#misguidedspn

1987, Jackson Hole, Wyoming 

John Winchester was at an impasse, he had never seen everything like it. 

He had come here in this lost town in the middle of Wyoming because of a lead, given to him by his friend, the local Sheriff, people were starting to go missing, and then found dead, that sort of thing. Bear attacks, officially…. unofficially? Vampires, new ones, because of the mess they were leaving behind. 

It didn’t took him long to find the vamp either

Nothing out of the ordinary so far, though, he thought vampires were gone, almost extinct according to his friend, so he was pleased to help with that. to make it official

But everything really started turning strange when he was trailing that Vamp back to his nest, he would have taken them all down right then and there, he only had to wait until morning and wipe them out, but they didn’t stay put, they were on the move, a very quick move, not only one, all of them. A single man leading them drew his attention, he was wearing an expensive looking suit, he drove a mercedes. He had to be a vampire, because of how he moved easily amongst them.

They moved out of town and the all-you-can-eat buffé midtown represented. He followed them right along a road that left the city, and then another dirt road across a forest, and beyond.

There, in the middle of a clearing, stood a big farmhouse. 

He called for backup for his friend, but it was going to take a while, he was busy with official stuff. That put John in another bind, he couldn’t face them all alone, not without Sheriff Jeffersons, or Daniel Elkins and his special gun. He stood there, waiting, in the woods, with the lights and the motor still turned off. 

He would never admit it, he was ashamed, and to this day, it would be one of the things he regretted the most, he snoozed on the job. The sounds from the woods lulled him to sleep, and the House, even though had been boarded with a group of vampires, was quiet.

The rumble of the cars woke him up, not even an hour later.

He looked at the house some more, but everything was quiet, and in the dark, so he grabbed his gun with silver bullets, and his knife with a bottle of dead man’s blood, and he ventured towards the property. 

It was a nice house, which surprised him, no gates or big fences around it though… it was all out in the open…

…So was the door, opened for everyone who wanted to go inside. He entered slowly, everything was in silence, quiet… except… from a horrible smell that lingered. He walked through the foyer and into the house, his gun up, the living room to his left was empty, so was the dining room to the right, and the kitchen in the far left… he ended up in a study, the smell was stronger there because… there it was… 

A half charred body of a woman. Her face was still… untouched, which allowed him to go near, and check, she wasn’t a vampire, he noticed as he lifted her top lip. But she was dead… very dead…a human woman, gone. A sense of dread and guilt was settling inside of him, but there was no time for that now, his senses were still much activated in hunter mode.

He looked around and found pictures hanging on the wall of the cozy room, of her and a man, and a baby, and some others of a little girl, the same child, who had clearly grown up… he looked for the rest of the rooms, the second floor, there was nobody there, the house was empty, he found the little girl’s room, but… not little girl anywhere. 

The vamps didn’t take anyone with them, so he could just assume… he couldn’t assume anything

If she was simply a victim why didn’t they just… fed off of her? Why leave her like this?, why go to the trouble of burning her? This seemed personal.

He came back to the study, to see if he had missed something, thinking about calling the police… his friend. 

He looked back at the woman, sadly. But this time, what also drew his attention is that only her body was burned… not the floor, not the carpet, nor did he see any accelerants around, it looked like a supernatural affair, aside from the vampire part… but what he did see, is that when he moved the carpet to look at it more closely… There were marks on the wooden floor.

He looked up to the big bookcase above him, and figure it out

He moved it with difficulty… but it yielded… and behind it, he found an iron door…

This wasn’t a good sign… Iron was known to stop a plethora of monsters and creatures

He opened the steel doors with a grunt and all of his force, wondering how that frail looking woman could have moved this on her own. He expected to find some sort of weapon, or beast, or an undiscovered creature ready to jump him, but instead, he gasped, opening his eyes wide and shaking with surprise… when he found that he least expected. 

His legs shook with uncertainty and his eyes shined with unshed tears when he saw a little girl curled up in the corner of the safe space, she looked up at him with eyes filled with tears, she couldn’t have been older than 7, she was the one from the pictures, doe eyes and chubby cheeks, lips in the form of a wobbly pout 

“Where's my mommy?” she cried 

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” he asked, and she just nodded. He didn’t know what to do, she… this… little girl, was inside an Iron box, this was no coincidence, she could be this supernatural being, she could be… 

“My mommy” she cried again, but John didn’t have the heart to tell her her mother was gone, but wise beyond her years, the girl seemed to notice his sadness. “Oh” she whined, dropping some more tears down her chubby cheeks. Against everything he knew, against everything he believed in… he lowered his guard

“C´mere” he called, opening his arms and without even thinking, she jumped in between them, hugging him tightly, curling up against his chest. His body seemed to be working of his own accord, because he could have never done that under different circumstances, this little girl… was something else…

“M’scared” she whined. He shushed her, caressing her hair

“It’s ok little one” , he hushed softly, “i’m going to get you out of here, alright?”

He didn’t know why, or how, knowing the context in which he found her he could bet that she was also a supernatural being, but even against his hunter nature, he hugged that kid against his chest, drawn to her like he had ever been drawn to anything else. With his fingers crossed, at least metaphorically, he exited the iron room, and the girl only seemed to hang onto him more tightly. He made sure to hide the little one’s face against his chest, so she wouldn’t look at the scene in the study.

“Where’s your daddy?”, he asked softly

“He went away”, she said, “mommy said he went to heaven”. she said so innocently, it broke his heart

Well, fuck

He couldn’t leave her, not here, but he didn’t know what to do… he could call the police… but… they would ask questions, and leaving her here was out of the question, she was just a child.

If she was a supernatural being, he didn’t know what she was, there was still a small chance she was a normal kid  There was a bigger chance her family knew about the supernatural, judging by the Iron box, it would have made sense if her mother was, and this turned out to be personal for the vampires to come after her. 

There were so many theories working in John’s mind right now.

“Do you have any family, darling?”, he asked, as he took her out of the house. She shook her head. But now, that wasn’t much to go on, she could not know, she was still little.

He walked back to the Impala, and buckled her in in the copilot seat. Then, he called the Sheriff back, asking him to send people to the house, and asking him about information on the family. He was asked to keep the girl with him until the next morning, from this time to tomorrow, so they could gather information, if there was any, about her family.

John, after hanging up with Henry, he climbed to the pilot seat. He didn’t even realize, but he was shaking, his hands trembling as he grabbed the steering wheel, and started the car. He looked to the side, to the little girl, and then to the other side, to the door, and then back at the road.

He had stashed in his car holy water, salt, copper, anything, all sorts of weapons for all sorts of monsters, he eyed her back, carefully. 

She was just trying to look at the road over the tall board of the car. She was still sniffing, her eyes big with tears, he made his heart sink. The little girl just lost her mom, she probably didn’t have anyone else.

“How old are you?”, he asked, the girl just looked at him

“Six”, she answered simply, and then she just kept looking at the road in the dark, lighted up by the yellow lights of the Impala.

He stopped by the local diner, and bought her dinner. Also, he bought a couple of burgers for his sons, who were waiting for him back at the motel. He insisted she stayed in the car, and before he gave her the food, he sneaked holy water in her strawberry milkshake. 

John watched her eat a burger, fries and sip on the strawberry milkshake, no reaction. So, demonic creatures were discarded. 

He needed to get back to his sons. His mind was saying that this was a mistake, taking this girl with him, however… he couldn’t leave her. He didn’t even understand it himself, he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the girl to the authorities… At least until tomorrow

He came back to the motel were his sons were waiting for him, the trembling girl holding onto his hand

“Who are you?”, asked Dean, frowning at the little girl

“I’m (y/n)”, she said softly, Dean seemed to… be content by now… going back to watch TV, and Sam was… didn’t understand much of what was going on. He was only four. The girl looked back at him.

“Those are my sons, Dean, and Sam”, he introduced, and the little girl just smiled and nodded

Was he just going to… keep this kid? 

Dean seemed pleased as he let her give them the burgers and fries, and he watched them from the corner, sipping a beer as they talked and then curled up together and falling asleep on the bed. She seemed.. normal… she didn’t flinch when he slipped holy water into her milkshake, she ate normally, she looked normal… was she a hunter’s kid? there was a still very real chance she was just a child. 

The very next day, he was called into the Sheriff office, with not very happy news. There was no record of family, her grandparents on both sides were gone, her parents didn’t have any siblings, so, no uncles or aunts… 

“I received a call nonetheless”, he said shortly, “some relatives asking about the girl”

“Can you corroborate?”, he asked then

“It’s hard, they are her mother’s cousins or something, but hey… this is good news, she is just a little girl, that poor woman was just… in the wrong place at the wrong time”, he said simply

“At her house?”, he said, he should be relieved, the case was closed, but he wasn’t, “the vamps wanted the girl, the mother hid her, she… is different, she has to be…”

“I don’t know what to tell you, there is a birth certificate of her”, he said, sliding it over the table, “a very real and corroborated birth certificate, from Wyoming”, he said, “the story of her parents check out too”

“What about the relatives?”, he asked, checking the document, a normal name, a normal date, nothing out of the ordinary.

“They are on their way, should be here in a couple of hours”, he said simply. Not knowing what his friend was truly thinking. “Why don’t you take the kids for a while until this family can come and pick her up?”, he offered with a shy smile. John grunted, not liking where this was going. But he returned to his kids. 

Three kids ate more than a group of piranhas, John thought as he took them for pizza. Wyoming was a nice place, he thought, looking at the beautiful snowy mountains, the green pastures all around, the beautiful valley, then he looked at his kids, eating happily. The girl had this sad look on her face, but she seemed content. 

Time went by quickly, and soon, he was back at the police station, when he parked the car, he saw a mini-van parked outside, a pretty picture, he thought. His friend was speaking to a couple, then he gestured to the car where they were. 

John excited the car, his sons stood inside, only taking the little girl

“Who are they?”. She asked, looking at the couple, grabbing onto his hand tightly. 

“You don’t know them sweety?”, John asked, she shook her head 

“There you are!”, shrieked the extremely happy woman, she looked nice enough. But (y/n) hid behind John. 

“I don’t know you!”, she accused

“I’m your aunt sweety”, she said through gritted teeth. John looked back at the car, where Sam and Dean were waiting, they did not seem impressed, their hands on the window of the impala, watching the scene. 

John turned to meet the couple, who were trying to coax the little girl from going with them

“Leave me alone!”, she screamed

“Don’t be a brat now, we are taking you to your new home”, said the man, again, this couple looks like a picture perfect pair, like they are just coming out of a Benetton catalog… but something was off about them. “we have your things from your house, your favorite blanket, your clothes”, but she only shrieked in response 

Sheriff Jefferson tried to calm them down, both parties,  hands in the air and a soft smile on his face

“Now now, Petersons, why don’t we go inside and start some paperwork?”, he said, trying to invite the couple in

“Who are you? Why do you have our niece?”, the unknown man started attacking John this time. 

“She is a collaborator”, explained the Sheriff, “please”, he said standing between the couple and John and the girl, pointing towards the building, the little girl was invited to follow, but she didn’t want to go. 

He felt (y/n)  grab onto his jeans tightly, with too much strength for a little girl. 

“I don’t want to go with them”, she said shakily

“Sweety, they are your family”, he said gently, but she shook her head

“I don’t have a family!”, they might be estranged, but he couldn’t take her word for it, could he?

It took him a while, but he finally convinced her, he even had to go inside with her, but after he made her enter the office with the “Petersons”, he managed to sneak away, out of the office, and out of the station.

He should be relieved, he though, as he walked back to his car, he couldn’t keep her like she was some sort of puppy, he already had two kids, he couldn't possibly handle one more, he was on a path of revenge, and he was just started, getting good at it… only four years on the road… he couldn’t take on one more, he just couldn’t… he got into his car, and with a last look at the station, he turned around on his car and started to drive away

His boys said nothing, they only looked at him. 

