, fuck,” you chest heaved and he could feel your pulse thrumming against his lips. “You taste delicious, Sweetheart,” he sucked a mark on your neck before pulling back to look you in the face.

“Oh, sweet girl, you look so fucked out already. I’ve barely touched you.” “Jake, fuck, please,” you whined, your eyes locking on his green ones. “Please what Princess?” “I need your fingers, please.” He smirked and kissed you hotly, pushing his middle finger into you.

You exhaled through your nose, moaning into Jake’s mouth as his digit massaged your walls. “That feel good?” “Yes, it feels s’good.” “You’re doing great,” he brought his free hand to the back of your head, holding it up as he kissed you again, his thumb now drawing figure eights on your clit.

He picked up the pace, making sure to curl his finger everytime. “You’ve been s’good for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” He asked against your lips, stilling his hand. “Mhhmm,” you whimpered out, but remembered he wanted words.

“Yes, I can take another one. Please.”

Jake smiled, “Thatta girl.” He pushed on your head to look down at where he was finger fucking you. He kept his eyes on you as he eased another finger into you. “Shit~ Jake,” you groaned, your voice shaking a little.

You turned your head to look at him, but he nudged you with his nose. “Eyes down here, sweet girl. I want you to watch me ruin you.” His eyes darkened when you whimpered and did as you were told.

He started off slow, letting you get comfortable and used to the new stretch while scissoring his fingers. But when he felt your clit twitch and your slick begin to coat his hand, he picked up the pace.

When your moans got louder and your chest started to get red, showing off the bruises he had put there, he couldn’t help but rut his hips in search of friction. You feel it, his cock dragging against your hip.

Blindly, you moved your hand in between your bodies and gripped him.

He groaned in your ear, “Fuck, sweetheart, what-” “Jus’ wanna help, sir,” you kept your eyes where he told you, watching his fingers slide out just to get pulled back in your clenching walls. You used both your saliva and his precum as lubrication as you tried your best to move your hand in sync with his.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” his own hips began to thrust up. “Are you close, sweetheart? Please tell me you are. I need to be inside you- Fuck!” He latched onto your neck again, trying to keep himself at bay. “I’m close, Jake. Can- can I-” “Yes! God yes, fucking touch yourself, pretty girl.” Your hand that had found its home in his sheets moved to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.

He started grunting in your ear, trying to be quiet. “Let me hear you, Jake.”

Jake immediately obeyed, letting the breathiest yet most obscene moans come out of his mouth. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers. Come on, just a little more Sweetheart.”

His words and the loud, gruff moans in your ear sent you over the edge. Your clit pulsing under your own fingers and your walls fluttering around Jake’s.

Jake had to flex to hold himself back at the moan you let out. Your back arched off the bed, booted heels pressing into the mattress as you probably ruined that pair of underwear.

He pressed kisses to your head, neck and shoulder as you came off your high, giving you time to compose yourself. “How was that, Darlin’?” You chuckled, “Good, so fucking good.”

Smiling, he kissed your lips and pulled back to get off the bed, dragging you with him.

You smiled, sitting at the edge, pulling off your boots as you watched him toe of his dress shoes and start stripping. You lifted your hips up and slid your jeans off before turning onto your hands and knees to get back to the middle of the bed.

“Stop.”

You stopped, your cunt clenching around nothing at the tone of his voice. You felt his hand press down on your back and you realized what he wanted you to do.

Straightening your arms out, you arched your back, presenting your ass to him.

A growl rumbled deep in Jake’s chest, his rough hands groping at the globes of your ass and he huffed out a breath as his callouses got caught on the lace. You moaned at the feeling and pressed back into his hands.

“Doll, as much as I’d loved to fuck you like this. I need to watch you fall apart,” he groaned, one hand gripping your hips as the other unclasped your bra. You whined a little, sitting up a little to let the bra fall down your arms.

His large hands wrapped around your ribs and helped lay you down on your back.

Once you were situated and comfortable, Hangman sat back on his heels, taking in the sight in front of him.

His hands rested on your hips, thumbs moving back and forth on your skin. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y/N,” he breathed out before pulling your panties off. You giggled, “I think you’ve made that obvious.”

He furrowed his brow but followed your eye line to his cock, realizing what you were insinuating. He braced himself on his forearms, looking you directly in the eye. “No, I mean it. You’re fucking breathtaking. From your looks straight down to the way you hold yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl like you before. And I don’t think anyone will ever hold a candle to you.”

You felt a twist in your chest as a genuine, full smile pulled at your lips. Looking straight into his eyes, everything felt right, felt clear. And Jake felt the same, he felt like he was on cloud nine – a feeling he only felt in his plane.

Reaching up, you met his lips.

“Make love to me Jake,” you whispered against his lips, missing his eyes when they closed as he huffed out a breath.

He shifted his weight to one of his arms, using his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. He pressed forward, pushing in slowly and watching your face to make sure everything was okay.

He fully seated himself inside of you, letting out a shaky groan when he did. “Holy- you feel perfect.” His right hand came up and cupped your breast, goosebumps forming on the heated skin as the cold metal of his class ring made contact with your flesh. Jake lowered his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue circling it.

Your left hand came up and held the back of his head again. “Fuck, Jake, s’full. I need you to move. Please.” Jake kept his hand on your boob, using his thumb to spread his spit around, causing even more goosebumps.

He leaned back, moving his hips slowly but with intention, hitting a spot inside you that you had no idea was there. “Oh shit,” you moaned out looking down at where your bodies were conjoined. Where you could feel every vein in his cock as he slowly thrust into you.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he said, voice gentle but demanding. When you didn’t look up, he moved his grip from your chest to your chin. “Pretty girl~” He cooed, watching your eyes flutter to him. “I want you to look at me. Can you be a good girl and do that?” You nodded, “I can try.” He smiled and kissed your nose, “Good girl.”

A pathetic whimper left your mouth and Jake felt you clench around him.

His hand moved the side of your head and he picked up his thrust, still watching your expressions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

“Jake -fuck- faster,” you moaned, bending your legs at the knee to adjust the angle. He picked up his pace, his hips slamming into the back of your thighs and his pelvic bone stimulating your clit.

Hangman’s grunts and moans were loud, turning you on more than he thought they would. He never thought his sounds would do anything to anyone, but here you were proving him very wrong.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so well, Princess,” he groaned, throwing his head back as your ankles crossed behind his back. His green eyes had basically become black as you held eye contact and a series of short whines and moans left your throat.

Jake angled his hips upward and hit a spot that pulled a guttural moan from your throat, and had your entire body spasming. He had been concerned that he had hurt you but the way you used the leverage of his waist to grind down on him told him you were reaching your peak again.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could. He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes clenching shut at the endorphins flooding his entire system as he felt his resolve breaking.

You could feel him shaking with pleasure just as much as you were, his hips stuttering every time you clench around him. “Jake, I’m close. I’m so close.”

He nodded against you, “Me too, Sweetheart. Me too.” He moved his left hand to rubbed your clit and his moans got louder in your ear. “Ooooooh fuck,” he panted, giving you a few hard thrust before continuing his fast pace.

He panted more, his breath fanning over your face as his eyes squeezed shut.

Jake’s face of pure pleasure and his vocalness, mixed with his ministrations, sent you over the edge. Your body shook, back arching, head thrown back as he worked your clit through the intense feeling. You moaned out his name, nearly screaming. “Thatta girl. Cum on my cock, I got you.”

His hips stuttered and his eyes opened slightly, “Fuck, where do you want it?” “Inside me. Cum inside me-” Jake’s pace picked up as his face fell into your neck, groans and pants were directly in your ear.

“Cum for me Lieutenant,” you panted, arms wrapping tightly around him as his few final thrusts jostled your body.

He finished with a loud groan, his entire body tensing and shaking as his arms wrapped around your body. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my…” Jake panted into your neck, nuzzling into it.

Your chests heaved together as your hand scratched the back of his head. “That- that was-” “Amazing,” he chuckled breathlessly into your neck. “I don’t think I’ve came that hard in my life.” You hummed, “Me either.”

He gently pulled out of you, apologizing when you hissed a little bit.

He got up and slid his boxers back on, “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

He came back with a warm rag and gently cleaned you up before tossing the rag in his laundry basket. He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers, “Here, put these on.” As you did that he went to his closet and got a hoodie.

Jake kneeled on the bed and slipped it on you. You giggled a little at the extra length on the sleeves. He chuckled, kissing the side of your head before turning off his lights, the only light being the moon from outside. “Come on, lay with me.”

So, you did.

You laid there all night, talking about anything and everything. Eventually you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

********

Your eyes shot open, your chest heaving slightly because of the nightmare you just had.

You felt a pressure on your waist, making you look down to find a muscular arm. You followed it up to find Jake sleeping peacefully next to you. You smiled at him, his face was so relaxed.

The soft snores that left his mouth made your lips quirk into a smile, but then a deep frown settled on your face.

Jake was peaceful in his sleep, not having to worry about what went bump in the night. The only thing that plagued his sleep was flashbacks, things that were a real danger to everyone – things that people believed in and knew happened in life. Not creatures that lurked in the shadows or you made deals with.

You would never sleep peacefully, not anytime soon anyway. You slept with one eye open and a loaded gun under your pillow. Your dreams were filled with monsters and demons, death and pain. When you did have good dreams, they often turned sour if you slept too long. Turning from having a lovely family to walking in to find them either gone or dead because of your previous life.

You could never have the life you dreamt of as a kid, you never believed it was in the cards for you once you started hunting outside of your home state – especially when you began hunting with the Winchesters.

So, despite the weight in your chest –the little girl that just wants a family– that begged you to stay, you managed to pry yourself from Jake’s arms and the comfort of his bed.

The moment your feet hit the floor, you felt sick. Like your body was telling you that you had to stay. But your brain knew better and your heart felt inclined to agree, because your mind had always known what was best for you – right?

You quickly changed, dropping the hoodie he lended you right where you had fallen asleep.

It was hard to breathe as your hand pulled open his door and shut it behind you. You leaned back against it, questioning your decision of leaving.

This was just a one night stand, right? It was just a hook-up, nothing more.

So why was it so hard to leave?

You pushed yourself away from the door, checking around to make sure Jake’s housemates wouldn’t see you.

You figured you were in the clear by the time you passed the kitchen.

“Oh God, Y/N. You didn’t-” “Fuck! Robert, what the hell?” You turned, eyes wide as you looked at your brother standing in the kitchen with a coffee. You gulped, adjusting your shirt to cover you more.

He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back, “Which one?” You blinked, “Excuse me?” “Rooster or Hangman?”

Your heart lurched at the second one but you had to play it off. “It’s none of your business.” “I’d like to know which pilot is gonna be pissed at work today, waking up to an empty bed isn’t normal for either of them.” “Well, sucks to be you Robby, I have to go.” You found your purse and left, leaving Bob in the kitchen by himself.

********

Not an hour after you left Jake woke up.

Something didn’t feel right and when he opened his eyes to find you gone, he knew that’s what it had to be. He balled the hoodie up in his hands, sitting cross legged on his bed, just staring down at the article of clothing.

He wasn’t sure why you left –or why you leaving affected him so much. He felt hurt, embarrassed.

Jake had let himself be vulnerable with you; told you his dreams and how he didn’t think he would ever make it as far as he had. He’d never even told his closest friends the things he told you last night.

And he felt that you were vulnerable with him, putting your heart on your sleeve, just for him to see.

But maybe he was wrong. And he hated it. He never liked being vulnerable, being vulnerable got him hurt.

He let out a laugh, a condescending laugh aimed mostly toward himself. “You really fuckin’ thought- God Jake, you’re an idiot.” He threw the hoodie and got out of his bed.

He got dressed for work and went to the kitchen, finding both Bradley and Bob chatting over breakfast.

“And he emerges!” Rooster announced upon seeing him. Jake just rubbed his face and rolled his eyes. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Jake felt a pang deep in his chest, but he refrained from a snarky comment.

Bob suddenly connected Jake’s bad mood to your escape barely two hours ago. But Jake was way more torn up than he thought he would be.

“I see your date already left.” Bob watched Jake’s nostrils flare at Rooster’s comment. But he didn’t snap, he simply grumbled out, “Well, guess you both lucked out on some chick overstaying her welcome here.”

Jake hated the way he just referred to you, the phrase bitter on his tongue.

Rooster scoffed, brows raised in amusement, “‘Some chick’? Hangman I watched you leave with one very Special Agent Gibbs last night.” Jake’s lip quirked up into a snarl at Rooster’s choice of words, but he didn’t speak.

His roommates watched him go about his morning not making any comments about his sexcapaped or how he charmed her while offering them tips.

*********

Jake was more of an ass than usual today. Constantly having something snarky or egotistical to say to anyone, having more of a bite than usual.

“What is up with him today? I thought we were past this?” Fanboy asked Rooster during their break. Rooster shrugged, honestly a little concerned himself, “I don’t know. I think his hook-up leaving without a note is affecting him more than he thinks it is.”

They didn’t know Hangman could hear them, or how right they were. But Jake was just going to put up more walls, hoping they were strong enough for when he inevitably saw you again.

***********

You barely left your motel room, choosing to lay in bed and feel sorry for yourself.

“Hey! Y/N,” Sam used his key to come in, his face scrunching up in confusion when he didn’t see you at first. But then it fell when he saw you curled up under the covers of your bed.

He came over and knelt by the bed, “Hey, you okay?” “Is one ever okay in this life, Sam?” He furrowed his brows, you’d never shown doubt that this wasn’t the life you wanted. You told both of them yourself that you’d wanted to hunt since you were a teenager and that you took up local cases in college. As far as anyone in the hunter world was concerned – you were born for this life.

“I don’t know. I guess that’s up to whoever you ask,” Sam gave you a sympathetic smile. You shifted, laying more on your side to face Sam.

“What was it like? When you were at Stanford, away from all of this?” He sighed, “Honestly?” You nodded, “As honest as you can give me.” “The thoughts never left, the instincts to check every dark corner and under the bed were still there,” he looked into your eyes, seeing you hanging on every word. “But,” he started again. “It was nice to feel normal for once. I had a glimpse of what was out there. It was nice.”

You sat up, propping yourself on your hand. “Do you regret coming back? Do you wish that you would’ve just told Dean to fuck off that night?” He sighed, “Sometimes yeah. But how would I know if things turned out differently? Maybe Jess would be alive, maybe she still would have died, but I’ll never know.” “Does that not bother you?” “As a Winchester you stop being bothered by a lot of things.”

You brought your knees up, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your chin on your knees, “I guess it’s just not in the cards for us.” “I wouldn’t say that. Maybe it’s all a matter of circumstance.” You turned your head, looking at Sam with tears in your eyes, “Is it worth it? Getting out? Chasing a life that you thought only existed in fairytales…”

Sam blinked, his eyes studying you. Never once had he believed you would think about getting out. You’d always shown this intimate knowledge and this passion for hunting and helping people in a way no one else could.

So he wondered why you were questioning everything all of a sudden.

