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-Y/N, my dearest Y/N, would you like to see your little boyfriend of yours get his fingers cut one by one again?

*Pffffttt*

You spat blood in the face of the speaker who sat in front of you. He blinked and kept his eyes closed while he swiped the mix of your saliva and blood away from his face with his thumb.

-I gotta give you that, little Y/N....  the demon that held the chains that were attached to your wrists gave you another powerful kick in the guts that took your breath away. He then, grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled them so you would be forced to look up.

-You're really strong headed.... the blonde man licked your spat off his thumb while you frowned at him with disgust. Which is going to be a great asset... Once you let me finish what I started!

You faintly mumbled something through your swollen lips, you were so weak but you wouldn't give up. You could not give up. Not to him.

-Uhhh... Excuse me? Can you repeat that?

You lower your head for an instant as you try to hide the pain that was drawn all over your face but the demon behind you once again pulled your hair off your scalp with force.

-I said.... EAT. ME. DICK. HEAD. you hissed as loud as your broken ribs could let you as you deadly stared at Lucifer, who ironically, was a prisoner of his own too, a rusty metal necklace hung around his neck as he was stuck on his chair.

The demon behind you pulled swiftly on your chains as if to shut you up from disrespecting his master. You flinched, your wrists were probably infected since the metal was rubbing directly against your flesh, they were swollen, red and full of bloody crusts.

-Master, Crowley is on his way.  another demon claimed as he entered the room in panic, his facial expression clearly demonstrated how he was apprehending Lucifer's reaction over his sudden arrival. You, on the other hand, sighed in exasperation because you knew what was next to come.

*sigh*

Lucifer exaggerated his frustration as he glared the intruder with deathfull eyes.

-Alrighty then.

A couple seconds passed as both demons and you stared at Lucifer who rolled his eyes in annoyance when he noted no one was moving.

-What are you waiting for, you idiots! Gag her and bring her back to the cage!

In a instant, the both demons pulled vigorously on the metal links that were attached to your wrists, not even letting you time to crawl to follow them,  they just trailed you on the cold concrete floor as you held back cries of pain that were sitting in the back of your throat. The physical pain was nothing compared to what was next to come and you were dreading it.

-See you in a bit, cutie pie! Lucifer cooed as he tried to wave his hand to you, his own chains restraining his arms from moving.  I'll make sure to bring Cassie with me, alright!? Lucifer continued with a playful tone as the door was closed shut behind you.

-NO! PLEASE.  NO, PLEASE I BEG YOU! you screamed as loud as you could while you were still getting trailed down to your own prison.

-Heyyy guys? Why do I still hear this little mouse crying, I thought I ordered you to GAG HER.

You heard the Devil shouts through the metal door and both of your guards winced under his tone. One of the metal chain hit the floor as the tingle echoed in the dungeon and a moment after one of the demon appeared in your face.

-Don't touch me, you black eyed sons of a bitch or I swear- the demon laughed frantically before you could even finish your sentence.

-Yeah yeah, we know. You'll be the last thing we'll ever see. Whatchu gonna do, princess?  he bent down to be at your height and waved a hand in front of your face. Your mouth was instantly stitched closed and you could feel the cords painfully pulling on your lips as you tried to mumble something.

At that point, you gave up. You let them trailing you down to the cage without a single fight, your stomach threatening to spill itself even if it was totally empty as you feared the next few hours, days, months that were to come in the cage, stuck with Lucifer in your own imagination. You closed your eyes and wished for your body to let you rest in peace, you wanted your own body to give up and to stop struggling to stay alive. You wanted to die. Except in your case, dying wasn't the solution. If you die, Lucifer would bring you back. You died again? Lucifer brought you back again. You stopped counting how many times you've died since you've got here.

When you opened your eyes, you already were in the cage, alone. For now. You must've passed out in between, you were getting used to passing out here and there now. The human body can only endure so much before fainting. A little too much to your own taste.

-Y/N??

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard your angel's alarmed voice echoing through the emptiness of the dungeon.

Oh no, no. No please, not this again.  

-Y/N!  you felt your eyes filling with water as you watched Castiel running towards the cage, his unbuttoned trench coat floating to his sides. You knew this was only another of Lucifer's scheme to force you to give up to him.

I know it's you, Lucifer. Fuck you.

-Blossom, I... the cage's door opened magically as the angel stepped to get closer to you. He looked so real, you only wanted so much to throw yourself in his arms and rejoice yourself of his presence. He kneeled down next to you and peered right in your eyes, his ocean blue eyes were so realistic.

-I've been looking for you everywhere, I missed you so mu-

GRRRRRRWWWHH

You just had time to close your eyes as a vivid hellhound jumped and assaulted Castiel out of nowhere. You flinched every time you heard the angel that you love crying for help as he was being eaten alive right in front of you. You sobbed and brought your knees up to your face with your arms around your legs to keep your legs as close as possible to you. You couldn't stop crying while rocking yourself frantically forward and backwards waiting for the hallucinations to fade away....

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3 months earlier, somewhere in Indianapolis

-We told you to stay back, Y/N! Dean furiously punched the motel's frame door and Castiel instinctively stepped in front of you as if to shield you from Dean's tempered reaction.

-You can't expect me to stand aside from that, Dean Winchester! I'm a hunter of my own, for fuck's sakes! you countered the angel's frame to get a better glimpse of the eldest Winchester.

Sam who looked as furious as his brother took a deep breath before joining in the fight.

-Guys, we need to act fast now. It's our only chance to trap Lucifer. We can't screw this up. So both of you, shut up. NOW. Sam snapped as he pointed to the both of you. Y/N, Dean is right. This is absurdly stupid to come here when we agreed you should stay back! You're putting yourself in danger. In fact, we don't even know what kind of power Lucifer has on you. You could be putting us all in danger!

