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“Alright, now that we’re all here, I would like to discuss the case I’m going to be assigning one of you on,” Hendrickson said. You wondered what kind of crime was going on in the world today and if it was human related or monster related. “We have two victims brutally stabbed in Cedarburg, Wisconsin.”

You perked up on the name of the city. You were doing some investigating on your own and your case just happened to be in Cedarburg. Could it be your case is the same as his? You didn’t say anything but kept on listening.

“One of the victims was identified, but the other has yet to be. The weirdest thing about this is the markings they found on the bodies of both victims.” Hendrickson said, taking out pictures from a folder and passing them around. When they got to you, you looked at them and your mouth went dry.

Carved on the man’s body were Enochian symbols that you recognized for your lore books. See, the thing with you was that you weren’t just a normal FBI Agent. You were also a hunter. You became a real FBI Agent to blend in more. Of course, you had double the work and barely got enough sleep, but you got access to all kinds of cool equipment to help you on cases.

You became a hunter when your ex-boyfriend was bitten by a vampire and got turned. He tried killing you and nearly did, but you got away just in time and killed him. After that, you read up on everything about vampires, moving from one kind of monster to the other.

Soon, you were hunting alone, trying to make ends meet with what little materialistic things you had. You didn’t lead an honest life, like most hunters don’t. You stole a lot and had fraudulent cards, but you always made sure nothing could be traced back to you in case the FBI or the police found something.

You saw your window of opportunity to become a police officer and took it, joining the team in only a few short years. You still hunted but made sure your game was higher than ever, ranking in the top three officers of your class.

You were a police officer for about five years before moving into the FBI and starting from the bottom, but you made sure you worked your ass off and it payed off. You were very well respected in the FBI and you were very smart. Being a hunter almost all your life helped in that department and you were able to look at cases in a new light, often solving them on your own.

Now, you knew how to really cover your tracks and used your own computer at work for supernatural related cases. Your work computer was encrypted and set up on its own VPN server, so there was no way any research or hacking could be linked back to you. Even the phone calls, e-mails, and documents you worked on were all protected from prying eyes and after eight years of doing this, you were safe.

And now, the case being presented to you was the same case you were researching. They just didn’t know about the supernatural like you did.

You passed off the folder to the agent next to you and looked at Hendrickson. He gave you and the other agents in the room more information regarding the circumstances of the murders and who might be suspects. The only reason the FBI was called into this was because of the markings. Local authorities were concerned that it might be some kind of religious cult or fanatics, so the FBI was called in to investigate it.

You had to be the Agent in charge of this otherwise it would be a lot harder for you to do your job as a hunter.

“So, any volunteers on this one. It’s a tough one, but you’re all my best Agents.” Hendrickson said.

“I’ll do it,” You said, making everyone turn to look at you. You made sure to answer, careful to not sound too eager about it.

“Y/L/N, this is a tough case. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes, I’m fully aware of what might happen and the circumstances on this case.” You said, leaning back in your seat.

“Then you’re going to need some help. Round up a team and then you can—”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I would like to work on this alone. I’m the best when it comes to figuring out these kinds of cases and no offense to anyone in here but I’d work a lot faster if I were alone.” You said, cutting off your boss. He stared at you, his mouth in a thin line.

“Alright, you have one week to figure this out or else I’m sending a team of my own agents out.” He said, sliding the folder over to you.

“Trust me, sir, I’ll only need a couple of days.” You said, grabbing the folder and getting up. You left the room, leaving the other Agents speechless. People knew you worked fast and some were baffled how you were able to solve these cases so easily but they never questioned you. You kept to yourself and the only person who may have had an inkling about what was going on was Brianna.

She was the only person you trusted since you saved her from a spirit haunting. She didn’t question it, but it solidified her trust in you. She never told anyone, which you were grateful about, and she didn’t ask questions to know more. She left well enough alone and you were happy about that.

You walked back to your office, passing Brianna on the way.

“Hey, was I right? Was it another case?”

“It’s more than a case. It’s my kind of case.” You said, winking at her before walking into your office. She got up and rushed after you, closing the door behind her.

“Your kind of case? Could I see?” She asked. Just because she didn’t ask questions didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. You nodded and handed her the folder to which she opened and shuffled through the photos and notes.

“What are those markings?” She asked.

“Enochian, angel symbols. You don’t want to know.” You said, taking the folder back.

“You know what, I think you’re right. I figured you would take the case so I booked you a first-class ticket to Wisconsin in the morning. It leaves late tonight.”

“You are a life saver. Keep the office alive for me until I get back, yeah?” You said with a smile.

“You know I will.” She said with a laugh.

24 hours had passed since you grabbed the case before anyone else could. You were in the motel room you snagged, even though Brianna booked you at a hotel. Motels were safer because they had less security which means you could bring in your weapons with an even lesser chance of someone seeing you.

When you got there, you saw a beautiful, sleek black car in front of a room and you wondered who owned it. You weren’t a big car fanatic but you could appreciate them visually. You shook your head and walked into your room, taking your duffel bag of weapons before shutting the door.

You got out the case file and opened your encrypted work laptop to use your abilities of an FBI Agent to do some research on the case. Another benefit of being an FBI Agent was the unlimited database access and no chance of being arrested for hacking a federal database. You knew the ins and outs of each program and were able to make quick work of accessing them.

You hacked into security cameras of the surrounding buildings from the crime scene to see if they caught something. You frowned, seeing something on a traffic cam. You watched the playback, seeing the same black car in the parking lot outside run through a red light before stopping in front of the crime scene.

You looked at the time stamp and saw this happened only a few hours ago.

Two men got out and you lucked out that the angle of the traffic cam caught exactly what they were doing. You didn’t know who they were or why they were there but they were messing with the corpse, the one with the Angel symbols carved in it.

You took screenshots of the parts you needed and printed those out on your portable printer you brought with you. You grabbed the pictures and your badge along with your pistol before exiting your room. You walked a few doors down where their car was parked in front of. You rapped on the door and waited for someone to answer.

When it was opened, you stared into a pair of brilliant green eyes. He wasn’t dressed to go to sleep, he was in the same outfit you saw him wearing in the traffic cam footage.

“Yes, hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N,” You started, pulling out your badge to show the man who you were. “And I would like to ask you a couple of questions. Do you happen to be rooming with another man?” Green Eyes stared at you and for a moment and you saw a flash of panic before he shuffled behind the door. He opened it wider and walked over to his jacket that was hanging on the back of a chair.

He pulled out something and flashed you a badge of his own. You were an expert in fraud and forgery, and you knew a fake badge when you saw one. You nodded and he put it away, looking behind him as a man exited out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist.

Your eyes met and it was like something sparked inside of you. Even from the distance you were at, you could tell that his eyes were a vibrant green speckled with a shade of brown that made them sparkle no matter where he looked. He was also well defined but you weren’t focusing on that as much even though you definitely wanted to.

There was something about this man that made you feel safe, like he was a good man despite what happened to him in his life.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is there a problem?” Towel Guy said, grabbing a shirt before tugging it on to cover up despite your borderline lewd thoughts.

“Yes, I’m Agent Y/L/N,” you said, flashing him your badge. “I would like to ask you and him some questions if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course, just let me get dressed and we’ll be right out.” You nodded at Towel guy and Green Eyes closed the door before you could say anything. You heard hushed whispers come from inside but you turned to look at the car in question. You walked to the car and around the back, looking at the license plate. Yes, same plate. They didn’t even think to ditch the car.

You walked to the side and peered inside the car but didn’t see anything too alarming aside from no seatbelts.

“What can we help you with?” You straightened up to see both men outside, Green Eyes with his arms crossed and Towel Guy leaning against a pillar.

“Yes, do you realize this car was at the scene of a crime?” You walked over to the two men and held out the pictures for them to see. “I’m doing an investigation on this case and I would like to know what you were doing there.”

“Do you realize we’re also FBI?” Green Eyes said, showing you his badge before Towel Guy reluctantly showed you his. Yep, totally fake badges.

