#steakout

You collected your things and stood, letting people past before you started making your own way to the door, smiling politely at people.

“Wait.” A few people glanced back, but his finger was pointed at you. Then he crooked it and beckoned you over. “Who are you?”

“I’m sorry?” you gave him a confused look.

He gave a slight shake of his head, studying you again. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“Now I’m just insulted. I mean, okay, I’m nothing special to look at but, come on.” He gave you a confused look. “I’ve been here all semester.” Now he looked doubtful. “I also take your World Religions class. Come on, Mr Winchester. Are you feeling okay? Did you get hit on the head?”

“What’s your name?”

“Jess.” There was a flash of something in his eyes, pain? “Albright?” you gave him a small smile. “I’ve been at this school for two years, you can check my file.”

“No-uh, no.. I just..” his face was scrunched up as he tried to wrack his brain for that name. “Religion, myth and lore? Why? I mean, this is a class on Vampires..”

“Dracula is a classic.” You shrugged with a teasing smile. “I like to travel. I like to know what I’m in for when I visit new places and new people. The traditions are fascinating. Beautiful, really. I’m also taking a few language classes.” you smiled at him. “Dads getting a little pissed about it, wants me in the family business, but I’m having fun learning.”

Half of his mouth pulled up into a smile and he let out a soft scoff. “Yeah, I know something about that.”

“Was there anything else, Mr Winchester? Because I really need to get going.” you pointed towards the door.

“Oh, no. Please, I’m sorry.” he stepped back and motioned towards the door. You smiled and started past him. When you were about half way to the door, he spoke again. “What languages are you taking?”

“Here? Latin.” you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “But I’m also learning Sanskrit. Or trying to..”

“Dead languages?”

“Hoping to find some interesting reads.” you sent him a wink. “See you next class.”

“Never thought I’d see you behind the wheel of a shitbox like this.” you chuckled as you dropped into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind you.

“Can’t exactly park the Impala out here and expect to stay incognito.”

“True. Hey, thought you said your brother was out of this life?”

“Sammy?” Dean looked over at you. “He is, why?”

“Looks like he’s raising the next generation.” You tossed your books onto Dean’s lap.

“What’s this?”

“From his classes. Religions, mythology and lore.. He’s teaching it all, Dean. He’s teaching them what they need to know and they don’t even know it.” Dean smiled to himself as he flipped through the notes. “He saw me, talked to me.” Dean's eyes shot up and over, the smile long gone. “Relax, old man. I fed him my cover. If he looks me up, I’m in the system.”

“Careful. Sammy isn’t easily fooled. He’s the smarter Winchester.” Dean muttered, closing the notebook and looking out over the parking lot as if afraid he’d been spotted too.

“He’s not. He knows what you taught him, what he learned in books. You taught me that shit too, Dean. You taught all of us.”

He tried to hide the smile that pulled at his lips and instead tossed your books back into your lap. “Just help me keep an eye on him. Don’t get fucking caught.” he pointed a finger at you.

“I won’t. Stay safe, Dean.”

“You too, kid.” Dean watched you get out, and head back towards the building. Once you were out of sight, he glanced back across to the other row of cars where he has a clear view of the Dodge Charger with plates in Sam’s name. Shifting lower in his seat, he got comfortable and pulled out the files he’d been reading all morning. Until he got a break in this case, he was going to keep an eye on his brother.

There was a pounding on your door, and you hurried over, looking out through the small peep hole before opening it. “Mr Winchester!” you gave a cautious glance back towards the kitchen. “ What are you-”

“Who are you?” You opened your mouth to answer, but he wagged a finger at you as he pushed past and entered into your front room. “Don’t bullshit me this time.” Once he was in the room, his back to you, he looked around before turning to face you as you shut the front door. “You’re not a damn student.”

“How’d you figure me out?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, you’re in the system. And it’s a damn good paper trail, but no one else can remember you before last week, either. The name wasn’t even in the damn system until you showed up in my class. You’re names not even Jess, is it?”

“What makes you say that?”

“I looked into that too. Jessica Gladyse Albright was barely 6 months old when she died back in 1982. Were you even born yet? Because I sure as fuck wasn’t.” He was glaring at you, angry. “So why are you here? Me?” You gave him a small nod. “What the hell do you want with me?”

“Relax, Sammy. She’s with me.”

Sam spun around to find Dean leaning on the doorway that lead to the kitchen. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, good to see you too, little brother.” Dean rolled his eyes as he pushed off and started into the room. “Been a long time.”

“What the hell is going on?” Sam looked between the two of you.

“You’re in danger.” Sam’s eyes settled on you when you spoke.

“She’s right, Sammy. Supernatural world finally remembered that I’m not the only living Winchester. And that the only thing I care about in this world is-”

“You.” you finished for him, and he shot you a look.

“Who’s she?” Sam pointed at you.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you held out a hand, not that he took it. Bringing your hand back to your side you sighed. “Real name this time, I promise. I’m from the Men of Letters.”

“Men of what?”

“He doesn’t know?” you looked at Dean who shook his head.

“We’ve got a lot to catch up on.” Dean licked his lips and motioned towards the couch, but Sam refused to move. “We’re legacies, but the American chapter was defunct. I started it back up.”

“Some of us can’t shake what happened to us.” Sam looked from his brother to you. “We can’t ignore what's out there. Dean took us in, taught us.” you smiled big and bright. “You should see the library, Sam. Everything there is to know about everything supernatural. The experiments they did…” you let out a soft sigh.

“You and dead languages is starting to make sense..” his eyes shifted to the floor as he processed. “What’s after me?”

“What isn’t.” you half chuckled.

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