Sam's reaction hit you right in the guts since he's the most reasonable person you know. You peered at your side to see Cas apologetic smile as silently agreed with his friends. You knew you shouldn't be there but you couldn't stand the idea of letting your bestfriends facing Lucifer alone. If something was to happen to them while you weren't there you would never forgive yourself.

-I bet you would've stayed if he weren't coming with us, huh Y/N?  Dean mumbled as he passed next to you.

-Dean... Castiel deeply warned. Now, isn't the right time to-

-What did you say? you growled, your ears twitched when you finally understood Dean's remark.

-I said: maybe if his angelic ass would've stayed at the bunker you wouldn't be costing us so much right now!   

-You, little shit! SHUT YOUR MOUTH! you were about to throw yourself on Dean when Castiel stopped you from getting further, his grip held you in place even though you craved to slap Dean's face so much.  

-Crowley haven't mention me that the huntress had a wee problem with her temper, how saddening. Rowena chuckled as all of your heads flew in her direction.

-Rowena, now's not the time.  Sam warned as he regained his composure. He stepped towards Kelly who just sat there, on the bed, an expression of fear and confusion stuck on her face.

While Sam and Castiel took charge of her as they tried to convince her they were being genuine, you had an internal fight with yourself. Even though they were being real jerks about it, the brothers were right and you had to leave, being here was not just putting yourself in danger but also meant that everyone else could be in danger, well even more in danger than they already were. You had no idea if Lucifer could have some kind of hold on you.  

You approached Dean who stared through the window with a murderous look.

-I'm leaving. Call me if anything.

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Everytime he cried for your assistance, your heart ached and your stomach twisted so hard you were on the verge of barfing. You sighed in relief as the last version of Castiel's dismembered corpse was finally fading away.

It must have been the 100th version of Castiel's death you've witnessed today. Every single one of them seemed more real than the previous one.

Lucifer was relentless, you couldn't catch a break. He was playing with your mind armed with your biggest weakness.

-Y/N.

Your eyes flashed opened as Castiel's stiff voice echoed through the cage. For the first time yet, Castiel sounded angry rather than relieved, his eyes showed no trace of affection, they were filled with rage and hatred.

-The plan failed because of you. Lucifer is still free and it's all because of your stubbornness.

The bonds that held your lips sealed suddenly disappeared and allowed you to speak your mind.

-Wh-What? You scoffed. What is it this time, Lucifer? Huh? New game?

-Lucifer? Castiel spat. You're delirious. Look around you. Lucifer is gone. All that's left is the cold bodies of your friends, Y/N.

You took in the decor around you, you were no longer in the cage, but in that same motel room you had plan to gank Lucifer weeks ago. You followed the blood trails until your eyes found a pool of blood, where was lying Dean's lifeless body.

You brought a hand to your mouth as you silently gasped, Dean's body getting blurred as your eyes filled up with tears.

-It's all your fault. Dean is dead because of you.

-It's not real. you closed your eyes as you shook your head. It's all in my head.

-W-we told you to stay away, Y/N.

Your heart pinched as you recognized Sam's weak voice. He was laying on the ground in between the two motel beds and from the blood that was running out of his mouth, he was agonizing.

-I wish we've never met you.

Your eyes landed over Castiel who was staring at Dean's body, his coat smeared with blood. He finally teared his eyes away from him and glared at you, his piercing blue eyes showed revulsion.

- You caused this atrocity...

No...

- I've never hated a human that much before... You've killed my family.

This isn't what happened...

-I hate you, Y/N.

You fell down to your knees as Castiel's hatred words hit you like a wave.

It's a trick...

-I've never loved you, anyways.

You closed your eyes as you were trying to keep a steady breath but there was a ball of energy growing inside you. You felt your whole body shaking as you kept telling yourself that all this was only Lucifer playing with your mind, your soul ignited with pure rage.

- You. Killed. Them. Castiel's voice reverberated in your head.

ENOUGH

You opened your eyes and you were shrouded in the darkness once again. You felt the coldness of the metal bars pressed in your back, you were back in Hell, in the cage.

But how the tables have turned... You've never felt this energized and powerful in all your life.

“Despite her being two years younger than Dean, she can keep up with him. I have no clue where all that energy comes from,” John laughed, remembering the two kids running around the house.  

Your father, Derek chuckled at the thought of screaming kids running around, having fun. He knelt down to pick you up from the ground, only for you to immediately wake up and turn to bite your fathers’ arm. When you noticed it was your father, you let him go.

“Sorry.” Slowly, guilt flashed across your face and you looked down at your lap guilty of your actions.

“It's okay, sweetheart. How about we go for ice cream?” Your father suggested, rubbing the place where you bit him.

You shook your head and looked up, tears streaming down your big, puffy cheeks. An overwhelming and uncomfortably dark feeling settled all over your little two-year-old body. It was as if there was a dark presence in the room. “No! Something bad will happen.”

"Sweetheart, what do you mean?" Your father placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed comfortingly. The show, don’t tell. Actions speak louder than words. So saying that he squeezed your shoulder comfortingly implies he was trying to comfort you.

"Someone bad."

Mary looked over to your mother, worried about you before gently taking her arm and pulling her toward the kitchen. Your mother leaned against the counter and inhaled deeply before speaking.

“She says there is a yellow-eyed bad man in her bedroom at night, trying to get her.”

Mary gives your mother a worried look, “You don’t mean..”

Lydia nodded in confirmation, already knowing what Mary was trying to say. “Derek and I have found sulfur in her bedroom window over the past week. We tried everything, but he keeps coming in. I don’t know what he wants from my girl. You have to be careful, Mary. He might come after your boys”

Mary closed her eyes and sighed in defeat. Your mother knew about the deal Mary had to do with the yellow-eyed demon in order to have John alive. The deal was Mary had to give him access to her home in 10 years as in exchange for John to come back to her alive.  