“Do you realize that FBI badges are gold and not bronze plated like yours are? Do you realize that your pictures are smudged like it was printed off a crappy printer at Kinkos? Do you realize that impersonating an FBI Agent is punishable up to three years in prison and/or being fined a ridiculous amount of money?” You said, seeing the color drain from their faces.

“Agent Y/L/N… we can explain.” Towel Guy said, stuttering a little. You looked at him and felt that spark when your eyes met. You had no idea how dangerous these guys were but damn, why did it feel like you knew this man already?

“You should start with your names and why you were at that crime scene.”

“My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean.” Towel Guy said.

“And if we tell you why we were there, you wouldn’t believe us.” You looked at Dean and bit your lip. Maybe they were hunters.

“Try me.” You said, relaxing your posture a bit, not feeling threatened by them.

“There is an Angel here, killing people and carving Enochian symbols on the victim’s chest. We don’t know why yet, so that is why we went to the crime scene.” Dean said, laying it all on the line. Yes, they were hunters and if you were to work with them, you would get this done a lot faster.

“Follow me,” You said, walking to your room. You looked back at the brothers to see them staring at each other, having a silent communication. “Well, come on.” Sam and Dean followed you to you room and you led them inside.

“I’ve been studying these symbols for a while now and I think I have some leads on where the Angel might be hiding in or who the Angel might be possessing.” You said, sitting at your desk. Both brothers stared at you in shock, not knowing how to react.

“You’re a hunter?” Sam spoke finally.

“Yeah, sorry about the whole ‘you’re going to jail if you don’t tell me’ thing. It was just a scare tactic.” You said, looking at the brothers and smirking at their baffled faces.

“How…? But you’re…?” Sam said, trying to think of the right question to ask.

“Are we in trouble?” Dean asked.

“No, you’re not.”

“Great, I’m going across the street to the bar to get a few rounds before we jump into this. Sam, you coming?” Dean asked his brother. You and Sam both stared at one another and you wished he didn’t go. You felt drawn to him, like it was fate that you and him were supposed to meet.

“Uh, no, go ahead without me.” Sam said. You grinned and Dean shrugged, not seeing the obvious connection.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back.” Dean said, leaving the room to go drown his confusion in alcohol. Sam sat across from you and it was clear he was curious about you. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.

“I became a hunter when my ex-boyfriend tried to kill me after he was turned into a vampire. I had to fend for myself and tried to hunt alone for a while. I was a bad kid, fraud and theft, like I’m sure you know. Then I saw the opportunity to become a police officer and I took it. I was still hunting, which was harder than it looks, but I made it. Now, because of my skills as a hunter, I’m one of, if not the best, Agent there is. It makes it a lot easier to get access to traffic cams and databases and even to guns and other kinds of weapons. You’d be surprised the kind of secrets the government is hiding.” You finished.

“Wow, you know, I was kind of scared there for a minute. It’s not the first time I was arrested and escaped jail, but the last time we were caught by the FBI, I had to die in order to get out.” Sam said.,

“You died?” You said, not believing your ears.

“Yeah I did and it was a pain in the ass. Oh man, Agent Y/L/N you have no clue what’s out there.”

“Call me Y/N.” You said, sticking your hand out. When Sam grabbed it you gasped, feeling these intense shocks go through your body. It felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together, like you and Sam belonged together.

“Did you feel that?” You whispered.

“Yeah, I did.”

“What does it mean?” You asked.

“It means that we might be spending a lot more time together than I thought.” Sam said with a smile. You didn’t let go of his hand and even when the case was over, you didn’t want to leave. Even though you’d only known Sam for a week, it felt like forever and you didn’t want to give that up.

You were still an FBI Agent, but that didn’t stop you from working with the Winchesters. You believed in soulmates and maybe you and Sam were each other’s. But, soulmates or not, you still had jobs to do and people to save.

But that never stopped your love life before, so why should it now?

The Queens:

@maddieburcham1@ginamsmith  @mogaruke @whit85-blog @inlovewithbja @spn67-sister @kdfrqqg @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @roxyspearing @supercalifragilistic26 @mishamigose @cobrakai1967@essie1876 @wishedworld @crispychrissy @laqueus-ludovicus@nostalgic-uncertainty @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel@potterhead1265 @starswirlblitz @untitled39887 @ta-n-ja @deans-fallen-angel-boy @scarletluvscas @notnaturalanahi @tahbehonest@stay-in--place @dreaminofdean @posiemax @donnaintx@mikey1822 @alexandriajanae4 @li-ssu @just-another-winchester @obsessivecompulsivespn@emoryhemsworth @newtospnfandom @mizzezm @goldenolaf25  @jessikared97 @wh1sp3r1ng-impala @charliebradbury1104  @queen-of-moons-peace-out-bitches @becs-bunker @atc74

The Sam Fam:

“What could you possibly keep from her? She’s the one with all the secrets.” Dean said, laughing at this.

“I’m serious, Dean. She can’t know about this.” Sam said, completely serious.

“Alright, what is it?” Dean said, knowing something was wrong if Sam was acting this way.

“I don’t like being the little spoon.” Sam admitted, still very serious. Dean stared at him, wondering if this was a joke or if he was dead serious. Dean decided to laugh, a little bit too loudly for Sam’s liking.

“You’re joking, right?” Dean said, wiping the fake tears from the corner of his eyes.

“Dean, this is serious.” Sam said with a frown.

“And why can’t Y/N know of this deep, dark secret?” Dean said, still smiling. He loved teasing his younger brother.

“Dean, come on, this isn’t funny.” Sam said, pouting like he did when he came into the library.

“Okay, fine, why can’t she know this?” Dean asked, trying to contain his giggles.

“She loves being the big spoon. But, she’s so tiny. She fits me like a backpack. All I want to do is hold her and feel her against my body. But, you know how sensitive she can be.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe she’s a hunter with that many feelings and emotions.” Dean said, getting off topic.

“Dean, what should I do?” Sam asked, defeated.

“Dude, man up and tell her this. She’s a big girl, she can handle the hard truth.” Dean said, smiling still.

“Alright, I’m leaving. Coming to you was a mistake.” Sam said, getting up.

“Aw, come on, Sammy, lighten up.” Dean said, not stopping his brother from leaving. Sam shook his head and walked back to the bedroom where he left you. You were in the middle of a movie on Netflix when he moved to get up to get more popcorn.

“I thought you were going to get more popcorn?” You asked, seeing how Sam’s hands were empty.

“Oh, there wasn’t anymore.” Sam said, a little distracted.

“Really? I saw some this morning.” You said, a small smile creeping on your face. You knew he didn’t get popcorn because you overheard him and Dean. It wasn’t like you wanted to eavesdrop but you forgot to tell Sam something about the popcorn after he left and went to go find him.

Now, you found this a perfect opportunity to tease him.

“Actually, I got distracted with Dean for a minute, I forgot about the popcorn.” Sam said, lying back next to you on the bed. You grinned and you reached for him, ready to go back to holding him from behind. Now that you think about it, you did kind of fit him like a backpack.

When you wrapped your arms around his back, he tensed up a bit and you had to hold back your giggle if you wanted to keep your little secret… a secret.

“What’s wrong, Sam? Is everything okay?” You asked, moving away so you could see him properly. Sam looked at you and he frowned, seeing the confused and concerned look on your face.

“No.” He said with a sigh. He knew he couldn’t keep this from you.

“What is it?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Look, I don’t want to hurt your feelings and all. But, I don’t really like being the little spoon.” He said, not looking anywhere but you.

“I know, Sam.” You said with a grin.

“What, you know?” He asked, his head snapping up to look at you.

“Yeah, I overheard you talk to Dean.” You said, letting out the giggle that escaped you.

“What?” He said mostly to himself.

“Sam, you could have just told me. It’s no big deal.” You said with a laugh.

“But, I know how much you like being the big spoon.” He said.

“Not as much as I love having your arms around me. Sam, I’m not a baby, I won’t break down because of this.” You said with a giggle.

“Really? So, from now on, I can be the big spoon?” He asked.

“Of course.” You said, sliding down and putting your head on his chest, letting his arms wrap around you.

“I love you.” He said, kissing your head.

“I know.” You joked, giggling as he pressed play to resume the movie.