“Are we leaving (y/n)?”, Dean asked

“She is with her family now”, he said simply, but not convinced. 

He tried to get his mind on the road ahead of him, he already had a lead on a new case, but he felt the intense gaze of his children on him, and when he looked at the rearview mirror, the station seemed to be staring back at him, the van… it was so weird…

“God dammit”, he muttered under his breath, turning the car around. That seemed to please them. The Impala brake in front of the building, and he got out of the car in a jump

He couldn’t just leave. 

And he was going to be so glad he didn’t. 

He heard a commotion inside the station, shouting, people screaming. 

They were not a Benetton catalog couple after all

Fangs were drawn.

Vampires

There were only two, against John, a Sheriff and his apprentice. (y/n) was curled up against a corner in the office, screaming, scared out of her life, John had a bitter flashback from when he first found her, inside that Iron safe space. 

They finished the vamps without much effort, and soon (y/n) had her small arms around John’s neck, not wanting to let go. 

“Take the girl and go”, Sheriff Jefferson  said, “don’t lose her”, John nodded, grabbed the bag “Petersons” had made her, and he also grabbed her documents the sheriff had gathered, put it in the impala next to his small arsenal, and then… he grabbed her and his kids and left right then and there, never looking back.

As he drove back to Bobby’s, and despite everything that happened, he realized that he had no answers, only more questions. The alarm between hunters had been raised and some were going to show up to slay the vampires, but he couldn’t be the one to do the work

He had a more important job at the moment. He thought, looking back at (y/n) chatting with Sam about their favorite animal they saw in a book. 

He had no answers about her, only more questions 

“So Vampires gathered to slaughter a woman” resumed Bobby, as he met with John and his other good friend. 

“It's like that woman was their common enemy” he told them, looking out the window how the mysterious girl played with his sons, “They didn’t eat her or mangled her, they… I didn’t get to see but when I reached the house I saw her body cremated, like she had been burn up in flames”

“So she is another kind of monster” Bobby’s best friend chipped in

“But why would they team up like that?” Asked Bobby, but John didn’t listen as he kept looking at the kids. Dean and Sam looked at the little girl and she seemed excited, her body language told him she wanted to show them something, they walked towards an old wooden pallet. And he gasped in surprise when the little girl drew a small flame off her hand and set the pallet on fire

“SHIT!” John screamed, jumping from his chair and running towards the backyard door

Bobby followed him close by to find the kids surprised at their new friend’s trick

“How do you do that?” asked Sam, but John grabbed him and put him behind him to protect him just as he grabbed Dean. The little girl looked at them confused, like she did nothing wrong nor weird

“What are you?” asked John. She just looked back at them with her doe eyes

“I'm sorry!”, she said quickly, tears falling down her eyes

“What are you?”, he asked again, more calmly 

“I don’t know!”, she said, but he could tell she didn’t know what to answer. 

“Dad? what are you doing?”, asked Dean, releasing himself from his father’s hold. John’s eyes were towards the girl who looked back at him crying

Could he have been so mistaken? Was she a dangerous monster?

“I’m sorry for doing that”, she said simply, “I didn’t know that was important”, she explained, thinking this whole ordeal was because she set fire to a pile of useless wood

“Have you always been able to do that?”, he asked gently, more calmed, since she didn’t seemed to present any danger. 

“Set things on fire?”, she asked softly, “yes”, was she the one that… no… that woman was her mother, how could she possibly have done that to her mother and then locked herself up in that box?

“You can’t do that anymore”, he said softly

“Alright”, she said softly, “I’m sorry”

He watched wide-eyed how the kids just went back inside Bobby’s house

He followed them back inside to an amazed Bobby and his friend. Was he insane for letting the girl near his sons? he was, but somehow, he wasn’t able to separate him

“What monsters do we know that are harmless but can set things on fire?”, he asked out loud 

They raided the entirety of Bobby’s library, he even called some people, but nothing seemed too believable. 

“Does she… feed? like other monsters?”, asked Bobby, already tired 

“She eats with the boys”, John said, “and since the three days we have been with her she hasn’t shown signs of wanting to… feed on something else, nor to be hungry for souls or human flesh”, he said, looking back at the living room where his kids… Dean, Sam and the girl were curled up together like three cute kittens on the couch watching TV, “she sleeps normally, I have watched them, there is nothing strange about that…”

“I see”, they both looked at the children again, what surprised John the most is that even Dean had taken to her, he, who didn’t like anyone, nobody, was hugging her protectively against him. “She is so… precious…”, even Bobby, it only took one look from the little girl for him to go to town to get the three of them ice cream, “what if she is like… a siren?”

“A Siren”, John muttered, unconvinced, they looked at her again, “she doesn’t look like a Siren to me, Bobby, neither has she tried to convince us to do suicidal or homicidal things, just get her ice cream”, he said, “and sirens can’t set things on fire”

“Another type of monster then”, he said. “a witch”

“Witches aren’t born, they are made”, he said simply, “she is too young”. They kept reading, until Jim Murphy called them a couple of hours later, when the kids were asleep and they were deep in their fifth beer 

“A phoenix”, muttered Bobby to John after he hang up, he didn’t believe it himself

“Apparently Phoenixes are hated by other monsters, they are very special creatures, immortals, they grow up like a normal beings and then when they reach a mature age they stay like that” Bobby read a book he didn’t even realized he had, on mythical lore, he himself believed to be bullshit

“I thought they were mythical creatures, legends” John said unconvinced, “How is she…?”, they looked at the kids, now sleeping on the ouch 

“I don’t know man” he answered, looking at the same scene as his friend, “But, I believe that with iron…” John turned to see Bobby with an iron knife in his hand. He grabbed his wrist and shook his head as a no

“We shouldn't kill her, she is just a kid”, he said softly 

“A kid that could turn into a monster” responded Bobby. 

“She doesn't eat human flesh, she doesn’t eat souls or haunt people…”

“He could set you, or the boys on fire”, he said severely

“I’m not wasting an innocent child who just lost her family”, he said severely 

“John, what are you doing?”, he asked

“I can’t do it Bobby”, he said, his friend only nodded, and they kept reading, but no matter how much they read, they couldn’t find a chapter on its book that spoke about how or if phoenixes could control their victims, they were no victims, except those who angered them and ended up burned 

A few paragraphs, that is all there was. John didn’t know if finally knowing what she was was any better, he only got more questions. But the fact that monsters hated phoenixes made a bit more sense about the vampires. 

So life needed to go on, if John wasn't going to… “get rid” of the girl, there was only one thing left to do. 

John had another lead, another case, he needed to go on the road again, so the very next day, over breakfast with the kids, he broke the news.

“We are leaving”, he said gently, to see their reactions, the girl’s… wasn’t good

“Are you leaving me too?” she asked, about to broke into tears

“I have to work” he explained softly, Bobby grumbled something on the sort of “she is not staying here”

“Please don’t leave me!”, she screeched, standing up, running around the table, hugging into his legs, “is it because I set that thing on fire? Please, I won’t do it again! I’m sorry!” John’s jeans got wet with her tears, and he exchanged looks with Bobby

“I can’t take her with me Bobby” he explained, they both looked at the little girl, looking back at them with wide eyes

“She can’t stay…” Bobby said but not much convinced

“Bobby, it’s just going to be for a little while, I can't take her with me and leaving her alone with the boys it's just… too risky”

“And leaving her with me?”

“Just don’t upset her…or she is going to burn your house down” he smiled apologetically. He then turned to the little girl, “Sweetheart” he greeted the little one, leaning in and kissing her forehead. “it’s just for a little while”

“But I married Sammy, you can’t take him,” she said, frowning. John chuckled

“What do you mean?”, he asked softly

“I married them because they asked me”, said Dean, not impressed by the scene, eating his cereal

“Darling, I can’t leave you alone with the children if I don’t know you are not going to burn anything”, he said

“My mommy used to put me gloves”, she offered, “I won’t burn anything, I promise”

You took your time reaching Bobby’s, in fact, you had a few stops along the way…

“DO IT (Y/N)! DO IT!”, screamed Dean, swinging a old iron rod from the fireplace all over

You grabbed the old creepy doll and set on fire, it burned like paper, but Dean was pushed across the room

“IT DIDN’T WORK!”, you screamed, “AH!”, you couldn’t see it, but a big force pushed you and threw you over the room as well, crashing against an old closet with glass in its doors

It hurt, but you were fine, it still took your breath away anyways

“Dammit!”, you cursed.

“If it's not the freaking doll what is it?”, asked Dean, grabbing the Iron rod again, the man showed itself in front of Dean again, and he swung at it, making him disappear, “Dad?”, he asked

“I’m digging!”, he said through the phone

“We need to get out of here!”, you said, but the ghost had other plans as you were walking by a window, the son of a bitch pushed you through it. you landed heavily on the grass, trying to take a breath

“You alright?”, you heard Dean ask from the house

“Yes!”, you moaned, “just sick of being thrown around”, you whined, you saw John on the other side of the garden, where the creepy private cemetery stood, you ran towards him, took the shovel from him and started digging, faster, incredibly faster 

“I’m going to help Dean!”, he said, running towards the house, his shotgun with salt cartridges in it. You stopped when you heard a noise, like something was amongst the trees, but no matter how much you tried to look, you couldn’t see anything. You heard gunshots from the house, so you didn’t care anymore, you digged until you found the coffin, and you ripped the door away, you finally found the bones of the patriarch of the family that had been brutally murdered, you searched in your person but you didn’t have a lighter, then you remembered that it was a force of habit because John insisted you do it too in case another person was lurking, but you had no time for that now. Flames flew out of your hand, setting the entire coffin and the skeleton inside it aflame.

“Yeah!”, you heard Dean mutter, you laughed, coming out of the hole you had dug yourself in. “That’s what I’m talking about”, it had been fun, these two interior designers had purchased the palace to renovate it, not scared at all by the history, and well, one had lost an arm because of a self-working saw, and… well… they were far gone by now but at least nobody else was going to be dismembered. 

You heard again that sound from the woods, like someone or something, was lurking around, but again you saw nothing, it was probably the wind, it was getting chilly anyways.

The boys came out of the house, and you smiled widely at them

“You didn’t use the lighter!”, it’s the first thing John said, your owned

“I didn’t have it, it must have fallen when the ghost was throwing me around or something”, you said apologetically, he had a disapproving look on his face but he didn’t say anything else. 

You ended up in the local bar next to the motel. Dean was talking and about to close the deal with the bartender, you you sat there, in a really uncomfortable silence with John, whose humor seemed to be in the gutter

Once you checked John wasn’t looking at you, you looked around to find who was making you feel watched, but you didn’t see anyone. Your instincts were heightened, but you tried to calm down, it was the high of the hunt, it had happened before.

“I’m going to bed”, you whispered, raising from the table, you drank the last of your beer, John only nodded. Your stomach turned when you saw him eyeing a woman in a leather jacket across the bar.

You walked alone back to the motel, you were exhausted, but again, you felt a looming presence behind you, but you turned and saw nothing. You kept walking, you heard footsteps, but there was nobody there. Done with it, in a second you were in front of the door of the motel. You entered, feeling spooked, but again, the high of the hunt was powerful, and ghosts particularly disturbed you, because you couldn’t fight back much, so, you took advantage of the fact that both boys were out, to take a long shower. That eased your nerves for a bit, you were still alone when you exited the bathroom.

Was John angry at you?

Why could he barely look at you?

But you appreciated the solitude, even though thinking about John and Dean “getting it” with some random women made your stomach crawl. You felt lonely, so you turned on the TV as you dried your hair. 

You noticed that the blinds were a bit ajar, so you closed them completely, still feeling on edge. 