But before he could voice it, your phone rang.

You quickly answered it, “Agent Gibbs.” Sam moved to sit on your bed. “Y/N, we got another one. A pilot, Lieutenant Junior Grade Parson,” it was Jimmy. “Oxytocin levels were high and cops said his friends saw him leave the bar with a girl.” “Okay, thank you for letting me know.” “Okay.” You hung up and looked at Sam.

“We,” you scratched your forehead. “We have another body. Lieutenant Junior Grade Parson, he was a pilot.” Sam nodded, “Okay, Dean and I will go check it out.”

He got up moving to leave, but he turned to you.

“Hey, if you need to talk-” “Thanks Sam,” you smiled gently at him, laying back down. He gave you a tight lip smile and left.

Outside, Dean was waiting for him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam glanced back at your door. “She -uh- she’s gonna stay in for a little bit. We both know she didn’t come home until this morning, she needs to get over her hangover. But we have another body, we need to go to the ME’s office.”

Dean nodded and uncrossed his arms to get in his car, “Alright, let’s go. We couldn’t go get the vials last night, might as well get the fresh blood.”

*******

They pulled into the ME’s office.

“Sam, Dean, glad you could make it. I take it you’re here for the blood?” The brothers nodded, “Yeah.” “Where’s Y/N?” “She stayed out last night. We aren’t sure what she was doing but she didn’t come back until early this morning,” Sam told him.

Jimmy just nodded and went to go get the blood from the storage area.

But he came back empty handed, “They’re gone. All of the vials are gone.” “The blood is gone?” Dean asked with a brow raised. “Who could have taken them?” Jimmy shrugged, “I don’t know. No one else is allowed back there except for me and- son of bitch!” Sam stepped forward, “Who else has access, Jimmy?” Jimmy put his hands on his hips, “My assistant.”

*******

You nursed a beer as you sat in the little kitchen of the motel room.

The ache in your chest and the pit in your stomach hadn’t gone away. As hard as it was to believe, you missed him. Missed the feeling of being under him – being around him.

Your phone rang. “Floyd.”

“Y/N, we gotta go to the bar.”

Your chest fluttered with hope before it filled with anxiety. Going to the bar meant seeing him again, and you couldn’t say with confidence that you wouldn’t run to him and spill everything. Your true line of work, monsters – all of it.

“Did you get the vials?” You asked standing up. “No, Jimmy’s assistant is the siren. She took the vials before we got there,” Dean grumbled. “Get changed, we’ll meet you there.”

*********

Jake played pool with Coyote, not really trying his hardest.

“Okay, what the fuck is up with you?” Javy asked. Hangman furrowed his brows, “What are you talkin’ about?” His friend sighed, “You’ve been a bigger ass than usual today, and now-” He gestured to the table. “-you act that you don’t give two shits about this game. What the hell dude?”

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, “‘Yote, look, nothing’s going on. I just-” The bell chimed and it pulled Jake’s attention to the door.

And all the walls he built came tumbling down.

He watched you walk over, a clear drive in your step as your eyes were set on Bob.

But when you got over and looked up, your confidence faltered and your eyes widened. Your eyes locked on Jake’s and they didn’t want to leave.

“Agent Gibbs,” Bob spoke up. “How can we help you?” You blinked, stumbling over your words as you tore your gaze from Jake. “Uh, yes. Yes, did any of you know Lieutenant Parsons?” The squad nodded, “Yeah, he’s a pilot in the TOPGUN program, why?” You sighed, “He was found dead on the beach this morning.”

The group was silent, processing the information given to them.

“He left with a girl, not too long after she began talking to him,” Bob started. He had watched a girl emerge from the bathroom and walk right up to the young pilot, say a few words before sipping his drink and handing it back for him to sip from. Then he got up and followed her out, he thought it was just a coincidence but now that you were here, he learned it was exactly what you had told him it was.

“Did you see what the girl looked like?” “Blonde, tan, maybe 5’6”.” You nodded, “Did anyone know the Lieutenant personally?” “Hangman, you were pretty close with Parry weren’t you?”

Payback's voice drew Hangman out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah, yeah I knew him pretty well. He went to school with my sister.”

“Did he say anything to you recently?” Jake swallowed when you addressed him, suddenly feeling nervous. “Yeah, he said his best friend sent him videos of his girl back home. Let’s just say they weren’t friends after that.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’ll let you guys get back to your night.”

“Agent?” You turned, “Yes, Lieutenant?” “Can I talk to you, alone?” Jake nodded toward the deck door. “Of course.”

You followed Jake outside and he leaned against the rail.

“Jake, look-” “Why did you leave?” Your breath caught in your throat, your bullshit excuse dying on your tongue. “Because I can’t let you get hurt.” “You leaving hurt, Y/N. I thought…” He shook his head and rocked on his feet as he looked at the sand.

You took a cautious step forward, “Thought what Jake?” He scoffed, standing up straight, “That last night was more than just a hook-up.” “It was, Jake. That’s why I had to leave…” His nostrils flared, “That makes no goddamn sense. We pour our hearts out to each other and you just fucking leave? I bare my heart to you and you throw it away!”

“I can’t let you get killed because of me Jake! Everyone that I let into my life dies!” You finally shouted back. “What do you mean?” “Jake, with my line of work-” “Being a federal agent? Yeah I know that’s dangerous but-” “No! God! Jake, there are things in this world that you don’t understand! Things that only live to cause pain and suffering. Things that go bump in the night. I’m not NCIS Special Agent Gibbs,” you threw your badge down. “I’m Y/N Floyd. I’m a hunter. I hunt monsters.”

Jake blinked at you, his stomach twisting in knots and his heart felt full of cement. “You hunt monsters? Like werewolves, vampires, the fuckin’ boogieman?” You threw your arms out, the weight of that secret being lifted off your chest, “Yes!”

Foolishly, you hoped Jake would understand and let you go, and maybe that pit in your heart would go away.

But he laughed.

Right in your face.

“You really think I’m stupid enough to believe that? That you can just say some outlandish bullshit and I’d believe you?” His throat burned as he said the words, because he wanted to believe you. The look in your eyes was the same one he saw last night as you both told the other about how much having a family mattered to you. But what you were saying was ridiculous. Monsters? Those weren’t real.

He bit his lip and shook his head, “God, and to think I thought you were different.” He watched your heart shatter and he felt his crumble. He pushed it away and shoulder checked you before walking back inside, leaving you there as rain clouds rolled in.

Bob watched Jake walk in and right toward him. “Your sister needs a reality check, Floyd,” he said right in the WSO’s ear before getting another drink from the bar.

*******

You sat at the bar, drowning yourself in bourbon.

“Whoever the guy was, he’s stupid to stand you up,” a male voice said from in front of you. You looked up to see a bartender, a rag thrown over his shoulder. He was tall, with tan skin and striking green eyes, his blond hair styled perfectly. “Hi, I’m Evan.”

You downed the glass, grimacing as you swallowed, “Wasn’t stood up. I -uh- just got a lot going on.” “I can see that,” he leaned on his forearms. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head, tapping your glass on the table, “You wouldn’t understand. But I’ll take another round.”

He gave you a sad smile and poured you another glass. “Just cause I might not understand doesn’t mean I won’t listen.” You scoffed, sipping the amber liquid, “It’s a lot to hear, trust me.”

Evan sighed, his tactic wasn’t working, just like it failed to work on Jake the previous night.

A loud cheer drew your attention to the aviators at the pool table, and you caught eyes with Jake. That’s when it clicked, why nothing worked on Jake the previous night and why it wasn’t going to work now. Evan couldn’t lure you in with his words before putting you under his spell – he just had to go straight for the kill.

Before you turned back around, Evan took a sip of your drink, sitting it back down with the side he drank from facing you.

You turned back with tears in your eyes, but you didn’t touch the drink. “Hey, Sweetheart, it’s okay, he’s an idiot.” You cut your eyes at him, “Don’t call me that.” The way he said it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He nodded, “Got it. Apologies.” You downed the rest of your drink and Evan smirked.

Suddenly you felt light headed. “Oh, I think you’ve had too much, let me get you home.” Evan rounded the bar before you could say anything. You felt like you should protest, that this wasn’t the guy you needed to take care of you. But you couldn’t resist and followed him out.

****

Jake had watched you leave with the bartender he didn’t recognize and he felt a deep pull in his gut that told him you were in trouble, but he shook his head and went back to playing pool.

Phoenix must have noticed it too because when Penny helped Fanboy deliver the next round she asked when she got a new bartender. Penny shook her head, “I didn’t hire a new guy.”

Jake's blood ran cold and he met Bob’s eyes before both were ditching their cues and booking it out the doors.

They ran into Sam and Dean on the way out. “Where’s Y/N?” Jake asked. Dean shrugged, “Inside, we told her to meet us here.” “No, she just left with some guy.” Sam perked up, “What does he look like?” “Like Hangman,” Bob said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “It’s the siren. We have to find them, come on.”

Jake moved to follow Bob to his truck when Dean stopped him, “You have to stay here.” Jake squared up, “Like hell I’m staying here. She needs me.” “I can’t let you get hurt.” “I don’t give a fuck if I get hurt! She might die! I’m going.” Jake ripped his arm out of Dean’s grip and got in Bob’s truck.

Dean looked up at Sam, “I don’t think we have much of a choice Dean.”

******

You sat on the couch of your motel room, the siren walking back and forth, twirling the brass blade.

“You know Y/N. You’ve had a lot of hardships when it comes to love. You just can’t get it right can you?” He squatted in front of you, “You’ve tried to have the ‘apple pie life’, but you just can’t give up hunting- can you? It got your last partner killed. And this last one, well he just didn’t believe you.”

He pulled you up by your hands, “You’re never going to achieve that life, Y/N. You’ll never have it. No matter how hard you try. So why don’t you just end it now? End it for me, and I’ll help you create that life in another world.”

The siren pressed the blade into your hand. “Do it.”

Tears ran down your face as you looked at the knife; you didn’t want to, but your body was telling you to plunge that blade straight into your chest – you couldn’t control yourself.

But just before you could, the door swung open with Jake, Sam, Dean, and Bob running inside.

Evan grabbed your shoulders, pushing the blade towards your heart. “Fucking do it, Y/N.”

“Y/N don’t!” Bob’s shout made you jump and the blade moved and you stabbed yourself in the side. You fell to the ground, knocking into the coffee table. “Shit!” Bob ran to catch you so your head didn’t hit the ground.

Jake watched the blood pool on the carpet and stain your brother’s hands. He glanced over to where Sam and Dean were fighting with the guy. That’s when he saw the guys face in a mirror, seeing the siren’s true form. “Holy shit…”

He looked to see where you were struggling against Bob, trying to pull the blade from your side. “Y/N, no you’ll bleed out. Stop. Stop!” You cried, “I can’t, Bob! I need to do this! Just let me.”

The blade wasn’t in all the way, but it was in enough that ripping it out could cause serious damage.

“Seresin! A little help!” Bob shouted, spurring Jake into action.

Jake immediately was at your side, pinning your arms down, placing his knee across your hips. “Bob, pull the knife out slowly and then I’ll put pressure on it.” “Jake-” “Rob! We need that blade!” Dean’s gruff voice sounded and more punches were thrown.

Bob sighed, extremely conflicted. “Bob,” Jake’s gentle voice echoed. “I’ve got her. I promise.” And Bob believed him.

Gently removing the blade, Jake grabbed a blanket to put pressure on the wound. “Come on, stay with me.”

“Y/N, use the gun on the floor!” The siren sang, and you easily wrestled out of Jake’s grip and grabbed the weapon.

Jake’s eyes widened and he lunged for you, gripping onto your wrist. “Y/N, Y/N no! You can fight this, c’mon. Fight him.” You sobbed underneath him, “I can’t. He’s right I’ll never-” Jake looked you directly in the eye, “Shut up. He’s not right, whatever the fuck he said to you isn’t right. You get to decide what’s right about you, not some freak of nature. You, Y/N Floyd, get to decide how you live your life. Whether or not that means falling in love is up to you.”

Hangman watched your eyes lose the glossiness that had settled over them, and you blinked a little bit. “Fuck, that was weird.” Jake chuckled in relief, you were back, “There she is.” You swallowed, keeping eye contact with the man above you, “Is it dead?” He shook head just as the blade slid on the ground, followed by a beat up Bob. “No, the bastard is very much alive.”

You tilted your head, confused, “Then how-” “Son of a bitch!” You sat up, glancing to see Sam unconscious and Dean trying to fight against the monster. “Shit,” you scrambled up and towards the blade.

Jake watched you pick up the blade and leap over the couch, stabbing the creature in the chest and twisting the blade before ripping it out.

“Holy shit.” Jake scrambled up and over to you. “That was badass, Sweetheart.” “Thanks,” you breathed out, feeling light headed. You swayed a little, causing both Jake and Dean to reach out and steady you. “You okay, kid?” Dean asked, looking at your wound. You nodded, “Yeah- yeah, I’m-”

Before you couldn’t finish your sentence, you fell limp into Jake’s arms. “Y/N!”

*****

A few hours felt like an eternity to Jake as he waited by your bedside for you to wake up.

Bob sat on the other side, leg bouncing nervously as he watched the rise and fall of your chest. “Floyd, she’s gonna be okay,” Jake reassured. “How can you know?” Jake shrugged, reaching out to grab your hand. “I just feel it.”

About 30 minutes later, your eyes fluttered open.

“Hey pretty girl,” Jake drawled next to you, sleep lacing his voice. “How long have I been out?” “A few hours. But you’ll be fine. This fella-” Jake sat up, stretching his back. “-Castiel, I believe is what Dean over there called him. He patched you up real nice.” You chuckled, but then realized what Jake had witnessed.

“Oh my gosh. You must have so many questions.” He nodded, “I did but Bob and your friends helped sort everything out, so I have a bit of understanding.” You nodded, smiling a little at him.

He smiled back and kissed your knuckles, “I’m sorry for not believing you before.” You shook your head, “I wouldn’t have believed me either.” You squeezed his hand, “But would you believe me if I said that I didn’t want to leave?” Jake nodded, “Yeah. Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t believe in love at first sight until you walked into the bar?” You smiled, “Yeah, because I was the same way.”

“Y/N, good you’re awake,” Cass’s gruff voice pulled your attention away from Jake. “Hey, Cass, thanks for fixin’ me up.” He nodded curtly before sitting down on the bed. “I have some questions.”

You nodded, “Shoot.”

“Did you break out of the siren’s spell before you killed it?” You nodded, frowning a little, “I did, why?” “How?” You squeezed Jake’s hand, “Jake pulled me out, I don’t really know how that worked but he did.” Cass nodded. “And I never felt fully under the spell, like my body was doing it but my mind, heart, whatever, was telling me to stop. It was weird.”

Cass nodded again, “That’s because you found your soulmate.” “I’m sorry, what?” “Jake, he is your soulmate. Siren’s have little power over soulmate bonds as strong as yours, that’s why he was able to pull you out of the spell.”