Meanwhile, your father finally convinced you to go home and say goodbye to the Winchesters’. You quickly kissed Dean on the forehead, who was still sleeping peacefully, before running over to hug John.

Both mothers’ returned from the kitchen as you walked over to give a tight hug to Mary and whisper, “Be careful.”

No one knew this would be the last time you would see Mary alive; which will send the family into a dangerous path.

~~❀~~ 

November 2nd, 1983

The moonlight peeked through your cracked, open window, where a mans’ shadow stood at the end of the bed with a malicious smile.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the smell of rotten eggs and the overwhelming sensation of uncomfortable. Slowly waking up and opening your eyes only to land on the yellow eyes glowing in the dark of your room. You clutched onto your blanket and squeezed your eyes shut, murmuring, “Go away.”

Remembering what John had told you; They are just dreams, they are not real. You have the control to make to all those scary things to go away.

Hoping the monster went away, only to hear its’ footsteps making the floor underneath creak within every step.  “This isn't a dream, sweetheart.”

Panicked, you glanced up to see the man that had been visiting you for the past week, as tears crept up in your innocent eyes in fear.

“I am going to take you to your new home,” the monster said, reaching out to you.  You rolled off the other side of the bed in your haste to avoid him. You could hear your fathers’ car engine coming up the driveway. You built up the courage to say, “N-No.”

All of the sudden, you heard running footsteps on the stairs and someone trying to open the door.  “Y/N! Are you in there?! Is he in there?” Your father yelled from the other side of the door, making the yellow-eyed man glare at you lightly.

“You told your parents about me when I specifically said don’t do so.” Walking around your bed to reach for you again. You backed up into the corner, silently crying and hugging yourself. Your father banged on the door, begging for response and in the process, waking up your mother and your stepbrother from their own sleep.

When you felt the man grab onto your shirt, out of instinct you screamed, making your bedroom window shatter instantly. You shut your eyes, covering your ears as you heard your door burst open with a loud roar.

You kept your eyes closed, frozen with fear and hearing things crashing around the room as the room was filled with groans of pain and roars.  You could smell something was burning, as well feel the heat within the room. You were terrified to open your eyes or move a muscle, until you felt a blanket thrown on top of you, covering you up completely. You opened your eyes to see orange light through the blanket, before getting picked up from the ground.

You felt whoever was holding you close to their chest. Heard what it seems like glass being stepped on as the heat in the room was increased at a rapid rate. You started to struggle to breathe due to the smell of burning wood in the air.

You felt being pressed close to their chest to the point you could hear their heart beating rapidly fast. The cold wind of the night hits you full force as your stomach drops due to the leap someone took.

The full force wind vanishes from hitting your little body. Your feet soon met the cement meaning you were outside.

The blanket gets taken off you as your innocent eyes landed on your mother. She was crying before she dropped to her knees. She held your face in her hands and pulling you into a hug.

“You are safe.”

You felt another hand pat down your hair, and you, lifted your head to see your father covered in ash. He knelt down to hug the both of you, before letting your stepbrother join into the hug.

Your eyes glance over to your home to see the fire spreading throughout the house.

The fire and paramedic sirens could be heard all throughout the neighborhood.

Ever since this happened, your innocence and knowledge about the world were ripped away from you. You could never look at the world the same, knowing monsters do exist who lurks in the dark.

~~❀~~ 

Present:  October 30, 2005

The cold winds blowing against your face as your hair rides wildly underneath your helmet. The night lighting posts shine upon your helmet vision glass driving through the streets.

Soon slowing down upon seeing your destination; pulling up your motorcycle through the drive-thru and turning off the engine. Taking off your helmet and getting off the motorcycle, before running your hand through your hair and shaking it a bit.

Sighing in relief. You start to walk towards the house steps and taking out your keys to unlock the front door only to find it slightly open.

You knew your stepbrother and his girlfriend are away to celebrate their anniversary, meaning no one should be in the house especially at this hour of the night.

Readjusting your grip on your helmet and using your boot to push the door open to take a quick look around. You tried to be steady as possible and look around to see nothing out of the ordinary. Until you hear the floor creaking behind you, swirl around and swing your helmet upwards hitting the intruder by the chin making them stumble back. Taking their arm to twist it behind their back, before pushing them against the nearest wall.

“Who send you?!” You growled tighten your grip.

“Feisty as I remember.” A familiar voice with the sarcasm.

You blinked a few times before recognition dawned on your face.

“What the hell! Dean.” Instantly let go of his arm and step back to reach for the light switch to see the idiot smile innocently at you. Making you roll your eyes at him, and turn around to put down your helmet on the tablet, before making your way to the kitchen to open the fridge to over to grab a beer for Dean.

Kick the fridge door close to turn around to find Dean looking down at your body and called him out holding out the beer. “Cowboy, eyes up here.”

Dean fakes a cough and retraces his eyes up to your eyes, grabbing the beer from your hands immediately. You chuckled at the embarrassed idiot in front of you.

“Why are you here?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I can’t come and visit without a reason. Why are you dressing a nurse costume? Anyways.” Dean replies with a smirk on his face.

“Well. You actually call to check on me a week ago. And this.” You started pointing at your nurse costume. “This was a bet from a college friend of mines to accompany her to a Halloween costume party.”

You stared at Dean who is drinking the beer you have given him. “Split it out, what is your reason for being here?”                                                                                                                                                                                              Glancing over at Dean daring him to say foolish excuse, to only quickly ask.  “Have you talked to Sam lately? I have been trying to get a hold of him.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You knew the brothers weren’t exactly on good terms with each other since Sam wanted to have a normal life as Dean chose the family business to hunt and help people. You tried to stay out of foolish feud that had been dragging out for so long between them

“Y/N, please.” Dean desperately wants an answer from you since you have been quiet. You knew he rarely pleads unless it was serious.