You snuck onto the bed and even though it was a bit… unreliable, you did felt better, you cuddled within yourself, and focused on the soap opera that was playing on the TV. It was a classic one, you enjoyed it a lot. You let your mind wonder how life was going to be for you if you had a group of six friends and you lived in New York and you had a normal job.

You woke when you heard someone trying to open the door, but not like they forgot the key, that was the unmistakable sound of someone with stealing tools trying to open the door. You sat on the bed, you looked at your duffel on the floor, you lounged for it elegantly, and silently, in a second you had your knife in your hand, ready to launch at whoever was at the door, but the sound stopped, and you heard footsteps walking away. Then you heard someone else coming in, heavy boots, just by the sounds you immediately recognized John, you left your knife in the duffel, and hid back in the bed

If he didn’t see anyone, you probably imagined the whole thing up. You were still nervous. 

You cuddled in the bed again, pretending to be asleep, John entered heavily, and by the pace on his steps you could tell that he drank… quite a lot. You felt his eyes on you, but you just kept your eyes closed, and your breathing even, you heard him sigh, and then he took out his clothes and landed on the other bed two feet from you. 

“What a bunch of garbage”, you heard him mumble, and he turned off the TV.

The very next morning you woke up before everyone else, Dean was sleeping and snoring a bit, so you could tell that he had a few too, so to punish them you went to have breakfast at a waffle house all by yourself. Oh how you loved waffles

You had a waffle maker in your car, the only “homy” thing you owned, but never got to use it. You purchased the local newspaper, it was the best source of information to find new cases. But as you were walking, that feeling started again, and this time, when you turned inhumanly quickly, you could see a shadow hiding in the corner of the building

Maybe you weren’t imagining it after all.

It was all too much coincidence. And if anything you had learned in your line of work, is that coincidences didn’t exist.

So you kept walking to the waffle house, and you sat on a table in the corner by the window, which allowed you to see the whole dining room, and the outside too. You pretended to read the newspaper, well, you actually did, while you looked around. Whoever it was, it was good

Vamp? It was broad daylight, and it was fall but still, it was pretty sunny. Ghost? your car wasn’t moving… something else? You had come to realize, with experience, that you were never the first target of monsters, it was always Dean or John, they could sense that you weren’t a human, so, it was unlikely… Although Vamp did sound alright, they catch a scent and don’t let go, maybe it was vendetta for what happened a month ago when you returned.

But no matter how much you looked, you couldn’t find anybody looking suspiciously at you. 

You wanted to believe that you weren’t losing your mind.

But when were you ever wrong? so far… so good…

You enjoyed your breakfast, trying to put everything in the back of your mind, nobody was going to hurt you in a diner, nobody was going to hurt you on the street, but still, you kept one eye open. It was the best breakfast you had in a while, you believed, they served whipped cream at the side with some berries and a good syrup. 

So good you ordered two to go

And with the newspaper under your arm and the orders in your hand, you walked back to the motel

“Brought breakfast”, you announced, making sure you made a noisy entrance, both men were sitting in opposite beds, in their underwear…

“Early bird”, Dean was… popular with his bird puns

“Best waffles I had in a while”, you said happily

“Marry me”, he begged, you just stick your tongue out, “thank you baby”

You dropped your order on the small table and they went at it with gusto. While you thought about ways to tell them what you believed 

Dean realized you wanted to tell them something in a second, looking at you and frowning

“I need to say something”, you clarified, both stopped eating and looked at you

“What?”, asked John

“What I’m gonna say…”, you started, rubbing your chin, between your thumb and index fingers, “... I just…”

“Do it”, encouraged Dean, his patience already going thin

“I think… I’m being hunted”, you said slowly

“WHAT?”, asked Dean, John just frowned, “wait, like… hunted… or haunted?”

“Hunted”, you confirmed, “I feel watched all the time and, last night I swear I heard someone trying to get into the room”

“It was dad”, said Dean, you shook your head

“It was before, this person tried to pick the lock, then he heard john and left, a hunter”

“How do you know is a hunter? maybe it's some creep”, said Dean, you shook your head

“I thought about it, I don’t know…”

“Maybe it is some creep”, said John, you shook your head again

“I think is better we apply some caution”, you said

“We are moving today”, muttered John

“I know”, you answered, “let's split for a while, move towns, I’ll do the behind the scenes research and I’ll get another room”

“You want to use yourself as bait?”, muttered Dean

“Yeah, why not?’, you said

“I don’t know… what if they manage to gank you?”, he said

“They won’t”, you said quickly

“Are you sure?”, asked John, and you nodded

“Go before me, I’ll join you”, yu said with certainty

“I won’t leave you alone”, muttered Dean

“What could ever happen to me?”, you asked lightly

He wasn’t convinced, he looked back at you when he was getting on the Impala, without you, but he did, you only nodded at him, knowing that everything was going to be alright.

You saw them leave, and then you returned to the room and grabbed your things, and then, you came back down towards your Firebird, when you touched the handle to open the door, something inside it burned your hand.

You hissed, checking your hand, it looked burned.

Iron

“What…?”, you felt a prick in your neck, when you took it out, it was like a dart, with poison on it… you took it out, it stung, but you didn't feel anything, it was a red liquid… you only had to smell it a bit to realize

“Dead man’s blood”, you whispered

But the next thing it came wasn’t a dart, it was a bullet… 

In your dreams, you weren’t fighting against somebody, but rather… a something…. the first 

You were floating, you weren’t conscious enough to do something about you just, were floating in space. But something kept you, a prick, in the back of your neck, between your scapulas, you knew…

You tried to expelled it

You felt like you couldn’t move with it there 

You pushed against it, you used your hands, you wanted it out, this thing… this thing is tormenting you. you pushed and you pushed until you succeeded, alienating this… thing… this small metal thing away from the perfect blank space you had made for yourself 

But when the thing was out, you couldn’t relax into the pleasure of the blank space you were swimming in, you couldn't….

You now had strings

Tieying you together, you couldn’t move…

Then you felt the restraint, against your hands, your legs, you couldn’t move.

You painfully came together, your eyelids were heavy

“Dean?”, it was the first thing that came to mind, the only one you wanted to be next to.

But he wasn’t there

The pain of the restraints crept over your arms and legs, and when you opened your eyes suddenly, you weren’t in a cozy motel room, you weren’t inside the impala, you weren’t with Dean or John

You stood alone

Tied to a chair, in an old, and by the looks of it, abandoned, warehouse

“Dean isn’t here”, you heard, you were already tired by the situation, by the fact you barely slept, by the whole of it. In front of you appeared a man, young, strong built, dark skin and crazy eyes really. He looked like a hunter, well, only one of them could have taken you down like that. You moved and you felt something falling from your head to the floor, a metallic sound, you peeked… It was the bullet 

All of it was real

“What?”, you growl, wanting to get this over with. You tried to move, but then is when you realized… the stiffness of your muscles, and the burn of Iron in your wrists

“I’ve been following for a while”, he muttered

“You are Gordon, right?”, you asked, “you hunted with John weeks ago”, now you understood why he didn't let Dean and you join him

“Yeah, but he forgot to mention, he had a monstrosity with him”, you frowned

“What?”, you asked

“At first I thought you were a vamp, you are fast and strong, but no… you are something else”, you frowned, “mind control? Is that why you are with the Winchesters?”

“I haven’t controlled anyone, never in my life”, you said quickly, you squirmed, “let me go, and we can put this behind us’, you offered

“I eliminated a nest of vampires a while ago, they had pictures of you, of places you’ve been”, he continued, “they wanted to hunt you down, I had convinced myself…”

“Yeah, you look like you convince yourself of many things”, he frowned, he leaned in until your faces were on the same lever

“You were just a blood sucking traitor”

“Guess again”, you whispered. He seemed already angry. He seemed demented that’s what he looked like

“No demon, shapeshifter, or skin crawler…”

“Is this going to take long? I have places to be…”, you muttered, he smiled, and then he took out his knife, made of iron.

*WARNING, TORTURE

He pressed it against your cheek

You whined in pain when it burned 

“Why?”, you asked

“I know what you are”, he muttered

“Do you?”, you asked back, “do you really?”

“Have my theories”, he said, “it took me a while, though”

“If you know what I am, you do realize, you are way all over your head”

“Who is in chains right now?”, he asked, you started panicked, you couldn’t break free, these weren’t those cuffs you could get out of if you dislocated your thumb, these were the ones that were thick, the size of your wrists, the old one

“Why are you doing this?”, you asked calmly, “I’ve never done anything to you”

“You are a monster”, he said, “you are a supernatural being, and I’m a hunter, I hunt supernatural beings, to clean this earth from you and your kind”

“I have never harmed a human being”, you said through gritted teeth, “I don’t feed on anything, or anyone…”

“It doesn’t matter”, he muttered, “you will eventually”, you then realized there was a table, full of objects and things that could harm all sorts of creatures, there was blood, silver, bullets, salt, all of it.

“You don’t know how to end me, do you?”, you asked, he only chuckled

“I have time, and I have means”, he said simply, he grabbed a silver knife, “would this do the trick?”, he asked, in a swift movement, he caressed you with it on your cheek, this knife did nothing, it tickled, you didn’t say it though, he then slice it, you tried not to wince, it still stung, but once the blade left your skin, it began healing, burning the wound away until there was nothing left.

“What about this?”, he grabbed the jar filled with dead man’s blood, and he made you swallow it.

You choked on it, the disgusting taste and smell making you wretch, but again it didn’t kill you

“That’s disgusting!”, you garbled, spitting all the blood you could away, “you are sick you know that?”, he did not seemed pleased

“I already know bullets don’t work”, he muttered, “for long”

“You shot me in the back of my head”, you said slowly, “you try to blood-board me, and you are knifing me up real nice…”, you said slowly, “let me go before there is no turning back”, you said angrily, and you didn’t meant for when you were dead, you meant until you get really, really angry.

“Iron works though”, he said, unimpressed. You squirmed when you saw the blade coming, he started near your shoulder, towards your neck, slicing your shirt, making your skin burn. 

You stiffened a scream, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction, this guy was not only trying to do “the right thing” this dude was a psychopath

A phone, your phone, started ringing. Since you took that bullet to the moment you woke up again it had been a couple of hours, quite a few actually, the broken window allowed you to see it was already late afternoon.

“Ah look, it’s Winchester”, he said teasing you with your own phone, he picked up, “Hello John”, he said into the phone, he put it on speaker, “I’m with your girl here”

“Leave her alone Gordon”, he said, short and sweet, “you don’t want to do this”, Gordon only hummed 

“I think I do, that’s my job John, getting rid of monsters”, he said, he was truly, insane

“She is not one of them”, he said firmly, “let her go Gordon, or I swear…”

“She is got you all wrapped up”, he said, unconvinced, he had his iron knife, he pressed it against your cheek and it burned like hell, but you tried to stifle the whine that wanted to come out, “I’m going to release you from her”, he said, “you will thank me”, he pressed the knife deeper, and then, with a single movement, he stabbed you on the side

You had never felt a pain like this before, you screamed, a gut wrenching shriek

You heard your name, John was screaming into the phone, desperately 

“John”, you whined, “please”, he left the knife imbedded into your skin, so it wouldn’t heal

“You are tough to crack, I’ll give you that”, he said, cutting the line, “but you will die, one way or another…”

“TOUCH ME AGAIN… AND THEY’RE GONNA NEED A VACUUM CLEANER TO GRAB YOU FROM THE FLOOR!”, you threatened, “YOU PSYCHOTIC SON OF A BITCH”, you threatened 

“Ah, there it is”, he said with a sick smile and those crazy eyes of his, “the monstrosity”

“FUCK YOU!”, you scream, blood coming out of your mouth, the blade in your side sending ripples of pain all through you, came and went in waves, and the pain was so sharp you were becoming dizzy. “AAAAHHHH!”, he cut you again above your collarbones, “you say you are doing a service, but you are enjoying this are you? wacko”, you cursed, he returned to the table.