Jake looked at you, smiling like a fool.

“That explains why I’m so comfortable around you.” “And why my heart felt heavy after I left.” Jake pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

When you pulled away, you mumbled against his lips, “That’s why I’m questioning everything I thought I knew.” “What do you-” “I’m gonna stop hunting. Right here, right now.” “You’d give that up for me?” “Yes!” “I couldn’t ask you to give that up.” You shook your head, “You’re not. I’ve wanted to get out, but I thought it was never possible. That I could never have the life I’ve dreamt of, but these past few days have turned what I thought I knew on it’s head.”

“I think you’ve been spending time with us too much,” Dean chuckled out. “You deserve this, Y/N,” Sam smiled at you and Jake. “Are you sure?” They nodded and you turned to Jake, “That settles it, I’m staying here.” Jake smiled, “And I know the perfect place.”

**********

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Childhood Crush

Summary; Dean Winchester x Fe!OC -> Dean and Zoey grew up together, they lived across from one another when they were children and their dad's hunted together. But when time begins to move on, and they begin to see each other over and over and over again, will something grow from what they once knew?

Warning; FLUFF, spn hunts, spn level violence, fade to smut, love, swearing, long fic etc.

Dean and Zoey had known each other since they were 2 years old. Of course, she had only been a baby at the time, but same difference.

They lived directly across the street, Dean's bedroom window looked directly across from Zoey's nursery. And, as they both grew up, every night Dean would get out of his bed once Mary and John had tucked him in. Dean would crawl off his bed and kneel on his window bench, open his curtains a little and wave. Zoey couldn't see him, but he did it anyway.

Except, when he was four and she was two...everything changed. John roped Michael - Zoey's dad - into helping him. Both of the men had a fansination with hunting.

The years that followed, Zoey would stay home with her mom until Mike deemed her old enough to come with them. But, even from a young age, she knew that there had to be something better than this. Something better than watching Dean raise Sam, better than watching both boys learn how to handle weapons rather than learn how to solve 5th grade math. Better than...this life. Hunting.

However, as much as she cared for the boys, there was something that always made her closer to Sam. They understood one another. They had their love for school and a normal life in common. Whereas, Zoey and Dean...well...they butted heads more than they got along.

It had started from a young age. How to clean weapons. Who was better in the Scooby-Gang. What life was better.

But there were two key moments both could remember where everything came to a head. The first was when she was 14 and he was 16.

John and Mike had gone out on another hunt and with Zoey's mom out of the country for a business meeting, it meant all three kids were staying at Bobby's.

"And Dean will be training you."

"Training me? Why does he have to train me? I don't need training."

"Yes, you do. And Dean's the best."

Meanwhile, John was giving the same talk to Dean. But rather than talking back, all Dean said was, "Yes, Sir."

But once they finally left, Dean would come to regret underestermating her and everything that he'd known about her.

Bobby watched from the kitchen window, fixing up some grub for them to eat for the night. Sam was sat in the living room with his english homework writing up an essay to do Gullivers Travels.

Every now and again, he looked up to see Dean and Zoey talking. Well, more like...arguing calmly. But after twenty minutes, Bobby cursed loudly, dropped the plate into the kitchen sink and ran outside.

Zoey had been sparring with Dean when all of a sudden, Dean got into a readied stance and Zoey shocked him by running up the side of a car, jumping over his shoulders and within a few moments found himself on the ground with Zoey stood above him, his arm twisted and her foot on his chest.

"Boy, are you okay?" Bobby asked as Zoey eventually let him go. She had to walk away, her rage still rattling her. Bobby helped Dean up from the ground who was just as shocked, if not more, than Bobby.

"What the hell was that?" Bobby asked, turning to look at her.

"That was sparring."

"No, that was nearly killing Dean!"

Zoey looked from Bobby to Dean, making a point of repeating his words back to him. "What? I thought he could handle my 'girly' fighting. Besides, isn't what this is meant to be? Us learning how to defend ourselves against those things out there? Because apparently school work isn't as important."

There was a hammered silence between the three of them. Zoey looked down with her hand on her hips, taking in deep breaths before she finally looked up. "I'm gonna go help Sam with his homework."

Once she was out of ear shot and inside the house, Bobby looked back to Dean and checked him over. He had a small cut on his forehead from where she'd cut him or where he'd fell and cut himself. Zoey had done everything so fast, Dean just really dropped to the floor without any warning.

"I've got a kit upstairs. You know where it is. Go and clean it. Did you know she had that in her?"

Dean just shook his head but soon regretted it because only now did he realise the ammount of pressure that was inside his head.

"No. I didn't even know she could punch as hard as she did."

"She punched you?" Bobby hadn't seen that part.

Dean had to let out a chuckle. If he didn't, he wondered if he might actually cry. "Yeah, earlier. I told her to take a swing at me."

"Did you try and stop it?"

Dean just shrugged at Bobby's question. But he wasn't asking it out of worry, he was asking it because he didn't think Dean was that dumb.

"What? I've never seen her punch anything before. I didn't know she knew how to fight! You didn't!"

"Alright, get inside. Grub's almost done." And as Dean walked away, all Bobby could do was remove his cap, fix his hair before replacing the cap on his head, shake his head and mumble. "Kids."

The second time everything came to a head and when Dean and Zoey came very close to killing one another was when he was 17 and she was only 15.

Zoey had voulenteered to go with Mike and John on the hunting trip. She was done with her mid-terms and Sam had been begging her to go and, if she didn't feel anything else towards his older brother, she would have wanted to go just to see him.

Zoey sometimes wondered if she did harbour a crush on Dean Winchester but then he'd do something that would make her want to kill him, or punch him, or...she didn't know. Embarrass him in front of the girls at school so maybe he'd actually listen to her.

Dean had a habit of that. Not listening to her.

One day, Mike and John had decided to take the kids into the woods to 'train' them again. It was fucked up to Zoey, and secretly to Dean. Dean was okay with doing it himself, but John making Sam do it? Mike roping Zoey into it? No. Absolutley Not.

They'd set up different traps and senarios for them to go around to make sure they could defend themselves in the best way possible.

They were soldiers getting ready for battle.

Zoey and Dean found themselves together on a team. Mike on his own and Sam and John together. It was the first time Dean had actually seen a smile on Sam and John's face in a long time. And they were smiling together. That made Dean feel happier than ever.

But, as they got around, Zoey and Dean found themselves cornered. Or lost. They didn't really know.

"We're lost." Zoey called out to Dean as she looked around but he just shushed her.

"What? It's not like they can hear us. This is probably apart of it. Get lost in the woods and find your way out and back home safely."

Dean shushed her again. Zoey just rolled her eyes.

"I can see you doing that."

"You're not even looking at me."

"But I can feel you doing it."

"That's not the same as seeing it. To actually see it, you have to be looking at me when I do it, Smart-Ass. And you weren't doing either."

"Would you just shut up for a second? Wait! What was that?" A branch broke.

Dean moved a step more.

Another one broke.

"I think they're out here."

Zoey stood back and watched him, "Seriously?" she asked herself and rolled her eyes again before calling out; "That you, you idiot!"

Dean looked down and behind him. "Oh."

Zoey now marched towards him. "Yeah, 'oh'. Come on, the motel's back this way."

"No it's not." Dean argued. "We came from the south."

"No, we came from the west."

"We came from the south. That's south." Dean said, pointing it its direction.

They were face to face with one another now, Dean towering over her slightly.

"No. That's East. That's South. And that's West. We came from the west." Zoey corrected him.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." Zoey replied copying his tone. "You want me to make you a compass so you can see?"

Dean stared at her for a few moments before heading off in his direction.

"Where the hell are you going?!"

"Back to the motel!"

"You're going the wrong way! And they said not to split up!"

"You're welcome to join me!" Dean called back out, not looking back.

Zoey remained quiet for a second watching him walk away. He was going the wrong way and usually she would have left him but Sam would kill her if she did. So, with a loud groan, she followed him.

Dean heard her as she hurried to catch up, smirking to himself.

"You can wipe that stupid smirk off your face, while your at it."

"To see it, you have to actually be looking at me!" Dean called to her.

"Don't quote me to me. And, actually, I can see it. Every time you do that smirk of yours, it somehow makes its way into your walk."

Dean dropped the smirk and grumbled under his breath; "Smart-Ass."

"I heard that!"

It was a few months after that when all hell broke loose.

Dean was sat at the motel room table cleaning their weapons whilst herself and Sam were sat on one of the beds and she was helping him with his math homework.

"But how?!" was mostly Sam's reaction when it came to the answers. So she would go back and explain it again, and again, and again until he finally understood it.

Meanwhile, John and Mike were discussing the next case before John got annoyed and raised his voice turning to his son and Zoey.

"You don't even need that! What you need to be doing is research!"

Zoey, before realising she'd even spoken, spoke out in a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, because that's true."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"What's that meant to mean?" John asked her.

Zoey looked between John, Dean, her father and then Sam before back to John. She'd been harbouring these words for a long time. Maybe it was about time someone told him what for.

"Okay." Zoey sat up, placing her pen down and her feet on the floor. "I don't believe your research, the stuff you want Sam to do, is what he should be doing."

"And why not?"

"Because he deserves a life outside of all of this!" Zoey said with a small scoff.

"Listen here, Lady-"

No time like the present.

Zoey quickly stood up before John could finish. "No. You listen. You drag these boys around the whole fucking country their whole lives. No stability. No hope. Just plain, brutal killing. That's it. No family. No care. No love. No Life! You expect them to know everything before they've already done it and you expect the best!"

"As I should-"

"You expect them to be the best Hunters. Not students. Not kids. Not men. Hunters. Soldiers. Soldiers for your own sick and twisted crusade of finding the thing that killed your wife!"

John now stood. "Don't you dare-"

"Talk about Mary?" Zoey asked. "Why? Why should I? We all knew her didn't we? She's their mother! She was your wife! She was his best-friend. She was my mom's best-friend. Why shouldn't we talk about her? She's what this is all about, isn't she? She's why you do this, isn't it? Why you drag Sam and Dean from school to school, from hunt to hunt, with not a care whether you live or die. Whether they live or die! Because if you pulled your head out of your ass-"

"Zoey!" Mike scolded. But there was no stopping her.

"Because if you pulled your head out of your ass for just two fucking seconds, you'd realise that this isn't what Mary would have wanted for her boys! Right now! Right now Dean should be thinking about college or work-"

"He is working!"

"He's cleaning weapons! Guns! Something he's been doing since he was 7 years old. And that's only if he's not raising Sam because you can't be bothered to even look at your son's as son's rather that soldiers!"

Dean now stood up, annoyed, angry and frustrated. But at who? He didn't really know.

"Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm not here! And who said I even wanted to go to college?"

Zoey now looked at him, directly. "Yeah, but should at least get the choice."

After a quick second of silence that felt like it lasted a life time, she looked back to John and Mike.

"You both sit there, day in, day out, solving other people's issues because you can't fix your own. Right now, Sam should be in a bedroom, with a desk, worrying over his math homework there. Not in here being surrounded by crime scene photos that have been illegally obtained. I understand you think that there is a point to this, that you think that by putting yourself in danger that you're protecting others but did you ever think, just for two seconds, about the people you should be protecting? About who should come first in your life?" Zoey was now moving around the room, unable to remain still. She was too angry. Too enraged.

"You have a family." Zoey told John before looking to her own father. "You both do."

That hit home.

"What you should be doing is protecting your children, your families. You should be thinking that you have someone to come home to and if something happen to you, that there are people who would be lost without you. And I'm sorry, but none of this should be happening! God, you say that you're doing this to avenge your wife but in fact it's nothing more than an excuse to take your anger out on your children for being the ones that lived. Taking your anger out on other people because they weren't hurt. I'm sorry John, but Mary wouldn't want this! And you finding this Demon won't bring her back! She'd dead, John and maybe it's about time you accepted that!"

However, just as Zoey finished, she found herself in Dean's hands as he dragged her back and was about to pin her to the wall only, a roar ripped out from John and Mike and, sort of, Sam since Zoey wasn't about to be the one on the wall.

Instead, Zoey was dragged back but quickly flipped the control and Dean, shockingly, found himself as the one trapped.

Both were breathing heavily and deeply. Zoey's voice became calmer as she looked Dean in the eyes. His body language said he was angry. He was ridged. Stern. But his eyes. Zoey could see the truth.

He was hurting. He was breaking.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. No kid should ever have to go through what you and Sam did. But this isn't right. You and I both know it." The pair kept their gazes on one another and she felt Dean's body under her arms relax a little, so she did the same in return.

"Mary's death was an accident. Or maybe it was fate. But it couldn't be prevented. And I know that's what you think this is. Hunting: Preventing other accidents. But the truth is, when time is up, it's up. You can't stop it. You can't slow it down. It hurts but you can't just alter the world with a click of your fingers or a shot of your gun. Sometimes things happen and we have no power or control over it and letting others try and beat it out of us to say that you can...it won't work. It doesn't work." Slowly, Zoey let Dean go and stepped back.

The entire room was silent. No-one moved. No-one said a word. Not even John.

After holding Dean's gaze and seeing the truth in his eyes, Zoey turned to look at her father.

"You finish this hunt and finish all together and come home, or you don't come home at all." Zoey told him, her gaze locked on his eyes. There wasn't a raise in her voice. She was steady. Ready. She'd accepted what she had to do and it was his choice, but either way she was ready. Zoey was ready to either hold on to him or let go. It was his choice.

"I've see the fear in mom's eyes every time the phone rings. I'm not going to be apart of that fear. I'm going home. I'll either see you there or we say goodbye now and I tell mom that your not coming home. That way, she can move on and not live in fear anymore." Zoey explained. "You took vows to protect her and any children you'd have together. Are you going to break them?"

There was that silence again.

"Okay, then."

Zoey moved over towards the bed and pulled her bag out from under the bed, packed the last of her books into the bag, grabbed her jacket and swung the bag strap over her shoulder.

Zoey made it to the door, opening it up when Sam stood up. "Wait!"

Zoey looked back and was greeted with Sam's body colliding into hers, hugging her tightly. She smiled, kinda sadly, and hugged him back just as tight.

"Please don't go." Sam whispered.

"I'll be seeing you." Zoey smiled at him. The only people close enought to see her eyes were Sam and Dean.

Dean didn't move from his spot but they made eye contact as Sam stood back from the door to let her go. Zoey gave a sad smile towards Dean and a small nod before it dropped as she looked to John and Mike.

And without another look, she grabbed hold of the door handle and closed the motel door behind her. She caught a Greyhound 40 minutes later and was on her way home.

After a week, Mike decided to go home. Hunting wasn't worth loosing his wife and daughter. Zoey had made her point and she wouldn't have to make it again, ever.

John understood but cursed him out all the same. That night Mike drive home and arrived back at 7 in the morning the next day. Zoey looked at him and after a few nervous seconds on his end, she rushed to him and hugged him.

Over the years, Sam and Zoey kept in touch but with John always being by Dean's side and making a point that they should never talk to them again, Sam never told anyone.

