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“Earth to Dean! Will you pay attention already? I have to leave for dance soon, and we aren’t even half done. And stop playing with my hair!” I shove the Biology book away from me and glared at him. 

We are studying for our Biology test in the mostly empty library one day after school. Dean, who has been busy twirling one of my curls around his finger looks up in surprise. “I’m listening! Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Um…..Okay.” I reply warily.

“When do you get to be a teenager?” he asks quietly, his eyes meeting mine.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re always running to dance practice or studying. Why do you practice so much? When do you get to have fun? Do you even know how?” For once, his trademark smirk was missing, and his eyes looked sad.

.“I work so hard because I want to be a professional dancer. I want to go to Juilliard.  My mom works her ass off, but money’s been tight since my dad died.”  Tears filled my eyes. I was suddenly on the verge of bawling, but I couldn’t let Dean see me break down. “I…I need to get a book off the shelf, I’ll be right back.” I pushed back in my chair and ran into the stacks. I stopped in a corner, my chest heaving and tears pouring down my face.

“Y/N,” Dean said quietly, his hand on my shoulder.  “Are you okay?” I whirled around to face him, my back pressed against the bookshelf, and Dean’s tall form looming in front of me.

“You’re right, you know. I’ve been working so hard I’ve forgotten how to have fun,” I admitted sheepishly.

 He leaned in closer until our chests were practically touching. Reaching out, he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.  “Consider this lesson one,” he said in a thick voice as he leaned down and cradling the side of my jaw in his huge hand, he brushed his lips against mine. I jumped as though an electric current had jolted through me.

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I began to cut back on dancing to spend more time with Dean.  My teacher Miss Julia wasn’t happy about it, but she could see we were young and in love so she let it slide for the moment. It was hard, but I managed to find a balance between dance, school, and Dean.

I lost my virginity in the back of his dad’s ‘67 Impala, and that was the first time I told Dean that I loved him. I thought about him all the time. He was planning on working in his dad’s garage when we graduated, but the thought of being separated from him was getting harder and harder to bear.

“What’s going to happen to us if I get accepted to Juilliard?” I asked one day as we lay on the grass outside school studying for finals. “It’s all the way in New York. I don’t think I can stand to be that far away from you.” I said with a pout.

“What if I came with you? We can get a crap apartment somewhere, and I’ll get a job as a mechanic while you go to school.  At least we’ll be together.”

I jumped into his arms. “You would do that for me? But what about your Dad’s shop?”

He hugged me tightly. “I want to be where you are.”

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The news came a week before graduation. I had gotten a full scholarship to Juilliard! I couldn’t believe it and after telling Dean, I practically ran to the studio to tell Miss Julia. She asked me to take a seat in her office. “You are the most gifted dancer I have ever taught, Y/N.  I have no doubt you will go far.”

“Dean is moving to New York with me so we can be together. He is going to get a job while I go to school. Everything is working out.”

Miss Julia looked sadly at me. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t mention this. Having him go with you is a big mistake. You are going to be working harder than you’ve ever worked before, dancing 16-hour days.  You need to be at the top of your game, and keep your distractions to a minimum. End it now while there still is time.”

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’d tried to broach the subject with him, but it never went anywhere. Then graduation happened and we were leaving the next week. Finally, I  had no choice. He had just taken me to dinner and the words came spilling out. “Dean, we need to talk about something,” I began tentatively.

“Okay, shoot.”

“I don’t think you should come to New York with me,” I said in a rush.

“What? Why the hell not?” he demanded.

“I need to be focused on my dance, and you’ll just be a distraction.  I’ll always love you.” I tried reaching for him, but his eyes were cold as he backed away.

. “Are you sure this is what you want? If I leave now, we are done. And for the record, I think you’re making a terrible mistake.”

“I love you, but I think this is best for both of us,” I said sadly.

He shook his head in disbelief and headed for the door. “Have a nice life,” he told me sarcastically.  Hopping into the Impala, he lay his head on the steering wheel for a minute while his heart broke into a million pieces. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the black jewelers box and threw it on the passenger’s seat. “Guess I won’t be needing this.” Then he peeled out of the driveway.

I held out hope he would come and say goodbye when I left but he never did. I cried on the entire flight to New York.

Part 2

Damn, the years have been good to him!  I can’t stop staring and for a moment I am actually struck speechless by how attractive he is. You gave up HIM for dancing? Are you insane?? My inner bitch says mockingly.

