#reader winchester

John never really looked at you the way he did Sam and Dean. Dean never recognised you as his sister. It was hard enough for him to relate to Sam, who’d never met his mother, but even harder for him to relate with you. You were only half his sister and a burden on top of that as for many years of his younger life he was stuck looking after you and Sam. But hey, at least you had Sam. Being very close in age and slightly less traumatised than Dean, you got along very well and would always be on research duty. In many ways, you two were the same. You both caring and thoughtful and neither of you had a good relationship with your father. The difference was Sam had a goal and aspirations. He wanted to be a lawyer and he wasn’t going to let anyone stop him. You, on the other hand, had no idea what you wanted to do and never got the opportunity to explore your passions. 

You’d never forget the sound of John raising his voice like he did that night. Even as you heard it all you already knew what was going to happen. Sam had made up his mind. He was going to Stanford and he wasn’t going to let his dad bully him out of it anymore. Sam had spoken to you about it the night before and offered for you to go with him. You were old enough to enrol in a nearby community college and crash with Sam in whatever little apartment he could get his hands on. You both knew you wouldn’t get into a course at Stanford- you didn’t have the education thanks to the constant travelling- but Sam assured he’d make it work. You turned him down, though. You couldn’t stand up to John as Sam could, and you couldn’t bare to become a burden on Sam when he finally got to get away from it all. 

“If you leave us- if you go to Stanford- don’t you ever come back, you hear me? Don’t you ever come back!” John had yelled. Sam had given you and Dean a sad look like a silent goodbye and left after that. 

With Sam now gone, and John growing more and more absent in your life with each passing day, you were forced to get closer with Dean. It was weird. You’d know Dean your whole life and yet he felt like a stranger to you and it was clearly mutual. Often you were chasing at his heels, scared of getting left behind. The years you spent with Dean while Sam was off at Stanford didn’t include a lot of bonding between the two of you, but you did pick up a lot of his traits that included but were not limited to: being headstrong, stubborn, argumentative, and thinking that yelling louder meant you were winning. This lead to a lot of screaming matches between you and your older brother that never really went anywhere. 

Living in close quarters with Dean and constantly butting heads caused you to gain quite the temper too, to the point that you were once 5 seconds away from getting arrested for assault after finding out Dean had let some poor unsuspecting waitress borrow your clothes after spending the night in the neighbouring motel room to the one you had been staying in. 

2005 rolled around like a blessing you didn’t realise you’d been praying for. Dean had grown anxious enough about your father’s disappearance that he’d resorted to asking Sam for help. He dragged you along for the long drive to Stanford. As per tradition, you sat in the back of the Impala. 

“You know, I’m surprised your pride calmed down enough for to actually admit needing help, Dean. I didn’t think it was possible,” You mocked from the back seat as you toyed with the cord on your walkman. 

“Yeah, well maybe if you were any help we wouldn’t be needing to go harass Sammy,” he retorted. “You don’t even want to help look for dad. All you do is whine and complain until it comes to your turn to get off your ass and then suddenly it’s not an issue.” 

“My stance on dad is very clear.”

“What? ‘Cause he said you were acting like a skank that one time? Geez, (Y/N) he’s done way worse to me and you don’t see me just up and abandoning family like that. It’s not like he was completely wrong anyway-” 

You kicked the back of the headrest on the driver’s seat. “Family- bah,” you scoffed at Dean. “Family is you, dad and Sammy. I don’t come into that equation. Never have, never will, all ‘cuz my genes are a bit different to yours.” You could see Dean roll his eyes in the revision mirror. “Just ‘cause Mary wasn’t my mum doesn’t mean I didn’t lose a mother. You don’t give Sam shit and he knew your mum as long as I knew mine.” 

From the reflection in the mirror, you could see Dean’s mouth go taut. It was something you had argued over many times and there was never any progress, so he instead he turned up on the volume on the stereo. In response, you turned up your walkman and spent the rest of the drive in bitter silence. 

Hours later, the Impala rolled up to a little flat a couple blocks from the university which you assured was where Sam lived now. It was the middle of the night and Dean was already out of the car and looking for a way to break in before you could get a word out. You raced out after him and yanked him back before he could crawl through a window. Dean went to protest, but stopped when you gestured for him to be quiet. That was one of the few things you and Dean could do and that was work well on hunts together. When one of you gave the other a signal, you would listen.

“Why don’t we use the door, Dean? Like normal people.” You hissed under your breath. Dean smirked.

“Normal people? Since when have we ever been like that?” Although he joked, he obliged and you both snuck back over to the front door and Dean knocked. You eyed him and saw he was nervous. It was weird to see him practically sweating with anticipation. You never saw that side of Dean, but before you could tease him, the door opened.

A groggy looking blonde woman stood in the doorway in a robe while rubbing her eyes and hiding a yawn. Clearly she’d only just woken up, and no wonder considering it was past midnight. “Hello?” She said with a frown.

“Hi, Jessica-”

“Jessica?” Dean scrunched his nose and looked down at you, confused.

“I’m (Y/N), Sam’s brother. We spoke on the phone last year around Christmas. This is Dean, other brother.” You smiled as recognition washed over the girl’s face and she nodded. 

“Yeah… yeah I remember. What are you guys doing here? Actually, nevermind… I’ll go get Sam.” She stepped back into the house. “Give me a minute.” She then disappeared into the living room to assumably go get Sam. Once the coast was clear, Dean grabbed your arm and spun you to look at him.

“You know her?” Dean said in a hushed voice.

“Of course I know her, Sam and Jessica have been dating for a while. And before you ask, I ring Sam every Christmas and we talk shit about you for a few hours. It’s no big deal.” Besides complaining about Dean, your annual calls to Sam also involved you catching up on what was going on in his life and getting to unload your own problems to someone who would listen. You never told Sam, because you didn’t want him to feel guilty, but you missed him a lot. 

Sam came into view a minute later, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and a large smile stretching across his face as he saw his siblings standing in the doorway. You were practically beaming and leap and him as soon as he got close and pulled him into a tight hug. You felt the rumbling of his chest as he gave a hearty laugh and hugged you back. Big hugs were something you always did with Sam before he left. You were surprised, though, when there was a pressure against your back as Dean joined and squished you in the middle. It was… a shock to be sure- Dean hadn’t ever given you a proper hug before- but it was a welcome one. 