Zoey passed her exams and headed off to college, eventually graduating as a certified Vet.

But, even by the time Sam left Dean and John to go to college, he didn't see Zoey.

Yet, Dean did.

It was about a year into Sam being at college and Dean was on his own hunt. A couple of spirits possessing a few bodies around down.

Only, with the spirits he'd miscounted, he had a job on his hands.

It was the dead of night when Dean finally broke into the family funeral-home thing and after about an hour, the attacks started coming but just as he finally, maybe, found the thing that was tying them to the world since their bodies had be cremated, a spirit come to attack him and just as they were about to throw a marble slab into his face, a match was struck and the spirts all appeared and bust into flames.

Behind the real flames, Dean saw a face he recognised. It was a little older but still held the same beauty and anger as he'd know before.

"That's the last time I save your ass, Winchester."

Zoey said no more and walked outside. Dean was quick to scramble to his feet and follow after her.

"What- Why are you here?"

"I live here."

"In...Applewood Cemetary?"

Zoey looked back to him with her eyebrow raised and rolled her eyes. "In town, idiot."

"Did you follow me here?"

"I did. Spotted you coming out of the computer room in the library. Gathered you were looking into the deaths."

"You knew there was a case here?" Dean asked. "Did you even think about checking it out?"

"I have a day job, Dean." Zoey sighed. "That I also do night-shifts on. I have others to look after, Dean."

"Not once-"

Zoey zipped around to look at him. "You could just say 'Thank you' and we can part way again."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because I'd rather not be accused of murder. Also, Sam would kill me if I let you die." Zoey pulled out her car keys and unlocked her car.

"You still speak to Sam?"

"Yeah. Heard about how it went down. Sorry." Zoey said before getting into her car. "But, you should call him. He misses you."

"He could always call me, too."

Zoey rolled her eyes and got into her car, rolling down the window before starting the engine. "You're both too stubborn for your own good. Call Sam! It will be good for both of you!" Zoey called out to him before pulling out of the cemetary and heading home.

Dean stayed in town an extra night, watching as people came in and out of the Vet practice across the street. They looked happy. Zoey...Zoey looked happy.

Dean looked to his phone again, Sams contact bright on the screen. Maybe he should listen to her for once. She had always been complaining that he never listen to her when she should.

But as he went to call Sam, his phone screen flashed.

Dad.

Maybe listening to Zoey for once would have to wait.

And he did. For another few years.

The world had almost ended 50 times over by the time Dean saw Zoey again. They'd gone from moving around motels to finally finding the Bunker.

It had been pretty quiet recently, going back to their Moster-of-The-Week hunts. And they had to admit...they'd missed it.

But it was one Tuesday morning when Dean was going filling up Baby's engine and spotted someone from the corner of his eye.

He had just been looking around, wondering if anyone was watching him. He couldn't be too careful. That was when he saw a woman. She was a few years older now, but still as beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail whilst she wore green scrubs and running trainers on her feet.

She had rushed into the gas n' sip, smiling at the person who held the door open for her. "Thank you."

Dean watched as she rushed inside and grabbed a sandwhich from the back fridges, a couple bags of chips and finally a drink before paying at the counter, running back across the street where she narrowly avoided being run over -- so many times she'd stopped Sam, and Dean, from doing the same thing when they were younger. Dean watched then as she ran inside a clinc style building.

She had a practice in Witchita? 20 minutes from the bunker?

Moments later, Dean pulled up outside the Bunker and rushed inside.

"You'll never guess who I've just seen." Dean began, seeing Sam sat in the Map Room on his laptop.

"Amy Adams?"

Dean placed the plastic gas n' sip bag on the table, unloading the food. "Zoey."

Sam looked up. "Zoey? Wait- Zoey-Zoey? Our Zoey?"

Dean nodded. "She's working at a practice in Witchita."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded again. "The lady at the counter said she came into town a few weeks ago."

"Do you know where she's staying?"

"No. My guess is in the motel down the street."

"Should we...I don't know...check in on her? I mean, we haven't seen her since...since I was, what? 18?"

Dean had never told Sam that he'd seen Zoey after he was 17 and when she saved his life. Now, he didn't know why. It just never really came up.

"I mean...we could try? But I doubt she'd want to see us again."

"Why?"

"Do you seriously not remember how it ended?" Dean questioned his brother. "She was tearing a new one into dad and then she nearly beat my ass to the ground again before she left. She looks happy, Sam."

"I say we go and see how she's doing."

"I can tell you how she's doing. She's happy."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, come on. It's not like we're dragging her back into the game or asking for her help. We want to see her."

"We do?"

"I do." Sam said. "Do you?"

Dean didn't answer right away. Did he want to see her? He hadn't thought about for in a long time and then today he saw her and...

"Fine."

And with that, they were driving around town looking for her motel. Sam went into the practice just before it shut, asking for Zoey but the girl at the reception desk said they'd just missed her but she would be back in the morning.

But, eventually, they found her motel.

"There's got to be reason she's here." Dean whispered under his breath.

"There is." Sam smiled, looking up from the laptop on his lap. "She's got her own practice here, man."

"But don't you find it...I don't know...freaky. We don't see her for years and then suddenly, she'd in the exact same town we are, no more than a 20 minute walk from the Bunker?"

Sam just smiled. "No, Dean. I don't find it freaky. It's just a fluke. Look."

Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see. "She's a renound vet. All her clients love her and so do their owners. She's got her own practice in five different states. This one is her new one. Maybe it's just fate."

"Do you not remember the last time we dealed with fate? She tried to kill us!"

"Fate tried to kill you?"

Dean, slightly embarrassingly, let out a small scream as he heard a voice from behind him. Both of the brothers had jumped and turned around to find Zoey, leaning down and looking into the car.

"Zoey." Sam said with a smile of relief.

"Hi, Sam." She smiled back before looking at Dean. "Fate tried to kill you?"

"Yes." Dean answered. "But an Angel saved us." Dean answered honestly and quickly before he looked around Zoey and found that she and they were the only ones in the parking lot. "Wait. How long have you been watching us?"

Zoey looked to her watch, estimating. "About half an hour. I was in the diner across the street when I heard your car. I've got grub if you want some. I'll be inside."

Without another word, Zoey stood up and walking into her motel room, leaving the door open for the brothers. Only, they were a little slow catching on.

So, standing in the open door way, Zoey held up a bag of food. "It's getting cold! You can either sit out their and freeze your asses off or you can come in! It's your choice!"

"Alright, alright. We're coming."

By the time they made it inside, Dean shutting the door behind them, Sam and Zoey were already hugging.

"God, you're so tall."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled awkwardly. "I kinda shot up after you left."

"I think that's an understatement." Zoey joked. "Food's on the table. I got your usual order. Chicken burger and a side salad. Got your's too, Dean." Zoey held it up. "Double bacon cheeseburger, extra onions."

"You remembered our orders?" Sam asked.

"Figured you'd both be hungry."

"How've you been?" Dean asked.

"I've been good. I heard about your dad...I'm sorry."

Dean nodded but Sam answered for him. "Thanks."

"I heard through the grape vine that you boys nearly ended the world and then fixed it again so...thank you for that." Zoey was unpacking some of her groceries into the mini fridge.

"You're welcome." Sam said just before Dean asked; "How'd you find out about that?"

As Zoey finished cleaning up the side, she turned around with a sigh and folded up the dish towel.

"After dad came back...it wasn't long until he went back out again. Just a couple of investigations here and there but he went back to it. I yelled at him. Mom yelled at him. He yelled at us. Mom kicked him out. I saw him at my graduation and he said he wanted to see me. He missed having his family. I told him it was too late. Over the years, a couple things came up and other hunters came to deal with them. Then, I got a call. Windigo attack. DOA. So, they brought him home. He had a Hunter's funeral. Bobby called me. He gave his condolances, I asked about you two. He said that you two sons-of-bitches were being a pain in his ass."

Dean chuckled. "That was Bobby for you."

Zoey smiled. "He updated me on everything and would call to check in with me once in a while."

"He never told us that."

Zoey nodded. "But he told be all about you two. Also, do you two ever stop to live?!"

Oh, boy.

"I understand him not listening to me," Zoey began pointing to Dean. "But you, Sam? Seriously?"

"Okay, okay. You may have a point."

"Oh, I have a million of them."

"But we're alive right now. Look. See."

The conversation soon turned to something else. Zoey told them all about her practice and could see Dean was still weary about the fact that she suddenly turned up in the same town as them.

They told her about everything else. About Lucifer and Michael. About meeting their Grandfather and how they're legacies. The whole story.

"Why are you living here anyway?" Dean asked, looking around. "If I remember correctly, you use to say we all needed a proper home."

Zoey nodded. "I've been looking but none of the houses are right for me. Even apartments. I went to look at one last week, the plumming was done so the toilet was in the middle of the master bedroom and that the electrics in the living room switch the oven on in the kitchen. Another, I'd be living in between a crazy cat lady and a guy who hangs outside his neighbours door, upside down. And don't even get me started on the upstairs neighbour."

"What if you lived with us?" Sam asked before looking to Dean. "I mean, you wouldn't have to pay. The place runs on magic as it is. It's warm and you wouldn't even have to have neighbours if you didn't want. There's like 50 rooms. An entire library, and we're usually away hunting. And it's warded so no-one can get in. You'd be safe. At least until you find a place you like?"

Zoey was surprised. She looked to Dean who seemed to agree with Sam. Why not? The Bunker was nice place, she'd be safe, she was just down the road from her practice and she wouldn't be living in a motel for the next year and a half.

It took some convincing but eventually Zoey agreed. It would just be like old times. Except, with less of the training and less of the whole out-of-fashion-even-for-the-70s vibe.

In the months that followed, everything ran pretty smoothly. Sam and Dean still continued on as they did, except when they came back from a hunt they actually had someone who knew how to do stitches and avoid infection.

Sometimes, like usual, Zoey would scold the both of them for getting hurt or not listening to her. She knew the lives they led meant that the chances of getting hurt were slim to non, but they could at least try.

Zoey walked to work every day and if she got back before the boys, she'd cook or if they were back before her, they would, well...Dean would.

Sam typically cooked breakfast since he was up at the crack of dawn.

But, as the months passed, it wasn't long before Zoey met Charlie.

Charlie had called. She had a week off work and she was due a major binge of tv, snacks and catch up with her two favourite hunters.

But, the boys had sort of forgot to mention that they had Zoey staying with them. And Dean couldn't have regretted it more. It would have at least avoided Zoey finding out about the Supernatural Books.

It was around 3 o'clock that Charlie got in, and after a long catch up on when she had been doing and what the boys had been hunting, they all turned as they heard the Bunker door open and saw Zoey walking down in her green scrubs and coat with her hair, once again, tied back in a messy pony tail.

"Oh, my god."

"Uh...Charlie. This is..Zoey. Zoey. This is Charlie."

Zoey smiled. "Hi."

But Charlie smiled back, although more star-struck than ever. "Oh my god. Zoey? This is Zoey?" Charlie looked to Dean who was a little confused. "This is the Zoey that beat you in training? The one you had, like, a major crush on?"

"What?" Zoey asked, looking slightly worried, flicking her eyes between the red head and Dean.

Dean flushed bright red as he walked backwards. "What? No. No. No, no. She- Huh - She's uh...She's just kidding. I - I'm gonna go and check on Sam."

"He's not cooking is he?" Zoey asked.

"What? Oh, no. We've ordered pizza."

"Oh, thank god."

By the time Dean slipped away and towards the kitchen, Zoey hung up her coat before turning to Charlie.

"It's nice to meet you. Sam told me your guys met on a hunt? Before Dean ended up in Purgatory?"

"Oh, yeah. I was working for Dick Roman at the time. Well, a Livaithan, but I thought it was Dick Roman and..." Charlie trailed off in the conversation and by the time Sam and Dean came back in from the kitchen with pizza boxes and beers, both of them stopped in their tracks.

"You guys have books written about you?" Zoey took a beer from Dean.

"What?"

"The Supernatural Books?"

"Charlie." Dean scolded.

"What?" Charlie asked, innocently. "I thought she already knew about them."

"Can I find this books?"

"They're on-"

"No. Absolutley not." Dean warned to Zoey but she just laughed and smiled back.

"No what?"

"You are not reading those books."

"And why not?" Zoey asked.

"Because it's...weird. They're weird. Look, just...promise me you won't read them."

Zoey could see a look in Dean's face that intruiged her. There was something, or maybe many things in those books that they both wanted to hide. But...she nodded.

"Fine. I won't read them."

"It's okay, I have! I can tell you everything."

Dean took hold of the back of Charlie's chair and pushed her down the hall away from Zoey.

"I'll take it that I'm not allowed to either, then!" Charlie called out from down the hall before eventually rolling herself back.

Charlie left a few days later and they all went back to how they were before. Only, there came a time when they'd needed Zoey's help.

They'd been on a hunt about an hour away from the bunker. Nothing was adding up until eventually it did.

There was a werewolf pack experimenting. On humans, babies, animals. Turning them all. Sam and Dean had called Zoey on as much information as they could get about putting animals to sleep, just for a while - like they'd do in surgery.

"Dean, I swear, if you're about to do something stupid-"

"You know me. I'm careful."

"No, you are not. Look, do you need my help? Because I can-"

"No. Zoey. I didn't call you to bring you back in."

But she went back in anyway.

Sam and Dean had found the back, gathered together for a meeting in a barn just south of town. They all fought, they all either got hurt or were the ones hurting and just as one of the wolves sent off two shots of Dean's gun, by the time the third one was done, Dean found that it hadn't hit him but he had been hit by something.

Sam came behind the final wolf, killing him dead when the two brothers turned and found Zoey lay beside Dean.

"Ow."

Dean didn't have time to think as he turned to help her get into a more confortable position and called out for Sam to get the first aid kit.

Zoey had put one in their car just a few days after she moved into the Bunker. Dean had found it on their next hunt and it made him smile.

"What ever happened to 'that's the last time I save your ass, Winchester.'" Dean was worried as he looked for the wound in semi-darkness.

Zoey felt okay. It hurt but she would be okay.

"Well, this is definitely the last time." Zoey half-joked.

She could feel Dean beside her, looking for a wound when she took his hand and placed it to where it was bleeding.

It hadn't hit anything too serious. And the bullet wasn't that deep. She was lucky. They both were.

"Can you stand?" Dean asked after a sigh of relief.

"I think."

Dean carefully helped her up to her feet. "Here, put your weight against me."

Dean got her outside to her car and sat her on the rim of Baby's trunk. "Can I?"

Zoey nodded. "Sam, can you drive my car back?"

"Sure."

Zoey gave him the keys before Dean gave his brother a reassured look. "We're okay here. Go on ahead."

Sam nodded and headed off, driving Zoey's car back to the Bunker.

"I thought I told you to stay home."

"And I thought I told you to be careful. You almost got yourself killed, Dean! I wasn't just going to stay at home and wait for Sam to tell me he's sold his soul this time."