Cass, sensing something is wrong, comes up next to me and coughs loudly to break me out of my trance.  "Hey Dean," I say weakly, holding out my hand to shake. 

"Y/N," he says curtly, ignoring my hand, so I drop it to my side. "I liked your mom.  Who's he?" he asks abruptly, glaring at Cass.

"So this is Dean?" Cass asks before giving Dean a brilliant smile, and not bothering to answer his question.  Jerk.

He gives Cass such a hard look his smile abruptly fades and then he looks annoyed.  Oh boy, here we go. "Dean this is my…….  This is Cass."  I don't owe him any explanations, so I leave it at that.  Cass makes things worse by putting his arm around me.  Now he’s just trying to cause trouble.

"Now listen here,"  Dean snaps as he sizes Cass up.

"No, you listen, Winchester. There is a time and a place for everything, and this just isn't the time." Cass informs him with a shake of his head.

I can tell that Dean's ready to blow, so I throw up a hand against his chest. "Please don't make a scene at my mother's funeral." I implore him, my hand clutching at his shirt.

He gazes down at my hand and nods silently before turning to leave, stopping to look back and stare at me intently before he does.

'Well that certainly was interesting," Cass remarks dryly.

The last person to come is my old dance teacher Miss Julia.  We hug and I introduce her to Cass. "I'd love to have you come down to the studio, for old times sake.  Do you have time for your old teacher?" she asks with a grin.

"For you,  I'll make the time," I promise.

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That night, Cass and I are sharing a pizza and a bottle of wine at my mom's house.

"So Dean….." Cass remarks offhandedly as he chews a bite of pizza.

"What about him?"

 "He looked like he wanted to rip my face off. He's a little intense, isn't he?" Cass comments as he pours more wine.  

"He's still angry.  I told him I loved him, and he was ready to drop everything for me, Cass. But Miss Julia told me he would ‘distract’ me, so I chose dance over him.  And he clearly hasn't forgiven me or forgotten."  Despite my best efforts, I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. I hastily wipe it away.

"If he'd only seen what leaving him cost you," Cass observed, taking my hand. "You were a mess. I didn't think you'd bounce back from it."

"Thank goodness I had you," I remarked with a soft smile.  “So are you up for visiting Miss Julia tomorrow? I want to take you to the studio and show you where I got my start.”

“Sure!” Cass said enthusiastically. “I want to see where tiny dancer Y/N took her first steps”.  

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When we pulled up to the studio, I could tell by the number of cars that lessons were underway. “Let’s see if Miss Julia is free. She may be teaching.” I comment as we approach the door. It even smells the same.

When we entered, complete chaos reigned.  There were little girls in both studios taking lessons, and girls on the chairs outside waiting for their turns.  There weren’t enough chairs so the parents were clustered at the end of the hall in a large group talking and laughing.  

I flagged down a young woman in dance gear who looked like she might be an instructor. “Sorry to bother you. Is Miss Julia around?”

“She might be in the office, or teaching in studio three, I’m not sure. Can I help you with something?” She blew her sweaty hair out of her face and smiled. “Sorry, it’s insane today.”

I smiled at her. “I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N, she asked me to stop by.”

Recognition dawned, and her mouth dropped. “Holy shit! You’re famous here. There’s a display and everything.”

My eyes narrowed as Cass chuckled behind me. “A display?”

“Yep, it’s over there,” she pointed down the hall. “Hey, Courtney! Have you seen Miss Julia?”

“She’s in the office.” A disembodied voice called back.

“Thanks,” I replied before turning away.

“Wait!” The girl asked, “Can I get a picture with you, please?”

“Um, sure,” I said awkwardly as she handed her phone to Cass and he dutifully snapped a few pictures before handing it back.

“Thanks so much! I have to run, my class is starting. Great to meet you!” Then she took off running, nimbly navigating the crowded hallway.

“I didn’t know I was in the presence of a celebrity,” Cass commented with a huge grin.

“Shut it. Let’s go check out this display’” I told him, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the hallway.  It was outside of the office.  We both stood there open-mouthed as we took it in.

The display case said in big letters, DEDICATION, DETERMINATION, DISCIPLINE

Inside were many of my dance trophies I had won at competitions, pictures of me in various costumes, playbills from Wicked, Hamilton and other shows I had done, and T-shirts from the tours I had danced in. There was an article that had been written about me in the local paper after I graduated from Juilliard.