“Are there more of you?”

“No”, another cut, making you whine, “Not that I know of!”, you said truthfully, but he wasn’t contented 

He was at it for hours

Hours

He tried everything he had on the table, all things he could have used for other supernatural beings. Whatever he made you ingest didn’t work, whenever he cut you, you healed, the only thing that worked was Iron, but he seemed pleased with his little discoveries.

You eyed the long knives at the end of the table, he was working his way up.

Would you die? if he chopped your head off?

Could you grow another? You were sure it was going to take you a few days or weeks to do so, once, by accident, you had closed a door a bit too harshly and you trapped your own finger. It hurt like hell, but in a few hours, it had grown again, your finger seemed to melt, to burn, and soon it was healed again

Or from your head grows another body? that could take a month, you guessed… 

The pain was really making you dizzy, when he turned he had some sort of dagger on his hand with blood on it

“This is John Winchester’s blood”, he muttered, “I know phoenixes mate for life…”

“So?”, you asked, “he isn’t my mate”, you said quickly 

“I’m saving this for later”, he said, pleased with himself. You squirmed and moved, but you couldn’t release yourself, and now… you were breaking, now you were truly thinking he might have cracked the code. All creatures, no matter how “inmortal” they believed to be, had a way to go, this might be yours.

Your mind seemed to drift off of the scene, it felt heavy, it fell back, you looked up at the ceiling, but you couldn’t really see it. Images started bombarding your mind, so many, and in so quick succession, what remained was an image of the phoenix ring, then a truck, with a strange symbol on it, you saw a small city in Italy, then you saw John, then, it was you, arms wide open, you were burning and then it all felt blank

You were truly losing it, you believed 

When you came back, leaning forwards, Gordon seemed to be even more angry

You felt the knife doing more damage, every time you moved, every time you took a breath. You wished you had paid attention in highschool, you would know what it's scratching inside of you. 

Weirdly, the fact that the knife was still in you is what had allowed you not to die -or faint- for loss of blood, but it just seemed it was a slow way of torture. 

You heard the tires of a car, breaking outside, he stopped in a second, looking scared

He took a gun out of the back of his pants, and ran towards the entrance, you couldn’t even keep your eyes open, blood dripped from your mouth, and… you drifted out a bit. 

You heard gunshots, people screaming, exchanging insults, but everything was like you were underwater

That is when the shivers starting, you felt so weak, you were trembling

“(Y/N)!”, you must be daydreaming, because soon Dean was in front of you, grabbing you by the shoulders, “I can’t believe this!”, his voice seemed broken, “what happened?”, you shook your head, you could barely speak, “Why isn’t it healing?”, he asked, alarmed, looking at your cuts

“I-iron”, you managed to bumble, feeling a metallic taste in your mouth. He hissed when he saw the knife. Luckily for you, it was more like a dagger, short, anyways.

“You need to get to the hospital”, he said quickly, you shook your head, he looked back at the table, found the keys, ran back and uncuffed you

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry”, he whined

“It wasn’t your fault”, you whispered

He grabbed you gently, and took you out of the warehouse, the knife still sticking out of you

“How did you find me?”, you asked, but there was no answer

“Dad she is in bad shape”, said Dean, “Don’t know what to do”, you didn’t see Gordon anywhere, it was already dark, only the lights from the cars lighting up the scene

John came close to you, encased your face with his big hands, looking down at you.

“You're going to be fine doll”, he promised, “let’s take her to the hospital”, you whined a no, but John took you from Dean, and put you inside the Impala, Dean was driving your car right behind you.

“They’re gonna call the cops”, you manage to whisper

“No where we are taking you”, he said gently, he started driving crazy fast, you could tell he was trying to keep it cool, but you could see the white on his knuckles from gripping the wheel too hard

“John?”, you asked, as your vision became blurry, “I don’t feel well”

“Hang in there doll, alright? we are getting you some help”

“I’m gonna die or something”, you could feel your heart beating in your ears, strongly, and quickly. You closed your eyes

“No no no no”, he said quickly, “don’t you dare fall asleep on me doll”

“Sorry”, you mumbled, but you did. You fell asleep

When you came to your senses, it was because of an intense pain on your side. You whined weakly, trying to pull away

“They are patching you up doll”, muttered John, “stay still”

“It hurts, don’t touch me”

“How is she still alive?”, you heard someone ask

“Long story”

“She’ll need a blood transfusion”

“She doesn’t, just close that wound and clean the others”, said John firmly, but you didn’t listen anymore, you lost consciousness again.

They put you on a wheelchair to take you out of the hospital, your side hurt like hell, but you were already felt 

“I’m sorry”, you mumbled, when Dean tried to put you in the Impala

“For what baby?”, he asked softly

“I’m sorry”, you said again

“You have nothing to be sorry for, alright?”, he closed the door gently and you heard them speaking

“Dad I don’t want to leave her”, muttered Dean

“You’’ll be right behind us Dean, don’t be a brat”.

You felt like you were turned into a pincushion, but, as the wounds were closed and bandaged, you felt your strength returning to you, your heart pumping more strongly, replenishing your blood inside of you. 

But you were still shaking, like you were cold

John got inside the car, he didn’t start right away. He called your name, but you barely register it, you just looked ahead, your body shaken by spasms

Your body was begging to shut down, to give you a break, you felt so tired, you just wanted to rest, to forget, to sleep, to wake up in another time, yesterday, or a year from now.

“... And I’m sorry”, that caught your attention, you had to put the entirety of your body to work to turn to look at John

“What?”, you asked

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away, doll, because of me you got tortured”, you had lost a chunk of this… confession? he was throwing your way, but still, you didn’t have the mind to answer him

“It’s my fault”, you said simply, and you cuddled against the door.

“No it’s not”, he said severely, your breath was shaky, but he took it as a sign to start the car and start driving it. 

When your reached the motel, you were strong enough to open the door and walk out by yourself

The room luckily was on the first floor, John seemed hesitant, but opened the door, you entered slowly

You climbed on the bed that was furthest from the entrance, and then you cuddled on yourself, in a fetal position. The boys entered the room right behind you, Dean was on you in a second

“Hey baby”, he said calmly, touching your shoulder, touching your face, you didn’t want anybody touching you, except for Dean, “talk to me”

“I just… need a minute”, you whimpered, you couldn’t stop shaking, you didn't understand why, your wounds were mostly healed, it was like the nerve damage never did, your body was spasming, like in the heat of the pain. 

He climbed on the bed behind

“Is this alright?”, he asked, you nodded, and he hugged you tightly

2003, Manning, Colorado

Much more vampires that they ever thought they would be.

John got a message from his friend Daniel Elkins, when he finally got to him… he was dead, and those who had killed them… well… let’s just say their track was very fresh

So being hunters, that is what they did, they tracked and found the nest, followed them back, for vengeance, and for the gun.

Dean was excited, he had never hunted vampires before.

He didn’t know why though, he had hunted all kinds of monsters and creatures, but never vampires.

Why was that?

They never thought they’d be outnumbered so greatly, they entered the nest at daylight, when it was going to be easier to… chop their heads off

It was easy for John and Dean to figure out their hierarchy, the leader was gone, so they took the second best thing as an insurance, his mate.

Threatening her with a long blade to the neck, they exited the shed where they were hiding at, and “nesting”, the move was desperate, because they were, they needed the gun, and they needed to avenge John’s friend, that made them clumsy, too clumsy.

At the meeting point, there was more, oh more vampires

“Wheres Kate?”, asked Luther, the leader of that family. He had not come here to play, and neither were the Winchesters. John grabbed her from the copilot’s seat, she was tied by a rope, cuts on her body, infecting her with dead man’s blood

“Got the colt?”, asked John, dangling the vamp in front of her mate 

Soon, the situation turned tense

“Don’t hurt her again”, growled Luther. 

But Dean was in his macho stance again, slipping his knife over her collarbone, making her scream and hiss

“Ups, sorry”, mocked Dean, and Luther did not take this well.

Vampires were faster than he expected, soon Luther punched Dean in the face, sending him flying, falling over the gravel. 

“Dean!”, he was going to go to him, to his son, but now, the vamp had slipped free, and he stood alone in front of five vampires 

He put his machete up.

Luthor came running towards him, ready to mangle the man to pieces, now, only one group could come out alive, but not both.

“I didn't want to do this!”, he assured him, as they both struggle hand on hand

“What? feeding on innocent people?”, mocked John, Luther overpowered him quickly, throwing him back, him falling against his car, “you killed my friend!”

“He was hardly innocent, he killed many of us before”, he said simply, he was going to give him the gun and walk away, but now that Kate was safe again, he… thought again. Killing two hunters can be very beneficial to their survival. 

He lunged at the oldest Winchester again, John grabbed his gun and shot them with silver bullets, but it didn’t stop him. Luther grabbed him by his jacket, and then by the neck

“You are not even worth to feed on”, the vampire muttered, “I’m just gonna, snap your neck”, John looked back at Dean, who was being beaten by three vampires, two grabbing onto him and Kate beating him up real nice

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, you grabbed onto his arm, twisting it off of John’s neck. The vampire looked back at you, surprise in his eyes

“What!?”, you threw him back tenfold as he did John, making fall pathetically on the gravel 

John didn’t even take time to greet you, grabbing the machete and decapitating the one that was holding Dean, the other jumped away from you, gathering right in front of you, as you stood in front of the boys and towards the vampires. It was kind of a cool battle of some sorts.

“How fast are these things?”, you asked out loud, one of them showed you their teeth in a hiss, clearly offended by the “thing” part, she throw herself at you, with incredibly speed, for a human, you grabbed her by the neck, her arms trying to scratch you, “not very, apparently”, you said, you always wondered if you could smoke one of these things.

You felt it, the heat, coming from your chest and into your hand, she screeched, and, as others did before her, she burned, turning into ashes in your hand in barely seconds.

You dropped the skeleton and the dust, and then you looked in front of you, at the rest of the vampires who looked at the scene, completely terrified

Luther showed you his hands in surrender, grabbing on his jacket, the colt

“Leave it there”, asked John, and he did, leaving it slowly on the ground. You looked back at John, who seemed to be analyzing the situation at hand. He had never let you hunt vampires before, you had a clue why.

“How you have grown”, said Luther, you frowned, he still had his hands raised, “if it’s all the same to you… we’ll be going now”, he turned walking back to his car, thinking this was over, oh how wrong this was.

Soon you were in front of him, he didn’t even get to gasp, as you were frying him up real good

“You bitch!”, screamed Kate, but is the last thing she said as Dean chopped her head off with one swift sing of his own machete. 

You burned up one more while John and Dean finished off the last two, and… that was it. 

“(y/n)”, you turned around to meet Dean, who was smiling at you. He wiped the blood of his face with a big grin

“Hey boys, long time no see”, you said with a wide smile, John wiped his mouth, sweat and blood with his sleeve, and then smiled 

“Took you long enough”, he said. You only sighed, the day John Winchester was thankful it’ll be the day the world ends

“Where have you been?”, asked Dean, you only looked down at the fried skeletons

“Time to chat will be later”, said John, all business like always, “after we clean this mess”, he said severely, and you discovered how easy it was… to come back, and fall back in line under John Winchester’s command

you digged a shallow grave in the woods and you burned the rest of the corpses, and then you buried them, to make sure nobody would find them

It was always comical how the only thing it remained was the metal in their bodies, and since vampires were always leaning towards gothic… they were a lot of piercings on the ground

“I don’t even wanna know where this went”, said Dean… grabbing onto a large one.