Dean cleaned out her wound and patched it up as best as he could. "I need to clean this place out before we leave."

"I'll help you-"

"No, you will sit there and not go dying on me. I'll be back soon."

A few hours later, Dean was finished and they were back at the Bunker. They all got a good nights sleep, waking up mid-day. Thankfully, it was a Sunday and the practice was shut for the day so Zoey could sleep in without a worry.

As the day passed, Zoey cleaned her wound and patched it up but was struggling to get the bandage to stay since every time she twisted, it only hurt her more - what with the bullet having hit her side.

"Zo? Zoey?"

"In here!" Zoey called out from her bathroom.

Dean walked in further until he found her. "Sam finished the ironing so I brought your clothes- What are you trying to do?"

"This...it won't stay. Everytime I twist it just-"

Dean placed her clothes down on the bed and moved over to her. "Come here. Stand still."

Zoey stood infront of the mirror and watched as Dean pulled the bandage gently around her waist and back and forth until it was secure.

Only now did she realise she was stood in her joggers and a sports bra. It was the only was she could see the wound without her t-shirt getting in the way.

Dean tied it securely around her middle before standing back up straight and meeting her gaze in the mirror.

"Done."

Zoey smiled. "Thanks."

Only, as Dean smiled back, he looked down realising his hands were still on her shoulders and arms. But, a second later, that was when he saw something.

A scar.

Old, but still there.

Zoey seemed to notice as his gaze changed from whatever that moment was to seeing her scar. Swiftly, she moved around and smiled. "Thanks."

Zoey quickly zipped from his side and out to her room to grab a freshly warmed t-shirt.

Everything in Dean wanted to know where and how that had happened. How had she been hurt? When had she been hurt? Was if a pet with anxiety or was it something else? Was it a hunt?

But he could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. Or she would have mentioned something by now.

She kept her back to him as she put her t-shirt on. "Thanks for bringing my clothes."

"You're welcome. I- I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see you later."

Dean left after a short moment and once he did, the door closing behind him, Zoey sat on her bed.

Before he spotted her scar, there had been this feeling in her stomach. Usually, she wouldn't have cared about what she was wearing. Clearly Dean didn't. He didn't even notice. But she did. And when he looked at her in the mirror...his face when he saw the scar.

That scar played on Dean's mind for two months. He wondered if she'd ever tell him. Maybe it was nothing? Maybe it was just a pet she had been looking after? But her reaction...how she tried to hide it...it couldn't just be nothing.

But, he finally got his answer after two months when himself and Zoey were staying in a motel together.

She was checking in on one of her other practices since the very first client of hers had another pet and only wished to see Zoey. A puppy with a broken paw.

Dean decided to go with her since Sam was going to see Elieen for the weekend, so he would have just been on his own.

"Hey, how was it?" Dean asked as Zoey came in after almost 14 hours of being out of the room.

Zoey collapsed onto the bed. "All done. I have to go back in and check on him in the morning but he's sleeping for now. I need a shower but I don't want to get up."

Dean chuckled. "Well, there's chinese in the fridge if you want some."

Zoey was up at that. "Ooh."

She hadn't eaten since this morning.

Around 2 hours later, she had eaten and found the energy to have a shower before she finally came back out in her pjs. She hadn't put her jumper on yet since her hair was dripping wet.

Dean watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and towel dried her hair. And that was when he spotted it again. The scar.

"Dean."

"What? Sorry." Dean realised he'd been staring.

"You can ask, if you want to."

"I didn't know if you'd want to tell me."

Zoey moved her hair back and moved her shirt, showing him. She called him over and he sat beside her on the bed.

"How'd it happen?"

"About two years after I last saw you." Zoey answered. They were both so close to one another than it caused them both to speak just above a whisper. "There were a couple hunters in town. They had a spirit case. They called me and begged for my help. I got there and one of them was bleeding out. But, they hadn't burnt the body yet so the spirit was more pissed than ever. It threw me against a tree before I came crashing to the ground. Threw in a book of matches and then saved the guys life."

Dean traced a finger, gently across the scar, scared he'd hurt her. But she just smiled and whispered; "It doesn't hurt."

Dean chuckled softly. "Sorry."

The scar finished at the back of her neck and as Dean's finger stopped at the top, he looked to Zoey.

There was that look again.

It was the same look they had shared before he noticed the scar in the first place.

Their eyes searched one anothers for a small moment before they flicked to the lips and back up. Before either of them knew it, they were moving in closer and finally met in the middle.

Their lips met in a soft kiss. Gentle. New. Unfamiliar yet...like forever. Like they had done this forever. That it should be done forever.

They both pulled back, their foreheads pressed against the others, their eyes still shut.

Wow.

Eventually, they opened their eyes and found they were both smiling. And it wasn't long until they kissed again. Zoey's hand was placed gently against Dean's cheek whilst the hand that had play at the top of her neck moved around and held her in closer. They each smiled into the kiss.

This is what they had been waiting for.

The passion behind the kiss, they could feel growing. Dean pulled her flush against his chest before they found their bodies moving for them.

Slowly, Zoey found herself on her back, Dean crawling to be over her body before he was above her.

They both pulled back in need of breath.

Just simply looking at her was enough to make her blush. Dean moved a strand of her hair from her face and behind her ear before he let his hand rest of her cheek. Even in partial darkness, he could see her loving blush. But that wouldn't have mattered because he could feel her smile and blush through his palm.

Slowly, he moved back down. Looking from her eyes to her lips and back again for confirmation, she nodded before Dean kissed her again.

Zoey hands pulled him in closer by his face, feeling the kiss deepen, and deepen and deepen.

It wouldn't be until the next day that either of them would talk about it, but even when they did, they already knew the answer.

Zoey's alarm went off at 6 and Dean groaned.

"Sorry."

She quickly shut it off and lay back down, Dean moving himself to hold her closer against him. He was like a human heater for her as he did so and she didn't want to leave.

"Wait." Dean grumbled when she tried to move.

But, as much as she wanted to stay by his side, she had a puppy to check on.

So, she used her initiative to make sure she could get out of bed. Even if what she was about to do would make her want to stay.

She leaned up and pulled Dean closer kissing him, his arms around her becoming more secure as she made sure he stayed down until finally, she kissed him a final time and rushed off the bed.

"Hey,"

Zoey just laughed and rushed into the bathroom. "You're welcome to join me!"

A while later, they both left the bathroom, this time Dean wrapped with a towel around his waist and Zoey in some fresh scrubs.

"Wait."

Dean pulled her back in before she left, and kissed her. "Be careful."

"I thought I was meant to be saying that to you." She smiled.

Zoey kissed him again but slowly backed out of his arms and rushed to the door. "I'll be back soon."

It got to around mid-day when Dean strolled into her practice. No-one was in since the place was shut for the day so, he called out and heard Zoey call back.

"Back here!"

Dean came through carrying a couple of sandwiches and coffee. "Thought you could use a break."

"Ah," Zoey smiled, closing the cage of the kitten she had been checking over. "You are a life saver. Both literally and metaphorically."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you, you know, since you took a bullet for me?"

"I don't mind hearing it."

But Dean kissed her instead. The kisses peppered a little and she smiled. "Even better."

"Coffee."

"Thank you."

"So, Sam called. He said he and Eileen are gonna be staying at the cabin for a few more days so I was thinking maybe, before we go back to the Bunker I take you somewhere." Dean smiled.

Zoey looked at him as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Oh, god. You're not about to kill me, are you?"

Dean chuckled, "No. Just...once you've finished up here meet me back at the motel."

Zoey smiled and leaned over to kiss him. She placed down her coffee and wrapped her arms around Dean, him doing the same with her with his hands on her hips.

The pair shared a kiss that only deepened. Both Zoey and Dean smiled into the kiss before they let go, but they still held onto one another, smiling.

They'd both waited a life time for this.

Eventually, Zoey shut the practice for the night and met Dean outside the motel. He'd picked up food for both of them and had already packed the car up.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep." Zoey smiled before Dean pulled her in for another kiss, not that she minded.

Dean drove the few hours towards their home town. As much as Dean wanted to avoid this place years ago, he'd found a happy memory to focus on now.

Eventually, he pulled into a small field and turned to his side. Zoey was fast asleep in the passenger seat, her head against the bench.

He watched her for a moment. She looked so peaceful. He felt peaceful. Right now, there was no worry. There was no hunt or moster of the week. It was just them and no-one else. Nothing else. Just them and a billion stars in the sky.

Gently, he shook her awake.

Zoey fluttered her eyes open and looked around, a little confused.

"You are going to kill me."

Dean just smiled. "Come with me."

"Okay, but if you kill me? Sam will kill you. And so will all my clients."

"Just come on."

Streching, Zoey got out of the car and followed Dean from where he grabbed the blanket from the trunk and lay it down on the ground a little further away.

However, as she looked around Zoey realised where they were.

"We're in Lawrence?"

Dean nodded.

Zoey joined him on the ground and lay her head on his chest as he covered them both with another blanket.

They lay there in silence for a while, looking above and watching the stars.

"When I was a kid, I'd get out of bed every night to wave at you from my window." Dean admitted as they lay there.

He hadn't hought about it in years until last night.

Zoey moved herself so she lay her head on top of her hands that lay on his chest, so she could look at him.

"Mom would tuck me into bed and the moment I heard her door close, I'd bound out of bed and sit under my window and wave to you. Every night."

Dean now looked to her. Zoey could tell every word he'd just said was the complete truth.

"I knew you couldn't see me but I waved anyway."

Zoey smiled and leaved over to kiss him. It felt different than the others. More...intimate. More...thankful. After all this time, she might never have grown up across from him. They might never have met. They might never have fought or loved. They might never have had this life together.

"Thank you for telling me that." Zoey said, her voice quiet.

"You were my first crush. I was so embarrassingly in love with you."

"I thought I was a pain-in-the-ass?"

"Oh, you were that, too." Dean teased. "But you were still you. You could beat my ass to the ground within three moves. Better than any damn hunter I know. And you were right, that night, about what you said before you left. We shouldn't have gone through that as kids, but...for some reason, part of me is glad we did, because I got to be with you. And Sam. After all of it...you and Sam made it worth it."

Zoey could only smile.

Even when she was younger, as much as Dean never listened to a word she said and always did the opposite of what he probably should have done...he was here. With her. And, once she took away all the moments of him being her very own pain-in-the-ass, maybe he was her childhood crush too.

But they were both more than that, now.

They were grown adults. They were living their lives, and sometimes it would be more dangerous than the typical life, but they couldn't focus on that right now. They didn't need to focus on that right now.

All they needed was each other. And they couldn't have been more happier.

Zoey moved closer, the kiss starting out soft and slow before she whispered against his lips. "I love you, Dean."

He pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I love you, too."

They both smiled lightly before moving in closer and sharing a kiss. Zoey's hands came to his face. She could feel the stubbled beneath her hands. Dean's own hands pushed through from her cheek to the back of her head, through her hair. His other hand was against her hip as she moved upwards and straddled his hips.

A moan came from the back of Dean's throat as she did so. Zoey pulled him closer and he soon found himself sitting up, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

All they needed was one another. And they would have, for the rest of their lives.

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Heartbreaker

Summary: Ivy (OC), the girl who had fought by Sam and Dean's side for a very long time, has now found herself on the other side of hunting: she's been turned into a vampire. How is Dean going to come to terms with this turn of events? Pairing: Female OC x Dean Winchester Category: kind of a strange mix of fluff and angst! Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Canonical gore A/N: This fic was written for @avanatural's 1000 follower celebration: antagonist edition! I created an OC for this one, but Ivy can absolutely be read as a reader insert. I also wanted to bring in vampire lore from The Vampire Diaries, which is why there's the concept of the 'humanity switch' - but if you haven't seen the show, no problem, it's explained here! Also feel like the fic could potentially have a part 2. Congratulations on 1000 followers @avanatural, you absolutely deserve it. Your fics are amazing and it's been a joy to participate in this writing challenge! :) --- When Dean entered the bar, Pat Benatar’s Heartbreaker was blasting from the jukebox, and Ivy was dancing in the middle of the room, a bottle of beer swaying in her hand. A pile of dead bodies surrounded her. Most of them were splayed on the floor or bent over their chairs, bathed in a pool of red.

Dean hadn’t expected anything else, but the scene still made him grimace.

Ivy turned at the sound of his footsteps, and smiled tauntingly. “You found me! Took you long enough.”

Facing him was the same Ivy he had known, for years. The Ivy who hunted with him and his brother, who had become scarily good out in the field, and who had brightened up the bunker with so much liveliness. But of course, this wasn’t her. Not really. Because a hunt had gone wrong; they always did. She had emerged from it bitten by a vampire. Upon turning, she had run away, before the Winchesters could even get ready to help. And she had flipped her humanity switch.

“Where’s Sam?” she asked.

“Not here.”

Not here, because she would kill him the first chance she got. In this state, she would kill anyone.

Except Dean.

The hunter had a machete tucked in the inside of his jacket, but he had no intention of using it. He wouldn’t use anything on Ivy. Not when Sam’s research had revealed a small sliver of hope: humanity switches in this species of vampires could be turned back on. She would remain a vampire, there was no turning back from that now – but at least she would have a moral compass. It wasn’t impossible. Sam had come back from being soulless once. Garth was surviving as a werewolf. It could be worse.

Dean’s eyes fell on the body closest to him, a young man whose throat had visible puncture wounds. He stifled a swallow.  

“Alright, Winchester,” she egged him on, “Hit me with your best shot.”

He chuckled without humour. “Think you picked the wrong song, sweetheart.”

“So, I’m the one who’s going to end you.”

“No, you won’t.”

Ivy set her bottle on top of the bar, where the bartender was hunched over, his lifeless arm hanging from the edge of the wooden surface. The dim golden lights made the edges of her dark hair glow a muted shade of amber.

The sleeves of her leather jacket scrunched as she folded her arms, meeting his gaze squarely. “You think I’m going to take one look at your face and want to differentiate between right and wrong again?”

Dean shrugged. “I got a decent face. Thought it would be convincing enough.”

Ivy’s eyes rolled. “Look around you, you think this is a mind that wants to be changed?”

“I’m nothing if not stubborn,” the hunter replied.

Ivy took a few slow steps towards him, the knock of her block-heeled ankle boots reverberating against the panelled floors. “You know something? Now, every day, the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, keep on getting brighter.”

Dean’s fingers curled firmly into fists as he fought the urge to reach for the machete.

“I like it dark. For once, I’m looking forward to what comes next. I’m not scared of anything anymore. All the monsters, the motel rooms, you and Sam whining about saving the world, and god, your sheer co-dependency…all of that’s in the past. And this,” she smiled brightly, gesturing at the graveyard she had created, “Is my future. And it’s exciting.”

Dean took a leap of faith after a second’s silence. “Well, if I’m such a pain in the ass, make me a part of your past. It’s gonna take you about…what? Three seconds to off me? Go on, then.”