“I just talked to him a few hours ago on my break shift - Did something happened?” You asked, knowing it has to be more than Dean is letting on.

“What about dad?” You could see the worry in his green eyes,

“John? Well, I talked to him a few weeks ago. Did something happened?” You asked out of curiosity.

Dean puts the beer down on the table and runs his hand through his hair. “This is the longest it's been since anyone has heard from him. Anyways, thanks, Y/N for the beer.” He turns around to head out.

“Dean, wait.” You said, making him stop in his tracks and turn his head to you. “I can’t let you go off like this - I am going with you.”

“Y/N. No. You have a life here. I am not going to drag you back into this life.” Dean said to only make you laugh.

“Dean, I haven’t fully gotten out of the hunting life. I have been doing small cases every chance I get. Ever since I have gotten my doctor’s degree, I have been snitching up hunters under my brother's clinic roof. I don’t have anything that is holding me back from going with you.” You said, before adding “I will end up following you if you don’t let me.”

Your [eye color] stared back at his green eyes to only make him sigh in defeat. “Hurry up, before I change my mind. I will wait for you in the car.”

Your lips immediately stretch into a smile, before pecking his cheek and ran up the stairs to your room. Stripping down from your nurse costume, and dress up in more comfortable clothes.

You open your closet and throw the duffel to your bed as you start throwing random clothes along with personal items into it. Making sure you have put on your laptop with your charger. 

Zipping the duffel bag and tossing the strap over your shoulder, as you slipped into a pair of shoes and the leather jacket that you got from your father.

You ran downstairs with the duffel bag almost failing in the process. You turn off the lights along throwing away the beer from the table. Grabbing your cell phone with your house keys, as you looked around the house.

You closed the door until you remember the bag of candy you stole from the party and left it on the porch. Immediately looking over to see it missing on the spot where you left it and look up to see Dean munching on your stole candy. “Dean!”

Running over to the Impala to take the bag of candy from his hands, and mumbles. “Mine.” You give your duffel bag to Dean as an exchange of the bag of candy. You walk over the other side and climb in from the passenger side. Settling the bag of candy in the middle and grabbed one to eat, as Dean climbs in to look at you and shakes his head as he turns on the car.

You pushed the bag of candy to Dean meaning he can take some. “So do you have any leads?”

“I will tell you, once we get Sam.” Dean smiles at you, making you roll your eyes in exchange.

You just hope John Winchester is alive and get contact with one of his sons hopefully. You cared about John and look up at him as a second father figure, ever since your biological father went MIA after your mother’s death. He was the one who took you and your brother without any hesitation.

Next: Part Two

Retrace your eyes back to the road ahead of you, before adding. “Dean, you gotta remember he has a college life where he has to pull all-nighters for exams and doing the endless homework assignments, along gotten himself an incredible girlfriend. He can’t just drop everything to come to help.”

“Oh. He actually manages to get a girlfriend- huh. What’s her name?” You could hear his surprise finding out his new information due to their distant relationship.

“Jessica. I do approve of her dating ‘our’ precious Sam.” You playfully said, making Dean chucked at your mocking tone.

“I gotta meet her. It's impossible to get your approval for  anything in general.” Dean smirked before you playfully push his shoulder. “I am sorry for being protective.”

“Mama bear.” Dean joked, making you roll your eyes. “You will never drop it, won’t you.”

“Never will. Sweetheart. You did act like a mama bear when it came to Sam, especially that killer werewolf jocks pack case when they took Sam as leverage. You even took a werewolf bite for Sam.” You could feel the stare on you, remembering how the boys reacted when you got bitten, before you killed the pack’s leader.

Dean was angry at himself for not being able to prevent it. Sam blamed himself for you being bitten, if it wasn’t for him. You would have never been bitten in the first place. They couldn’t bring themselves to kill you, despite there is going to be a full moon in just a few hours prior.

Either of the brothers never notified John about the situation. They resulted in restraining you to the motel bed. You had room to move around to get comfortable, but not enough to reach out to them and attack if it were to come to it. It was the time both brothers spilled their true feelings for you not knowing it would be the last hours of your life or not.

Everyone thought even you. The bite will kill you.

However, somehow by a miracle, Sam claims it. You survived the werewolf bite and never got turned. You remained human from what it seems, but due to your body fighting against the werewolf bite make you extremely weak. It remains a mystery for everyone how you didn’t turn at all.

“Sammy is like my son and younger sibling to me. You guys were the only closes thing as a family to me. Other than my real family who is mostly deceased or disappeared to the ends of the earth. I wasn’t planning to let anything happen to either of you if only I can prevent it.” You firmly said keeping your eyes on the road.

“It was reckless.”

“Dean, it's the past. It happened and nothing really happened which all of us appreciate. I am alive that's all matters.” You glance over to see Dean is clutching his jaw, before running his hand over his face. He opens his mouth to say something, before changing his mind and keeps his mouth shut.

Leans over to raise the volume up his music, and leans back once again against the passenger seat shutting his eyes closed.

You knew how Dean felt about this case that happened years ago. You know how he is afraid to lose you. Both of you always butting heads when it comes to sacrificing yourselves for each other.

Soon enough, Dean falls asleep in the most uncomfortable position.

You couldn’t help yourself to let him sleep in that position that you used your free hand to pull him over gently, letting him to lay his head on your lap. He did open his eyes sheepishly before you run your fingers through his hair as his music blasting on the radio. He automatically started to relax and didn’t object to you playing with his hair.  

~~❀ ~~

You pull over and park Dean’s loved impala front of the building within the university grounds.  Shaking his shoulder softly to cause Dean sit up instantly his head made contact with your chin, making both of you groan in pain and rub against the pain tingling spot.

Dean looks around for any danger to see nothing in sight. It was plain pitch dark night and the only source of the light post. Scrubbing his eyes to drive the sleepiness away, before looking up at the building where Sam supposed to live. “Look at that, you actually learn how to drive a car appropriately."