“That is where Luther was”, you laughed, only imagining where he had that piercing, Dean hissed and dropped it to the ground, disgusted

“Grow up”, growled John as he dragged the last one, “you are in for a big time darling”, he said severely 

Well, you left, and then Sam did, he wasn’t happy, at least you didn’t have such a responsibility towards him like his sons did, he understood you were looking for answers… but still…

24 hours earlier

Many, many things - and years- had occurred since John Winchester saved you from those Vampires, and protected you. 

What led to his discovery of your nature… had been his own, and since then, you were discovering yourself, what you were, and what that meant, because, you barely remembered your mother, you didn’t know where you came from, you didn’t know the extent of what being a phoenix entailed, and…

There is so many things you didn’t know

You tried looking for answers, when you were old enough… but the questions piled up and remained unanswered. Between hunts you read what you found, and with the help of JOhn’s numerous friends, but the information kept repeating, and also… it kept being wrong, some said you ate human flesh, which you didn’t, others, that you were a big red and gold bird, which you weren’t… Some said that you could die but would come back from the ashes, and again. There was no such thing.

So, when you thought the boys were going to be fine, and you were old enough to get a passport, you traveled, for two years, far and wide, and still, you couldn’t find another Phoenix, you couldn’t find anything but legends and things you already knew… no matter who you spoke to… 

And then, as you were traveling through Shanghai, you realized… you were looking for what you already had… You were looking for answers, about what you were, but secretly, you also wanted to find… a family, you were yearning for it, someone who understands you, someone to guide you… and you didn’t find it.

So maybe it was time for you to come home, because you did have one… they were only boys, men, actually, wore flannels and leather jackets and combat boots, and they were rough sons of bitches, you smiled as you grabbed an old book in mythology that was going to allow you to comprehend some marks in the great wall for later on your trip. As tourists were claiming they saw soldiers in its battlements and you wanted to check that out.

That is until… you got a text from Bobby.

Present

“I never understood why you never let me fight them”, you said to John, as you took a sip of a beer in the local bar.

“What brings you back?”, he asked, not answering

“Bobby texted me, said he hasn’t heard from you in a while that you were tracking vampires, i guess… I just only needed one sign and that is all it took”, Dean looked at his father, “so you are back for good?”

“If you’ll have me”, you teased with a smile, “is good to be back”

“Well, can’t say you are not appreciated”, he said lightly. He kept looking at you, concerned washing over his features.

It was weird, to see them and not see Sam right by their side, but you couldn’t blame him, you were actually happy, if not proud of him for following his dreams. 

“Those were so sweet moves out there”, said Dean, actually, the mood between the three of you had grown a bit tense

“Thanks, and, don’t think I have been slacking for the past two years, you know?”, you said with a renewed spirit, “you’d think that if you don’t look for it, you could live a normal life, ut no, since I was deep in research, I kept getting myself in all the supernatural, all over Europe and Asia”, you said, “and actually…”

“It’s late”, John cut you, “I’m gonna go”

“Dad”, Dean said

“I’ll wait for the two of you back in the room”, he said and left, you shared concerned looks with Dean

“Did I break the old man’s heart?”, you asked

“He was fine after you left, he understood it, but what really cracked him was Sam’s leavin’ you know?”, he said

“How have things been?”, you asked back. it was sad, you know, you had giving them a really expensive phone you had gotten for yourself, they could call you at any minute… but they never did, you even tried to reach out, to receive nothing, the only ones you kept in contact with were Bobby, Pastor Jim and Sammy

“Tense”, he said, sipping on his beer, Dean had never been a one to talk about his feelings very well, you also could understood that

“I’m sorry if I hurt you for leaving”

“Two years”, he said, looking back at you, you had missed those green eyes, you’d have to admit

“I know Dean, each time I wanted to end it, I just, found a little something that kept me from coming back, but I still don’t know more than when I left”, you said shortly 

“So it was all for nothing”, he said, angrier

“I wouldn’t say that, I met people from all over the world, I saved them too, I know things now, more things, you wouldn’t believe! and I… well… scratched my itch”

“Good for you then”, he said. And you knew then, it was not going to be as easy as you thought, could you ever? be back to what you were before you left?, “but… that guy Luther”

“Vampire”, you corrected

“He said to you “how you’ve grown” and you didn’t think about asking him what he knew?”, he asked, not convinced

“No”, you said simply. He called your name, concerned, “I know what you are thinking Dean”, you said, “I will not let Vampire tell me my history”

“There is clearly a connection”, he said

“I don’t care”, you said back

“You don’t care finding the monsters that wasted your mother?”, he said

“I see what vengeance can do to people”, you said severely, “and whatever they did, they managed to waste someone just like me, so no, I really don’t want to know what those bastards can do”

“But tonight you faced them right off”, he said. You looked at him like he was the dumbest person in the room

“That’s because you were in danger”, you said, like it was obvious, “and I proved my point…I had never encountered Vampires before”, you said simply, “they are kind of pathetic really”

“So?”

“So nothing Dean, drop it”, you said, and he nodded. You had to change the subject, quickly, “Can I… hang around with you guys?”, you asked 

“Of course, and dad will… get over it, he did say he’ll see both of us back in the room, just like old times”, you smiled widely. “Good thing winter is coming, you are my favorite heater in those cold nights”, you snorted a loud laugh

“It’s good to be back”

“Right back at ya’ love”, he said with a cheeky smile

As the beer started heating your body from the inside out, you thought bitterly of how… you had eternity to travel the world, but you had like forty years to be with this guys, and you were going to take advantage of it, to the maximum

You were supposed to get back to the hotel, and to John’s good graces, but you couldn’t help but… getting so wasted you and Dean ended up dancing over the table having singles thrown at you like you were working the joint.

The discussion of “if there would be a pole down there would have become millionaires” is what woke John up at three in the morning and he was furious. He gave you the entire speech, of how a victory couldn’t allow us to lower our guards and that he had already had a lead, that his friends were in danger, whatever.

He made you both sit on the back seat of the Impala, like when you were kids.

“Is this really necessary?”, you asked, bored

“You two smell like you brought the bar with you”, he said, “and yes”

“Hey, do you know… where’s my car?”, you asked

“You gave it to Sammy!”, Dean growled, clearly still upset

“Oh, so he took him with him?”, you could tell that Sam was a sore subject for the two of them, “dammit”

“Cuddly Sam, you only gave it to him because he was the only one who didn’t have one”, said Dean angrily

“Well, you had the Impala, and I was leaving, didn’t want to leave it alone!”

“It’s a car!”, growled Dean

“Oh yeah, sure, you’d leave Baby alone”, you mocked back, and he kept quiet, of course he wouldn’t

You didn't notice John smiling at the rearview mirror

Its like no time had passed at all 

“So… what are we hunting now?”, you asked excitedly, applauding excitedly 

“Ghost”

“No!”, you whined, “I hate ghosts”

“Only because you can’t smoke ‘em”, mocked Dean

“Of course!”, you said back, “they are annoying”. You laughed, “It took me a week to get rid of a ghost, because I don’t speak Greek. Do you know how long it took me to get rid of a shapeshifter? 12 hours!”, you kept rambling

“Where did you encounter the shapeshifter?”, asked Dean, you got quiet

“I knew it was too good to be true when Christian Bale approached in that joint, in my defense, it was close to Notting Hill”, you said after a sigh, Dean chuckled

“A classic”, he muttered

“Oh come on, I remember the shapeshifter you let your guard down for”, you bit back

“Right! well my testosterone was all over the place”, he defended, “and, while you were gone, we encountered a Kitsune”

“NO!”, you said, outraged, “you promised!”

“Well, what can I say? we did”, he mocked back

“Oh! I can’t believe I missed that!”, you said, angry

“Don’t you worry, you will be there for the next ones”, Dean passed an arm over your shoulders and pulled you towards him, “Can I gunshot now?”, he asked his dad, you pushed him away

“You bastard”, you hissed

“Hey!”

“Knock it off!”, growled John, quickly growing tired of it. But it was good to have you back. 

2001, Jackson Hole, Wyoming

You woke up with a smile on your face, it was an exciting day after all, you almost jump out of bed, energized by the smell of breakfast, you could hear your mother singing in the kitchen downstairs. You wanted to jump to the first floor but you knew she wouldn’t like that, so you ran as fast as you could and in a second you were right by her side

“Good morning mama!”, you chanted, she smiled at you grabbing your face and kissing your cheek

“Good morning my love”, she said, with the brightest smile, “excited for today? I can’t believe my daughter is going to Stanford!”

“It’s not a big deal!” you said coyly, but you knew it was

“I’m so proud of you”, she said, looking at you with loving eyes

“Thank you mommy”, you whispered, she hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head

“You have to get me one of those stickers for the car, the ones that read “my daughter is in stanford” or a t-shirt!”, she said excitedly, as she served you breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, you made the coffee, and you shared an amazing time.

“You know, california is beautiful, if you want, we can sell the house and I can move down there with you”, she offered

“Mom, you love it here, is where our family was from”, you said softly, “besides this house is a dream, with how expensive everything is in San Francisco, we’ll get a place like a ⅓ of the size”, you explained

“Oh I get it, my daughter doesn’t want me going down there and spoiling her fun!”, she teased,

“No!”, you giggled, “that is not it”

“I get it love”, she said softly, caressing the side of your face, “you are going to be great”, she said 

“Thank you”, you said, smiling widely. You had spend the last two years traveling the world after you ended high school, and now you were ready to start college, not any college, you had been accepted to Stanford

And you were so excited

“Remember to use your gloves honey”, she said sweetly, kissing you on your forehead, already saying your goodbyes, “and also, remember to keep away from photos as much as you can, alright?”, she asked, “you know now in the new age, everyone wants their picture taken to upload it to the internet and the internet…”

“Is forever”’, you completed, “I remember”

“Have fun, and take care sweety”, she said lovingly, and you hugged her one last time to leave your home

You got into your car, your Pontiac firebird a family friend had gotten you for your birthday and started your journey

You were driving to California, you loved roadtrips, good music, your baby, an open road… amazing

You reached San Francisco three days later. Just in time for orientation, as you were getting out of your car, you stumbled upon a large dude, he was tall! like a tree!

“I’m so sorry!”, you mumbled at the same time, his dark eyes met you down

“Nice ride!”, he admired, you felt your cheeks heated

“Thank you”, you whispered, looking back at your baby, “are you here for orientation?”

“Yes actually, you too?”, you nodded enthusiastically, “great, I’m Sam, Sam Winchester”, he said offering his hand, you shook it back, muttering your name back to him, he looked at the gloves weirdly, it might be fall but it was still warm

“What’s with the gloves?”, he asked curiously

“Oh I… well, it was an accident, I was four, my mom was cooking, she turned for one second…”, you said like you have told that lie a thousand ways before, “my hands… are weird looking but also very sensitive”

“Oh”, he said, like he had messed up, “sorry”

“Don’t sweat it”, you said softly, “it’s a common question”, you walked into the campus together, you were looking at everything with a mouth wide open, it was an incredible campus

Turns out, you and Sam met the first day, and you sticked together every day since, he wanted to become a Lawyer, you wanted to become an architect, but you made it work, you studied together, you hang around together and you started to build a group of friends around you

And just like that, four whole years happened, Sam started dating Jess, and they were super happy, and you were already enlisting yourself to be the maid of honor, and you… well… you were hanging around with a guy, but you weren’t too sure about him

Henry

He was so handsome and tall, he was the perfect man, a gentleman, and yet… you still weren’t so sure about him, there was something missing. 

You were actually discussing this with Jess, you were together, the three of you, when Sam’s apartment doorbell rang. Sam frowned, going for the door, and when he came back, he wasn’t alone. 