Ivy’s expression faltered, her eyes narrowing as she glanced away, almost as if she were disappointed in herself.

He let relief wash over him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Ivy’s voice was stiff. “Why aren’t you killing me?”

“You damn well know why I’m not.”

“I’m like every single monster you hunt. And you’re just going to pass off that chance because of sentimentality?”

“Pretty sure my blood tastes like candy, and you’re not gonna take a bite ’cause you got a soft spot for me?”

Dean only just realised that he had taken a couple of steps towards her as well. He disliked this. He disliked how much tension hung in the air right now, when it was the last thing either of them needed. But this was why Sam had agreed for him to go alone when they had finally pinned down Ivy’s location, right? The two of them had a tendency to gravitate towards each other. There was always that impeccable chemistry mixed with affection, which was a dangerous combination.

He had missed her every day after she had left. Even after seeing all of the evidence that lay around him showing how far off the rails she had really gone, he still missed her.

Yes, he was a hunter, but he wasn’t perfect. He never had been. Dean Winchester would forever go to the ends of the universe for those he cared about. He would gladly break every rule in the book. Ivy was no exception.

She should be. She should be, she murdered an entire fucking bar full of people.

Dean grappled with his thoughts. At this moment, he was also her exception. It was trust in that fact that had brought him here in the first place.

Ivy inched closer. She stood in front of him, her dark eyes fixed with his green ones, and slowly took his hands in hers, unravelling his fingers. She leaned in –

Don’t, it’s a trap. It’s a trap!

Their lips met, softly at first, and then the kiss turned furious. Dean lavished in the familiarity and the electricity of it, the way her body fit into his, as it always had. He gripped her waist with one hand and held her face with the other. The kiss deepened, their tongues deliciously lacing together, and that’s when Dean –

Dean tasted the blood.

He stumbled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand instantly. “Dammit.”

Ivy shrugged. “Guess beer doesn’t wash it off, huh?”

Her eyes had turned even darker, with a smattering of veins crawling around her cheeks. A fresh set of incisors had locked into place. Dean took a few more steps back, battling a tinge of fear. He wasn’t going to run.

Ivy sighed. “Don’t worry, hotshot. You smell good. I can’t help the look.”

Dean was suddenly conscious of the time. “You need to go.”

“What?”

“You need to go. Sam’s going to be here any minute.”

Ivy turned rigid. “Thought you came alone.”

“I did. He put me on a timer, in case there’s any trouble. When he gets here, one of you is going to finish this job, and I ain’t letting that happen.”

“Dean –”

“Ivy, go.”

The vampire’s eyes locked with the hunter’s for a brief second. Her fangs had receded. Dean wanted nothing more than to kiss her again. Every bone in his body wished he could tell her to come back to the bunker. She could regain her humanity and they could figure this out, together. Instead, Dean watched her leave. Again.

Not even five minutes later, the engine from Sam’s car sounded from the outside of the bar as he parked next to the Impala. The younger Winchester barged in, gripping his machete tight, pausing in shock on seeing the bodies scattered everywhere. Dean raised his hands to show him he was okay.

“What –? Did…did Ivy –?”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, “She’s officially jonesing for human juice.”

Sam frowned. “Where is she?”

The older Winchester looked away from his brother. “I don’t know, man. I just came in, and saw this…and…I guess we just missed her.”

Sam took a beat. “Huh.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Shall we report this, or what?”

His brother paused for an uncomfortable moment, and then set his machete down on the nearest table. Taking out his phone, Sam responded, “Let’s.” ------

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The Traveler - Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 4981

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, Scary Situation.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil

The moment you opened your eyes, you froze. Lying in front of you was a rather large, scaled beast with wings. That warm breeze had been its breath. Earth would have labeled it a dragon, as you remembered the things you had learned there through the TV. It was beautiful, though, how its iridescent scales shimmered in the dim light of this world. 

You are not from here.

The voice in your mind was strange, like a whisper. Your eyes widened in surprise, brows furrowing into a puzzled expression as you attempted to comprehend the idea of a thought in your mind not being your own. You tilted your head slightly, looking at the dragon creature, whose eyes were now open, and it was looking at you.

“You can talk?” you asked it, utterly curious now as the fear from before subsided.

My kind communicate through thought. Very rarely are we vocal. 

“And you can understand me?” you asked, puzzled yet again, as you spoke your native tongue.

Yes. I can understand you. With your words, your thoughts, and your emotions together, it makes it easier. How have you arrived here?

“Oh, that’s kinda neat,” you replied, then sighed, looking down at the ground, “I’m pretty sure I’m what’s called a Traveler. I just end up places till I find what my soul is searching for. At least, if the stories are true.”

I have heard of your kind before. Several have visited here before, although never one so young.

Goosebumps danced their way down your body. This creature knew of your people and of Travelers. 

“Please, what do you know about Travelers, and how do I find what my soul is looking for?” you asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

What is your name, young one?

“Y/N,” you replied, now looking up at the beautiful creature, “What’s your name?”

It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I am known as Lysara among my kind.

You smiled, thankful that this creature wasn’t something you needed to fear or worry might eat you and that she might even be able to help you. Just as you were about to truly look around at your surroundings, Lysara’s head snapped up toward the treeline, and she became very alert to a sound you couldn’t hear.

It’s not safe here any longer. Quickly, climb onto my back. I will take us somewhere safe for you.

You weren’t about to argue with her and you certainly didn’t want to find out what would make a creature of her size want to find safety elsewhere. So, you carefully climbed onto her back and held onto one of the ridges as she stood, then spread her wings before taking flight.

You noticed the shadows on the ground in the distance, which seemed to be moving. Not like how the shadows of leaves would move with a breeze. No, these shadows moved with intelligence and had a shape all their own.

Shadowstalkers. They are like smoke or shadows, and they hunt in packs of ten or more. You would make a tasty treat for them.

Her words pulled your gaze to the back of her head for a moment before you looked back down at the ground, which was now several hundred feet below you. You knew other dimensions held dangers that you couldn’t imagine, but you hadn’t thought you might get killed. 

It’s okay, Y/N. I will teach you how to navigate this world and how to keep yourself safe here.

“Thank you,” you replied quietly as your mind began racing with thoughts.

You realized just how lucky you’d gotten so far, meeting beings who had tried to help you and not kill or hurt you. Your gaze returned to the ground below. The planet was beautiful, even if it seemed to be stuck in eternal twilight. The blossoming plants shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence in all sorts of colors. That was when your eyes went toward the sky.

It, too, was beautiful, a mesmerizing tapestry of colors, blending hues of deep purple, indigo, and soft pink, as if caught between sunset and sunrise for all eternity. Despite the absence of a visible sun or moon, the horizon was bathed in a warm, ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced across the land below. 

There were also mountains and valleys, which were bathed in the colors of the sky the closer to the horizon they were. The clouds that danced along a gentle breeze reminded you of the colors of a rainbow or the Bubbleflowers from your home world.

You weren’t sure just how much time had passed before Lysara landed near a cave. You carefully slid down off her back, landing on your feet before looking around. Crystalline formations Inside the cave entrance sparkled like stars against the darkness inside.

Nothing in here will hurt you.

“You aren’t what I pictured a dragon to act like. I thought you would eat me,” you told her, then chuckled a little. For a moment, you thought you had offended her. Then you heard her laughter in your mind. Lysara even roared out loud.

I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time, little one. Let us go inside and I can share with you what I know of Travelers.

The cave's opening was large enough for Lysara to easily walk through, you by her side. The further along the two of you went, the more the colors danced along the walls, floor, and ceiling of the cave. Then, it opened up into what you could only describe as a hidden sanctuary. There were strange, phosphorescent fungi that clung to the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced and flickered with each movement.

Your ears twitched gently with the rhythmic sounds of water droplets falling from the stalactites into pools of water where ferns grew. Their leaves shimmering with an almost starlight glimmer. Groups of small insects fluted about, their iridescent wings shimmering in the soft light that glistened off the crystalline formations scattered along the cavern walls.

“This is beautiful,” you breathed in awe.

There are many places like this, scattered among the mountains. The Shadowstalkers don’t come here. There is too much light for them, no matter how hungry they might be. Now sit, little one, and I’ll tell you what I know.

You took a deep breath, then sat a few feet from her so she could easily look at you. She looked beautiful with the colors dancing off her purple and blue scales as she, too, got comfortable.

You aren’t the first Traveler to come to this world. My kind has helped others. Before I begin, have you ever yearned for something that you couldn’t explain or describe?

That question made your face contort as you thought. You’d always been curious, asking your parents and the others in your village all sorts of questions. Most of them had been expected for a child and adolescent. The other questions though, your parents had thought odd. Those, they never had answers for.

“I was curious about things,” you replied.

That is not quite what I mean, little one. Think deeper than just curiosity.

Again, you thought about your childhood and adolescent years, “Does wanting to explore count? I always wanted to go far beyond the borders of my village. I don’t know why. I just did, but the adults only ever let me go so far,” you replied, tilting your head in curiosity at what she might be getting at.

Well, it’s a start, at least. So, you felt a pull or a yearning to explore. Did you feel like you were looking for something?

“I guess so. I never really thought about it,” you answered, trying to sift through your memories.

Lysara sighed, and to you, it almost sounded like a low, rumbling purr. We Twilight Drakes share our thoughts with others of our kind. The Travelers who have found our world were in search of something. For some, it was their soulmate. For others, it was the adventure their soul craved most. Your species looks, features, and senses make it easy for you to follow the scent that guides you.

Your mouth opened slightly as you listened  The exploration you’d wanted to do, then the scent that had captured your attention on your birthday. The pieces were trying to come together in your mind. “Well, there was a scent on my birthday. I just don’t know what it smelled like. It wasn’t from my world.”

You never smelled it before?

“No,” you sighed slightly, “But, in the last world, I thought I smelled parts of it when I was around the brothers who took me in for almost a week.”

Hmm. Can you tell me about these brothers?

“Sure,” you replied, and a small smile played along your lips as you remembered them. That smile only grew as you told Lysara about them, how they had treated you, the things they taught you, and how they had tried to keep you safe from their father.

They sound like they are very kind. When was the scent around during that time?

Your brow furrowed as you attempted to think back, “Um, Dean, let me borrow some clothes the first night. I thought I smelled it on his shirt. Then, after the three Winchesters left, a few hours later, the scent came really strongly, and I ended up here.”

Was there anything you felt that might have been different for you?

“When they left, I felt like a piece of me was missing,” you answered, a bit sadly.

Interesting. Typically, one so young doesn’t find their soulmate, nor does a Traveler find their soul’s desire so quickly.

You tilted your head, looking at her, reasonably confused, “I don’t understand.”

Apparently, one of the brothers either is or has something your soul is searching for, or one of them is your soulmate, but you are far too young to understand the bond. She sighed. From what I understand about your people, you and your soulmate won’t feel the full connection until you are an adult. I think for you, that is eighteen, if I am remembering correctly.

“So, does that mean I’m going to wander around different worlds for the next three years?” you asked, almost dreading that idea.

It will depend on when that scent calls to you again. I can teach you things, and there are plants here that can help you, too. Do you know how to fight, defend yourself?

“Yes. I just never had to use it back home. I have my knife on me, but it’s small, just a hand knife,” you answered, attempting to assimilate the information she’d given you. Then, you looked down at the ground, “I’m not very courageous. I get scared easily.”

It’s understandable, little one. You are still young. For as long as you are here, I can teach you what I can. We will stay here for now. The Shadowstalkers have a strong sense of smell. We’ll avoid the areas where they would hunt. There are other dangers here, but those are the most dangerous.

You sighed, having no clue how she would help you not freeze up when something terrifying scared you. Then there was what she’d said about the brothers. You hadn’t felt scared of either of them, even the first time you’d seen Dean. 

Lysara explained that the water within the caves would quench your thirst and that all the plants in this world were edible, although they had different effects. None of them would kill you, but some could do some rather strange things. You weren’t quite sure that you wanted to experience weird effects from eating the plant life, so you made a mental note to ask her before ingesting anything.

We can make you some decent weapons out of the trees of the forest. Their wood is the best for that. Some of the crystalline formations make excellent knives, as you call them, so we can gather some of those, and I will teach you how to work the stone.

“How are you gonna help me not to be afraid?” you asked quietly, yet curiously.

That will take time. We’ll start small and work you up to bigger things. I won’t let anything happen to you while you are here. I promise.

You weren’t entirely sure what things here would help you gain some courage, but you would at least try. Lysara reached over and grabbed something to her right, then handed it to you. It was odd, although it reminded you of a pouch, but it wasn’t made of any material you’d ever seen before. It was smooth, reminding you of the skin of some of the berries from back home. However, it was a shade similar to Y/E/C. 

“What’s this for?” you asked her, looking from the pouch and up at her.

That will hold the berries that will nourish you while you are here. It holds more than it looks like it can. There are several compartments on the inside to put other foods, like certain blossoms and nuts. 

“I honestly hadn’t thought about food,” you replied, chuckling, “Thank you.”

With that, you used the little tie on it to attach it to the belt loop of your jeans. It was clear you had a lot more to learn and think about when it came to navigating the worlds you would end up in. At least in this one, you had Lysara, who had taken you under her wing, so to speak.

You got up and went over to one of the small pools of water, kneeling down, cupping your hand, and taking a drink. There was a warmth that moved through you as you drank, the colors of the crystalline formations in the cave dancing across your eyes.

That would be the Dimensional Bond. It is unique only to Travelers and will help you understand how this realm works. It will also help you tap into the raw energy of this world, harness it, and then use it to keep you safe.

Turning to look over at her, “You could have warned me.”

Her laughter played through your mind for a moment. You will get other powers, little one, the longer you are here. Now, what do you say we get started with gathering some food? Let's start in here. Those vines over there, along the walls. The berries are Twilight Roseberries. When eaten, they will give you a temporary boost of energy and mental acuity.

You looked to where she had pointed and noticed the thorny vines. The flowers were beautiful and reminded you almost of roses from the world the Winchesters were in. The closer you got, the more intrigued you became. The berries were in a cluster, reminding you of smaller grapes from Earth and how they grew, although these were a deep purple. You opened the pouch, then picked several clusters, tucking them into one of the inner compartments. 

“They look like they would taste good,” you told Lysara as you stood back in front of her.

They are quite delicious. Now, let's go outside and get some Moonberries. They are plentiful and grow in dim light around the planet. I know a safe place where the Shadowstalkers won’t be near, even with the dark shadows.

You smiled a little, followed her out of the cave, and then climbed onto her back as she flew the two of you off to the left of the cave. You did take note that she didn’t go back toward the area where you had initially appeared. There was a tingle that danced along your skin as Lysara flew over another forest. She wasn’t flying as high as she had the first time, so now you could see small lights through the tiny breaks in the thick canopy of the forest. 

The ones that move are Luminescent Wisps. They are harmless, but some are mischievous. Don’t follow them unless you are prepared for a possible confrontation or ending up lost. The stationary lights are the blossoms of the Shadowberry plants. We will gather some of those from a different place, though.