Dean decided to let Sam get back to sleep and process your arrival and he and you spent the night in the Impala. The next morning you both met Sam bright and early at a local coffee shop to talk and catch Sam up on everything that had happened and why you were there. Sam chuckled when he saw you both.

“What’s so funny?” You mused as you slide across the seat in a booth and Dean sat beside you, giving you a slight shove. 

“Oh, it’s just..” Sam was looking between the two of you fondly. “It’s like I’m seeing double.” He finally admitted. This caused you and Dean to look at each other, where you realised you were practically wearing the same thing. You both had a grey shirt, red button-up and black jacket with jeans and boots. You even had similarly scruffy hair. As if to prove Sam’s point further, a waitress came by with an order of two coffees and two plates of fries and a burger.

“It wasn’t intentional,” you snapped. Sam’s eyebrows raised a little at the sudden burst of attitude.

“You’re like a mini-Dean.” Sam joked.

“Yeah, she wishes,” Dean teased and gave you another shove with his elbow. You grumbled.

“More like he’s an exaggerated me.” You pushed Dean back and then shuffled to sit away from him to avoid further harassment. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna start acting like Dean and then you’ll have two big babies with a bad taste in movies to deal with.” 

You decided to instead focus on eating your food and listen after that while Dean briefed Sam on what was going on. 

Neither you, Dean or Sam, had expected that after that day you’d all be travelling together again. After what happened to Jessica, Sam was back and hunting. It felt almost wrong to see him in the front seat again with Dean. Sam was the one who was meant to get out, yet here he was getting dragged back in again. You wanted to console him, but there was only so much talking he’d do before getting frustrated and wanting to be left alone. You found yourself sitting with Dean outside of whatever motel you were staying at some nights. You’d mainly talk about Sam and how you both worried about him. It seemed that finally the two of you had something in common.

Weeks and weeks of running around the States, hunting monsters and what-not, you were finally blessed with the knowledge that your father was, in fact, alive and had not had the time to get back to Dean. Instead of getting to hear some sort of praise for your efforts, John instead gave Dean instructions and lists of jobs to go finish up. During these jobs, the three of you encountered a demon named Meg. Like a lot of demons oddly enough, Meg liked to talk and revealed she had a connection to what had killed Mary. All the time you found yourself getting angrier with your father’s actions and the way he treated your brothers. It wasn’t until Dean reported what you’d found out about Meg did the Winchester father make the effort to come to meet up with you.

You stood back by the Impala while your brothers paced the street impatiently, waiting for the arrival of their dad. He arrived eventually. Dean was first to hug John, while Sam was a little more reluctant. You picked at your nails, waiting for it all to just be over so you could get back on the road. You were annoyed at your father and weren’t in the mood to be acting like you weren’t. No one seemed to notice you for a while until finally, Dean spoke up.

“And, you know, if it wasn’t for (Y/N) we never would have heard anything off that demon.” At the sound of your name, you perked up and begrudgingly walked over. Neither you nor John made an effort to hug as your brothers had. As you stood awkwardly, Dean looked down at you and saw the tight expression on your face. “Of course… you never notice when she does stuff, huh dad.” 

“I wonder what he’d like.” She went about looking for recipes to make when she got a fire message.

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Take your time, dove, and do not worry about dinner. I have everything covered.

-Your King

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Knowing that she no longer had to worry about Crowley, she set out to find something to do , seeing as Selene would be part of her life now , she knew she’d ought to go and get her some stuff. Not wanting to leave the cat alone she found a backpack comfy enough for her to get into and got in her car and headed for the closest pet store.

The drive was quick and once she found a spot closest to the store, she made sure Selene was secured properly in the bag and wore the bag in front of her . Walking in she was greeted by a worker. “Hello, welcome to puurrrrfect pets. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yeah actually I was hoping to get the essentials for owning a cat. This little gal decided she’d cozy up at my home and I just knew she would be a great companion.” Y/N pointed at the green eyed feline.

“What beautiful eyes she’s got there. If you follow me, I can help you find everything you need,” the man said, leading the way to the cat aisle. It took about a half hour to get everything and head back home. In the garage she let Selene out of the car and headed to gather the bags and come back for the boxesOnce everything was set up she knew Selene would be feeling much more at home. See Y/N could never have a pet because Dean wouldn’t allow it and because he’s allergic to cats during the time Sam had been on his own she knew he had a dog and she had been so jealous but now she was free to do as she pleased and have a pet if she so wished.

“Selene, come here,” she called her beloved cat. As soon as she called, the cat appeared. She was wide-eyed from marveling at everything she could do now. She went to stand right next to Y/N and began purring.

“Aren’t you adorable?” She looked down and saw how she had laid on the floor. She lifted up the cat and made her way to the study seeing as everything she had on her list was completed.

She chose to go in there and get some research done on Juliette and how she’s able to shapeshift and how other hellhounds can’t. She made a mental note to ask Crowley why Juliette was different from the other hellhounds and if there are others who happen to be like her. She also noted that she would ask her about it when she comes by the house soon. This could be a big thing that not many hunters were aware of and well they should but this could potentially use it to their benefit making it easier to hunt them.

Frustrated with not finding much, she closed the laptop, and closed her eyes for a moment. Feeling Selene jump onto her lap she smiled. She sat there just lazily petting the feline for what felt like hours, the frustration she had melted away as the time passed by. She believed that Selene knew how to calm her down which seemed like a good thing.

“You sure do know how to keep a girl from having a brain meltdown.” She opened her eyes to see a pair of green eyes looking up at her as if hoping to relieve her from her stress. “I wish you and I had met a long time ago, things would have been a lot better between me and my brothers with you there to keep me calm.” Y/N spoke to the cat as if she could reply to her, and yet, she wouldn’t be surprised if the cat actually did.

After a good while Y/N picked Selene up and headed to the kitchen where she set her down on the kitchen island. She walked over to the fridge and began pulling out items for dinner that night. She spent her day moving around mixing things and cooking and had turned on her music from the living room and had been dancing to “Lush Life” when Crowley had popped in he’d stood. but heard the music and knew that Y/N was probably dancing again as the last few times he could remember he’s seen her dancing when she cooks.

quietly he made it to the entrance of the kitchen and leaned on the door frame enchanted with seeing Y/N dance about with no worries at all. Thinking back the last time he saw her dancing she wasn’t this happy, he could see just how relaxed she was with the way she moved to the beat. Seeing her after all these months of not knowing where she had gone, there seemed to be a visible relief that was taken off his shoulders that he wasn’t aware that he’d been carrying.