“Well, hello gorgeous”, he purred your way when Jess and Sam were in the kitchen

“Hi”, you muttered simply. He was handsome, deep green eyes, spiky hair, leather jacket, very hip. VERY handsome

“Are you… Sam’s friend?”, he asked

“Yes, we met first year here”, you said simply, he only nodded, a smirk on his lips, you even felt nervous with him.

“I’m Sam’s brother”, he said and you nodded, acknowledging him

“Here”, said Sam, bringing him a beer. You couldn’t stop staring at him, and him you. Sam noticed this, and seemed uncomfortable

“What brings you here Dean?”, he asked nervously, just then Dean looks at his brother

“I can’t pay a visit to my little brother?”, he asked  cheerfully, “let’s turn this around, order a couple of pizzas, drink some beer, you can invite some friends”, he said lightly

And turn it around you did

Soon the small apartment was packed, Dean was the soul of the party, that let you have a chat with Sam

“He just got out of SFS”, Sam said apologetically, “he majored in mechanical engineering”, he said lightly. You sneaked a peek at Dean and he was looking back at you, he smirked 

“Is that so?”, you mumbled, he chuckled, you looked back at him

“I know that sneaky look in your eyes”, he said

“He is handsome”, you said, he seemed entertained, “is he going to break my heart?”, you asked

“No”, he said softly

And he didn’t. Dean worked at a garage with his father while you attempted to finish school, by the time you were graduating, Sam proposed to Jess, even though they were very young, they were so in love, they got married, and when you attended their wedding in a beautiful deep purple dress -as a maid of honor-, you and Dean, both attended the wedding together, you had been dating for a year now, you danced all night, you in his arms, and he asked you, to move in with him, you of course said yes.  

You met his father, John, at the very wedding, he was happy. Their mother had died when they were children, he never remarried. But he seemed so happy to be there, with his two boys, and with their girls. 

Your mother had told you, many years ago, as a bedtime story, that you, as a phoenix, mated for life, you feel a pull, a string leading you to that person, and you’ll be happy together. You believed that, you wanted it. Dean holds you in his arms, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you”, he whispered

“I love you too”, you said happily. 

You told him you were a phoenix, he didn’t care.

He found it fascinating.

You lived happily, you moved in together, you worked in your dream job, restoring old buildings in San Francisco, Dean worked in his father’s shop. He asked you to marry him, you eloped in Vegas. With Sam, Jess and your parents. 

You were living in an apartment on top of the shop, it was so comfortable, it was your home.

You found out you were pregnant, with twin girls

Your mother was there, she lived with you to help you with the girls, she was by your side when you gave birth. Dean loved her, and… you could honestly look up into the skies and give thanks, because you were the luckiest woman on the earth.

Dean was so over the moon, he was the greatest girl's dad you had ever seen. You fell even more for him, if that was even possible.

You had friends that you adored, you had the most handsome and incredible husband, which you loved with all your heart, you had a caring father in law. And you had two perfect little girls that took after their fathers, and you had your mother. 

Your life was perfect. 

“Really?”, she asked him, “you are giving her dreams instead of nightmares?”, she mocked, watching you on the floor, sleeping peacefully, “you are getting weak”, she whispered in her mate’s ear. Who had your wrist on his mouth, he had managed to break the skin, he was feeding from you. 

“She is too powerful”, the Djinn responded, blood dripping down the corner of his lip, “if she gets distressed she will break out of the trance”

“What is she?”, she asked back, fascinated

“I don’t know”, he answered, “but her blood… is delicious”. The other Djinn turned to John, laying on the floor next to you

“Let’s see how you taste old man”, she purred

John looked at the big farmhouse with curiosity, he went up the three wooden steps that lead to the porch and then inside of the house.

It was his parents house, they were gone now, but the house was lit up with life inside of it. The house had been abandoned but now, it had been brought back to life.

“Sweetheart? is that you?”, he heard a melodic voice coming from the kitchen. He looked everywhere, the house was completely renovated, it was beautiful, more beautiful than he remembered.

“Yes”, he answered, he didn't even know why, maybe it was a force of habit. 

He stopped by the mirror in the corridor and he looked at himself in it, there he was, himself. when he was thirty.

What the hell was going on?

He heard footsteps from the corridor leading to the kitchen, and then, his breath got caught in his throat when he saw you, coming towards him, with a beautiful smile, and a big baby bump. You look older than you were, at least thirty 

“We missed you”, you said with a bright smile, you were wearing an apron, you had flour staining it, you took his face gently in your hand and you kissed him, his hands traveled to your hips

“Hello darlin”, he whispered against your lips

“Papa!”, he heard footsteps tapping around in the corridor. Two children appeared, which he could recognize anywhere, Sam and Dean, looking as cute as buttons. Dean was eight and Sam was four. 

“(y/n) is baking my favorite pie”, said Dean Happily, John dropped his bag of tools, grabbing Sammy on his strong arms, and followed you into the kitchen. He found it weird that he called you by your name instead of… and then he saw a picture of Mary on the wall, with the boys. Where you…?

“Your little girl had been kicking me all day long!”, you said happily, finishing up in the kitchen

“Little girl?”, he asked, curiously

“Well, I know you can never know for sure”, you said softly, “but this old lady told me she thought it was a girl, and well, many things, we did the ring test, and rhe shape of the belly too…”, you muttered. He looked at your shape from where he was sitting. He must be dreaming. He looked at his boys, eating the chicken and potatoes you had made them. 

This had to be a dream

But he didn’t want to scare you.

He looked at your shape again, you were a woman now, grown, which let him know you were no longer a supernatural creature.Your huge belly, he looked at his boys, who looked back at him wide eyed, and smiling

He felt… happy.

“What happened?”, he dared to ask you, when you were both ready for bed, in the master bedroom.

“What do you mean?”, you asked softly. He was clearly… with you… but the boys existed too, and… “remember that this week, well, of course you remembered but I called the florist already”, yous aid gently

“What florist?”, he asked

“For… Mary’s memorial”, you said, looking at him sadly. Mary died, he remarried… you…. he had the boys and now he was expecting a girl… with you.

“Alright, thank you”, he said, leaning in and kissing your lips, you felt asleep cuddled by his side, your big belly over his stomach.

He was putting flowers on Mary’s grave. His friends and remaining family were there. but you weren’t, you didn’t feel well, and he realized you wanted to give him space, which he appreciated. It had been four years since Mary’s death, he believed it was a bit too soon to be married to you, but right now, he didn’t know what happened.

He worked in his own mechanic shop, his own, he was so proud of himself for achieving it, he came back to you and the kids every night, he went to his kid’s games, he even coached little league. 

He found you in the kitchen, your water broke, and you whined in pain.

He took you to the hospital, he left the kids with the neighbors, a loving couple you liked so much, that you barbequed with.

It was a girl, a beautiful little girl who looked like you.

He was happy, really happy. He’s got the cake, and he ate it too.

He woke up early that one morning, you were so tired, Violet kept waking you up for feeding in the middle of the night, but there you were, sleeping soundly next to him

“Dad!”, he heard, in the back of his mind, “DAD!”, the last thing he saw was your sleeping face, before Dean was shaking him awake. 

He was back in the present, and two Djinns lay dead, one, killed by the Dean, the other… copious amounts of blood were dripping from his mouth, like he just throw it all up, he was right next to you, your wrist… was healing but it had been bitten onto, severely.

Dean was over you now, shaking you awake

“Mom?”, you felt like you would die, you were so weak, your eyelids were heavy, very heavy

“No darling, it’s me”, you heard that gruff voice, Dean, tried to make you sit, but he had to grab you, you couldn’t keep your own body up

“Mmmm Dean?”, you asked, feeling so faint, like your brain was made of cotton

“Shh, I got you”, he shushed gently, “those bastards got you good”, lifting you from the ground. “Dad, are you ok?”, he asked

“Yes I’m fine Dean, take care of her!”, he insisted, the Djinns didn’t get to him in time. 

“What were they?”, you asked, as they both started walking away. 

“Djinns, got you and dad”, Dean carried you like you were a princess, out of the large Warehouse. It came back, all of it, you had come to Denver, in Colorado, to find and kill the Djinns that were draining dry innocent people. 

“I’m sorry”, you whined

“It’s fine, thanks to you, I got the time to rescue dad and gank them”, he said

“What happened?”, you asked then

“They fed off of you, they seemed rabid for it”, he said, he laid you in the back of the Impala, and closed the door gently, you curled up, hugging yourself, it seemed impossible, but you might have been experiencing cold for the very first time

Both John and Dean got inside the car, John in the passenger seat, he turned over the leather seat and looked at you

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”, he asked, concern in his features

“Mhm”, you mumbled, barely

“I’m sorry”, he muttered

“It’s fine”, you whispered

“Is she going to be alright?”, he asked Dean, he shook his head

“I will”, you promised, “I need a minute”

“I didn’t even know monsters could feed off of phoenixes”, John said, Dean started the car and leaving the scene quickly

“They did, but one of them died because of it, he started screaming, like he was being burned, and then he just collapsed and died”, he said quickly, “like her blood was poison or something”

“Mmmm I need a sandwich”, you mumbled, really out of it

“What kind of sandwich?”, asked Dean

“Mmmm meat… cheese… mayo”, you barely whisper, “and a strawberry milkshake”

“That sounds… pretty good”, Dean said happily. “Let’s get away from this crap-ass city”, he said 

John kept looking back at you. You just dozed off, only in a couple of hours, you were going to be brand new. 

Post chapter notes: Soooo Reader wished her mom never died. And John fleetingly wished he met the reader “before”, didn’t specify much.

Maybe this chapter is a bit weird, its similar to the one where Dean gets trapped by a Djinn and he alucinates... anyways... happy reading

taglist! <3

At night, you were in that warehouse again, tied. The fear pulled you out of consciousness, but when you came to be, in the thinnest layers of still sleep, you felt Dean’s arms around you, comforting you, making you relax. But still you felt your body tense

“You alright?, you heard Dean whisper

“Just a nightmare”, you whispered into the room. You heard John’s light snoring, so you knew you had Dean’s undivided attention

“I wanted to kill him Dean”, you confessed quietly, you heard him take a long breath, “I wanted to burn him alive, I wanted to make him suffer…”

“Baby…”

“He was right, I’m a monster”, you whined

“You are not”, he said decisively

“I am”, you whimpered, “if I was free I would have burnt him, because I desired it too much”

“You desired it because the sicko was torturing you”, he said, “I wanted him dead”, he said next, “and if I could I would have killed him, only because of what he was doing to you”, you took a long breath, trying to shake the dark thought that haunted you, “you are not a monster, you are not like them, you are going to be fine”

“Yes”, you whispered

“You need to believe it”, he said firmly 

. . .

It bothered you, for it to hurt and pinch everytime you moved. 

You had healed cuts in seconds, but now you had a real injury on your side, that it was closing at human speed, and it was… infuriating. You didn’t know how Dean and John did it, to spend weeks with injuries and cuts they had suffered in cases.

You felt weak

You had a cut across your cheek, two in your collarbone area, and a stab wound on your left side. The aftermath of the thing, the rest had healed completely. You dressed with a turtleneck, looking at your own body right now did not sit right with you, you didn’t like it 

The wound on your face was too fresh to cover it with make up yet, so you just leave it. Looking at yourself at the mirror for the last time, to get out of there, grabbing your things and joining the boys in the parking lot

“We are going to reach Bobby’s tonight”, said John, “Dean take the Firebird, (y/n) you ride with me”, you much rather have a karaoke ride with Dean on your car, but you were in no mood to fight with John, because you were going to lose, so you got inside the car with no more quarrel, after leaving your bag on the back.

You looked at John when he got in the car. This was the man that saved you and took care of you since then… but you got so nervous when you were alone with him. He was a drill sergeant, he was like your commanding officer, always had more critics than praise, always the “no time to celebrate” party pooper, so you always felt nervous and judged when you were in his proximity, almost as afraid to move in case he had something negative to say to you. It was a bit intoxicating being in his presence, alone, for the entire day while you cross Colorado and Nebraska. But again, fighting with him is worse.