The Queens:

@maddieburcham1 @ginamsmith  @mogaruke @whit85-blog @inlovewithbja @spn67-sister @kdfrqqg @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @roxyspearing @supercalifragilistic26 @mishamigose @cobrakai1967@essie1876 @wishedworld @crispychrissy @laqueus-ludovicus @nostalgic-uncertainty @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel @potterhead1265 @starswirlblitz @untitled39887 @ta-n-ja @deans-fallen-angel-boy @scarletluvscas @notnaturalanahi @tahbehonest @stay-in--place @dreaminofdean @posiemax @donnaintx @mikey1822 @alexandriajanae4 @li-ssu @just-another-winchester @obsessivecompulsivespn  @emoryhemsworth @newtospnfandom @mizzezm @goldenolaf25

The Sam Fam:

@elma-shay @xxno-wayxx @saxxxology @sinfulfanfictionkitten

“Well, if you’re going to be like that, then there is the door. Good luck trying to find someone else who can fix it.” Rowena said, looking at the brothers.

“No, Rowena, Dean didn’t mean it. Look, can you fix it or not?” Sam said, sighing.

“Of course, I can fix it. You boys keep breaking this damn gun so now, I’m going to make it just a little bit harder for you or anyone else to break it.” She said, placing the gun on the floor of the room, stepping back.

“What are you going to do to it?” Dean asked looking at Sam who shrugged.

“Be quiet, I need to concentrate.” Rowena said, closing her eyes and sticking her hands out. She started to mutter words in another language. Sam and Dean looked at one another and they had no idea what was going on, what she was saying, or what was going to happen when she was done.

The building started to shake a bit before the lights started to flicker.

“What is going on?” Dean said, taking out his gun he always carried on him.

“Rowena! What is going on?” Sam said but Rowena was far too gone to answer him. She kept muttering words, things falling off the shelf due to the shaking of the building. As suddenly as it started, the shaking and the flickering lights stopped, everything going silent and still.

Rowena smiled and stopped muttering, turning to the boys who had no idea what was going on.

“There, it’s done. If you break this version, I’m not fixing it anymore.” She said, blowing out the candles that were burning when the brothers walked in.

“What did you do? Nothing happened.” Dean said, but he was cut off by the broken Colt rising in midair. Sam and Dean watched as the gun started to melt in the shape of a person, solidifying when it was complete. What was left was a woman, you, naked with no emotion.

“Boys, here is your gun.” Rowena said, looking at you. You stared at the men who scrambled to take off their jackets. Sam was faster and he draped the jacket over your shoulders, you not moving at all. You knew Sam and Dean by heart, since you were always the one fighting with them, killing monsters with your bullets. It was nice to finally meet them in person.

You knew all your owners and Sam and Dean were the most special people you’ve ever came to know.

“Why did you turn it into a woman? What are we supposed to do with her?” Dean asked, looking at you. The jacket was covering your most intimate parts but you knew he was still visualizing what he just saw before it was covered.

“Y/N is her name and she can kill any monster with a touch of her hand. If you break her, which I made it hard to, I am not fixing her. Once she is broken, she goes back to gun form. Be warned, she can bleed and break bones like a normal human. She may be able to kill anything but she, herself, isn’t invincible. Now, leave because as you can see, I am very busy.” Rowena said, pushing you into Sam’s side in an effort to get you three to leave.

“What just happened?” Dean said as he walked out of the room.

“Thank you, Rowena.” Sam said right before Rowena slammed the door in Sam’s face.

“Alright, then, what do we do now?” Dean said, looking at you. You stared back at Dean and he looked confused, reaching out to touch your shoulder to make sure you were real.

“I’m glad to see your leg is doing better.” You finally said, making Dean jump back from surprise.

“Wait, how did you know I hurt my leg?” Dean said, looking at his brother who shrugged.

“I was there when you hurt it. You used me to kill that monster but not right before he sunk his claws into your leg.” You said, remembering exactly what happened like it were happening right now.

“Wow, okay, what else do you remember?” Dean said.

“Everything starting from the very beginning when Samuel Colt was building me. I know all of my owners and everything they’ve ever said and done in my presence.”

“Great, we were just on our way to a case so you can test out your new powers for us.” Dean said, walking to his side of the car.

“Agreed.” You said, reaching up to take off your jacket.

“Whoa, why are you taking off the jacket?” Sam said, stopping you by putting the jacket back on.

“I don’t feel comfortable with clothes. I am usually naked and you didn’t complain before when I was the gun.” You said, frowning.

“Yeah, but you’re a woman now. It’s not normal to walk around naked. Come on, we can get you some real clothes.” Sam said, ushering you to the back of the car. You got in and looked around. After Sam got in, Dean took off. It was weird, being in human form. You didn’t know much about humans except how to speak like them and how to fight like them.

Your eyes drifted over to Dean, to see the same tense expression he always held, but you didn’t know why he was like that. Then your eyes moved to Sam and you gave a tiny smile. Sam was your favorite out of the two. He was strong, caring, always cleaning you but you also liked how Dean called you sweetheart.

You were more of Dean’s gun than Sam’s but you felt the need to protect them both. You were always an expert at protecting the ones who needed it and now that the Winchesters had you, you would do everything in your power to protect them. If they died because of you, then you didn’t know what you would do.

Dean stopped the car and you noticed you were outside of some stores, one of them being for clothing.

“Okay, wait here, I’ll get you some clothes.” Dean said, turning off the car.

“How do you know what will fit if I am not with you?” You asked, making him look at you.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been with women that look like you, I know what will fit.” Dean said, getting out of the car, leaving you and Sam inside.

“Sorry about Dean, you know how he can get.” Sam said, turning his body to face you.

“Yes, I understand.” You said, looking at Sam with a smile.

“So, you think you can do this? Do you know how to use your power?” Sam asked.

“Sam, you underestimate me. I am fully capable of killing things. However, there are 5 things in creation that I cannot kill and that would be Archangels, God, Death and his Horsemen, Eve and Leviathans. However, considering four out of the five I listed are gone or dead, I think your chances are pretty high when it comes to protecting you.” You said, sitting perfectly still.

“Look, you don’t have to worry about Dean and I, we can take care of ourselves.” Sam tried to say.

“No, Sam, Samuel Colt made me to protect those who own me. You two own me and it is my purpose to protect you.” You said, looking over at the shops to see Dean emerge with clothes in his hands. When Dean entered the car, he passed the clothes onto you.

“Here, these should fit.” Dean said but by the time he was finished speaking, you were already out of the jacket, slipping on the underwear he gave you. Sam and Dean coughed, seeing as how you were still naked from the waist up and tried to shield you to whoever was passing by.

You didn’t think anything of the stares you were receiving, parents covering their children’s eyes from you. You handed Sam back his jacket with a smile, when you were done.

“Here you go. Thank you for keeping me warm.” Dean sighed and he started the car, peeling away from the stores to get back to the case.

“Of course.” Sam said, shrugging the jacket back on himself.

“So, what is the case you two are taking me on?” You asked.

“Vampires. There is a nasty nest in Colorado that we need to take care of. A few people have died but you’re going to take care of them all.” Dean said, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Dean, don’t boss her around. She isn’t an object anymore.” Sam said quietly but you heard.

“No, Sam, Dean is right. Of course, I will kill them all and protect you and Sam.” You said, leaning your head back.

“Good.” Dean said, looking at his brother before he turned on the radio and sped up. He was itching to kill some vampires.

You got to the run-down mansion in Colorado. It was a big farm house and it was the perfect place for vampires to reside in. You got out of the car and didn’t wait for Sam or Dean before you started walking to the entrance of the place. You would have gotten further but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Wait, we need a plan. We can’t just walk into the front door.” Sam said. You looked at him and Dean who was getting machetes from the trunk of the car.

“Don’t worry about it. One touch from me and they’ll die. You guys can stay here and wait for me.” You said, shrugging out of Sam’s grip. You turned back around and walked to the front door, walking inside.

“Did she just tell us to wait?” Dean said, not believing what he just heard. With one look from each other, they grabbed their machetes and walked into the front door, seeing what was going on in there.