He seemed to remember that there was something that he had been wanting to give to her, so he walked away from the kitchen so she wouldn’t hear the sound of his fingers snapping. Once he was done, he’d gotten a small bouquet of the red peonies she had liked from his personal garden in Hell as well as brought Juliette, so that she could stay with Y/N so that she may be guarded at all times.

Y/N had no idea that Crowley had arrived at 4 on the dot she’d been so focused on the cooking and was distracted by the music that when she turned around to change the song with the remote, she jumped seeing Crowley was leaning on the door frame. “Crowley! Damn it, you scared the shit out of me.” She tried to scowl but failed seeing him smile, she wiped her hands on the towel and walked over to him.

“Sorry, dove, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you this at peace I didn’t want to interrupt.” He walked closer to her taking her hand and kissing it. Looking up he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks “My, my you look radiant my dear.” He pulled the peonies from behind him and handed them to her.

“Crowley, you shouldn’t have.” She took the flowers, lifting them to take in the beautiful scent. She felt her cheeks heat up even more. “Dinner is almost done, just waiting on a few things.” She went to pull out a vase and put the flowers in them.

“You shouldn’t have troubled yourself with dinner,” he began to say but was interrupted when he heard a small purr down by his feet. “And who is this darling little creature?” he asked, reaching down to pet the feline.

“That’s Selene, she recently showed up and I took her in,” Y/N said as she saw how the feline was having fun being petted by The King of Hell. “Selene, come here,” she called for her.

The feline looked up from where she was and seemed uncertain who to go to, rather reluctantly she went to her jumping on the stool and then getting on the counter. She purred hoping to get some cuddles in with Y/N. Smiling down at the feline she picked her up and walked over to Crowley. “Seems she liked you right away.” Y/N scratched behind one of her ears.

“Most felines tend to, I’m still not entirely sure why.” He moved his fingers in front of Selene’s face, having her try to grasp them. She laughed seeing him be so friendly, not that many people get to see this side to him and she’s glad he trusts her enough to let his guard down.

“How about we head to the living room and chat, then after dinner I can show you around?” she suggested. “That way we can watch the sunset from the pier,” she finished hoping he’d be here long enough to enjoy it with her.

“I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with you.” He motioned for her to sit closer. “Why don’t you tell me about what happened all those months ago?” he hoped that Y/N would be open to talking to him about it.

She moved to sit next to him and felt him wrap his arm around her, she never did quite know what exactly the two shared but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. “I’m not sure if you’ve met her yet but her name is Danneel, this woman from another universe,” she started to explain to him all the while she petted Selene to keep calm. “She had showed up in the bunker one day and we’d been trying to find a way to get her back but as time went on and we knew that she might not be leaving any time soon. Both my brothers began doing things without me.” She stopped for a moment to take a deep breath. “Dean let her drive Baby within a few days of being there and that hurt. You know how much I’ve always wanted to drive that car.” She looked up at him.

“I still don’t see what’s so special about that car but please continue.” He motioned with his hand to keep going.

“They would go on hunts with her leaving me behind, Sam would forget to get things for me because he had gotten her things. They made me feel left out” she leaned her head on him taking in the scent of scotch he always had. The night before they left for their hunt it was supposed to be movie night the three of us but Dean was taking her out on a date and Sam went on a supply run , that left me alone and it couldn’t take it anymore if they couldn’t give me the time of day then what was the point of even being there?” she finished

“My dear, you know you could have come to me, right?” he asked her hoping she knew that. “You could have stayed in Hell with me until you felt like going back” he grabbed her other hand making her look up at him “It scared me knowing you’d been gone and I couldn’t find you”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to chance you getting interrogated by my brothers.”

“Those idiots couldn’t get a single word out of me a few days ago let alone would they have if you’d come to me.” He said to Y/N letting her know he would never give her away.

“They looked for you?” She had started tracing circles on his palm. “What did they ask?”

“If I’d seen or heard from you and wanted to know why I had my minions looking for you, I told them that it was none of their concern, although squirrel did look like he hasn’t slept in a while”

They both continued to talk about what’s happened since her disappearance from the bunker and how things in Hell have been. Neither person wanted to move from the couch especially Crowley; it's been so long since he’s held her in his arms that if they move, she might not want to be close to him.

“I think we should go eat and then head out to see the sunset. Maybe leave the show around for tomorrow?” She hoped he would stay for a while; she hadn’t realized how much she missed him until he showed up.

“Whatever you want dove, I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me.” He smiled looking at her and kissing her cheek.

Y/N had insisted that she drive to the pier rather than have him snap them there. In all his years as a demon and as King of Hell he’s never really taken the time to go and watch the sunset but sitting on the dock and watching it with Y/N. He’s never

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Dean’s POV-

After the emotional night that Sammy and I had when we had thought that our baby sister had finally returned I had been in the Library cleaning up the mess we’d left from the research from past hunts.

There were few things I don’t recall pulling out, it may have been one of the other two. I was heading over to put away a stack of books when I bump into Dan, I hadn’t even seen her standing there.

“Sorry Dan I didn’t mean to bump into you, guess I was caught up getting the library cleaned up.” I said

“It’s okay Dean I was too caught up looking at my phone.” She picks it up and helps me put the books back.

“Hey Dean?”

“Hmm.. yeah Dan, what's up?” I looked across the room.

“Do we have any books on the effects of djinns?” She looks away from me.

I stopped mid shelving a book and looked over at her like actually looking at her and I noticed just how tired she looked as if she hadn’t left in days. Could it be from all the non-stop hunting that we’d been doing?

“I think we might but it probably won’t be a book but more of a journal or manuscript that the men of letters left in the archive, I could check for you” I suggested I didn't quite know why she’d want that though. “Have you been getting any sleep? Your dark circles are worse than mine”

“Yeah Dean, I’m fine, I think I could get those from you before we leave for the hunt. It could help me pass the time on the ride there.”

“No problem I’ll go get them, let me finish putting these two books back.”I knew that there was definitely something she wasn't telling me but I wasn’t about to force her to open up. I learned the hard way that that never works. Things are going to be different even if it makes things harder for me but I will change for my baby sister and for Sammy.