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment, before opening the door to step out of the car. Letting the door open for Dean and walk around the Impala. Setting your eyes on the building in front of you, and felt Dean's pat on your lower back.

You glance over, “We can’t just come knocking on his door in the middle of the night. He is probably sleeping. We should come back in the morning to prevent of scaring Sam to death.”

“Or we could do it my own way.” Dean letting a small smile climb to his lips and started to walk towards the side of the building.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh of annoyance, “Why do I feel like we are going to break an entry?” You guessed to only getting a smirk.

“Live a little. (Y/N)” He gives you a wink before he grabbed your wrist and letting him drag you along.

Once both of you have reached the side of the building and started climbing up the stairs by the fire escape. Luckily, you knew exactly where Sam’s department would be located.

Counting the level floors, before making pulling his jacket sleeve, stopping Dean in his tracks just in front of his younger brother's apartment. Dean gives you the look of confirmation to getting a nod from you. He turns around to face the window. Putting his hand on the edge of the window to slowly open it wide enough for the both of you to sneak inside. Dean crawls in first, once you see his feet vanished into the darkness.

You look at the darkness debating if you should go in or not. Eventually, making up your mind started to crawl inside slowly, and didn’t think that once you pass half of your body. Your combat boots would hit the floor harshly that the sound echo within the apartment walls. Feeling Dean's hands grab onto your arm to help you stand up.

You knew that Sam was a light sleeper and might investigate what was the noise. You turn your head to the side when you heard the floorboards creaking next door as Dean starts to approach the taller shadow next door soon vanishing into the darkness before grunts and groans were heard.

You guessed that Dean is testing out his defending abilities. You could see movement in the dark. You thought it would be best to stand on the sidelines and took a seat on the couch.

A few seconds later, they stumbled into the room that you are in. You knew that the brothers are blocking each other attacks by movements within the darkness. It was hard to see in the dark to know what is exactly is going around between them. Until you saw Dean grab Sam by the neck and threw him into the floor.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Dean teases when Sam's face shows disbelief.

“Dean?” Sammy breathing in heavily, making Dean chuckled at his reaction. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.” Dean points out, before Sam threw up his leg and kicked Dean by the head completely getting him off guard. Sam leaning over’ Dean’s body with his hand closed around his throat pinning him the floor. “Guess not.” He chuckled before growling for Sam to get off him.

You stood up from the couch to make the floorboard creak underneath your feet. Earning Sam to turn over to you, once he pulled his older brother to his feet.

“(Y/N)?”

“Who else? Mr. Giant.” You taunted Sammy.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” He gives out a weird look that was between confusion and worry. You couldn’t exactly blame him for being confused since just 2 weeks ago. You came by to check on him. You have developed a habit check on Sam every month. As Dean, they didn’t end on good terms.

“I gotta meet Mrs. Winchester, since (Y/N) spoke so many good things about her along her approval. You know she rarely approves anything in general and was also looking for a beer.” Dean said, as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. You just rolled your eyes and wrap an arm around his waist.

The light flickers on earning everyone's attention within the room to the blonde woman in pajamas who called Sammy’s name. You politely smiled at Jessica and waved.

“Uh. Jess, hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jess, this is my brother Dean and you know (Y/N).” Sam had a tight smile and stared at Dean who clearly couldn’t stop looking at his girlfriend.

“Wait. Your brother Dean?” Jessica questioned with a warm smile. “And nice to meet you again, (Y/N).”

“I love the smurfs” Dean takes some steps forward, and continues. “You know, I gotta tell you... You are completely out of my brother’s league.” Dean smirks and pointing at her shirt.

You shook your head and letting your fingers grab the edge of his leather jacket. “Don’t mind him. He comes giant idiot when he sees beautiful girls.” You joked with a smile and yank him backward as a warning. “I hope you don’t mind if we borrow your boyfriend here.”

“About important family business,” Dean added, walking backward and stands beside you. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Jess.”

Sam looks at both of you and reverts his eyes to his girlfriend. “Actually, No.” He walks over to where his girlfriend was standing and wraps his arm around her waist. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

You aren’t surprised that Sam is acting like a brat, however, Dean remained calm. You look at Dean begging him not to say something about the supernatural. “Okay. Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean simply said without tipping Jessica off.

“So he’s working overtime on a “miller time” shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.” You wanted to roll your eyes at Sammy’s bratty behavior.

“Your dad is on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days.” You said in a more serious tone repeating the exact thing Dean had said and adding. “We thought you should know.”

You could see how Sam's mood dramatically changed within a few seconds. “Jess, excuse us.” Jess nodded, before leaving the room. Sam goes to get a jacket.

Eventually, You guys began walking down the stairs while Sam began lecturing both of you about breaking entry during the middle of the night. You kept your mouth shut the entire time since both brothers had to catch up to do and talk.  

“Don’t you remember the poltergeist in Amherst or the devil’s gate in Clifton? He was missing, then, too. He is always missing and always fine.” Sam points out other situations trying to prove his point that his father is always fine at the end and not completely believing his father is in trouble.

Dean abruptly stops and turns around to give his brother an annoyed look. “Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with us or not.”

“I’m not,” Sam stated.

“Why not?” Dean questioned him.

“I swore I was done hunting for good,” Sam argues.

“Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad,” Dean stated and continues to walk to the front door.

“Yeah? When I told Dad. I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45”  Sam remarked, as you quickly caught up with them.

Dean stops at the front door and turns to Sam. “What was he supposed to do?”

“I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say, ‘Don’t be afraid of the dark.’ ” He retorted. You couldn’t help but cringe at the thought to get into the lifestyle of hunting at that age.

“Don’t be afraid of the dark. Are you kidding me? You should be afraid. You know what’s out there.” Dean reminds his brother and making you cover your face with your hand due to the fact that he missed Sam’s point.