Upon walking in, you made enough noise to wake the sleeping vampires. It was the middle of the day and they needed their sleep but they can sleep all they want when they’re dead. One vampire hissed at you but you didn’t flinch, not once. You walked to him and reached your hand out, touching him in the arm.

He gasped and your eyes glowed a bright orange as did the skeleton of the vampire. When you retracted your hand, the vampire fell to the ground, dead. The other vampires looked at you, some of them not knowing how to deal with you and some of them not caring as they charged at you.

You dodged an attack of one, putting your hand on his leg. Your eyes glowed a bright orange once more, killing the vampire once you let go. You looked up and growled, seeing some of the vampires back up at your presence.

But, you weren’t here to make peace with them. Vampires were bad creatures and it was your job to kill them. You took off in a sprint to them, some of them fleeing but Sam and Dean took care of them easily. You ran at the ones who ran at you, eager to take you down but that would be hard to do when one touch from you is all it took for them to die.

They tried to dodge you while trying to hurt you but it wouldn’t work. Your eyes never changed from their orange, a sign that your power was in full effect. You grabbed onto the arms of two vampires, sending them to their deaths a moment later.

While you were busy with both of them, a vampire snuck up behind you and wrapped a metal bar around your neck, forcing you to a post, pushing the bar against your throat. He was trying his best to not touch you and so far, it was working.

You gasped and reached out for the vampire but the need for oxygen was too great to ignore.

“Y/N!” You heard Sam yell for you but there was no way in hell you were dying today. You growled lowly with what little oxygen was in your lungs as your eyes became a fiery orange, compared to the orange they were before. You grabbed the bar that was holding you hostage, sending your electrical currents through the bar and to the vampire who was holding it.

He gasped, receiving those signals. It wasn’t enough to kill him but it hurt like hell. He staggered back, dropping the metal rod from you. You reached your hand out and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him from the ground. His skeleton glowed a bright orange before he slumped in your hand, dead.

You dropped the vampire to the floor, your eyes going back to their normal color. You looked around the place and smiled to yourself, knowing all the vampires were dead. You looked at Sam and Dean and you walked right past them, out the front door to the car.

“Wait, Y/N, are you okay?” Sam said, following you. Dean looked at the vampires who still had their heads attached. They were dead but not in the traditional sense. He threw his arms up, confused. He walked out of the house, looking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Dean said.

“I’m fine, Sam, thanks for worrying about me. It takes a lot to kill me,” You said to Sam, dusting off your clothes. Sam and Dean had blotches of blood on them but you were clean. You turned to Dean and straightened your stance. “I killed those vampires. You’re welcome.”

You didn’t wait for them to respond to you because you got into the car and let them talk out their problems.

“What the hell?” Dean muttered.

“Dean, I think we found the ultimate weapon. If people know about her, she’s going to be a wanted woman. We need to protect her because we need her.” Sam said to Dean.

“Yeah, but come on, she killed most of them in there! That’s our job.” Dean muttered, pouting that you took all the kills from him.

“You’ll get over it.” Sam said, getting into the car.

“So, where to now?” You asked with a smile. You were always ready to kill.

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The Sam Fam

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It started off with the small things. You were a hunter and before you and Sam ever got together, you would hunt with the Winchesters. You were good at it, killing monsters left and right. It was one of the reasons Sam fell I love with you. Then, you two started dating and Sam got more protective over you.

You thought it was sweet at first. You didn’t want to see him get hurt either and would sometimes try and protect him. However, it got to the point where you couldn’t leave the Bunker without him asking you where you were going. You tried to brush it off since the last time Sam loved a girl like you was with Jessica.

But, it got too much for you to handle. You couldn’t breathe right without Sam being up your ass all the time. You couldn’t take it anymore and decided to leave for a few days. You needed to get your head in the right space, trying to figure out how to deal with this all.

You didn’t tell Sam you were leaving, only Dean. You made him promise not to tell Sam and you left, glad to be on your own for a few days. However, while you were out enjoying yourself, you saw a hunt present itself to you, and you decided to take it, always having extra weapons on you for safe keeping. You never know in the world of hunting.

Long story short, you were captured and had to wait for Dean and Sam to come get you. Needless to say, Sam was pissed when he found you. He didn’t say anything until you were all back at the Bunker. Dean tried to get Sam to calm down on the way over to you but with no luck.

You wished Dean hadn’t stayed for this fight, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. Again, long story short, you and Sam ended up yelling at each other for the whole night, arguing about hunting on your own.

You were a hunter before meeting Sam and Dean and you’ve hunted alone most of your life. You know that you, being on a hunt alone, isn’t what was the problem. You tried to get Sam to tell you about it but he wouldn’t, so, you threatened him with a divorce, saying how this obsession has got to stop.

He let you go. He couldn’t legally file for divorce, but he managed to do it (with the help of Castiel) and now here you were, 6 months down the line, alone and heartbroken. You thought you and Sam had something more special. He didn’t even bother fighting for you when you mentioned the word ‘divorce’.

Seeing how he spent so much time up your ass, you thought he would at least care for you. Maybe Sam wasn’t the man for you, maybe he was only meant for you to see your own self-worth. But the thing was… you missed Sam and you loved him so very much. Now he was gone and you didn’t know the next time you would see him.

You thought you would have run into him on a case somewhere but it never happened. But, that never stopped you from giving up hope and even now, while you were on a small case, you were still hoping your cell phone would ring and it would be him, ready to apologize to you.

Well, your phone did ring but it wasn’t Sam. It was Dean. Dean, you still liked. Dean, you still talked to every once in a while, getting updates on their lives… Sam’s life.

“Dean, hey, long time, no talk.” You said once you picked up.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?” He asked, his voice strained a bit.

“Fine, are you okay?” You asked, noticing something was off right away.

“Yeah, I want to catch up, you know that, but I kind of need your help.”

“My help? What could you possibly need my help with? Don’t you have Sam and, I don’t know, and Angel?” You said, sighing deeply.

“Yeah, listen, Cas isn’t much help right now and I’m not with Sam. We’ve decided to take a break.”

“Wait, why? Is everything okay with you two?” You asked, worried that you were the one to cause a fight between the brothers.

“Yeah, no, everything is fine. Look, could you please meet me? Where are you?”

“In Wisconsin but sure, I’ll meet up with you if you promise to explain what is going on. Also, if you promise that Sam isn’t going to be there when I get there. I don’t know if I’m ready to see him right now.” You admitted, your voice getting lower with each word.

“I promise. I’ll text you the details. I really owe you one.”

“Yeah, you do, Winchester.” You said, hanging up shortly after. You sighed, seeing the details Dean had sent your way. You had no idea what was going on with him but this was Dean, of course you were going to help him. A small part of you hoped that he lied and that Sam really was going to be there. But, based on the way he treated you, you hoped that he wasn’t.

You got to the isolated house that Dean had invited you to and got out of your car, looking around the place. There was nothing for miles and you wondered why Dean was here, out of all places. Was he hiding form someone? Was he hiding someone here? You had a ton of questions but they would only get answered if you walked inside the house.

You saw the Impala and immediately, your mind was filled with memories of you and Sam and the nights spent in the backseat. You sighed, shaking them out of your brain for the time being. You couldn’t help Dean if your mind was filled with Sam. At least he wasn’t going to be here.

You walked up to the front door and found it unlocked, walking inside without waiting for someone to come to the door.

“Dean! I’m here!” You said, closing the door with a heavy thud.

“Dean, you called her here?” You froze at the sound of the one person who you dreaded seeing. You slowly walked into the living room and saw Dean bickering with his brother. Upon entering, both brothers pulled away with Dean looking at you and Sam looking at the ground.

“You said he wasn’t going to be here.” You said, looking at Sam who refused to look at you.

“Well, that shouldn’t matter, right? You’re already here and we do kind of need your help. We would call Cas but he’s been MIA for quite a while and we didn’t have anyone else to turn to.” Dean said sheepishly.

“There is literally 5 other people we could have called, Dean.” Sam said, his voice low as if he didn’t want you to hear it but you did. You sighed and felt your heartbreak at this. Sam scoffed when Dean didn’t say anything and left you and Dean alone.

“I think you better call someone else. I don’t think I’m wanted here.” You said, turning around to leave.