Got it, don’t follow the wisps, you thought to yourself, and heard Lysara chuckle in your mind, “You heard my thoughts?”

Yes, little one. You don’t have to speak out loud if you don’t want to. Your bond with this world has made our telepathic communication easier. It is up to you, though.

“Cool,” you said with a smile, watching the ground below.

Over the course of what felt like a day, Lysara took you all over the place. She had you gather five different berries; there were the Twilight Roseberries from the cavern, then the Moonberries, which gave a calming effect, the Duskberries near a beautiful river that gave unparalleled speed and precision, the Starlight Berries, which grew in a really remote and secluded area but gave enhanced perception and awareness, and of course, the Shadowberry that grew in the shadowy depths of the forest giving a boost to resilience and endurance.

While gathering the Shadowberries, Lysara chose a sturdy tree and then removed several of its limbs, all different sizes and thicknesses. Everything about this realm was beautiful to you, and you had to remind yourself that there were things here that could kill you. She also gathered a long length of a smooth vine, rolling it up like a rope, then another couple of sections that she used to tie the branches together. 

Are you ready, little one?

“You mentioned nuts earlier. Where are those?” you asked. You wanted to get all she had mentioned but were beginning to feel the need for sleep. 

Oh yes. Come, we shall get that and return to one of the caves for a while.

You gave her a tired smile before climbing on her back again. She held the bundle of sticks and the vine rope as she flew you to a large plain. The grass, blowing in the gentle breeze, shimmered with the colors of the sky and had a luminescent glow all its own.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed in awe before she landed in the middle of the large field.

This is called Twilight Grainstalk. The seed pods contain grains like nuts. You can eat them alone or grind them to make other foods. 

You made sure to gather several of the seed stalks and placed them into one of the compartments of the pouch. The room inside it still baffled you, but you weren’t about to complain either. It held far more than it looked like it could, just as she had explained when she gave it to you.

After climbing back on her back, you fell asleep only minutes into the flight, exhausted, having pushed yourself far more than you ever had before. Your dreams were of Dean and Sammy. It was different though, more like you were watching what they were doing at that moment. You even tried talking to them but it was like they couldn’t hear or see you.

In the dream, the brothers were alone in another motel room. They looked so sad to you. “I can’t believe she’s gone,” Sammy mumbled from where he sat. “It was bound to happen, Sammy. Let’s just hope that wherever she is, she’s safe,” Dean replied, looking down at the floor. He was sitting on the edge of one of the beds, his arms resting on his thighs, leaning forward slightly. “I’m right here,” you told them, but they still couldn’t hear you. You went over and sat beside Sammy, setting your hand on his shoulder, “I still have the beanie, and I’ll always remember you, Sammy. Thank you for being so kind to me.” Then, you went over and crouched in front of Dean, wanting to see his face. Gingerly, you reached out and touched his forearm, “I’m okay, and I’m safe. Lysara is helping me. Don’t be sad, please.” The brothers looked at each other, “Did you feel that?” Sammy asked. “Feel what?” Dean asked. “Like, someone touched my shoulder,” he answered. “Yeah… Weird,” Dean replied, glancing around the room. You smiled a little. At least they could feel your touch, even if they didn’t know it was you. The lights hadn’t flickered, and it hadn’t gotten cold, so you knew they wouldn’t suspect a ghost. You were now determined to figure out how to communicate with them, although you had no clue how to do that yet. “Well, it’s not a ghost or a demon,” Sammy stated, looking around the room, causing you to giggle a little. “Let’s not tell Dad about this. He’ll probably freak out,” Dean almost chuckled.

Sleep well, little one?

Her voice in your mind pulled you from your dream. You were lying on the ground of a cavern, on what felt like a soft bed of moss. You stretched, yawned, and then sat up, looking around before looking at Lysara. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but yes. I did sleep well. I dreamt of the brothers,” you told her happily.

She tilted her head slightly. What was in your dream?

For a moment, you were slightly confused but explained what had happened in your dream, including how you had touched each of them, and it was like they had felt you.

Interesting. I’ve never heard of a Traveler having two soulmates before.

Your eyes widened in utter surprise. How was that even possible?

Let me try to explain what I know about soulmates. Soulmates must be of consenting age before the bond between them fully connects. So for you, it will not happen for three years. The same is probably true for the brothers in which you dreamt about. 

You thought about their ages; Dean was seventeen, and Sammy was thirteen, “Will Dean feel it when he turns eighteen?” you asked, somewhat curiously.

It’s hard to say. He may not feel it until you are of age or the younger of the two is of age. It may also be different for both of them as to how they feel it. One could be your life partner and the other just a very close person to you. Or, they could both be your life partners. It is hard to say until the bond is made.

That was something you’d never even considered, having two mates, as that was what they were called where you were from. Even your people mated for life, but it had nothing to do with being soulmates. You’d learned through the TV that Earth didn’t work that way.

Don’t let it scare you, little one. And don’t dwell on it now. You have three more years ahead of you before you will need to think about it. Now, eat something, and we’ll get started.

You sighed. Yeah, how the hell were you not supposed to think about having two possible life-mates? 

The days were long, as there was never a night in this place, just the eternal twilight. Lysara taught you a lot. How to make weapons out of the wood and certain crystals, what plants were and what effects they had, and how to hunt down some of the small game for meat. That alone was interesting, especially when it came to cooking it. She taught you of the fire and ice stones that were typically buried near mountains or hidden deep within certain caves. 

You dreamt of the brothers often but could never truly interact with them. They felt you but had no clue it was you. You’d also found the flannel Dean had stashed in your bag. It was his red one that you had borrowed once, but after a week, his scent began fading. Even Sammy’s scent had faded from the beanie he’d given you. 

Occasionally, you’d pick up that scent again, the one you’d been chasing since your birthday, but it never lasted long, and you refused to follow it, at least for now. At least you were figuring out how to stay in one dimension and choose when you would travel to another. 

By your third week with Lysara, you’d gotten stronger and more confident and had become quite the skilled hunter. Lysara had even introduced you to a few other Twilight Drakes who had become curious about why she’d been away for so long. 

After a month and a half, you’d also gained several powers that pertained to this world. Shadowmelding was not only strange but also fun. It allowed you to become one with the darkness, making it possible for you to move unseen and unheard. It only hid most of your scent, so you couldn’t really use it to hide from Shadowstalkers. It did, however, make hunting far easier. 

The Twilight Sight scared you in some ways, especially when you and Lysara were anywhere near where Shadowstalkers could be. You were now able to see beyond the veil of reality and into the hidden depths of the veil itself. There were hidden passages and invisible barriers, and you could even perceive the true nature of the creatures that inhabited the realm. It made it hard to kill things for meat.

Part of you didn’t want to leave this place, even after two months had passed. You and Lysara were in one of the sanctuaries, enjoying a fresh kill you had cooked over one of the fire rocks when you finally looked up at her.

“What would you normally be doing if you weren’t here looking after me?” you asked, wondering how badly you had interrupted her life.

Honestly, little one, not much. We have gatherings sometimes, but we mostly just relax. Then there are when Travelers come. We help them.

You tilted your head, listening. Things were fairly laid back in your village as well. It wasn’t like Lysara had to wear clothes or tend to a dwelling. She had the freedom of flight, which could take her anywhere in this world she could want to go.

You being here has brought joy to my life. I am glad that I met you and have spent so much time with you. It means that I can share all that I have learned with others of my kind so they can help future Travelers when they come.

“I’m glad I met you too,” you replied with a happy smile, your worries quickly dissipating. 

How long do you think you will stay? I have seen you, when the scent comes, even though I cannot smell it.

That surprised you a bit, “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to be a little more confident in keeping myself safe. I can’t assume there will always be a creature that will be kind to me when I end up somewhere new,” you sighed.

That is a very responsible decision to make. You are quite a skilled hunter now. Then, there is your ability to chip the crystal to make weapons. You can use that skill and the woodworking in any world to make weapons now that you know what to look for in materials.

That made you chuckle a little. You had learned a lot since that first day and they were skills that would help in any world, “Thank you, Lysara. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t been there that day.”

You heard her laughter in your mind, which made you giggle a bit. You don’t have to keep thanking me, little one. Any Twilight Drake would have helped you. Plus, I think you are smart enough to realize a dangerous creature, even before I taught you of the creatures here.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile, “I’m just happy I didn’t have to spend time running right off the get-go.”

The rest of dinner was eaten in silence as you contemplated just how long you would stay here in her world. You’d dreamt of the brothers numerous times since that first night, but it was always the same; you could never truly interact with them. Part of you wondered if it had been due to the powers this world had given you, but the other part wondered if it was due to them being your soulmates.

Almost a year passed for you in this world, Twilight Veil. You’d learned a great deal more, choosing skills instead of following that scent. It got harder the longer you pushed it off. When that year mark hit, it was getting painful to refuse its pull. Lysara saw this one morning after you woke from another dream of the brothers.

You need to go, little one. You cannot stay here longer, it might kill you.

You looked up at her, your heart pounding, your body sweaty, and your chest hurt. The scent was in the air again, and you felt its pull, “I’ll miss you, Lysara. Thank you again, for everything.”

I’ll miss you too, little one. 

She watched you as you packed your things, slinging your bag over your shoulder, your weapons along with it, your spear in your hand. With a deep breath, inhaling through your nose, you closed your eyes and smiled. That scent always brought you a sense of peace. You hugged Lysara, well, as best you could with the size difference, and she put her front leg around you, using her claws like fingers and holding you close for a moment.

You fought back the tears as you walked toward the entrance to the cave, knowing that once you stepped outside, you’d be in a different world. The difference this time was that you were better prepared to keep yourself safe, find food, and navigate the uncertain terrain that would await you. 

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖊 (When Worlds Collide)

Pt 1 Supernatural/The Lost Boys Crossover FemHunter!OC x Poly! Lost Boys

TW: Some language, mentions of killing/death

WARNING!!! This fic is almost 10,000 words long so I split it into 2 parts which will be posted at the same time.

Word count: About 5k

I never really wanted this to be my life. If I had been given a choice, I would have chosen a normal, apple pie life. Unfortunately for me, that was never an option. Being the daughter of John Winchester, I was never going to be anything but a hunter. I was born and raised in the life, it’s all I have ever known. My older brothers, Dean and Sam, were raised in the life too, though Dean had four years and Sam had six months of a normal life before everything went sideways. Their mom Mary died and while Sam was too young to remember it, too young to even remember her, Dean was old enough to have lasting mental scars from it. From that night on, their lives were never the same. Moving around from place to place, staying in less than desirable motel rooms, John searched for the thing that killed Mary, learning all about the things that went bump in the night and ganking those sons of bitches along the way. Dean and Sam always being brought along for the ride, though John would leave them in the motel room while he was out working the job. As Dean got older, he started helping his dad out on jobs, Sam still being too young to be told about what was really out there for a time, but eventually, he too started to help out.

It was on one of these jobs that John met and had a bit of a thing with my mom, resulting in her getting pregnant with me. Surprisingly, John actually stuck around, leaving every now and then to go work jobs. Though my mom wasn’t a hunter herself, she knew about them and what they hunted, so she was more than okay with John’s suggestion in raising me in the lifestyle. Everything was fine for about four years, but then my mom died in a car accident. John took me, Sam and Dean and left, not wanting to stick around the place where the second woman he loved died. After Mary, he never thought that he could love again but then he met my mom and he thought that maybe, just maybe he was catching a break for the first time in a long time, but then she also died. So, continuing on the search for the yellow-eyed demon and killing whatever came their way, the Winchesters traveled the country.

This all brings us to now. All of us grown up, me being nineteen, dad has since died, Mary came back to life but then died again, my brothers and I have also died and come back, though they have died a lot more than me, friends have died and even Bobby died. We haven’t exactly had a very good run of luck. Like today. “Hey you guys want anything? I’m going on a supply run.” I asked my brothers who were both sitting at the table, books and laptops laid out on the table as they did research for the current case. “Pie.” Was all Dean said, not even looking up from his laptop. “Of course, pie. How about some cake instead?” I asked with a grin, teasing my brother. Dean shot his head up and gave me a glare. “I- Cake isn't- I swear Mia, if you get me cake instead of pie I-” I cut Dean off with a laugh. “Calm down, Dean. Don’t burst a blood vessel.” I told him, causing him to shake his head and look back to his screen. Sam all the while chuckling to himself in the background. “Besides, when have I ever forgotten the pie? That’s Sam's job.” I teased. Sam gave me his bitchface and opened his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shut it, knowing that I was right. “You want anything Sammy?” I asked him as I started walking to the steps that led out of the bunker. “Uhh, yeah. Just some more bananas. Thanks.” I rolled my eyes at Sam and nodded my head, quietly snorting when I heard Dean call him a rabbit. Leaving the bunker and making my way to the store, I started getting this really weird feeling. I didn’t know what it meant, but what I did know, was that as a hunter, you trusted your instincts and any weird feelings that you got. So I made sure that I was on alert and ready for whatever.

I got to the store, got the supplies and was making my way back to the car when I felt someone behind me. I turned around to face whoever or whatever it was and was suddenly in a warehouse. Standing in front of me, were three feathered dicks. “Oh great. What does the godsquad want now?” I asked, annoyed. The three angels just looked at me, then at each other then back at me before advancing towards me. Before I could do anything, I was grabbed from behind by a fourth one. “Look, if you guys wanna get a little frisky, you’ve got the wrong girl. I’m not really into this whole four on one thing.” I said, forcing a laugh and a grin. The one that looked to be in charge walked up to me until they were standing right in front of me and smirked. “Let’s see how funny you find this.” He said to me as he brought his hand up to touch his fingers to my forehead. Suddenly, everything went black. 

When I woke up, it was still light out. I looked around, noticing that I was on the ground and also noticing that I definitely wasn’t in that warehouse anymore. “What the hell?” I said out loud and I groaned and rubbed my head. I have no idea where the hell I was. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to call Dean, but I didn’t have any service. I looked at my phone confused for a moment before putting it back into my pocket. I felt around and was relieved to find that my gun was still there. Letting out a sigh of relief I stood up. “At least I still have my gun.” I said quietly to myself. All I had with me were the clothes on my back and whatever I had in my pockets, which wasn’t much. Just my wallet, phone, keys and gun. Better than nothing I guess. I started walking to, who knows where. I just knew that I needed to get to a phone so I could let Sam and Dean know what was going on. It took hours of walking, but I finally got to a store. Walking in, I went straight over to the counter to ask the clerk if they had a phone I could borrow. He told me that the phone wasn’t for customers, which annoyed the hell outta me. As I turned to leave I noticed the newspaper on the counter. Confused, I picked it up and took a closer look. July 12 1983. “1983? Oh crap.” The realization dawning on me. Putting the paper back down, I left the store. Crap, crap, crap. Those feathered douches sent me back in time, no wonder my phone has no service. I walked down the sidewalk annoyed until it dawned on me that I have no way of contacting my brothers. They’re not going to know what happened to me. I would pray to Cas, but even if he did hear me and show up, it wouldn’t be the same Cas that I know. “Dammit!” I quietly cursed under my breath. Checking my wallet and seeing that I had some cash, I decided it would be best to find a cheap motel and come up with some sort of game plan.