You were quickly out of the town you had been staying at, and you took the 70 towards Colorado

He drew you out of your head by calling your name, you raised your eyes to look at him

“What happened to you… can never happen again”, he said, “you need to be more careful”

“Yes Sir”, you said, as you haven’t gone over the last days over and over thinking how things could have gone differently if you only did that, or this, or got in your car first, or not letting them go before you, or…

“Don’t “yes sir” me”, he said, not angry, but firmly, “We haven’t been that scared in…”, he sighed, “since…”, he didn’t finish the sentence but you could guess what he meant, “Gordon is known for being relentless, he is a good hunter, specially for Vampires and I’m afraid now he set his eyes on you he is not going to let go until…”

“Until he gets me again or we kill him”, you said bitterly

“He is as vicious as the creatures he hunts”, he said, “that is why I didn’t took you along with me that day”, you nodded

“I understand that now”, you said, “but I…”

“I have my friends looking for Gordon”, he said, “luckily I have more friends that he does, so, if he shows up again, we might get a head’s up”, you nodded

“I’m sorry for getting you in trouble with another hunter”, he almost pumped the brakes right then and there

“Don’t ever do that again, that guy is a psychopath and this is in no way shape or form your fault”, he said firmly

“He is hunting me because of what I am”, you said, “and because I’m near you, now he’s got beef with all of us”

“That’s on him”, he said, “did he say anything to you?”, he tried

“Besides the occasional threat?”, you asked, “he said he caught my trace because he found my information on a vampire nest”, you said, “and he thought at first I was a vampire until he started trailing me and realized I was something else”

“Your information?”, he asked

“He found photos and information of places I had been in”, you said, “he didn’t exactly walked me through what he had seen really”

“This isn’t good”, he mumbled, “Luthor said he knew you, that day when you returned…”

“I’m not afraid of vampires”, you said

“Then you are an idiot”, he said, you got quiet

“It's not that I’m underestimating them”, you said quickly

“Good”

“But I really want to put this away for later, I don’t want to deal with the vamps right now, and I’m sure as hell I don’t want to keep thinking about that lunatic”

“We will see what Bobby found, alright doll? keep your mind off of this for a while”, everytime he called you that, which was very new, you got a tingle in your spine

“That would be good”, you said shortly, you hugged yourself, the awkwardness against settling between you. “How did you find me?”, you asked, you felt him looking at you, “that night?”

“We called everyone I knew who could know that wacko, and someone sent us the address”, he said shortly. 

“The address of a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?”, you asked. He said nothing else, only kept driving.

You met with Dean at a gas station to refill the tank. He seemed happy to be back on the road

“Your Firebird drives like a dream!”, he said with a wide smile

“A big assessment coming from you”, you muttered with a shy smile. You looked at the run -down store and the joint next to it

“I need a burger”, you muttered, and like five shots of tequila if you were gonna gon another half a day with John in the car, but it was midday

The men followed you after filling up the tanks and parking. 

You had already ordered for them. 

You ate in silence, you and Dean had always talked freely, but with John it was always different, he was this thick, looming presence that it was almost smothering. 

You went back to the cars, and you reached Bobby’s at nightfall.

He received you warmly, at least, Dean and you, his preference was obvious

“Let’s hear it, Singer”, John only said, always down to business immediately, not joy whatsoever.

You went to lay down for a while, you needed some… “time to yourself”

When you finally joined the men, beers were out, and they were discussing over the table, about possible spells, curses and others, and how it was best to approach the witch.

“So you gamble years of your life with him…”, said John, “and how do you defeat him… by winning?”

“I don;t know, we found this guy, who was 90 years old, and now he is thirty…”

“So if we play him and loose”, said Dean

“You are going to become old”

“So who is playing him?”, asked John, but nobody offered

“You do know I’m immortal, right?”, you mocked, coming near them, and the three of them seemed to have a light bulb going on atop their heads, the three of them turned to look at you. “I will play him, It doesn’t matter if I lose, right?”, Dean approached you

“Are you sure you are ready?”, he asked, you nodded

“Yes”, you said simply. “Completely sure”, you said with certainty, you hated the pity look in Dean’s eyes when he looked at you now

“What if it doesn’t work like that?”, asked John, “what if you do age?”

“I’ll figure something out”, you mumbled, “I’m 22 I still got a couple of chips on my name, right?”, you asked lightly. They didn’t say anything, so you continued. “How do you play it?”, they stopped in their tracks, and turned to look at you

“What?”, snapped Dean, “you don’t know how to play poker?”, he asked

“No”, you said as it was the most obvious thing, “I do not”, and the three of them grumbled, annoyed. 

. . .

“I could literally tell you what cards are you holding”, said Dean, three hours later, “You have an non-existing poker face, I know exactly what your thoughts are”

“It doesn’t matter what I’m thinking, right?”, you asked, “I have the cards or I don’t”, al three men cursed at the same time

“IT IS IMPORTANT!”, said Dean, throwing the cards over the table, “that’s how you win! more than half of this game is about lying!”, you growled, throwing your own cards

“Can’t I challenge him in a game of go fish or something?”, you asked

“NO!”, they said at the same time

“This is ridiculous, I’m the best at that game, I will do it.

. . . 

“I take it you lost”, you said softly, looking at an eighty year-old Dean. He smiled mockingly and showed you the finger, “Gods”, you mumbled

“What if we take his chips?”, asked Bobby, “he has to have something to be the source of his power, right?”

“I’m the only one who can beat him”, you said, “I will not age, let’s keep going”

“How do you know?”, asked John, looking back at you, “we don’t know that for certain”

“Even if we don’t, we need to get Dean back to his youthful self before he dies of natural causes”, you said angrily, so you walked towards the table where the deck of cards was still on the tale, “rack ‘em”, you demanded

“THAT’S POOL!”

. . .

You didn't even flinch at the prospect of aging until you died

Because you didn’t really know what was going to happen, you only knew about your species because of lore, it could be wrong, you thought, you could age.

You remembered your mother… a bit, she did not look twenty one.

So you could age and die if you lost those chips, but instead of being fearful of the uncertainty, you were calm. As you entered the room and sat in front of the wizard, warlock? male witch

“Now, what could possibly bring someone as young and beautiful as you here, love?”, he asked, you liked the accent. You only looked back at him with a soft smile.

“Just looking for something thrilling”, you said calmly, “and to get back my friend’s youth”, you said simply. The beautiful woman by his side looked down at him nervously, and then at you. She truly didn’t know you knew what you were getting into.

“Oh darling…”, he said, as he dealt the cards, “Oh, I get it, you are one of those who “have nothing to lose”, are you love?”, he asked

“Something like that”, you said nonchalantly, taking another card, this game was so boring, but Dean was right, you had a very, “legible” face, so you tried to keep it showing what you were feeling, boredom.

You were excited when you won the first round, grabbing a couple of 25 numbered chips to cash in for Dean. But soon, you were losing. Is not that you couldn’t lose, meaning, you could, but… you still needed to get a couple of chips to cash in for Dean. 

But you lost, miserably, and he seemed even guilty. Grabbing the pile of chips from the table. 

“I’m sorry”, he said, with a shit-eating grin, you took a long breath and then looked up at him again, if you couldn’t win, at least, now you could negotiate with him. Although the woman seemed really displeased and nervous. 

“Cash them”, you said simply, he frowned at your disposal

“Don’t you have to put your affairs in order or something darling?”, he said gently, “I can give you a couple of hours

“Cash them”, you insisted. He looked doubtful, as the woman by his side, but he snapped his fingers. Immediately you felt a rush, but it wasn’t bad, you were looking at your hands over the table, and they did not wrinkled or got old, they stood the same. And you? you didn’t feel the passing of the 300+ years you had lost, you felt invigorated, if anything you felt fresher, stronger, you felt like you had been sleeping for days and woke up a new person. You didn’t feel the pull of the wound on your cheek, or your side, or the slight burn in your collarbones, your wounds were healed 

His face was priceless

“What are you?”, he asked, pleasantly surprised. You were not going to lie to yourself, you were indeed scared, you didn’t know if the chips were going to make an affect on you, but, apparently they didn’t. “A fellow witch?”, he tried

“No”, you said softly, “I’m something else”, you said simply

“You are no vampire…”, he tried, you only shook your head, “I have to say, people come to me, knowing exactly what they are getting into…”

“I’m aware”, you said softly, “But now my friend got old, trying to stop you…”

“You want to keep playing?”, he asked, you barely nodded

So you played

You were at it for hours, until you finally gathered a high sum of chips, from which, you could restore Dean and then some. 

You even gave in a couple of more years to him.

You needed to leave. 

“I just gave you more than 300 hundred years”, you say, “can I cash them in for a couple of friends?”, you teased, he smiled pleasantly, “give them a bit of a… rejuvenating treatment?”

“Well, you did give me 325 years, I guess I can do you a small favor”, you smiled widely.

. . .

When you got out of the dump of a bar they were hiding at, Dean a young Dean, saw you and whistled, catcalling you

“What the hell happened to you?”, he asked, you didn’t know what it was, but you felt great, “you actually won?”

“Not really”, you said simply, you looked beyond Dean, to John and Bobby, who were looking at each other wide-eyed. Dean followed your eyesight and cursed under his breath

“What the hell did you do?”, he asked slowly. John and Bobby got 25 years younger each, which meant they were now a couple of years older than yourself and Dean.

“I trade in a couple of hundred years”, you said, smiling widely. But your smile got wiped out pretty quickly, where they going to be mad at you? you didn’t think so, they both looked… great… how on hell were you going to explain it to others? how… oh for the gods what have you done!?

But then… they started smiling. 

“So now… he is going to stay like that?”, asked Dean, he seemed as concerned as you. You both looked back at Bobby and John, they were talking, and then, surprising you both, they started flexing and chuckling

“Oh Gods”, you muttered

“What did we unleash on the world?”, asked Dean, as sickened as you. But then his gaze turned to you, he touched your cheek, where your wound was supposed to be, “it healed”, he said, marveled

“I’m 347 years old now”, you said matter of factly 

“God you’re bad at poker”, he chuckled 

“Hey dude, respect your elders!”, you mocked, sticking your tongue out. He looked back at you and smiled, “What?”, you mocked

“It’s good to have you back”, he said lightly.

“You still keep that?”, asked Dean, you giggled

“Of course I do”, you had a map, a big map, those for tourist, of all the united states, in it, you were marking the places you had been, because, as hunters, you should never “repeat the treat”, meaning, after posing for federal agents, or policemen, or anything, you shouldn’t really come back. You marked Denver with a big X

“What did you see?”, he asked gently, you looked at were John had gone, to the bathroom, you were at the local diner

“Uh?”, you asked looking back at him, “when?”

“When that Djinn got you”, he said again

“It was a dream”, you said seriously

“(y/n), you mumbled “mom” when you were waking up”, he said, you looked back at him, it had been a beautiful dream

“My mom was alive”, you said, “I went to Stanford to study architecture, I met Sam, he finished school and married Jess, you had studied too, went to USF and studied mechanical engineering”, you said quickly, he frowned, “I got married and had twin girls”

“Really?”, he asked, you nodded, he chuckled, “what a trip”, he smiled, “who’s Jess?”