“No, stay, please?” Dean said, rushing over to you and grabbing your arm lightly. “Come on, we both need you here. We worked so well in the past. Come on, Y/N, please. For me?” You sighed and turned back around, your arm still in Dean’s hand. You stared into the green eyes that begged you to stay.

“Alright, fine, what are we dealing with?” You asked, trying to push the thought of Sam’s attitude into the back of your mind.

“A Nephilim. Look, you knew that Lucifer was going to be a problem before and you knew he impregnated a woman, right?” Dean said, letting your arm go.

“Don’t bother telling her this, Dean, I don’t think she could help.” Sam said, walking back into the room.

“Sam, please, don’t…” Dean said with a sigh.

“No, Dean, let Sam say what he wants. I think he forgot who it was that helped him finish not one, not two, not even three, but a ton of cases because he was too dumb to figure it out for himself.” You said, glaring at Sam. You thought that once you saw Sam, you would realize how stupid you two were being and forgive each other but that clearly wasn’t the case. He didn’t want you here, well, you were going to make sure that you would stay here.

“Are you forgetting who had to save your ass because you got yourself captured not one, not twice, not even three times but a ton of times?” Sam retorted. You were about to say something when Dean cut you off.

“Both of you, knock it off! Sam, how is Jack?” Dean said, looking at his brother.

“He won’t stop staring at me. He won’t even let me enter the room.” Sam said, sighing.

“Who is Jack?” You asked.

“Lucifer’s son.” Dean said, looking at you.  

“Lucifer has a son? You didn’t get Kelly to kill the baby?” You gasped, hitting Dean in the arm.

“Hey, she tried to. She actually tried to kill herself but Jack wouldn’t let her. We need your help with him. He won’t listen to any of us and we thought that he might listen to you.” Dean said, giving you those puppy eyes again.

“Ugh, fine, but only for you, Dean. It’s bad enough Sam is here.” You said, glaring at Sam before pushing past both Winchesters. You left the room but stayed by the door to hear what they were saying because you knew that as soon as you left, an argument would erupt.

“Dean, why the hell did you invite her here?” Sam said, glaring at his brother.

“You know why, Sam. You’re pissy every single day and frankly, it’s getting on my damn nerve. Now, you let her walk away the first time, don’t make that mistake again.” Dean said, glaring at Sam. Neither brother was backing down from this.

You got tears but wouldn’t let them fall. You sighed and walked down the hallway to the only bedroom in the house. You sighed and knocked on the door just so Jack would know you were coming in. You didn’t wait for him to answer you and you opened the door, seeing the frightened child huddled in the corner.

“Hi, Jack, you don’t know me but my name is Y/N.” You said, seeing his eyes glow yellow upon you stepping into the room. Shit, that wasn’t good.

“Okay, look, I know you’re scared right now. Your mother just died and your father is locked away right now but I won’t hurt you.” You tried again, walking a bit closer to him. He growled, seeing how you were getting closer and you stopped, fearful that he would kill you.

“Look, Jack, I’m sorry this is how you were brought into the world. It’s a shitty world right now but just let me help you. I’m not your mom, I know this, but if you let me, I would like to try. Sam and Dean, they won’t hurt you. They’re good people. They’re just confused because, well, we’ve never met a Nephilim before. You understand, right?” You said, trying to be gentler with him. He stopped his growling but his eyes stayed yellow.

“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared, but not of you. Look, I can see you’re hurt, you’re bleeding. Let me help you.” You said, staring into his eyes. He sighed and his eyes turned back to their normal color. You smiled, sitting on the bed, waiting for him to come to you.

He got up slowly and walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed. He reluctantly gave you his arm where you saw a cut was. You looked into his eyes and smiled, looking at the wound. You were about to get up and get the first aid kit when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You said. The door opened and when Jack saw Sam and Dean, he growled, his eyes turning yellow.

“Hey, Jack, it’s okay. I told you they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them hurt you.” You said, looking at him. He looked at you and nodded, calming down.

“I’m going to get the first aid kit, so I’ll be right back.” You said to Jack, getting up from the bed but he gripped your arm tightly, not wanting you to leave.

“Jack, hey, it’s okay, I’ll be right back.” You said, looking at him.

“No, stay.” He said.

“Okay, fine, will one of you get the kit?” You asked Sam or Dean, sitting back on the bed. Dean left before his brother got a chance to, leaving you and Sam to stare at one another.

“Wow, you’re better with him than Dean and I.” Sam said, not knowing where to look.

“Yeah, go figures, huh? I’m surprised you left him in this room all by himself. You were so far up my ass, you barely let me breathe on my own.” You said, glaring at Sam.

“Oh, I was up your ass? How could I be, when you left to go on hunts by yourself? Did you have no regards to other people’s feelings?” Sam asked, stepping into the room. Jack’s grip on you tightened and you turned to him, putting a hand on his back.

“It’s okay, Jack. We’re not fighting. No, if we were fighting, Sam would be yelling shit left and right, throwing things to make him more macho.” You said. Sam was about to yell at you when Dean came back to the room.

“God, what is with you two lately? You used to be in love with each other.” Dean said, handing you the kit. You turned to Jack and patched up his arm. Smiling at him when he was good as new. You figured since he was new to this world, his powers haven’t taken effect yet.

“Yeah, Dean, used to, as in, not anymore. It’s funny how a person can change so much.” You said, looking at Sam while you said it.

“I changed? You were the one who left me.” Sam said.

“Yeah! Because you were obsessive! You barely let me leave the Bunker and if I did, you wanted to come with. Like, dude, have you heard of personal space?” You accused him.

“It’s not my fault I wanted to protect you! Sorry, I cared too much!” Sam said with a glare. You were about to say something when you looked at Jack.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, okay?” You said. Jack nodded and he laid on the bed. You sighed and moved Sam and Dean out of the room. You hated fighting in front of children, you didn’t care if this child was a Nephilim.

You stormed away from the bedroom and to your bag, throwing the first aid kit on the couch. You grabbed your bag and sighed.

“No, Y/N, where are you going? We need you.” Dean said, pushing his brother to the side.

“No, Dean, you don’t!” You said, turning around with tears in your eyes. “I don’t want to stay here when the person I love the most hates me and can’t stand to be around me. I’m leaving, Dean, and this time, I’m not coming back.” You looked at Sam to see him carry a guilty look but you didn’t care.

You left the house, walking to your car. You needed to get away from here or else your heart would break even more. You threw your bag in the backseat and was about to get in the car when a voice stopped you.

“Y/N, wait…” Sam said with a sigh, sticking his hands in his pockets. You didn’t turn around because if you did, your heart would break more.

“Sam, just go away. I don’t want to hear it.”

“I love you. I don’t hate you.” He blurted out, making you freeze. You turned around and looked at him, your angry façade crumbling.

“You love me?”

“I never stopped.”

“I don’t understand, Sam.” You started to say but Sam cut you off.

“No, listen, I know I’ve acted like a dick, asshole, douchebag, whatever you want to call me, I’ve acted like it and you didn’t deserve any of it. I hated watching you walk out but I hated myself for not stopping you. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He said, sighing deeply.

“Then, why did you? Sam, why were you treating me like a child? I know for damn certain it wasn’t because you didn’t want me to hunt alone. That’s bullshit.” You said, needing an explanation.

“I wanted to protect you…” Sam said, trailing off.

“No, Sam, don’t give me that. How you treated me, that wasn’t protection, that was possession.” You said, taking a few steps closer to him.

“No, you don’t get it, Y/N. I watched Jessica burn on the ceiling. I could have protected her but I didn’t. I pulled in Eileen into this life we live and she died because of me. I couldn’t protect her. Everyone I meet, dies and it’s all my fault. I couldn’t let that happen to you. You’re the love of my life and if you died because of me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Pushing you away seemed like the easier choice.” Sam said, looking at the ground.

Your heart quenched at this and you sighed, walking closer to him, putting your hands on his chest. You made him look at you and you stared into his eyes.

