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‘Mel-wo’

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spoiler alert: this has season 12x01 spoilers and cute fluffyness.

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“Is this your so-called Bunker, Dean?” The lovely Mary Winchester asks, standing a few feet behind her son. Dean smiles, nodding up and down while he turns the key to the left, unengaging the lock.

“Yeah, it looks way better on the inside. That, and it’s a bit warmer inside too.” Mary flashes her son a smile as he pops open the door. He escorts her inside, and instantly she is astonished by the view from the balcony overlooking a room.

While waltzing into the bunker, after Dean closes the metal door rather loudly, Mary steps to the edge of the balcony overlooking the war room and the enterance of the library.

Her mouth is slightly ajar, while her hands clutch the metal railing.

“This is lovely.” Mary takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of wood, beer, and smoke.

“Yeah.” Dean says with a smile, laying his arms to rest on the edge of the bars. “It’s quite amazing. There’s many rooms, showers, toilets, books- the whole schebang.”

The blonde chuckles, glancing over the whole room again- taking a special intrigue to the world map. That was when she noticied a little girl in the corner of her eye.

The young one couldn’t of have been that old, maybe three or four at the least. Their hair was beautiful, resting on the back of their shoulders as they wearily walked towards the table.

“Hey,” Dean says as he starts making his way down the stairs. “Hey Funsize.”

The small child, y/n, sleepily rubbed their sleepy e/c eyes. It had been a long fitful night for the small child, and all she wanted was some sleep.

Dean made it to the bottom of the stairs, while Mary followed along, leeping close eye on how Dean approached the lovely child.

“Dee.” Y/N whispered softly, smiling lazily as she waddled her big brother Dean. Dean smiled, moving down to scoop her up into his toned arms. Her smile practically radiated off the bunker walls.

“Hey smallfry.” He says with a gentle smile, “Did we wake you up?”

Y/n nods, laying their head on Deans shoulder while glancing out towards Mary.

Mary had tears threatening to blur her eyes. Dean was so good with the small child, making Mary question whether y/n was Deans daughter or someone elses.

“Aww I’m sorry. Say, Y/N, how about I make it up to you?” Dean glances down to y/n, catching sight of their h/c. “See this lovely lady here? This is Mom.”

Mary smiles although she is a tad bit confused- she didn’t to question it.

“M-?” Y/n asks quietly, watching Mary with a sleepy half open eyed look.

His deep chuckle met both of their ears. “Yeah.”

The small child smiled wider. “Mhm.”

Mary smiles and steps closer.

“Hey Y/N…” she says to herself, hoping she didn’t say your name incorrectly.

“Mel-wo.” Y/n speech is slurred and heavy with sleep.

Dean is grinning like an idiot, watching the young girl interact with his lovely mother. Y/n shifted a bit on the mans shoulder, and moved their to rest near their rosy cheek.

Mary smiled, moving forward to brush a piece of hair out of the child’s eyes. Dean started to sway side to side in the slowest manner. That was when her started to hum Don McLean’s American Pie.

The vibrations started to soothe y/n back to sleep.

After a minute or two, Y/N fell back asleep on his shoulder. That was when Dean decided to address questions he knew his mom had in mind.

“She’s not John’s or mine.” Dean says softly towards his mother as he gently rocked the sleeping child in his arms.

“I assumed that much.” Mary lies quietly, but glad that Dean cleared up her confusions. “Who’s their parent though?”

“This poor couple from Chanute.” Dean says with a loud sigh. “Killed by a fugly ass.”

Mary sadly nodded, mentally scowling Dean.

“So you guys took y/n in?”

“Yeah.” Dean says, slowing his rocking motions to a slow sway once more. Mary smiled with a newfound pride towards her son.

“I am so proud of you.” Mary tells her sun, unable to hold back her wide smile.

Dean responded with a smile, and forced himself not to cry.

‘No chick-flick moments, Winchester.’

“Thanks Mom.” Dean replies calmly.

Y/N shifted in his hold, moving till their head rested in the crook of his neck.

“Hey is it okay if I take shortstack to their room? I still owe you that tour.”

“Of course. I’ll wait just right here.”

Dean turned gently, and started towards the library. He treaded carefully, making sure to avoid the creaky floorboards so he wouldn’t wake up Y/N-

That’s when he noticed the blood.

It was small bloody footprints, all that faded as they moved towards where he was, but at the end of the library was a dark pool of blood that smeared out in some ways.

Instantly bells went off in Dean’s head.

He moved his hand to grab y/n’s foot. It was covere with blood, but it was caked on and dry.

‘Why didn’t I notice that?’

Dean looked over his shoulder, and saw Mary staring at the blood with wide eyes.

“Stay here.” Dean says, moving his arm to scoop beneath y/n with one arm while he moved to grab his handgun with his other hand.

Slowly, he made it to his room- making sure to gently lay Y/N on his bed, quickly tuck her in, and lock the door on the way out- after making sure it was clear first.

Dean made his was down the important halls, checking for any signs of intruders or blood. He wanted to know where the blood from- or who it was from.

'Maybe it was just spilled Dead Man’s Blood.’

Dean told himself, inspecting the room a bit more before deciding to circle back to where his mother was.

As soon as he reached the library, his mind flew from warrior mode to 'oh shit!’ mode.

“Woah, woah, woah put the gun down Mom. This is a friend.” Dean was blocking his mothers aim towards the trenchcoat cladded angel, who was staring at the hunter with wide eyes and a sense of confused relief.