“Still- The way we grew up after mom was killed and Dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her.” You notice the tone Sam was taking a harsh tone when he continues to speak about the bitter past. “But we still haven’t found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.”

“It saves a lot of people doing it, too.” You butted in, reminding Sam to only earn him to look at you before he scoffed at your statement and rolled his eyes.

You couldn’t help yourself, but frown upon his behavior.

“You think mom would have wanted this for us?” Sam questioned and reverted his eyes from Dean to you. “Or Y/N mom would be happy that you dragged her daughter along with you.” You scrunched your eyebrows and ready to defend yourself, but Dean headed out to the parking lot.  

“The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.”

“So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?” You notice that Dean sounded hurt,

“No, not normal.” Sam corrected his brother. “Safe.”

“And that’s why you ran away,” Dean remarked and turning his head to the side.

“I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone.” Sam confessed. “And that’s what I’m doing.”

“Dad’s in real trouble right now, if he’s not dead already. I can feel it.” Dean stops for a second, before looking deep into his brother’s eyes. “I can’t do this alone.”

Immediately, you faked a cough to remind them that you are standing right there. “Don’t you mean ‘We can’t do this alone?” You asked an irritated tone. Dean just shrugged his shoulders, looks to the side and mumbled a yeah.

You hear Sam sighs in annoyance, knowing there was no way to get out of this.

“What was he hunting?” You let a smile slip across your lips and going over to give him a big hug. Before releasing him from the hug and followed behind Dean to walk over to the back of impala, before opening the truck to reveal the secret compartment underneath the trunk of the Impala.

Your eyes flickered examined the different types of weapon organized and tools.

“All right. Let’s see. Where the hell did I put that thing.” Dean mumbles to himself and started to search around before he pulled out a folder.

“So when dad left, why didn’t you go with him?” Sam asked out of pure curiosity.

“I was working on my own gig-- this voodoo thing down in New Orleans,” Dean answered him to make a Sam to make a remark. “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”

Dean stops and looks over. “I’m 26, Dude.” Before returning to the task in hand looking through some printed articles. “All right, here we go.” He said and pulling out a stack of papers.

“So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop. Just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, This guy.” Dean handles over an article making you walk around Sam since he is giant compared to your small body. “They found his car, but he’d vanished. Completely M.I.A”

You stand beside the gentle giant look over the article which contains this missing person.

Sam looks at his brother and theorized, “So maybe he was kidnapped.”

You lift your eyes up at Dean. “Yeah, well, here’s another one in April, another one on December ‘04, ‘03, ‘98, ‘92.” Putting the articles as he said the dates when these missing people just vanished.

You reach to move the articles around. “There is 10 of them over the past 20 years.” You asked for confirmation to earn a nod from Dean.

“All men, all small 5-mile stretch of road.” You watch Dean pull out something and start to unfold it. “Started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around that was about three weeks ago. I hadn’t heard from him since, which is bad enough.”

He reaches over to the edge of the truck to pull out a tape recorder. “And then I get this voicemail yesterday.” He pressed the button to play the tape recorder as a voice filled in the air, which you recognized immediately. The tape was distorted, so it was hard to understand what John is saying. “Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it’s serious. I need to try to figure out what’s going on.” As the few seconds after you couldn’t hear why he was saying. It was completely unclear. Just as John's voice returned to fill in the air to only look at the tape recorder in shock. “Be careful Dean. We’re all in danger, that includes (Y/N).” Once you heard your name, it just filled you with a bad feeling about this.

“You know there’s EVP on that?” Sam asked to earn a response from Dean. “Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike isn’t it.”

Sam just shook his head at his attempt to lighten up the mood.

“All right. I slowed the message down and ran it through a goldwave, took out the hiss and this is what I got.” Dean once again plays it again to hear a female whisper. “I can never go home.”

Dean stopped the recorder. “Never go home.” You whispered. This is definitely a paranormal case.

You stand away from the truck, as Dean tosses in the tape recorder inside the secret compartment and take off the gun that was holding it up, closes the truck. Dean leans against the roof of the Impala. “You know, in almost two years, I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.”

You look between the brothers to see Sam being quiet for a few seconds, gather his thought on what to say. He looks at both of you with a defeated look. “All right, I’ll go. I’ll help you find him, but I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.”

Sam turns around to get his things before Dean questioned him. “What’s first thing Monday?”

You were curious too to hear his reply. “I have an interview.”

“What, a job interview? Skip it.” Dean suggested off the bat.

“It’s a law-school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.” Your eyes widen to this news that you haven’t heard from him. You couldn’t hold back the smile crawl across your lips. You were happy for him.

However, “Law school?” Dean seems to be surprised to his brother getting away from the lifestyle he was raised in. “So we got a deal or not?”

Dean kept his mouth shut and nodded at his brother requested. You lean against the roof of the impale beside him. You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling sleepy.

“Why haven’t you go along with your medical doctor’s degree routine that you always wished for?” Dean asked out of the blue.

You pull away and look at him, completely confused. You look into his green eyes and opened your mouth to answer him. “I was never satisfied as I thought I would be. I feel I could do something much more. I have thought about becoming a hunter’s speed-dial doctor with no risk and charged attached. I mean my step-brother runs his own clinic, I could always restock from him. He wouldn’t have an issue with it. I could be helping hunters statewide who make the world a little safer for innocent.” You confessed to only earn a smile from him.

“That could be really useful. However, all of the single hunters would try to hook up with you.” Dean stated making you nod in agreement.

“That’s true. But you know who I am that would be quite difficult.” You grinned.

“Your mother would be proud of you. (Y/N).” Dean commented making your heart flutter a bit, making you chuckle.

“I hope so. Derek abandoned me with my older brother at the footsteps of the motel you guys were staying in as he dropped off little Ryan at my aunt's to be raised in a normal life since he didn’t know a thing about the supernatural. That bastard left us when we needed the most.” You said in a calm tone mix with bitterness.  