“Sam, I know how to take care of myself. I appreciate you wanting to protect me and look out for me but you can’t be there all the time. I married you because I felt safe with you, because I love you. That will never change no matter how much of a dick you act like. I married you because you’re Sam Winchester. You protect me just by being there for me.” You said, moving your hands to around his neck.

He placed his hands on your waist and you could see the tears in his eyes.

“I love you so much.” Sam whispered.

“I love you.” You said, standing up on your toes and pressing your lips against his. You haven’t felt at home in a while but you were home right now. You knew that you and Sam would be okay from this moment forward. You two would face the whole world together but it didn’t matter as long as he was by your side.

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The Sam Fam:

Then the vomiting started and the loss of appetite, along with bloating and diarrhea. You tried to hide it from the boys and so far, it has been working but Sam, your loving and wonderful boyfriend, notices something off about you.

You get up in the middle of the night to throw up, even if it was nothing at all before getting back into bed. You wouldn’t let Sam touch you anymore, much less kiss you. You didn’t want him knowing what was going on because when you were sick, he was the worst mother hen of all time.

He would stop hunting all together just to take care of you and you knew he was doing it because he cared and loved you but it got annoying sometimes to have him up your ass 24/7. You didn’t want Dean to know because then Sam would find out and Dean is almost as bad as Sam.

At least Dean knew when you gave him the death glare, he needed to stop. You tried to be quiet as you got out of bed early in the morning before Sam got up for his morning run. You rushed out of your shared bedroom and to the bathroom.

You barely had enough time to sink to your knees by the toilet before you were puking your dinner up from last night. If there was one thing you absolutely hated, it would be vomiting. You hated what it did to your body and you hated how it made you feel.

Your throat would be sore and your stomach would hurt when you threw up nothing. As much as you didn’t want to, you would force yourself to eat something or to drink something just so you had something to throw up when the time came.

You knew it would pass in a couple of days but this was torture for you.

You threw up one more time before you felt someone gathering your hair out of your head into a makeshift ponytail. Sam’s large hand rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. You groaned, pushing yourself away from the toilet, flushing it before you stood up.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You said, going to the sink to brush your teeth.

“Are you okay? You’ve been throwing up for the past couple of days.” Sam asked, concerned for you.

“It’s nothing, Sam, I’m fine. Don’t you have a run to go on?” You said, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth. He sighed and left the bathroom, trying to figure out why you’ve been acting this way.

You left the bathroom and back to your room but Sam was nowhere left to be found. That was odd because he couldn’t have gotten dressed that fast. You walked down the hall to Dean’s room where you saw his door ajar.

Dean never left his door opened unless someone was inside. You crept to the door, making yourself hidden and peeked inside to see Sam by the bed, blocking your view of Dean. You tried to listen what they were saying.

“Dean, I have no idea what is going on with her.” Sam said, freaking out a bit. Dean yawned and you knew Sam woke him up upon entering his room.

“Maybe she’s sick?” Dean asked in the form of a question.

“No, she would have told me if she was or not.”

“Maybe she’s pregnant.” Dean said with a chuckle. You were about to let out a chuckle yourself when you heard what Sam said.

“No, don’t play with me like that. She can’t be pregnant. We always use a condom, man. Why would you even think that?” Sam said, freaking out even more. You frowned, looking at your stomach. Yes, you were bloated which may have looked like a very tiny baby bump but why was Sam reacting like this? You thought he loved you.

“Dude, I was just joking, calm down. Plus, what if she was?” Dean asked.

“Dean, we can’t bring a baby into this world. It’s so dangerous. Plus, I don’t think I’m ready to be a dad.” Sam freaked out some more. You got tears, letting them fall. You had heard enough. He doesn’t want a kid with you and he may or may not love you anymore which broke your heart.

You walked away from the door and back to the bathroom, shutting it before letting yourself break. After a few long moments, you heard Sam’s heavy footfalls walk past the bathroom to his room to get ready for a run.

You didn’t know what to do with this information.

You were in the library when Sam got back. You were with Dean and you two were trying to find a new case to go on. You decided not to say anything about what you heard because you didn’t want to hurt yourself even more.

Sam walked straight past you without a word so he could shower and get dressed. You wanted to cry but you didn’t want to do it in front of Dean.

“You find anything?” Dean asked, sipping his coffee.

“No.” You said, trying to keep your voice under control.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, noticing your tone.

“Fine, Dean.” You said, ending the discussion. He decided to keep his mouth shut. There was nothing worse than an angry pregnant woman, in his opinion. Sam came back 20 minutes later all dressed. He looked at you and sighed, knowing he needed to talk to you about this.

“Hey, Y/N, can we talk?” You looked up at Sam with an eyeroll but crossed your arms.

“Okay, talk.” You said, annoyed.

“Privately?” He asked, glancing at Dean.

“No, whatever you can say in front of me, you can say in front of Dean.” Both Dean and Sam looked at each other and Dean shrugged at your behavior. Sam sighed and nodded, standing straight.

“I know.”

“Know what, Sam?” You asked. Sam looked at Dean again, uncomfortable that he was there but he just decided to come out and say it.

“That you’re pregnant.”

“Excuse me? Do I look pregnant?” You asked, scoffing as you stood up. Dean whistled lowly but other than that, stayed quiet.

“Well, no, but you’re throwing up these days and I assumed…”

“You assumed I was pregnant? No, Sam, I have food poisoning. Thanks to Dean and that shitty diner he took us to, I got food poisoning because of that.” You said with a glare.

“Hey!” Dean said, offended by this.

“Plus, why would it matter if I were pregnant or not? Just because you may not be ready, doesn’t mean you should be freaked out by this. Yeah, I heard what you said to Dean this morning. We can damn well bring a baby into this word and don’t you say we can’t. I would be a fantastic mother; do you understand that?” You yelled at him, getting tears.

“I have to be somewhere.” Dena said, getting up and racing out of the library so fast, it was impressive.

“No, sweetheart, you got the wrong idea. I know you would be a fantastic mother. Yeah, I freaked out but you apparently didn’t hear the rest of our conversation because if you did, you wouldn’t be acting like this.” Sam said, walking to you.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, feeling your stomach ache in pain.

“I was telling Dean how excited I am. I’m not scared at all by that. I would have been excited because then that means we would have a mini you or a mini me running around here and the thought of that makes me very happy.

“I’m 34-years-old and I have the most amazing woman by my side. Having a child with her would be amazing and I have no doubt we can do it together.” Sam said, taking your hands in his, kissing the backs of them.

You smiled at Sam, your heart fluttered at his words. You knew you weren’t contagious but you were about to throw up and you didn’t want to get any of that in Sam’s mouth. You didn’t say anything as you rushed to the kitchen, kneeling by the trash can. You threw up, emptying your breakfast.

Sam was right behind you, pulling your hair into a ponytail and comforting you. You groaned when you were done, standing up on shaky legs. You walked over to the kitchen and washed out your mouth with water, trying to get the bad taste out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry you got the wrong idea.” Sam said in a gentle voice.

“I’m sorry for flipping out so easily. This should pass within a day or two so don’t worry, I’m not pregnant.” You said with a soft smile.

“Do you want to be?” Your eyes snapped to his to see if he was joking but he was dead serious.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I think we’re ready for this and I promise not to freak out.” Sam said with a chuckle.

“One day we will. But I like having you all to myself.” You said with a grin.

“Fair enough.” He chuckled. You walked out of the kitchen and back to the library where you could continue your research.

“Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? We could have avoided all of this.”

“You’re worse at being mother hen than I am, Sam. I love you but I can’t handle that much Sam right now.”

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Sam Fam:

“Okay, have fun.” He said with a wink and you rolled your eyes at his suggestive nature.

“We’re not doing that, Dean. We’re just taking a walk.” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, besides, it’s not Spring.” You said with a smirk, hinting at something else. Dean chuckled and nodded while Sam slapped your arm playfully.

“You’re not supposed to tell him that.” He said with a chuckle. You shrugged and smiled, looking at Dean.

“Don’t wait up for us.” You said, taking Sam’s hand and leading him out of the Bunker to begin your nightly walk. You always went when it was dusk, dark enough to where it was romantic but light enough outside to where you could still see where you were going. Especially living by the Bunker where there are no other lights in the area.