In the center was a picture of me dancing, a look of intense concentration on my face, and underneath a plaque with my name and the years I had studied with Miss Julia.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

“Yeah, I’d say she’s a little proud of you,” Cass said with a snort.

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I said nothing, just marched forward, and knocked on the door. Miss Julia opened it, and when she saw it was me, her face broke out into a smile. “Y/N! I was hoping you’d have time to visit.  And you brought  Mr. Novak! How wonderful! Have a seat.”

“So I saw your little display…” I began.

“Isn’t it great? You are such an inspiration to young dancers. I wanted to show them that with hard work, it really is possible to go all the way.  And you are proof of that. I have several girls who are just as talented as you were but need to focus.”

“It seems like the studio is doing better than ever,” I commented. “There were never this many kids taking lessons when I was here.”

Miss Julia’s face looked sad for a moment. “Y/N, there was a reason I asked you to come down here. You’ve been like a daughter to me, and I wanted you to hear this from me personally.”

There was something about the tone of her voice. “Is everything okay?” I asked nervously.

She shook her head. “No, it’s not. My mother lives in Florida and she has cancer. I am moving there to care for her. I’ve been trying for over a year to find a buyer for this place, but no one is interested. So I have no other choice. I am closing the studio, but I wanted to tell you first.”

His smile lit up his whole face.   “That would be great!  It’s a later flight anyway.”

Annie pulled Mary into the apartment, excitingly, but Sam still stood in the hallway, looking uncertain.

“Are you coming in or what?” you finally asked.  He nodded without speaking, a heated look passing between you. “I know you really just came to see me, Sam,” you said jokingly.

“Maybe I did,” he whispered as he walked into your apartment. You felt your cheeks get red.

As Annie and Mary headed off to her room to get settled, you invited Sam to join you at the kitchen table. “Would you like something to eat? Some coffee?”

“Coffee would be great.  Just milk, right? How are Dean and Donna? Anything new with them?”

“Yep.” You could tell he was pleased that you remembered. “So Dean and Donna went to Minnesota to spend Thanksgiving with Donna’s family.”

You blinked in surprise. “No way! Is it getting serious?” Dean had always enjoyed playing the field ever since Stanford.

“Oh, it IS serious. He says our ‘trainwreck’ has made him reevaluate his priorities.” Sam told you with a wry grin.

“I wouldn’t call it a trainwreck, exactly.” A thought occurred to you. “So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

“Juliet and I are going to eat sushi and binge-watch Breaking Bad.”

You gave him a stern look. “Absolutely not! You are staying here, and spending Thanksgiving with us.”

“You don’t have to do this because you’re feeling sorry for me, Y/N,” Sam said indignantly.

“Maybe I’m doing it because I want to spend time with you, you moron!” Grinning at the surprised look on his face, you called out to the girls. “Mary, Annie, can you come here please?”

They appeared at the table, clearly thrilled to be together. “So girls. It turns out that your uncle went to Minnesota with Donna to visit her parents. I invited your dad to spend Thanksgiving here with us. Is that okay with you two?”

The twins exchanged a surprised look, then identical grins broke out on their faces. “That would be awesome!” Annie said happily.

Mary gave you a serious look. “Are you sure you two are okay with it?”

Annie rolled her eyes. “With the amount they text, they are BFFs now.”

You smiled at Mary’s thoughtfulness. “Yes, we are both okay with it. Right, Sam?”

He nodded in agreement. “Absolutely.”

After getting the girls settled for the night in Annie’s room, you dug around until you found a comforter and some pillows for Sam. Eyeing the couch critically, you glanced up at him.  “Are you sure you want to do this? I can’t see how this will be comfortable. You’re twice as long as the couch.”

“I’ll manage. Unless you’re offering to let me sleep with you? Your bed looks big enough.” Sam stated nonchalantly.

You threw a pillow at him. “Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re going to have to try way harder than that, Mr. Winchester. I’m not going to make this easy on you.”

“Duly noted, Ms. Campbell,” he replied with a dimpled smirk.

Handing the bedding over to him, you whispered seductively, “Well I’ll leave you to figure this out while I put on my lingerie in my big, empty bed.”

“That’s a low blow, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath.

You snorted with laughter as you headed off to your room. Oh, this was going to be fun.

The next morning you woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.  Coming out of your room, you saw that Sam had made breakfast for the girls.