With muscle memory I got the last few books put away and booked it to the archive looking for that journal I saw Sammy catalogue the other day. Remembering where I had placed it was pretty easy but remembering what the journal looked was a bit of an issue. I ended up taking longer than I thought. Huffing after the dilemma I walked back to my room and finished packing the last of the things I needed.

“Alright i’m ready! Meet in the car in 4 minutes!” I shouted heading to put things away in the trunk and triple check everything.

“We’re ready, you got the journal right?” Dan comes up behind me and tosses her bag next to mine. “I’m ready to do some reading.” she giggled god I loved the sound of that

“Shit! Sorry Dan I forgot.” I tried to keep my voice from revealing my laugh.

“Dean! What am I going to read now?” She pouts at me .

“I’m kidding! Here you go.” I pulled out the rolled up journal from my back pocket. “Let me know what you find in there yeah?” I placed it into her hands gently and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you Dean." I see the blush creeping into her cheeks.

"No. problem sweetheart." l can't help the smile drift to my lips. "Go get situated, I'll be there in a bit.” I walk back to the entrance of the garage. “Sam, if you don’t get over here in the next 2 minutes We’re leaving without you!”

“Im here, im here.” Sammy huffs looking like he ran a mile. “Lets go get this hunt over with.” he tosses his bag into the back and gets in.

For the next few hours the road was quiet and Sammy had fallen asleep listening to some podcast, Dan was leaning on my side as I drove down the long stretch of road. From the corner of my eye I could see that she seemed hyper focused on the journal I’d given to her hours ago. I could see the gears in her head working as she absorbed all of the details. It always amazes me how Dan could sink herself into the words that she’s reading.

“Hey you should take a break Dan.” I softly told her moving my hand to massage her hair

“Hmm.” she hummed against me making me smile. “I will in a bit, just want to finish this section.” She points to the section she was in.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll probably stop at the next intersection so we can get some rest at a place.” I turned to kiss her head quickly and then focused back on the road.

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I stopped in front of a motel close to where our hunt would be. I pushed the last of my energy to get to this place. Both of them had slept through the whole drive which was good because I know they’d need the energy to be able to get this hunt done soon enough. I figured we could potentially hit the road to California if we weren’t too far away from there. Hoping this will help Dan relax she looked miserable and I’m not sure if it's from the hunting or if there’s something else that’s bothering her, and if i'm being honest neither Sammy or myself have gone and had a long overdue break from all of this hunting.

“Alright let's go inside and get things set up for the morning and get this done I have somewhere I’d like us to go afterwards.” I get out of the car and stretch. “Why don’t you go get a room Sam?” I threw the card that charlie had fixed for us.

“Sure thing Dean.” I could see him walking away and scratching his head.

“Here let me give you a hand,” Dan offers as she opens up baby's trunk. “I told you to wake me up when we were half way so you could rest Dean.” she shakes her head at me.

“Not a chance I saw just how tired you were you needed the rest and so did that lug getting our room.” I meet her at the back of the car. “Sweetheart don’t worry about me I’ll be fine once we get to the room I’ll get some shut eye.” I lift all three of our weapons bags and she grabs the duffels.

“How long do you think it’ll take us to get this one done?” She moved to stand next to me. “What are you planning, you said you had somewhere you wanted to take us?” She leans her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her waist.

“Two, three weeks tops?” I speak into her hair as I kiss her gently. “As for what I’m planning I’ll tell you afterwards or else you two will get distracted.”

“Alright here’s the key, our room is 1023 which is two doors down from here.” Sam said, swinging the key around his finger.

“Hurry up I need so damn shut eye Sammy,” I grumble and follow him still holding onto Dan and lifting the bags. “You can set up your research while we unpack.” I give Dan one more kiss as we reach the room.

“Don’t worry Dean, I can put things away you look ready to fall asleep.” Dan says as she moves to put our duffel bag on one side and hand over  Sammy's. “I’ll be quick and I’ll meet you in bed in a few.” She ruffles my hair and walks away.

“Don’t take too long” I kick off my boots and get comfortably.

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“Dude are you sure that there's a case here?” Dean asked his brother as they stood outside the hospital where they have been posing as paramedics for the cases.

“It seems like our kinda thing.” Sam replied taking a bite out of his lunch.

“But the attacks stopped a day ago how do we know it didn’t leave town?” Dean questioned not wanting to have to stay in the town much longer than needed.

“Well we have to make sure” Sam told him knowing that they have to make sure the towns gonna be safe before they just up and go. Meaning they have to make sure the monster is dead or gone.

“Woah what's going on?” Sam asked one of the paramedics as they rushed out.

“Climb in boys some guy called in saying he found his girlfriend beat up and its bad. Looks like you two are gonna get your hands bloody.” the paramedic told the brothers.

With that, they hopped into the ambulance.

Once they arrived the boys jumped out and followed the other 2 paramedics.

Once they arrived at the scene they all got out of the ambulance they split up. Sam headed over towards the boy and Dean headed over to the girl laying on the floor.

“Sir? Sir talk to us what happened?” Sam tried asking the boy that is by the bloody girl. Moving him away from her.

“We were walking I went to the car to get something when I came back she was like this” the boy explained to Sam, pointing at his girlfriend's bloody body. Dean came over and nodded at Sam to the girl. Silently telling him to change places.

“Ok kid, just take a step back and let us get her to the hospital.” Dean told the teenage boy he assumes is the boyfriend that called 911.

“Shouldn’t we try and fix her up here?” Sam asked

“She’s into bad of a condition we can’t help her here.” the lady paramedic Taylor said as they strapped the girl onto the gurney.

“Hey kid, it’ll be ok. She’ll be ok.” Dean said to the teen boy who seemed very distraught. So Dean put a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

“I hope so. I can't lose her” the boy said to Dean, watching the paramedics take his girlfriend into the ambulance.

“You two over here” Taylor said pointing to Sam and Dean. The two brothers walked over to the ambulance and hopped in, closing the doors so they could race to the hospital. ”Ok keep pressure on her stomach and you, her shoulder. I’m gonna run a DNA test to find out all her medical history.”

Sam and Dean did as they were told. Sam keeping pressure on her shoulder while Dean on her stomach to stop the bleeding.