You and Sam enjoyed the company of one another, talking about literally anything that came to mind. You loved Sam with all your heart and you were glad that after 2 years of dating, you were still high on each other, always learning something new about him.

You’ve been living with him and Dean for a lot longer than that, always keeping your relationship with Sam platonic to not jeopardize your working relationship with him. You loved hunting with him and Dean and you didn’t want to have to leave if things got awkward with Sam.

However, one night, you were just peacefully reading in your room when Sam barged in and didn’t do anything except storm over to you and kissed you. You wondered where this was coming from but you didn’t complain.

After that, you guys talked and 2 years down the road, here you were. You were happier than before but you guess that was just because of Sam. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone other than him.

“Are you cold?” Sam asked, noticing you pulling your jacket closer to your body.

“Just a little. I didn’t realize how much the weather drops out here.” You said with a smile. Sam chuckled and he put an arm around you, pulling you into his body.

“Better?”

“Much. I don’t understand you at all. You’re a walking space heater. Don’t you ever get hot?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Not really.” He chuckled. You nodded and continued to walk the path Sam took when he jogged, entering the woods that surrounded the Bunker. You knew this path like the back of your hand, knowing which roots to steps over and which tree not to run into.

You often went jogging with Sam, but lately you haven’t been going. It was just too cold out in the mornings.

“You know, Halloween is coming up. We should do something special with the Bunker.” You said as you walked.

“Like what? You know Dean doesn’t really celebrate holidays.”

“He is this year. I’m going to decorate it and have a kick ass party there. Just you wait.” You said with a grin, walking further into the woods. The path Sam took led you further into the woods and then just when you thought you were lost, you take a swift left and you’re out of the woods in a few minutes or so.

As you walked further, you saw a soft glow of something in the distance. You frowned and pulled away from Sam slightly, your hunter instincts taking over. You didn’t know what this was or if you would need to fight. You hoped not since this time was supposed to be about you and Sam.

“What is that up there?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it on our walks before.” Sam replied, taking caution as well. As you began to get closer and closer, you saw that there was no danger ahead, just a lantern, hanging on a wooden post.

You frowned because you never saw that lantern here before which meant that someone put it here between the time you got down with your walk last night to now. Strange.

“What is this doing out here?” You wondered, walking closer to it. It was lit, giving off slight warmth who stood directly underneath it.

“I’m not sure.” Sam said, trying to overthink it. As you stood underneath it, you smiled, feeling the warmth come from the fire inside. Sam stepped closer to you and you looked into his sparkling eyes, noticing the dimples on his cheeks pop out the wider his smile got.

“You know what this reminds me of?” You asked, taking his hands and pulling him closer.

“What?”

“Mistletoe. Let’s pretend this is our autumn mistletoe.” You stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him. When his mouth enveloped yours, you moaned in appreciation, kissing him back.

After that night, that lantern never moved, never left its spot. You didn’t know how it got there but that was always your mistletoe, your little romantic place to escape.

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Pie was one of Dean’s favorite things to eat. No matter where he was or whatever the place he was eating at, he would always order pie for dessert. He loved all kinds of pie which made it more special since he could never get bored with any kind of flavor.

One of the things you loved about yourself was hat cooking was one of your specialties. You learned from Dean who learned from John who learned from Mary. Dean was one of the best cooks you knew but lately, he’s been so busy lately that when he goes to eat, he doesn’t have time for pie.

He barely has time to eat the food that he has and for Dean, that is saying something. Food was one of Dean’s favorite things in the world and seeing him not finish his meals, broke your heart a bit. Luckily, though, you convinced John to take his case with Bobby so it could give Dean a break from everything.

Even John knew something was wrong with Dean if he wasn’t finishing his food. Dean barely got enough sleep so he was sleeping through the day but you wanted to do something special for him.

He rarely gets appreciated but this would change because you wanted to make him a delicious pie, a cherry pie. That was his favorite. You already had all the ingredients since you bought them earlier in the week so you could wait for this moment.

You got out the pan and the ingredients, making sure you wouldn’t wake him. From the lack of food and sleep, you knew he would be out like a light. You turned the oven on for it to heat up while you prepared.

“What are you doing?” You heard Sam say. You snapped your head to him who just came out of the bathroom from a very relaxing shower.

“I am making your brother a pie. Want to help?” You looked at him. He thought it over and shrugged, walking over to you, shaking his long hair out before he came to you. You knew that boy would grow even longer hair when he’s older.

“Sure.” Sam said, washing his hands before doing anything else.

“Alright. Can you start making the dough?” You asked, gabbing the cherries and the cherry filling.

“Right, and how is that done again?” Sam asked sheepishly. You smiled at him, realizing you or Dean never really taught him how to cook.

“Right, I forgot we didn’t teach you this yet. It’s simple really,” You said, walking over to him. You told him which ingredients to mix and how hard he should knead the bread. “Think you can manage that?”

“Yeah, I think I can manage kneading some bread.” Sam said, teasing you back.

“Alright, just checking.” You said, winking at him. He smiled, his dimples proudly on display.

“You know, I don’t know why you don’t like pie.” You said, cutting up the seedless cherries in half. You were mixing the real cherries with the filling to give it a bit of texture.

“That kind of things are unhealthy. I need to take care of my body if I am going to be a hunter.” He said, not convincing you at all.

“And what’s the real reason you eat like that?” You said, raising one eyebrow at him. “I know damn well it isn’t because of hunting.”

“You’re right. I want to do more in life. I want to be healthy and live long. I can’t do that if I eat the shit that Dean does.” He said. Even though Dean ate all kinds of crap, he still was a beautiful man and had a very beautiful body.

“Do you want to hunt?” You asked, mixing the filling and the real cherries, leaving some cherries to layer it with.

“Why do you ask?” Sam said, kneading the dough.

“Sam, I know you better than you think. I’ve seen your interest for hunting fade away. So, what do you want to do in life?” You asked, walking over to him and started to fill the premade crust with the filling you mixed.

“I want to go to Stanford and study pre-law.” He admitted quietly to you, knowing he couldn’t hide things from you.

“I’ve seen your grades. With that track record, you’ll be getting a full ride in no time.” You said, looking at him with a small smile.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” He asked.

“Mad about what? That you don’t want to hunt?” You asked, lightly placing the seedless cherries you didn’t cut on top of the filling. “Sam, I admire you. I admire your ambition and I hope that you never lose that. Ever since you were a baby, I never wanted this for you. I know I’m not your mom and I know I’m not a Winchester but I’m serious. If you find something you like and want to pursue, then do it.”

Sam took the dough that was finished and walked over to you and handed it to you. You took it with a smile and sprinkled flour on the counter so it wouldn’t stick.

“What about you? Do you want something more?” He asked, wondering what to do next. You put him in front of you and handed him the roller.

“Make it flat and cut out medium sized strips for me to use.” You instructed. He nodded and took the roller, rolling the dough flat.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Sam said, putting effort into it.

“It’s too late for me anyways so it doesn’t really matter what I want.” You said with a sigh, putting away the cherries you didn’t use.

“Of course, you can still choose. You’re not dead, are you?” Sam asked with a scoff, cutting the dough like how you asked him to.

“No, I’m not, but when you’ve been hunting for 12 years of your life and not 4 like you, you can’t turn your back on this. People need people like me and Dean and your father. They need people like you but you’re young enough to do the things you want.” You said, grabbing the stripes that he already cut up.

You started to weave them together and soon Sam was out of dough to cut and you were out of dough to weave.

“If it helps, you’re a really good hunter.” Sam said with a smile.

“Thanks, Sam. I bet you’ll be a great lawyer one day. Don’t let your dad scare you. If you want to leave, leave. This is your life so live it the way you want,” You said, patting his shoulder. “Thanks for the help.”

You let out a soundless sigh and thought about the words you just spoke to Sam. You wished someone told that to you when you were his age. Maybe your life would have been different.

“For what it’s worth, you’re just as much as a Winchester as I am.” Sam said, smiling at you.

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What the hell were you doing here? Where were Sam and Dean? Why were you in a house you had no memory being in. The last thing you remember was hunting down some witches before going to sleep at the Bunker. Then, when you woke up, you looked like you were in a fucking Disney movie.