Dean remembers how messed up you were when you got dropped off at the footsteps of the motel that they stayed in. He could hear Derek and John arguing right outside of the motel room. You didn’t speak a word when you arrived at first. You were just 11 years old.

He finds out from your brother that you were with your mother when she was murdered cold-bloodedly. No one knows what happened that night since everyone who was involved in the incident was killed who were a few relatives from your mother’s side. You were the only one who survived the massacre.

Occurring to the reports that your brother reads underneath your father’s nose, you were found just 2 miles away from the massacre as if you walk the entire night. You were covered with blood from your dead relatives. You were so traumatized to the point that your brain blocked the memory of the massacre from what the doctors said.

Dean only knows whatever you saw made you scared of any sound or human touch. You may not remember, but your subconscious does.

Next: Part Three

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The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.

It was the end of fall, I had just started my last year as a teenager- I was finally going to graduate high school. “Y/N, do you wanna go down to the lake tonight? There’s gonna be a big bonfire!” Tony- my close friend- from my high school- invited me to the ‘first senior hurrah of the year party’. to which I of course told him ‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world.’ 

It was already a quarter till six. I had just changed out of my work uniform- dress, knee socks and apron- into a cute yellow polka-dotted bikini, topped with a loose grey shirt and jeans. It’s true you never know what to expect at a party, and this was definitely one of those nights considering I could go swimming, but it was also starting to get really chilly, so I come prepared. Perfect I thought to myself as I inspected my outfit in the long mirror at the end of my hallway, ready to go I hopped down the stairs two at a time before grabbing my small, lacy leather pale yellow backpack and toss it over my shoulders tucking my phone into my back pocket as I race out the door and down the steps of my Aunts house. I pick up my old-fashioned blue basket bike and throw one leg over the side to start riding down to the lake, where I knew the party was.

The town was dull, as it was the end of November and most people were away on vacation due to it being close to Thanksgiving and people usually go visit family. My family is small, it’s just my little brother- who’s nine- my two Aunts and me of course! The sky was a cloudy pallet of swirled greys mixing together; the appearance and smell that it might rain was continuously in the air as the willow trees wept tremendously, going into their hibernation state for the winter. No birds sang today, leaving the scene very ominous and gloomy- a drizzly, dark November in my soul.

The party was great, I instantly was greeted by friends- eventually leaving them when they all got drunk enough to strip and skinny dip in the lake; I did do some of the reckless things that most teenagers engaged in, and probably shouldn’t do: I’ve drank, tried drugs, have had sex, etc... Yes I’m not proud of all those things, but I did enjoy drinking, and although I’ve never gone overboard I still partake in their shenanigans. My mind hazy from a few drinks, I decided that it’d be fun to go exploring through the woods, taking a short walks, not tracking too far from the party so I won’t get lost.

The woods were a place that I had a variety of emotions about: sometimes I felt uneasy, sometimes I felt it was magical, sometimes I felt scared, frightened and alone. The woods were a place to get easily lost in- especially at night- though they were also a place of comfort, and daring to be brave in the sense that when you’re in the woods you have to be alone- with yourself- and that can be scary for some people. I personally didn’t mind being alone with my thoughts, I often pictured my future, or got frightened of not knowing what was to come, but I also was one of those people who could easily entertain themselves and I felt that was a plus.

The stars were out tonight; being father away from the town and closer to the more rural side of my town the stars shown bright and clear. The night sky only complimenting the stars for their  decorative beauty: each small diamond in the sky. As I continued to walk I eventually stumbled upon a small clearing- the size of probably a small meteor if a meteor had fallen and hit here. The clearing was empty, though it was nice- it was like a small cradle. Grass grew wildly along the edges and there was a boulder I found could make a nice seat to the side of the clearing. I sat and looked up at the stars, feeling an occasional breeze tickle my neck and play with my hair, tossing it in the wind. I heard a groaning noise which made the hairs on my forearms stick up.

I became more aware of my surroundings, figuring I could see the other kids who might’ve been trying to make fun of me. Groaning was heard again as I looked in the direction it came from, but didn’t notice anything unusual. Maybe it’s a tree I tried to rationalize my thoughts,c calming my nerves as the noise was heard again; then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a shadow moving on the ground. Maybe it’s just someone who walked off, was drank and passed out! Nothing to be worried about... Panic was slowly filling my gut, drop by drop I began to feel he weight before I decided for some stupid reason that maybe I should help this person.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

The moonlight began to shine brighter as the night progressed and the clouds moved in front of the moon causing more moonlight to be shed onto the Earth. I could now see what was before me: a man in a costume, lying against a stump seemingly hurt. “A-are you okay?” I asked quietly, my voice almost a whisper in the wind. I received another bout of groaning and a small ‘No’ in response to my question. The man was almost in fetal position against the trunk of the tree.

I walked over and tried to help him sit up, trying not to hurt him. “What’s your name?” I asked him assertively, knowing that I was in my panic mode and couldn’t just leave this man here to die! The man looked onto my face and eyed me over once before responding. 

“Castiel” He whispered with a small wince, his speaking obviously affecting some hurt part of his body, I sighed, brushing a few locks of hair behind my shoulder as I was crouched next to this man, looking down upon him.

“Okay Castiel, I know you’re in pain, but I need you to tell me- what hurts?” I quickly asked, looking him over briefly to check for any obvious damage.

“I- it’s nothing, you should leave. If someone comes after me..” He didn’t finish his sentence before I started to help him to his feet; I pulled with all my might on the man to get him standing slightly upright before he almost collapsed onto my chest. I pulled his arm over my shoulder and practically carried him back towards the party to get more help.