Taylor then took some blood and put it in this medium handheld machine and after a while, it stopped searching and let out a ding.

“There we go, Y/n Winchester. Ok, she's only allergic to medical sulfer. Ok start the-” Taylor said as she started getting the right type of blood out since she’s lost so much of it. But the boys tunned her out after that and looked at eachother, shocked.

“Winchester?” Dean questioned looking over at his brother

“Well, she does look a little like us. A lot like you Dean-” Sam started looking down at the girl then back at him.

“I never had a kid” Dean interrupted

“Dean you’ve slept with a lot of women you don’t know-” Sam whispered calmly hoping to not upset his brother.

“NO, I would’ve known. I would-would have known if I had a kid out there Sam.” Dean stuttered, scared that what if Sam’s right?

“When we get to the hospital we’ll check all her records see if you recognize her mother's name. See is she put the name of the father on the birth certificate. Ok?” Sam told his brother hoping that would ease him till they know for sure.

Once they got to the hospital the girl was taken into surgery. After making sure she got there safely the boy found a vacant computer and printed off her file. After picking up the papers Sam took them over to Dean waving them a little before the two walked into an empty room. They started looking through all the papers.

“Oh my god Sam” Dean let out reading over the birth certificate.

“You recognize her mother's name?” Sam asked before gulping

“Yeah. she is or at least was a hunter. I spent 5 months with her. I was ready to leave Sam. I was ready to leave the life and marry her. I truly loved her, Sam.” Dean told Sam slowly having recalled something that he hasn’t wanted to think about in years.

“Oh wow, Dean I didn’t know” Sam didn’t know exactly what to say, yeah he has questions but should he ask right now?

“No one did Sam. I never told anyone.” Dean handed him the birth certificate

“But Dean why? Why keep her a secret especially when you loved her that much?” Sam had to ask that at least.

“Dad, he realized I was hunting anything around the same area and finding reasons to stay so he came to town. Threatened her life, said some extremely choice words to both of us and we said our goodbyes. Dad crushed my phone so I couldn’t contact her and she couldn’t contact me.” Dean explained looking anywhere but at Sam. He’s always felt ashamed like he should have gone back or fought back harder.

“Dean, man I’m sorry. Dad could be a real ass” Sam sympathized.

“Yeah, yeah he could. Even more, now that I found out he stole me away from my daughter. I don’t know her Sam. She doesn’t know me. We don’t know if she knows about the supernatural. If her mom told her about me-” Dean ran his hand over his face.

“Dean we’ll figure it out ok? We’ll find out. But your gonna be in her life from now on. Whether it’s as her father or an old friend of her moms. Your gonna be there.” Sam told his older brother. He’s not gonna let Dean lose his daughter, and he’s not gonna lose his niece.

“Yeah. . .Sam her wounds weren’t from being beaten up.” he said after some thought as they exited the room

“Yeah, I noticed to and the boy had some wounds. It looked like the both have been through the wringer.” Sam agreed

“Hey, you guys did a good job with the girl.” Taylor came over and told the brothers after spotting them from afar.

“Thanks, uh is she gonna be ok?” Sam asked her

“Yeah, the doctor said she’ll make a full recovery she didn’t end up being in to bad of shape but she’s got a dislocated shoulder, spranged wrist, and ankle plus those deep gashes. She's coming out of surgery.” Taylor told them

“Thanks” Dean mumbled

“No problem, the boy that was with her he’s in the room that their gonna put her in waiting.” she said before leaving the two brothers alone again.

The brothers headed over to where the hospital rooms are, looking through the windows from afar till they saw the teen boy in one.

“Hey, kid. How are you doing?” Dean asked as they came into the room

“Yeah-uh I’ll be better when she wakes up.” he said obviously stressed from the situation. But he also seemed nervous about them being around again.

“I take it you two are together” Sam pointed out

“Yeah, have been for years.” he answered, shifting in his chair next to her bed.

“At you guyses age that's impressive” Sam said impressed

“We’ve been through a lot” he concluded

“What?” Sam asked once they left the room.

“He has the tattoo.” Dean whispered his shirt over a bit so you can see

“Wait the-”

“Yeah”

“That explains her injurys and his. That would also explain why the killings stopped. They have happened every night and morning if they got the vamp’s that would explain everything.” Sam put together

^       ^       ^

“Here” Sam handed him a cup

“Oh-ah, you guys didn’t have to” he spluttered out

“Its ok. We wanted to.” Sam told him.

“Um, I’m Jason by the way.” the teen boy stated

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.”

“Why are you out here?” Dean asked

“The doctors checking her wounds” he rubbed his face most likely from tiredness

“Is she-” the boy quickly asked the doctor standing up in a rush as soon as he saw him exit the room.

“She’s gonna make a full recovery. The stitches need to come out in a week just walk into a hospital and tell them. She can leave tomorrow.” the doctor told the teen

“Thank you” the boy replied nodding with a smile

“She’s asking for you” the doctor said before leaving smiling at the teenage couple.

^      ^     ^

“Hey, so how you feeling after everything?” Sam asked as the brothers entered the room after giving the two teen’s some time.

“Uh, I’ve been better. Who are you?” she asked looking at the two tall men

“Their two of the EMT’s that helped save you” her boyfriend explained.

“Oh, thanks for that. I’m Y/n and it seems you already know Jason.” Y/n introduced herself after thanking the two strangers in her hospital room.

“No problem. But um we aren’t really EMT’s.” Sam said looking sheepishly at the couple

“Then who are you?” Jason stood up ready to defend Y/n in a heartbeat

“Wow, cooldown kid. Judging by your tattoo and most likely one you have to sweetheart. You know exactly what we are.” Dean stepped up putting a hand out to show that him and Sam aren’t a threat.

“Hunters. Explains the plaid.” Y/n joked and laughed before long the injuries hurt because of the laughing movement. Jason rushes over to her. Y/n smiles pulling Jason into a kiss. Judging by the way he relaxed into the kiss it seems to calm him.

“I’m Sam and this is Dean” Sam introduced after Y/n and Jason pulled away

“Nice to meet you” Y/n giggled

“Hey, Jason lets go get some food and let these two talk.” Sam suggested nodding to the door behind him.

“Yeah as long as you tell me why they need to talk alone.” Jason told Sam as he followed him out of the room.

“Yeah” Sam replied to him patting his back. Leaving the two alone in the room in a kinda awkward silence.