Over the weeks then months, I did everything that I could think of to try and get in contact with my brothers and Cas and even getting desperate enough to pray to any angel that would listen. Nothing seemed to work though. I ran out of money pretty quickly and had to resort to swindling people at pool and eventually, running credit card scams. I guess it was lucky that I had my dad and brothers to teach me all this stuff because otherwise I would be screwed right now. At some point I had gotten a car and just decided to live out of that. I always kept moving, never really wanting to stay in one place for too long. I soon realized that there didn’t seem to be any monsters around, well, not that I could tell. Everything seemed almost too perfect. No monsters, no nothing. Even though there weren’t any signs of monsters, I still did my best to stock my trunk up with whatever weapons I could get my hands on. I wanted more than anything to get back to my brothers but as time went on, it being about a year since the angels sent me back here, I started to come to terms with this probably being my life now. While I was sad at the prospect of never seeing Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack again, I was also filled with a sense of hope. Hope that maybe, this was my chance to have that normal, apple pie life that I have always wanted. 

It was now 1984 and I had made my way to a place called Santa Carla. It was weird, I had never heard of this place before. There were lots of things that were different about where/when I was compared to where I am from. It was almost like, not only had I been transported back in time, but also to a different reality or something like that. I mean, it would help to explain all these things, the lack of monsters for one. As I drove through town, I took a bit of a look around. I didn’t know what it was about this place, but I felt like I never wanted to leave. Making my way to the boardwalk parking lot, I parked my car, turned off the engine and let out a sigh. “I guess this is home for a while.” I said to myself. The car park was pretty crowded, which I guess was to be expected with it being the beginning of summer. I spent the first couple weeks just sticking to the boardwalk during the day. I started to hear rumors of this place being called “The murder capitol of the world”. This didn’t spook me too much though, I was a hunter after all. Well, I guess ex-hunter now.  Tonight, I decided to check the boardwalk out and see what the night life was like. I walked around for a while just looking at things. Nothing too special happened that night and for the next few weeks, I kept going back to the boardwalk at night. I didn’t know why, but whenever I went there at night, I felt like I was searching for something but I didn’t know what it was. I had also started to feel like I was being watched. I tried to keep an eye out for whoever or whatever was watching me, but I could never find them. Well, that was until tonight. Four punk looking bikers were watching me. The second I laid eyes on them, I knew that there was something off about them but I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I wasn't scared of them though, it took a lot more than some rough looking bikers to scare me. As the night went on, it seemed like they were following me. I decided to test it and walked off of the boardwalk and onto the beach. I made my way to a secluded part of the beach and once I was sure that no one would be around to see or hear us, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face them.

“Why have you been following me?” I asked them, arms crossed and my eyes watching their every move. They sent me smirks and glanced at each other before looking back at me. “We saw you on the boardwalk one night and we wanted to get to know you.” The short one with a long and curly mullet said. “Yeah, we thought you looked cool, sugar.” The one with wild, blonde hair added. He looked like he belonged in a band with the way he dressed and styled his hair. “So that involved stalking me?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised in question. “Sorry about that. We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” This time it was the tall, brunette that spoke up. He seemed genuine in what he was saying. I couldn’t explain why but I just felt as though I could trust them. It really didn’t make any sense, seeing as I didn’t even know them, but then again, nothing seemed to make much sense anymore. “So how about it, doll?” The Billy Idol looking one said. He seemed to be the leader of the group. I thought for a moment. I knew that Dean and Sam would kill me for making such a bad decision. “You guys going to tell me your names first?” I asked. Amused that they have yet to even introduce themselves. “I’m David, that’s Dwayne, Paul and that’s Marko.” David introduced himself and the others, pointing to each of them as he said their names. They all greeted me with a hello and or a wave. “I’m Mia. It’s nice to meet you boys.” From that night on, I had found myself stuck with four incredibly attractive punk biker friends. They stuck to me like glue. Well, at night they did. I never seemed to see them during the day and whenever I asked about it, they seemed to always come up with an excuse. It didn’t take me very long to figure out why. They were vampires. They never hung out with me during the day, they went off during the night when we were all hanging out, people were going missing like crazy and the way they looked at people was akin to how a predator would watch its prey. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Dean and Sam would kill me if they knew that I didn’t gank them on the spot when I figured it out. And to make matters worse, I had started dating them. I knew that it was wrong. I knew that I should have taken them down and saved the people of Santa Carla, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Just the thought made me sick and made me feel like if I did gank them, I would be making the worst mistake of my life. It was like I had some sort of unexplainable bond with them. 

The boys and I mostly hang out at the boardwalk but we will sometimes go back to the cave and hangout there. When they took me to the cave for the first time, I was honestly pretty shocked. I heard the word cave and thought that it would look like a, well, like a cave. But this was completely different. While yes, it was still a cave, it was filled with so much stuff and actually looked pretty homey. David had told me about the hotel that used to be there and how it was built on a fault, causing it to fall when there was a big earthquake. It was honestly really nice having people to be around again. I didn’t realize just how lonely and isolated I had become over the past year. Being with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko made me feel more at ease and happier than I have been in a very long time. This was the first time since I got zapped here, that I have truly felt content about my situation. I know I shouldn’t be feeling so comfortable and trusting with vampires, but I knew that they would never hurt me. I trusted them with my life. I stayed in the cave with them a couple times a week, but for the most part, I still slept in my car. I didn’t want to tell the boys about this because that could lead to more questions and those would be questions I would either not have answers for, or I just wouldn’t want to answer. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to try and explain to them that, not only am I a hunter, but I am also from the future and another reality. To be fair, they all had a pretty big secret that they still haven’t told me. Them being vampires. I decided to just not bring it up to them and let them tell me in their own time. Maybe that would give me the push that I needed to tell them about my own secret. Right now I was sleeping in my car. I was woken up by a knocking on my window. I shot up, gun at the ready, aimed at whoever was at my window. I lowered my gun as soon as I saw my boyfriend's face. Dwayne. I opened the door, got out and tucked my gun away. “Crap. I’m sorry Dwayne.” I told him as I closed the door. “It’s okay princess, but why do you have a gun?” He asked me, worry laced in his deep voice. I shrugged at him. “Protection.” I told him simply. Technically not lying. Dwayne nodded in understanding, though I could see that he knew I wasn't telling the whole truth. Dwayne brushed a piece of hair away from my face as he took a couple steps forward, making me back myself up against the car. It wasn’t to be intimidating though. “Why are you sleeping in your car?” He asked, his hand coming down and resting on my hip. I looked up at Dwayne. Knowing that this could make him ask even more questions, the kind of questions that I was worried about, I answered him. “I've been living in my car?” I told him but it sounded more like a question.

Dwayne stood there, his face one of shock. “You should have told us sooner.” He said, scolding me slightly but only out of worry for me. I tried to tell him that it’s fine but he didn’t want to hear it. He then asked me how long I have been living in my car for and when I told him that it’s been about a year, he all but forced me to move into the cave with him and the others. I rolled my eyes but didn’t put up too much of a fight. I didn’t mind the cave and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to some better nights sleep. When Dwayne brought me back to the cave that night and told the others about where I had been sleeping the past year and how I would be moving in with them, they weren’t mad per say, but they, like Dwayne, weren’t too happy to hear about it. They just wanted me to be safe and wished that I had told them sooner. Though, they were very happy that I would be living with them now. It didn’t take them long to put together a room for me. They wanted to give me a space that could be mine and make me feel like this was my home because, well, it was my home now. For the next two months everything went fine. The boys and I did what we normally did. We went to the boardwalk, went on rides, played the games on the boardwalk and we all hung out at the cave. Today I had been working on my car. My  car was parked up top where their bikes normally were. I was lucky that I had Dean to teach me everything he knew about cars. It had gotten dark while I was working, so I took out the flashlight that I had and just continued. I heard the sound of gravel crunching and knew that, that meant that Dwayne was awake and had come out to help me. He would often come out and help me while I worked on my car, just as long as it was after dark. It was really nice to do something together, just the two of us. “You need some help, princess?” Dwayne asked. He crouched down beside the car and waited for my answer. “No, I’m almost done. Thank you anyway, Dwayne.” I called out from underneath the car. Dwayne being Dwayne, he decided to help me anyway. He grabbed the other torch that was in my toolbox, slid himself underneath the car with me and held the light up so I could see better. I looked at him and he just gave me a satisfied grin. 

I had always dreamed of having that normal, apple pie life but with the boys being vampires, I knew that wouldn’t exactly happen. It didn’t seem to matter though. I was probably the happiest that I had ever been. Not to say that I wasn't happy with my brothers, I was, but this was just different. I was in love. In love with four amazing guys that, I had come to realize, would do anything for me. As I would for them. They made me so incredibly happy and made me feel so safe and loved. I had finally fully accepted that I would be here forever, no way back to my brothers or my old life, and I was okay with that now. I had Dwayne, David, Paul and Marko. Speaking of Paul and Marko, I loved how wild and crazy they were. They were always stirring shit up wherever they went, usually pulling me into their chaos. I was always up for some chaos though. I mean, my life before all of this was pure chaos, but not exactly in the fun way. More in the, fighting for my life, kind of way. With Paul and Marko, it was always fun. After I had finished with my car, Dwayne helped me pack my tools away. I put the toolbox in the backseat of my car and walked over to the stairs, Dwayne right behind me. I spent the rest of the night hanging out with the boys at the boardwalk. Paul and Marko were all over me all night. They never left my side for a moment. I was standing with all of them around the bikes, I had Paul behind me, his arms around my waist and Marko was in front of me, also holding onto me. They were the two of the group that were the most comfortable with all types of PDA. David and Dwayne did show some forms of PDA but that was mostly a kiss here and there, holding my hand and a hug. Paul and Marko however, had zero shame. I was trying to talk to David but I could barely concentrate. Paul had his face in my neck, kissing it. “You okay there, doll?” David asked with a smirk, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I’m fine.” I told him with a stifled giggle. I could feel Paul laugh into my neck. “I think she’s ticklish.” Marko said with a chuckle. I could see the look in his eyes and it said that he was about to mess with me. “Don’t you dare, Marko.” I told him, jokingly. “Alright boys, leave her alone.” David told them, trying to save me from their terror. When it was time for all of us to leave, David pulled me over in his direction, wanting me to ride with him. I happily agreed, hopping on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head against his back.

The next night, I was laying on my bed in my room. The boys told me that they had to go out and to “deal with some stuff” and that they would be back soon. I knew what that meant, even if they didn’t know that I knew. They were going to feed. I just told them to be safe. I spent that time listening to music and cleaning my guns. The boys obviously knew that I had guns and they actually thought that it was pretty cool. I even took them out shooting a few times, which was a good and a bad idea. While David already had experience and Dwayne was a very quick learner, Marko and Paul went a bit crazy, but luckily nobody got hurt. I didn’t know it, but the boys had gotten back and were currently going through the trunk of my car. They had snagged my keys earlier without me knowing. David was the one that had this nagging feeling that there was something that I was hiding from them. So naturally, he decided that rummaging around in the trunk of my car for, he didn’t even know, was the best idea. The boys didn’t know exactly what they were going to find, but it definitely wasn’t the haul of weapons, holy water, silver etc. in the secret compartment. Their hearts sank. Their mate was a hunter and their mate was possibly going to kill them when they found out what they were. Or worse, they thought. You already knew and you were just trying to get close to them so you could make the kill. Why you kept this charade up for so long, they didn’t know. But either way, they knew that they needed to confront you about all of this. So that’s exactly what they did. After they put everything back in its place and closed the trunk, they made their way back inside the cave and to my room.

I was now laying on my bed, a book in my hands, when they entered. I looked up at them and smiled. However, my smile faded when I saw the serious, sad and almost heartbroken expressions on all of their faces. I promptly put my book to the side and sat up. “Boys? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked them worriedly. I was worried that something had happened while they were out. Maybe one of them got hurt, but I couldn’t see any injuries. David was the first to speak up. “Is there something that you need to tell us?” He asked, his voice stern and laced with malice. I gave them a confused look. “What are you talking about?” I asked David. I didn’t have any idea what this was about. “Cut the shit, Mia. We know you’re a hunter. We saw what’s in your trunk.” He said. My heart dropped at his words. Oh crap, they know. I knew that I was going to have this conversation with them at some point, but I never wanted it to happen like this. I let out a sigh and ran a hand down my face. I guess it’s happening now. “Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you boys about this earlier, but it’s not exactly an easy thing to explain.” I told them. “Just tell us!” Paul demanded. He looked so hurt, they all did. Though David masked his hurt with anger. “Yes, I’m a hunter. I know what you boys are. I’ve known basically the whole time but I have no intention of hurting you. I could never hurt you.” I told them, practically pleading for them to believe me. “Then what the hell is all that shit in your trunk?” David asked angrily, his voice raised. I was now standing in front of them. “What I have to tell you is probably going to be difficult for you to believe, but I swear it’s the truth.” I told them. “Try us.” Dwayne spoke up, his arms crossed and face stern. “I was born and raised in the hunter lifestyle, it’s all I’ve ever known. My brothers, Dean and Sam, are hunters too but they aren’t here. They’re back home. I’m not from this reality or time. I’m from a different version of this reality and the year there is 2018. There are more than just vampires in my world and my brothers and I, along with other hunters, we hunt them. I was just out on a supply run when I was ambushed by some feathered douchebag angels and zapped here.” They all stayed silent as I explained everything to them, taking in all the information. When I was finished, Marko was the first one to speak up. “So, if you knew about us this whole time, had all of that stuff in your trunk and are a hunter…. Why haven’t you killed us yet?” He asked me. I gave him a small smile. “Because I love you. I love all of you.” I told them. I told them that from the moment I met them, I have felt a pull to them. A bond. Like there was an invisible thread that tethered me to them.

They exchanged glances with each other before looking back at me. Almost as if they were having a silent discussion with each other. That’s when they decided to explain to me that I was their mate. That, that’s the reason I was feeling that way and that’s why I was so drawn to them. I have heard of this kind of thing before. The vamps in my universe mate for life, so I assumed that this was the same kind of thing. I wasn't freaked out at all by this information. The exact opposite actually. I was happy hearing that we were all meant to be together. After the air had been cleared and all the skeletons were out of the closet, we all made up from our little misunderstanding. By the end of the night, we were all laid in my bed. Our bodies so tangled together that I didn’t know which limb belonged to who. I was glad that they had believed what I had told them and had forgiven me for keeping it from them for so long. They were also very happy that I was okay with them being vampires. They had lots of questions for me about my world/time and about all the different monsters, to which I happily answered as much as I possibly could. “Wait. So the vampires from your world, their faces don’t morph and ALL of their teeth grow long and sharp?” Paul questioned. “Yep.”

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