“Saved you some,” he said as he slid a plate in your direction.

“Since when do you cook?” you said doubtfully, giving the plate a suspicious look.

“Since I got divorced and realized I still liked to eat,” he informed you and the twins giggled.

“So Mom, I was thinking we could show Dad and Mary around today. Maybe go see the tree at Rockefeller Center?” Annie said around a mouth full of pancakes.

“Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. Don’t we have to go grocery shopping?” Sam asked curiously.

“Since it was only going to be the three of us, I ordered a pre-cooked meal from Zabars. We just have to heat everything up,” you told him.

“Microwaved Thanksgiving dinner?” Sam said doubtfully.

“Trust me, it’s delicious, you’ll love it,” you assured him.

It was a pretty cold day but everyone bundled up as you took Sam and the girls around the city.  As soon as Mary saw the ice skating rink at Rockefeller Center, she insisted that you needed to skate.

“You girls go. I’m a terrible skater. Annie usually has to hold me up,” you told them with a wave of your hands.

“I’ve always wanted to try ice-skating outside, Mom. Annie can help me, and Dad can help you,” Mary responded helpfully.

“What makes you think I can ice skate, Mary?” Sam asked with a grin.

She shrugged, “you’re good at pretty much every sport, so I just assumed…..”

“You two go. I’ll take care of your mom.” Sam promised the girls.

Sam paid for all of you and Mary and Annie were quick to get their skates on and head out. Mary was as unsteady as a newborn colt, but Annie held her hand and guided her, and soon they were making slow progress around the track.

“Come on slowpoke,” Sam whispered in your ear.  “You’re just postponing the inevitable.”

You glared at him as you got to your feet slowly, your legs as shaky as jello.  Sam held out his hand and you grasped it tightly, inching your way onto the ice.  You slowly progressed around the track, Sam’s hand tight in yours, and you began to relax.

The twins passed by the two of you several times, and they looked red-cheeked and happy.  “Look at them,” you said to Sam. “Mary looks like she’s having a blast.”

Sam turned his head to look, and a teenager whipping around the track tried to maneuver around you. His shoulder bumped into yours, throwing you off balance, and you began to fall.

Flailing wildly, you were about to hit the ice face first when a hard yank on your arm pulled you upright and into Sam’s waiting arms.  “I’ve got you. You okay?”

You nodded mutely, trying to catch your breath as Sam guided you off the ice to a bench just outside the rink.  The girls were still skating. “Thanks for helping me. You’re my hero.”

Sam knelt in front of you and began to unlace your skates. “Let’s be honest, Y/N. I haven’t been your hero in a very long time.  Having you in my life again has made me realize what a fool I was to not fight harder for us. But if you ever give me another chance, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Thanksgiving was a wonderful day. You’d picked up your already prepared dinner the day before, and after heating and plating everything, you all dug in. Even Sam grudgingly admitted it was delicious. You watched Sam laughing and joking with the twins, he seemed to be having a good time.

“I got an email from work earlier. I am going to have to fly back on Saturday. I have some stuff I need to take care of in the office. Mary is still off of school next week, so you are welcome to keep her until next weekend if you want.” He looked sad for spoiling the holiday.

As your heart plummeted at the thought of him leaving, you came to a realization. You had fallen in love again with your ex-husband. The question was, what were you going to do about it?

“Mary, do you want me to fly back to get you so you don’t have to fly alone?” Sam asked his daughter.

Mary smiled broadly at her father. “I think I’ll be okay this time as long as Mom and Annie wait with me beforehand.”

“If you’re sure,” he said, a note of uncertainty in his voice.

“I want to spend as much time with Annie as possible.” Mary insisted.

“Hey Mom, there is a dance at the Boys and Girls Club tomorrow night. Carlos asked us if we wanted to go. His mom said she would take us. Is it okay if we go?” Annie asked.

You looked over at Sam. “Is it okay with you?”

“Who is Carlos?” he asked with a frown.

“He’s been Annie’s best friend since first grade.  They live down the hall. I know both of his parents really well. They are good people.”

“Carlos likes Mary,” Annie announced nonchalantly.

“Annie! Shut up!” Mary hissed, her cheeks turning red.

You turned to Annie. “Is Enrique going too?” you asked.

“Yes.”

You turned to Sam, “Enrique is Carlos’ older brother. He is fifteen. His mother makes him go to keep an eye on the kids. She is very over-protective. They will be fine.”