“So um why do we need to talk? And privately at that.” Y/n asked the man left in the room that she apparently needed to have a talk with. Not minding the silence. Was it awkward? Yes. But she feels safe with the man. Even though they just met and he’s a stranger.

“Y/n. What do you know about your father?” Dean asked her as he sat down in the chair previously sat in by her boyfriend.

“Mom said that he’s a fellow hunter. That she believes that they were in love. But his dad came to town looking for him, a lot went down and they split. A week later she found out about me. She tried to reach him but the phone was disconnected. He doesn’t know about me, probably never will. Why?” Y/n told him. Now she was curious about this strange man. She feels comfortable around him. But they just met. Why is he asking about that of all things?

“Well, sweetheart I can confirm me and your mom were really in love. And I would have left the hunting life to be with her and if I would’ve known about you-you would’ve grown up with me around. With your dad around.” Dean said looking at her in the eyes, noticing that she has his eyes.

“How did you know who I was?” Y/n asked not understanding how he would know.

“When they tested your DNA to find out your medical history, they said your last name is Winchester and Sam said you look like me. And you look a lot like your mom to. I can see that clearly.” Dean’s voice cracked a stray tear falling down his cheek. Looking at his babygirl who’s pretty much all grown up.

“Yeah. She hyphenated my name, gave me hers and I guess yours.”

Y/n let a couple of tear’s come out her eye’s to. She doesn’t know what’s suppose to happen next but she knows what she would like to happen.

“So-uh, um what now? I mean, you now know about me, now so what happens?” Y/n asked what she believes to be the most terrifying question of her life. At first, he just didn’t know but now he does. Now that he does what's gonna happen? If he rejects her now that would hurt more.

“If you let me I wanna be in your life, for the rest of it.” Dean stated grabbing her hand and holding it between both of his.

“I would like that.” she smiled. Which Dean returned, both wearing general smiles. That both haven’t done in a while.

“Awesome” Dean let out with a small laugh

“Awesome” Y/n did the same

“Oh god he says that to”

“Oh god she says that to”

Sam and Jason said at the same time, looking at eachother in a little bit of shock. All four hunters ended up laughing.

“So I’m gonna guess and say you're my uncle now?” Y/n asked looking between her father and Sam. Sam nodded with a smile she could tell he was trying to contain.

Jason walked over to her bedside opposite of the one before “Sam told me an I put the pieces together. Fate brought you together.” he smiled down at her

Y/n grabbed his hand in her one not occupied by Dean “fate also brought us together.”

Dean let go of her hand to give them a little space. He walked over to Sam by the door, but they didn’t leave this time.

“How’d it go?” Sam asked his brother with a hopeful look

“Good, great. She wants me in her life Sam.” Dean smiled at Sam. Sam hadn’t seen Dean this happy in a long, long time.

“Dean that’s amazing.I’m happy for you man. But, uh now you have to deal with that.” Sam tried not laughing but couldn’t help it. Dean looked confused before looking in the direction of his daughter making out with Jason.

Jason and y/n pulled apart to look at her father and uncle. “Don't worry, we’ll keep the PDA on low so you can get use to it at first.” Jason smiled at him as Y/n giggled at what her boyfriend said thinking ‘we kiss all the time so good luck with that’.

You hurried her back through the corridor and up the stairs, “You have the hex bags?”

“Yes, I have your damn hex bags now get lost!” You demanded, shoving her out the door and closing the heavy door. Letting out a sigh you headed back down the stairs, your first destination was your room.

You held your hands in your pockets where the forget me hex bags were, hoping that the boys were somewhere else in the large bunker, however you knew your husband, and the likelihood was he would either be in the library, studying, which he wasn’t, or in his room, listening to music.

You stepped lightly, trying hard not to be heard. You inched forward, finally approaching your door. It was ajar, and you peaked in to see Dean lying on the bed, fast asleep.

You let out a breath of relief, slowly pushing the door open as you walked in, the hex bag clutched in your fist as you walked towards the bed. You finally came to stand beside it, and it was then that you registered Dean’s face.

Dean was never one to show his emotions very clearly, you had to learn to decipher it, the way you and Sam had. You did take notice however, in the fact that they always seemed to come out when he slept.

Typically, he looked sort of peaceful when he slept. If he was in bed with you beside him, you took comfort in watching his face as he slept, he was calm, all was right when he was asleep. But today, right now, he looked like he was in pain, like someone was strangling him, or like he could cry.

The sight of him broke your heart, and you almost broke down. You forced yourself to move, kneeling beside him, studying his face further.

It took everything you had to walk away. All you had to do was place Sam’s hex bag before you could return to Dean, and that one took zero time or risk, Sam wasn’t in his room.

You entered your brother in laws room, the space was a bit neater than your room, to be fair your room held the belongings of two people, whereas Sam only had his own things.

You felt a pang in your chest. You could kill a kid, but lying was crossing the line? You didn’t understand what was going on in your head, you were angry and confused, very conflicted. You slipped the hex bag back into your pocket, deciding the hex bags weren’t needed.

You weren’t sure where Sam was, but it didn’t matter, now all that mattered was going to Dean.

You walked briskly through the corridor, heading straight back to your room and opening the door with ease as you looked at Dean. You knew that Ruby said the hex bags would need time, but they could forget another time, you wouldn’t mind answering questions if they ended up forgetting.

You kneeled down at the sight of the bed where Dean was, you reached out, your hand finding his cheek as you tried to ease the pained look from his face.

You focused in on him, on his face, on the man that you loved with all your heart.

You watched as the expression on his face changed, squinted sort of, until those beautiful green eyes opened and found you waiting for him.

“Y/N?” He asked, almost in a daze.

You nodded, a smile dressing your face, “Hey,” you said, “It’s me.”

Dean didn’t say another thing, he sprung from his position on the bed, his arms entrapping you, pulling you close to his chest and locking you in his embrace.

You’d never been so happy to be stuck.

Your arms wrapped around him, one arm around his neck, the other gripping his waist.

“I’m here.” You cooed, “It’s okay, I’m right here.”

Your hand gently rubbed his back, trying to soothe him. You could sense the emotion build up, Dean was rattled, of course you imagined he hadn’t expected you to just show up back in your room.