You got up from the bed and bit your lip, wondering what the hell was going on here. This place was a tiny apartment/house kind of thing so you opened the front door and walked out, already dressed to start the day.

Immediately upon leaving, your mouth opened and you started to sing. What the fuck was going on?

Little town, it's a quiet village Every day like the one before Little town, full of little people Waking up to say…

Wait, this was the song from Beauty and the Beast. What was going ON?

There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Every morning just the same Since the morning that we came To this poor, provincial town

“Good morning, Belle!” The baker said with a smile. You knew this movie like the back of your hand and you were glad that you had those nightly Disney movies with Sam otherwise, you were sure he would be lost. You couldn’t say the same thing about Dean, though but you hoped for the best.

“Good morning, Monsieur!” You said with a smile.

“Where are you off to?”

“To return a book! It’s such an amazing story about two lovers.” You said with a grin but the baker didn’t return it.

“Sounds boring.” You rolled your eyes slightly and walked away from him, the rest of the town’s people singing to the song you started. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You really wanted to know who Dean was and who Sam was.

Before this all started, you and Sam were always more than friends but you never really crossed that line. It was just hours upon hours of endless teasing and Dean to tell us to fuck already but you never did. You liked flirting with him because it was safe.

Yes, you wanted something more with him and yes, you might love him as a boyfriend but he didn’t need to know that.

You walked over to the bookshop and inside, smiling at the owner of the little shop.

“Ah, Belle! Good morning!”

“Good morning, I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.”

“Finished already?” He asked, watching as you put the book back where it belonged.

“You kidding me? I couldn’t put it down! Do you have anything new?”

“Not since a few days ago.”

“Well, that’s alright. Could I borrow this one again?” You asked, picking out a book you saw was familiar.

“You’ve already read that twice now!”

“Of course, I have. It’s my favorite.”

“Then it’s yours.” He said with a chuckle.

“Are you sure?”

“I insist!” He smiled.

“Thank you very much!” You smiled and left the store, the towns people still singing like they’re supposed to. You walked over to the fountain and sat down, reading the book again as if you’ve never read it. You were pretending to read it since you weren’t interested in what was in the book.

You just needed to find Sam and Dean. You had a feeling where Sam was and poor Sam, he must be freaking out all alone in that castle. But Dean, on the other hand could be a handful of people. You just had to figure out which one.

“Y/N?” You heard your real name which could mean one thing. You looked up from your book and smiled widely when you saw that Dean was in fact… Gaston.

“My name is Belle.” You said, looking up at him.

“Of course… Belle… I would know that because I’m…” Dean was trying really hard to remember who he was. You knew that this would be a disaster.

“Gaston.” You whispered to him.

“Right! Gaston! Well, come with me and I’ll show you my… trophies.” He said with a wink.

“No, thank you.” You said, pushing away from him. You knew Dean has seen this movie a couple of times so he would be able to at least have some idea how to play Gaston. If not, you didn’t know how long you might be stuck in here.

“Come on, sweetheart, you know you want this.” He said, grabbing your arm. You knew Dean would never hurt you because you were like family to him but you didn’t know about Gaston. You were about to say something when you heard your character’s name being called.

“Belle! Belle!” You looked up to see your father exiting out of your little cottage. You shrugged out of Dean’s grip and looked up at him.

“I have to go help my father.” You rushed off before he could get another chance to say anything else. You rushed to your dad, knowing how much he needed his help.

“Ah! Belle! I’m so glad you’re here. I got that invention working! I’m going to take it down to the fair! Oh, Belle, this is going to be a life changer!” He said with a smile.

“Really, papa? That’s amazing! Let me go get Phillipe and I’ll help you.” You said, going to where you kept your horse and brought it back to your dad. You had no idea, even while watching the movie, where they kept the horse but it was like all of Belle’s memories suddenly became yours.

This was so fucking weird.

You helped your father get the horse ready and as soon as he was, you smiled up at him.

“Good luck!”

“Thank you my angel. Take care while I’m gone!” He said and then he was off, leaving you and your home. You knew what was going to happen to him but you had to pretend like you didn’t just send your father to his potential death.

You sighed, biting your lip as you held the new book in your hand. You knew what happened next so you walked to your house, getting ready to face Dean once again.

This is the part of the movie where you’re sitting in your cottage, reading the book you got this morning. It was kind of peaceful, knowing that you didn’t have a monster to worry about or some other hunting kind of shit that always got you down.

Sitting here, made you think of how crazy your life is. You had a sinking feeling who put you in this little world and when you got back, you were sure going to kick his feathery ass for doing so. All you have to do was get through this movie but honestly, you were waiting for when you met Sam.

But you had to get through Dean first.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You got up from your spot on the couch and walked over to the door, opening it since you knew who it was.

“Gaston, what a pleasant surprise.” You said in a deadpan voice. Dean chuckled and winked, getting the hang of his character a lot better. But in reality, Dean was like Gaston a lot more than one would think. Dean walked in but stopped when he saw himself in the mirror.

“I’m just full of surprises, now, aren’t I? You know, I was walking around this really small town and all the girls seem to love me.” He said, looking around the cottage. It was just you and him so you could be yourselves for a little bit.

“Yeah, because you’re Gaston. All the ladies love Gaston except for Belle, or me, in this case.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Where’s Sam and why are we here, exactly?” Dean asked, breaking his character.

“I believe he is the Beast which makes sense considering he has the body and the hair for it. Plus, it makes sense that we get together, I mean, we practically are back in our world.”

“Yeah, please, kiss and get it all out there.”

“And to answer your other question, I think Gabriel put us here. Why? I’m not exactly sure, but once we are out, I am so going to kick his ass.” You said with a laugh.  

“And how do you think we can get out? By acting our parts?”

“Exactly that. Which reminds me, I have to go sing a little song and then visit Sam.” You said with a smile, getting ready to be into character again.

“Wait, you have to help me. I don’t watch these girly movies with you and Sam. I don’t honestly know what to expect.” Dean asked, pleading with you.

“Oh no, big boy, this is payback for all the times I asked you for help and you didn’t give me any. But I’m not mean, like you. I’ll give you one pointer.” You said, walking to the door with him.

“Come on, Y/N, what is it?” Dean pleaded, following you. You opened the door and saw that there was a crowd of people waiting outside. It looked as if there was a wedding going to go on with the things that they were carrying.

Typical Dean.

“I’m very sorry, Gaston, but I just don’t deserve you.” You said, pushing him a little. Dean wasn’t sure what was going on and tripped as you pushed him. He fell into the mud below and you smirked, seeing his glare at you.

“Bye Gaston.” You said, smiling and waving at him. You closed the door and laughed because that was fun. But you had a job to do so you looked out the peephole and watched as Lefou tried comforting him. You giggled and watched as they walked away.

Okay, song time.

You opened the door and peered your head out as if you didn’t know they were gone. When the coast was clear, you walked out of the house, singing the song that was meant for the scene.

Can you imagine? Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless…

Madame Gaston Can't you just see it? Madame Gaston His little wife, ugh

No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it I want much more than this provincial life!

You sang, walking around your little cottage, taking in the scenery and feeding the little animals.

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere I want it more than I can tell And for once it might be grand To have someone understand I want so much more than they've got planned...

You sang each note perfectly, having perfected it because of how many times you’ve seen the movie. You couldn’t wait to sing with Sam since you knew he had a wonderful voice. He just didn’t sing very often and you had no idea why.

Once you got done singing, you heard the whine of a horse. You looked in that direction to see Phillipe come running towards you. You tried to get him to calm down when he reached you, petting his mane.

“Calm, boy. It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s go find our dad, huh?” You said, taking off the wagon that was still attached to him. You got his saddle on and got on, leading him back to where he came from. You looked back and made eye contact with Dean, sighing when you looked back to the woods.

You knew exactly where you were going and before you knew it, you were outside of the castle’s gates. You saw your father’s hat on the ground and you continued on the horse until you saw the front doors. You got off Phillipe and tied him to a tree.

“Wait right here and I’ll go get him.” You said, earning a snort from the horse. You walked to the doors and you opened it, walking inside.

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