Mary took a breath, and hesitantly moved the gun towards the ground. That was when Dean spun on his heel, still in alert while relieved somewhat.

“Dean?” Castiel, his good ol’ angel friend asked with a heldback happiness.

“Cas.” Dean says with a smile, following Castiel’s lead in a hug. The ethereal being hugged the anxious hunter tighter, mentally thanking his father for keeping the man alive.

“U-Okay-Cas.” The angel let go.

“How are you not dead Dean? What happened with Amara?”

Dean sighed.

“A story for another time.” Dean says. “Where’s Sam? There’s blood in the b-”

“That’s why I am here. Sam was taken.” Familiar alarms went off in Dean’s head, causing his blood pressure to rise while his worry went up too.

“What do you mean taken?” Mary spoke up, asking the question both on her mind and Dean’s.

“Sam and I arrived here to the bunker early this morning, we were speaking before this woman used this ward that sent me away. I don’t know what happened after that but I am sure that he has been taken, and I don’t know about-”

“Y/N fine Cas, she’s in my room.”

Both Dean and Castiel took a deep breath, feeling many thoughts of worry fill their heads.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but who are you?”

Dean glanced to his mother.

“Mom, this is Cass. He’s an angel.”

“A what-now?”

“I am an Angel of the Lord.” Castiel replied.

“An Angel?” Mary is in disbelief.

“Yeah- you know, sit on a cloud, playing a harp-” Dean is making little string playing movements.

“-I don’t have a harp.”

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'Breathe'

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Breathe in…

Breathe out.

You close your eyes for one more second, doing one of the things you were taught to do by your brothers Sam and Dean if you ever got lost. Breathe, Bobby, Shelter . It was drilled into your head, as if it was a simple motion like walking or sleeping.

“Shelter now, Bobby later.”

Breathe in- you can feel your belly expand while you walked towards the flickering neon lights of a place called ‘Rest-a-while Motel’. It was a nice place, great for you to sit outside while you call Uncle Bobby to come pick you up and help you find your brothers.

As soon as you got to Rest-a-while, you instantly notice a nice, ‘65 Ford Mustang in the parking lot of this motel. Why you had noticed it? Because it was the car you saw your brother Sammy drive off in this morning.

So, without even thinking, you run to the first door you see- the one right infront of the parking spot the Mustang is in. One, twice, three times your fist hits the door. There is a bubbling in your belly that you can’t hold back.

“…”

“…”

You knock a bit more.

You can hear the hissing of something though from inside, which confirms that someone is in there. It has to be your brother!

You awkwardly stand on your tippy toes, being carefully not to trip and fall. You can barely see inside.

You can see books on the table, keys, oranges, a crumpled t-shirt, a bottle, and a knife.

‘It’s definantely Sammy’s room! You have to get in!’

You step back, and look to see if there is any other way to get in.

There’s only the window, the door, the AC unit, and th-

'Ac! Duh!’

You try to push the Ac in from this side, but it doesn’t even budge.

“Crap.” You say loudly, not realizing that you were using a 'big kid word’. You tried to shove it once more, but you only ended up with irritated hands.

You moved to the door, and sighed- placing your head on the fading white wood. All you wanted to do was get inside, see your brother, and hug him.

Your fingers moved up to the door, and unconsciously you started to trail your fingers down the wood grain. You pressed a bit harder, feeling the bumps graze your skin quicker.

Suddenly the door opened, gently moving forward- creaking softly in your ears.

Confusion was the first alarm to go off head. Why had it open? Was the hinge broken? Am I a wizard?

'Yer a wizard, y/n.’ Ran through your head for a brief second, before you saw a simple explanation.

Sam didn’t lock the door, and you must’ve pushed the door in a way that it caused it to open.

'I’m still a wizard.’

You pushed the door open, stepped inside the motel room- which was a nice one. A lot of white and grey, but on the other note it was roomy, comfy, and relaxing in a way.

Without even thinking it through, you went to the small table you had saw earlier. Your hands grasped the wallet ontop, and looked inside- and sure enough it was your brothers. Your heart skipped another beat, dancing to the hapiness and relief that you had wanted for the past day.

The hissing stopped now, and there was a small thud.

You danced a small relief of joy. Sammy was okay, and you were going to be too. That stopped from running into the bathroom to hug him though, because then Sammy would probably die of embarassment.

’ I walk this empty street,  On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps..’

You jumped at this sudden noise, recognizing both that Sam’s phone was going off and that it was right next to you.

Without thinking, you quickly turned off the phone before throwing it on the bed.

That was when the door opened to the bathroom, revealing a tired Sammy who was ruffling his hair with a towel.

You instantly ran to your brother, and enveloped him in a tight hug- which was actually quite funny since you were a good three feet shorter than him.

“What th-” You hugged him tighter, crying softly into your arm as you hugged him. Sam was staring at you with disdained confusion.

“Sammy-” you cried, “I’m so happy I found you- D-Dean was-”

You felt Sam move down, breaking your embrace to be at your level. You sniffed, and wiped your face with your sleeve.

“-Dean was helping this lady and he got taken. I was sitting in the impala waiting for him. I-I don’t know what happened after that but I woke up in this weird place down the street and-”

Sam wrapped you in a tight hug, helping calm your sudden outburst. The excitement you had earlier died down a bit.

“It’s okay Y/N. We’ll go out and find Dean. But first off, let’s get you taken care of.”

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