Dean readjusted, pulling you up and holding you in his lap. He held you in his arms, cradled in his embrace, he held you like it was everything he needed, like it was the only thing he needed. You rarely saw Dean that way, even behind closed doors Dean was rarely this emotional.

You sat for a moment, keeping him wrapped in your arms, your fingers slid through his hair and held him against you. He didn’t say anything, it was one of those situations where he really didn’t have to. You’d learned to read each other, and you could tell Dean just needed a moment, another moment to hold you, to remind himself that you were real, that you were there, that you were home.

You could almost feel the hex bag burning a hole in your jacket pocket, you didn’t want to do this, your mind told you it was deceptive, and you shouldn’t deceive the man you love.

Your mind swirled around, trying to figure out what to do, you had to get Jack out of there, but with what you were doing you just felt like someone would figure it out.

Dean finally loosened his hold on you, pulling back to look at you, his large, rough hands took your face gently, his eyes meeting yours.

“Where did you go? Where were you?”

Dean’s voice was weak, and tired, your heart felt like it had been stabbed.

Ever since you died, there was something different in him, about him. It was a change that you had never seen before, not when he lost Sam, or Cas, or Bobby, or anyone else. It was like he wasn’t all there, like part of him was hiding away for fear of being hurt.

You pursed your lips, looking away from him.

“Dean it doesn’t matter, I’m back okay?” You said softly

“I thought I lost you again, I keep losing you.” He said, almost just realizing his pain, that was when you recognized it.

He was you…

His actions, the way he looked, and spoke, that was what you did, every time you lost Dean.

You had been forced to live without Dean time and time again, it was almost funny how many times the man had died, or almost died, and each time, losing you took a chunk out of your heart, it was like you slowly wasted away. Dean was every part of your life, he was the man you loved, and there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, being without him was torture, and it felt as though you were being suffocated.

Dean had gone through a lot recently, losing you, getting you back, you knew he could tell something was different about you, he probably thought he’d lost you again, all over again, just after finally accepting you had returned. You could understand how that would wreck a person.

“You didn’t, you’ll never lose me again. I promise,” You told him, “Go back to sleep okay, you look exhausted.”

Dean looked like he didn’t want to, but you insisted, pressing a kiss to his lips and lying beside him to encourage. You’d lost your nerve, you couldn’t lie to him, you couldn’t just hide a hex bag under his pillow.

It took Dean only moments to slip back into dreamland, you carefully squirmed away from him and climbed out of bed, hurrying from the room.

If Jack was what Ruby needed, then Jack is what Ruby would get. You hurried out the door, once you shut it completely you removed your shoes and ran to Jacks room, you had to be as quick and quiet as possible. It had been a little while since you’d seen Jack, you weren’t sure why but you hadn’t actually seen him since before you died.

You knocked on the door to his room before opening it slightly.

“Jack?” You said softly, finally spying the sweet nephilim, sitting cross legged on his bed, his eyes glued to the computer screen that displayed the death star. The sight made you smile as he looked up and muttered your name.

He got off his bed instantly and hurried into your arms, where you hugged him tightly.

You felt bad for not having seen him this whole time, you’d been so busy trying to figure yourself out that you either ran off with Ruby or were hiding in your room. The feeling of being able to hug him and hold him close was nice, he was about as close as you would ever get to having a child.

“Dean and Sam told me you were back, but I never got to see you.” Jack said as he pulled back to look at you.

“I know,” You gave him a sad smile, “I’ve been working through some things and really haven’t been in a mood to deal with a lot of company.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t totally the truth either.

“So, I’ve been feeling better, and was just thinking how much I missed you. I was wondering if you’d like to go out? We could go to lunch, or get some ice cream.” You suggested,

Jack smiled, nodding his head at you.

“Sure!” He said, “Are Sam and Dean coming?”

You shook your head at him, “Nope, just us.” You promised, “How bout it?”

“I’ll get my shoes.” Jack smiled, grabbing his socks and shoes and sliding them onto his feet. You did the same, making sure you were absolutely ready to go.

Maybe if everything worked out, Sam and Dean would forgive you for this, maybe Jack would understand. But then, maybe not.

And if they didn’t understand, if they didn’t forgive you, then it still wouldn’t matter, because at least they would be safe. At least Dean could live a life, a good life, instead of this one straight from a horror story.

You walked with Jack, all the time your mind was on what you were doing.

Ruby was right, you didn’t care, about the kid you killed, about the fact that you were about to lead Jack to his doom.

It was something you didn’t want to admit, and even admitting it to yourself sort of hurt, but you felt nothing as you walked up the stairs to the door where Ruby waited. All you cared about at this point was Dean, making sure he was alive, and okay. You wanted him to have a good, safe, and happy life, and you didn’t care what it took to make that for him.

It had taken you too long to accept that fact that dying had changed you, or perhaps the coming back to life. It could be that Ruby had done something to you, but none of that mattered anymore, you had one goal now.

Dean.

And you didn’t care if he hated you for what you were about to do.

You opened the door and stepped out just in time to come face to chest with Sam holding a paper bag.

“Y/N!” He said with shock, almost dropping his bag, “How did you get back? Are you alright?”

You felt flustered, but nodded and faked a smile,

“Oh, I’m alright, I manage, you know that by now. I was just taking Jack out for ice cream since I haven’t seen him since before I died.” You rushed through your words, you face heating up as you tried to pass the large Winchester.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asked, sensing something was off.

“Of course, I wouldn’t say what I don’t mean.” You pushed by Sam, but the hex bag fell out of your pocket. You felt yourself tense as Sam noticed it, bending down to set his bag down and pick up the hex bag,

“Y/N, what is this?” He asked suspiciously, Jack frowning in confusion.

You had no answers, you’d been caught.

Just then, Ruby stepped out from the shadows, Sam’s eyes found her and his gaze went steely,

“Ruby,” He muttered, hatred in his voice as she placed a hand on your shoulder before grabbing Jacks arm.

“Hiya Sam,” She smirked before the three of you vanished from the bunker.

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When In Rome

You had chosen to visit a static campsite, one with a wooden hut, kitted out for self-catering. You had booked to stay there for 5 nights, and discovered that the closest town had a small problem with witches. Nothing life-threatening, just a territory thing between a few witches. Easily sorted upon your intervention a few days into your stay. It was also nice that you had browsed an antique shop and found some nifty treasures, a couple of books to add to the library at the bunker as well as a few pieces of decor that are going to look really cute in your room.