“Sammy’s girlfriend”, you giggled

“He has a girlfriend?”, he asked, amazed, you nodded

“Who has a girlfriend?”, asked John 

“The guy we are after”, he said simply

“He should be 120 years old”, John said weirdly, you and Dean shared concerned looks

“He was into younger women”, you said quickly. he didn’t buy it

“I appreciate you’re back”, he started, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, “but I need you to focus, both of you”, he said severely, and you really appreciated that he didn’t include any “but” or “ifs”, “I understand it’s hard to come back…”

“Yes, Ser”, you said firmly, even Dean seemed surprised, “I’m sorry”, he nodded, more pleased

“What did you see, Ser?”, Dean asked, John looked at him, and then at you

“When?”, he asked

“When those Djinns got you”, he asked, you knew he was dying to know

“Focus on the right things, Dean”, he said severely

“(y/n) told me”, he said, as he was a little kid

“Anyways”, he said, “let’s check in, and then we’ll gather the info”

“People showing up dead with missing body parts, right?”, you asked, grabbing the paper clipping over the table, “are we sure this isn’t just a gang for organ trafficking?”, you asked gently

“Yes, but… the stitches… they are using silk, that is a way old method to stitch those”, muttered John, you nodded

“Great”, you mumbled. 

“Let’s wait until we are in the motel”, muttered John looking around, you both nodded, you put the clipping away

“Yes Ser”, you said at the same time.

This motel in particular was… nicer, one room with two twin beds, it was comfortable.

“Oh look, we have a kitchen!”, you admired 

“Nice”, said Dean without caring, you dropped the two bags filled with weapons on the bed, Dean and John got ready, they started getting dressed in suits

“Why can’t I go?”, you asked Dean

“Because you can’t keep a straight face, you are always smiling and giggling”, he mocked, “and you look 20”, you rolled your eyes

“I’m 22”

“Exactly, besides, the trope of Seasoned agent and his apprentice never gets old”, he said with a smirk, they both looked handsome in suits. You walked towards Dean, and helped him, arranging his tie that was crooked, he kept looking at you

“You never told me”, he teased

“What?”, you asked him

“Who was the guy you married in your dream”

“You still on that?”, you mocked, trying to hide how nervous you were, he kept smirking at you, “some guy I met on the trip”

“Uh, that important uh?”, he asked

“Not really, he was handsome though, and it was a dream you know”

“I know when you are lying”, he teased.

“Idjit”, you chuckled

“We need you to give us some intel”, said John, you barely nodded

“Yes, I’ll do”, you said quickly, setting up your computer on the table, “but you do know I can lift 1.000 pounds, right?”, you asked, very seriously

“Yeah, yeah, sure”, mocked Dean, but then he stopped and looked right back at you, “how do you know how much you bench?”, he asked

“I like to go to gyms and freak gym rats out”, you said simply

“I need you to check on the places the people had been snatched from”, said John, giving you a list

“Great”, you said happily, you did like this part, the investigation, like you were detectives

As they left to start their investigation, you prepared a small pack and left too. 

You had seen so many cities, each time though you couldn’t possibly learn the layout of another one, but you did, you always learned them, and soon you managed to wander around and always come back to the motel.

Parks, that was a favorite spot for beasts, vampires, werewolves and ghouls to snatch their victims. 

A guy who used to run everyday by the park got snatched two days ago.

You looked around, not knowing what you were really looking for, something… 

You wouldn’t tell this to John, or Dean, not even Sam when he was with you… and of course you didn’t know what humans perceived or saw or heard… but in comparison to the boys, you noticed you could… sense everything more clearly, you had really acute instincts… 

So you walked a path through a more distant part of the park almost through the woods 

The hair in the backs of your head were standing up, all your senses seemed heightened, you entered a subspace in your head of maximum alert even though you weren’t really scared, if was like you were on the hunt… even though you didn’t really hunted for anything 

The police should have been looking around, so you were being childish to think they would left anything unchecked, but still.

You found nothing.

All of that for nothing, you took the path back to the city, more frustrated than anything, it was childish to think you were going to crack this thing alone, and also, you should get used to the idea that it was going to take a while to adjust back…

“Mama!”, screamed a small child, his mother was with him, “I don’t wanna go down there”, he said, grabbing onto her hand

“Why?”

“There is a man in the woods! Frankenstein!”, he cried

“Last time I let you watch those movies with your cousins!”, she said angrily. You looked back at the forest, but there was nothing there.

The sun was already setting, so you started walking back to the motel, you stopped by a store, to buy some food, now that you had a kitchen in the room, you found some steaks, you bought beer, and buy a lot of snacks, you sensed it was going to be a long night to try and figure this out. You wanted to do something nice for them, so you used your credit card with your fake name

“You are such a nice girl”, said the old woman who was minding the register

“Thank you”, you whispered softly, a bit embarrassed

“You take care alright? there is a bad man out there”, she warned, you found it odd

“What do you mean?”, you asked 

“You take care”, she muttered, you nodded

“Thank you”, you said quickly, grabbing your things. This was a strange town.

You drank beer while you cooked the stakes and made some sides to go with them, John and Dean entered shortly after.

Dean whistled

“I’m so glad to have you back!”, he said happily, kissing your cheek, “I can get used to this”

“Well… don’t”, you said with a giggle. “How did it go?”, you asked

“It was… pretty disgusting”, John, as usual, didn’t say anything but he seems pleased, “we’ll discuss it after dinner doll I don’t want to spoil it”

“I actually saw a couple of things”, you said, “I was walking at the park and… I heard this kid say that he didn’t want to go to the woods, that Frankeinstein was there”

“That could be anything”, said Dean as he help you put the plates a the table

“I felt this weird vibe”, you explained, but they shook it off

“This is so fucking good”, moaned Dean as he ate, “it’s been a while since I’ve eaten a home cooked meal”, he said happily, finishing his food

“Thanks”, muttered JOhn, you only smiled, being glad that you did this for them

After dinner with beers in hand, you started discussing the important things

“We found maggots on the inside of a guy’s wound”, you wanted to throw up the good meal you put together

“Even if that’s disgusting… it is a clue”, you said quickly, taking out the things you researched, “Like the silk used to sew the wounds shut, is a really ancient method, doctors I used to do it like this on the late 1800s”, you said firmly, “so this… doesn’t look human to me”, they shared concerned looks

“A victim is missing its liver, the other, one eye, the one with the worms, and another’s lungs”

“It seems so random though”, you said, “usually is one part for monsters, this thing… is taking parts then trying to patch them up? it’s weird”, you said 

“Agreed”. said Dean.

“Do we have a pattern? like the victims? are they connected?”, you asked.

“They all seemed to be young and healthy”

You spend most part of the night making theories until you finally fall asleep. Since John found you, you bunked with Dean, it wasn’t odd, so you both took one of the beds. You ran hot at night, so Dean was always happy to keep you near when it was cold outside. 

“I’m gonna do make some rounds”, announced John surprisingly, you both looked at him

“We can go with you Sir”, Dean said quickly

“You stay and rest, so you both can go tomorrow”, hes aid firmly, and you knew, with that voice, he didn’t any discussions

He didn’t do you any favors, if he would have wanted you to go, he would have said so, you both understood it, so he left, leaving you both alone

“It’s weird”, you said

“What is?”, he asked back

“You don’t want to hit the bars or anything?”, you asked

“Not really, I’m beat”, he said, accommodating himself ready to sleep, you followed suit soon after.

But something woke you up in the middle of the night, you turned around to see Dean comfortably tucked in, you were sleeping in shorts almost on top of the bed, it was hilarious

John wasn’t back yet.

It was four in the morning.

You got up and dressed, left a note for Dean that you were going to make a few rounds too, and left. You put on your most comfortable boots, you were going on foot.

You were trying to come to a balance, before you left for your trip,John would be so cautious with you, sometimes as far as leaving you in the motel instead of taking you. You’d think you’d be his secret weapon, the muscle of your little group, but the truth is, you weren’t. He was very protective of you, sometimes you even considered he was fearful of you, of what you could do.

And then, when you found yourself alone, you really tested your own limits, and pushed them too, you discovered more things about yourself when you were alone, because you weren’t being pressured constantly. You were so afraid before that you’d hurt somebody, you could see the fear in the Winchester’s too. But you started hunting alone, and even though sometimes you messed up, you got the job done.

Now you believed you needed to adjust back to John, and he needed to adjust to the fact, that you weren’t that little girl anymore, you were a supernatural being, that had total control over her body, and what some may call your “powers”, it was a bit grinding to call them that, the fact that you could burn people to a crisp, not age, and have super strength, but still.

You walked back to the park, something kept calling you there.

You saw the Impala parked by the entrance, and your stomach sank

You ran through that park, all of it, in seconds, it was empty, the night was chilly, and you didn’t know what to do. You took the same road towards the woods. You couldn’t see much, but the moon still lit up the way, and besides, as stated, you had more capabilities than the regular human. You followed the path until it was no longer one, you were in the middle of the woods, this was bananas. You soon heard the noise of a creek, a river.

“JOHN!”, you called, not caring for the consequences, you wished for a wendigo or something, you really wanted to have a good fight, fist to fist.

But no such luck.

You wished so badly you could fly

You could though.

You found a run down cabin in the middle of nowhere, as you stood in front of it… you started catching a disgusting smell, not fresh, but… hits that something recent had been going on. 

You entered quietly, on guard. This might be hunted but you really believe it was not a ghost what you were hunting.

You had a knife on you, you held it tight in your hand, and you uncovered your other from your gloves.

John grunted against his restraints, against the leather this maniac had placed in his mouth. To look so old and disgusted this man had strength, that was for certain.

“I prefer to go younger”, he whispered, “but you have strong arms”, he purred, John fought some more, as the doctor prepared his amputation knife. 

He ripped his shirt off, to be able to see. This man’s face was… twisted, he had cut many pieces of many people and stuck them to himself, to replace parts he had lost himself. He was held up in the basement of an abandoned house, and John was dizzy from the chloroform this monster had used on him, the entire room smell of death, old antiseptic, and the metallic reek of blood.

He stopped before the rusty knife could touch his skin, and the doc looked beyond

“You brought a friend I hear”, he purred, “I sense a strong heart on that one”, John moved even more

He was checking the park, as he remembered what he had said, he came from behind, drugging him, he gave him a fight, but at the end, the chloroform did its trick, the next thing he knew, he was tied to this lunatic’s medical bed.

But he stopped, looking surprise, a thin line of blood dripping from his mouth, and John noticed a blade coming out of his chest where his heart should be

The doctor dropped to the floor and there you were.

With a pull you freed John

“I think this is the worst, so, the best moment to scold you and say, you shouldn’t go out there alone”, you said, angrily, you were the best weapon at his arsenal, and he didn’t use you.

You often wondered that if was because he was scared of you, or didn’t trust you, you didn't know what you preferred 

“Thanks, I was in a bind doll”, the second time he called you that, he had never called you that before. He was weak, he almost dropped to the floor, and there you were, ready to grab him

“We need to get out of here”, , you said quickly, we can come back tomorrow. He wanted to fight it, but he understood he couldn’t, so he let you help him get out of the basement and out of that nightmare cabin.

That… things… was dead 

“He said he had the cure for immortality”, John muttered

“Is that something you are interested in, John?”, you asked almost mockingly, as you started walking through the woods

“How did you find me so quickly?”, he asked, his legs seemed to come out of their stupor, 

“I’ve changed in the past two years John”, you said quickly.

You should have come back, you should have burned that palace to the ground.

But you didn’t, you wanted to get out of there, you didn’t want to set it on fire because the authorities were going to find it, and even though that was going to give a certain peace to the victim’s families, you couldn’t risk all that medieval equipment, and him, coming out to the light, you figured if you came back tomorrow, things could be more clearer 

John had seemed to understand what you meant that night, he seemed to believe he underestimated you, he did. 

But it all went to shit when you returned the next morning, and everything was gone.He was gone. 

You failed.

Sorry if the one before came out a little weird, I'm so nervous I feel like I'm loosing my touch, nobody is reading me anymore, anyways, if you are reading this, it means that you did! love you ❤️

taglist