Eventually I had reached the party, where almost everyone was swimming, passed out or completely doped up to the point where they were pretty much nonexistent. “Y/N? Y/N! What happened! Who is this?!” My friend Rob asked as he ran over to me- obviously still one of the few sober people at the party. “Do you need help? God, he looks terrible- let me get my truck.” Rob rushed off, not needing any prompting from me as he did exactly what I would’ve asked him to do anyways.

“This- you need, you can’t take me to the hospital!” Castiel grumbled into my neck as I kept him propped up; he slightly groaned in my hear, and if I was to say this didn’t turn me on in the tiniest way- despite it being the wrong place and wrong time and definitely the wrong situation- I’d be lying. I focused not he situation at hand as I responded.

“Yes, I can, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t unless you tell me what’s wrong with you.” I chastised him like a mother telling their kid why they were being illogical. Rob eventually drove up and parked at the edge where the woods and sand met the concrete. “We just need to make it over there, okay?” I encouraged Castiel as I continued to carry most of his weight.

“Wait” Castiel quietly whined before taking in a huge breath to speak. “I, can;t go to the hospital because I don’t need to. I just need rest and time to heal. They are simply minor wounds, simple scratches that are already healing. If I told you what happened you wouldn’t believe me.” Castiel explained thoughtfully, using lines I would guess he picked up from some sic-fi- judging by his clothing choices I’d dare say he did.

“Let’s just get you in the truck” I commanded before I even bothered to start questioning him; luckily getting him to the truck wasn’t too hard, and Rob helped me put Castiel in the bed of the truck before he closed it and walked towards the drivers side then stopped. Despite my feeling that Castiel needed to go to the hospital I still somewhat believed his words deep down.

“Where are we going? Hospital?” Rob asked, before I quickly replied with a ‘just drive, yeah, sure- drive towards the hospital’ I offered, betting I’d have enough time to decide whether or not Castiel really needed medical attention.

Rob instantly got into the driver’s side and started the car. “Don’t- take me t” I didn’t let Castiel finish his sentence as I placed my fingers over his mouth.

“Stop talking” I demanded “you’re wasting your breath. I’m not taking you to the hospital, I just needed time.” I explained as I began to tug his trench coat off. Odd choice I thought to myself as I noticed his costume- or outfit, maybe he just had a different taste. Castiel was wearing a tan trench coat which I had earlier assumed was a mere costume, bust maybe it wasn’t- I tossed the trench coat behind me further into the bed of the truck. Underneath he was wearing a button-up shirt though I couldn’t tell you what color from the moonlight. I noticed it was soaked with blood as so I told him I’d have to make sure the wound wasn’t still bleeding as I began to unbutton his shirt; the blood from his shirt stained my fingers crimson as I opened the bottom of his shirt, where he was cut on the side of his stomach.

I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth in grimace as I didn’t really like the whole guts and gore thing- especially not in horror movies. “Well, it’s not bleeding anymore” I say surprised, seeing as how much blood he had on his shirt and trench coat; I could also plainly see that the cuts and bruises on his face were slightly healed from even the time I’d found him, which truthfully surprised me as it hadn’t been even probably an hour age.

As we approached the hospital Castiel begged me once again to not take him inside- “Why? Why should I trust you when you’ve obviously been hurt and are still in pain?” I ask out of mere curiosity, having made up my mind almost ten minutes prior to what decision I was actually going to make.

“Trust me” Castiel says looking into my eyes as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it. I stare into his hurt blue eyes, a shimmer of hope seeming to plead into my own, asking me not to do this.

“Rob?” I yell to the front of the truck where Rob’s window was open and he stuck his head out.

“Yeah?” He yells, probably hoping that I wasn’t going to say Castiel had died in the back of his ‘baby’ or something along those lines. I tell him to turn around and just drive me home, to which he then asks if Castiel died- Of course, always expecting the worst.

“No, he didn’t die! I think I just over exaggerated- just, drive me home Rob, please?” Rob obliges to my request and soon we’re parked outside my house,t he clock in the front of the truck says 2:45AM. “Look, I don’t know where you live, but I can drive you home, okay?” I passively ask where Castiel lives, but of course I’m only greeted with a weird response.

“No- I, we’re too far. You can’t drive me all the way there tonight... I, I’ll be fine.” Castiel tries to get up and slide off the back of the truck; I tell Castiel to stop, knowing he’s going to injure himself even more.

“Fine- if I can’t drive you home, then, I don’t know” I silently curse myself for even thinking of offering him something that I might regret, “will you at least sleep on my couch? I can at least watch over you then!” Castiel seems to think about it for a second, but before he can even say no- which I know he would have- I interrupt him, “I’m not taking no for an answer- come on!” I grab Castiel’s arm again and throw it over my shoulder once more to silently drag him through my house.’”Thanks Rob” I call back to Rob, who just gives us a weird look and mumbles something about ‘if it only took getting injured’ which I didn’t pay much mind to. “Because it’s almost three am, please, just try to be quiet, okay?” I plead with Castiel, hoping he’d understand the situation we’re in now. He solemnly nods his head as I unlock the door with my spare keys and lead him up the stairs slowly. Castle winces every few steps and we have to take a break before we get to the top and I lead him to my room, opening the door and gently lying him on my bed.

“This isn’t your couch” Castiel states bluntly as he stares at the ceiling of my bedroom. I close my windows to ease the cold night air wafting in; I close the hallway door, noticing that Castiel didn’t even seem remotely tired.

“Yeah, it’s not” I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I start to take off Castiel’s shoes for him as he seemed to not bothering trying to get comfy. “Look, I don’t think you should be sleeping on the couch- you’re hurt Castiel and I’m going to make sure you’re okay before I take you home, alright? Plus I thought about it and I didn’t want me Aunts to wake up and find some strange man on our couch and freak out.”

“It’s late. If you need something, I can get it, but you’re not going home tonight, alright? You should get some sleep.” I help him remove his trench coat which somehow got back on him and set it on the ground next to him.