The journey back to the bunker was also nice, not much traffic to argue with and the weather was pretty decent making for an easy drive. 

However, the site of Baby caked in mud and grass and...whatever that stuff turns out to be sat in plain view of all to see when you parked your car was...shocking. Dean never liked to see his beloved vehicle this dirty.

There was also a pungent smell wafting in the breeze from the direction the Impala sat which was honestly making you feel sick!

Hurrying away from the smell with your bags, you shut the door with a bit more force than intended but as long as that smell stayed outside that is all that matters! Taking the stairs slowly, watching your feet as you went, making sure you didn’t trip - you had valuables after all - it wasn’t until the last few steps approached that you could see mud.

Dark splodges of mud in the shape of boot prints and drag marks, directing the gaze further into the bunker. With horror, you realised that there is mud over the stairs you had just walked down as well - two of your bags had been marked but that was easily dusted off. 

What nearly gave you a heart attack though...Castiel appearing in front of you...looking as though he had bathed in a mud bath out in the forest after a very heavy downpour. 

Before Castiel could ask the question he was no doubt readying to speak, before you could regain your coherent thoughts, your older brothers walk into view. One freshly bathed and the other still wearing jeans that were originally blue in colour but nor more a...dirty brown...the muddy water had obviously soaked into the material and was now drying. 

...”What the hell happened whilst I was gone?”

“Hey! You’re back! Wekcome home! Sorry about the mess-”

“It was Dean’s idea! I had nothing to do with it and-”

“What is a ‘Wet T-Shirt Contest’?”

“It wasn’t a contest, it was an edurance of-”

“This was not my-”

Every year, August comes around. She tries not to think about it. Just another month, accompanied by another hunt, where she busies her hands and her mind more than she can handle so she doesn’t stop, doesn’t rest, doesn’t think.

There wasn’t any specific date that signified their diverged paths. The only reason that August in particular was a sharp knife to her chest was because she remembered the hot summer nights she spent looking up at the stars she’d only ever before used for light when she was hunting. She never knew they could be so beautiful until someone showed her.

Y/N tries not to dwell on that night. So she chooses to hunt, to survive, to occupy herself to think of anything other than the one time she was the one who walked away.

Every so often, she catches a whiff of their trail. Oh right; Agents Mulder and Scully. Big guys. Funny. Sweet. Swooped in like nobody’s business and then left the day after everything calmed down. Never saw them again.

The Winchester’s remain on everybody’s radar. There’s no debate about it. If something big, something dangerous, something deadly ever happens, it’s automatically assumed that they had a hand in what played out. Everybody wonders what they did. How they saved the world this time. If one of them died.

Y/N does.

She always wonders.

She doesn’t know that they do too.

Sam and Dean fly below the radar. They bob up often enough to let others know where they’ve been- after they’ve been there, of course- and maybe a bit of what went down, but other than that not much is let loose.

She hears they have a new companion. She pretends it doesn’t sting her when he sits where she used to sit, makes them smile like she used to make them smile. Y/N tells herself that she doesn’t need them, doesn’t want them, but the words never quite does the job they’re supposed to.

Eventually, Cas learns about Y/N from the boys. It’s a quiet story; one where Dean leaves the room to go drink- for days- while Sam speaks in a rough, hushed voice as his eyes stay glued to somewhere far off in the distance. Cas goes to confront a drunken Dean about it, surprised to see tears running down his face. The hunter doesn’t move. Doesn't make a sound. He just sits there, taking an occasional drink as he pretends everything’s okay, everybody’s here and safe and alive.

Cas doesn’t question Dean when he asks his angel to check on her every now and then. Y/N doesn’t know why she sometimes feels safer, more secure, in the random moments in her motel room or on a hunt, but she doesn’t want to question it.

The Winchesters have a radar as well. An entangled web of connections and indebted hunters who swear they’ll return the favour someday, however much they try to avoid having to do so; it displays an entire network of elite figures who barely register as free people before the government. It’s more of a safety precaution than anything, they say. Doesn’t really get used for much.

But when it’s late at night, and August 12 swings by, they can’t help but check.

They never forgot about her. Y/N was a stain in their memories that they refused to wash out. Dean had tried to, at first; drinking and hunting and brooding over what he did, what he gave up.

Sam isn’t much better. He had never quite picked up his brother’s affinity for drinking- not that he let show, at the very least- but something was missing from him; a piece of his heart, a fraction of his being that refuses to fill up no matter how much hard liquor he throws back.

Sam forgave Dean for Charlie. For Kevin. For mom, for dad, for everybody he ever hurt and somehow managed to get Dean to forgive himself, too. But he could never forgive him for Y/N.

Dean couldn’t bring himself to do it, either.

So her room stays how it is. Her bedsheets still lay tangled at the end of their bed, kicked off after restless nights of feeling claustrophobic while still needing to cover herself, protect herself. Her notebook filled with her thoughts and snippets of monsters she’d found out about was still open to the same page she’d left it on. Her gun was still partially dissembled from when she’d practiced pulling it apart and putting it together again. A page filled with her scrawled handwriting writing her times- less than ten seconds, which always amazed the boys- as she tried to do better, go faster.

Nobody has moved anything in the room. They can’t bring themselves to do so.

Sometimes Sam or Dean sit on the bed, look at the crumpled pages and clothes strewn over the carpet and wonder. Wonder where she is, what she’s doing, how she’s surviving in this world where it seems that everybody except the two of them want to see her burn.

Dean can’t go in there without nursing a bottle of whiskey after. Sam refuses to enter whenever Dean’s in the bunker. Some days he can only handle thirty seconds in there; others, he’ll just sit at the foot of the bed for hours, days, skipping meals and refusing to drink anything other than a bottle in a brown paper bag that he pretends to be anything other than what it really is.

Dean often thinks about all the times they might’ve crossed paths. Entered the same town without knowing. Been drawn to the same hunt before leaving for whatever reason. Sometimes he sees her face in a crowd. Sees her sitting at a café. In the girl he’s rescuing on the hunt he’s on, in the reflection of himself in the mirror of his motel room. He sees her, almost like an angel, watching over him.

They don’t know about all the times when Y/N watches the impala rumble out of whatever town they’re in; watching, lingering, protecting.

Waiting for a day when she’s ready to show herself to her brothers again.

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