“I’m okay with it if you are,” Sam finally decided.

The next night, the girls spent what Sam thought was a ridiculously long time getting ready for the dance.  He was flipping channels on the TV looking for something to watch while you got up for the third time when Annie frantically called, “Mom, we need you!” from her room.

You returned a few minutes later and sat down, looking a bit flustered.  “Everything okay?” he asked.

“It is now,” you said a little dramatically.

“Anything I can do?”

“Not unless you want to have the discussion with the girls again about why they are too young to wear makeup,” you told him with a sigh.

“Makeup? Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief.

“Oh yes, and I’m pretty sure it’s from the dollar store,” you told him as you got up and headed to the fridge. “I need a drink. Want one?” you asked.

There was a knock at the door and Sam beat you to it. Damn his long legs! “You must be Carlos.” You heard him say. “I’m Annie and Mary’s dad. Come on in. Girls, Carlos is here!”

When the girls came out, they were dressed casually, but Sam could tell they had taken care with their appearance.  “Hi, Carlos. The dance is over at 900, right?” you asked.

“Yeah. My Mom was going to take us out for ice cream afterward if that’s okay with you.” Carlos responded.

“That’s fine. She texted me already. She said she’d have you home by ten. Make good choices, you two,” you told your daughters.

“Take good care of my girls, young man,” Sam told Carlos, holding out his hand to shake.

“I will, Sir,” Carlos replied, and the three of them left.

You headed back inside. Grabbing two beers, and handing one to Sam. The two of you sat on the couch, and he flipped channels aimlessly for a bit.  “So, we have about three kid-free hours on my last night here.  What do you want to do?”

“I think we should have a talk.”

“About?” Sam asked casually, putting his beer on the coffee table and looking over at you.

“I realized something. I realized that I’m ready. I want this. I want you, I want our family. Somehow I’ve managed to fall in love with you all over again, Sam Winchester.” you stared at each other for a long moment as you waited for Sam to react.

A second later he picked you up out of your seat, and pulled you into his lap, straddling him. You arched up, taking his face in your hands as your lips met in a passionate kiss.  You could feel his growing arousal pressing against you, and you rubbed your body against it eagerly.

You made out on the couch like teenagers, both of you panting with need until you thought you were going to explode. Finally, you managed to tear your mouth from Sam’s and extricate yourself from his embrace.

“Wait…..” he began to say.

You were dizzy with desire. Standing so quickly made you lightheaded as you looked down at him, clothes askew, looking wrecked, and he stared back at you with eyes hazy with lust.  You held out your hand.  “We have about two kid-free hours, give or take. How about we make good use of them?”

The restaurant Dean picked was a little Italian place that smelled amazing.  Within a few minutes, we were seated in a cozy alcove and the waiter had brought us both glasses of a heady red wine.  I laughed out loud at something Dean said, the conversation flowing naturally and easy between us as we perused our menus.

I happened to glance up from my menu and I noticed Dean’s eyes on me. His expression was soft and warm.  “What?” I asked with a smile.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this with you since I met you,” he told me, an adorably bashful grin on his face.

“This?” I questioned, mirroring his smile.

“Going on a date, doing normal couple stuff.” Dean paused, his eyes darkening, darting around the room before focusing on me. “I want everyone to know your mine.”

As I started into his handsome face, I could feel my heart beat a little faster. I licked my lips deliberately, eyes on him the whole time.  “Buy me dinner first, Alpha, and I’ll show you later how much I’m yours.”

Dean groaned softly, reaching out to take my hand as he scolded me playfully. “You need to stop that, Omega, or we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“But I’m very hungry.”  I knew I was pushing my luck, but I was in a teasing mood.

“So am I. And we’re eating,” he said firmly, squirming a bit in his seat - I couldn’t hide my grin at the effect I knew I was having on him but before I could take the game any further, the waiter returned to our table with a basket of complimentary bread and pulled out his notepad.

We gave our order and Dean quickly took the opportunity to change the subject, aiming for more traditional “first date” questions, keeping the topic away from the things we already knew about each other. It kept going throughout the meal and I was pleasantly surprised that he was such an interesting and intelligent man.

It dispelled any notion that he was just a dumb caveman Alpha with only one thing on his mind.

I sat back in the booth, dropping my fork onto my plate. “I can’t eat another bite.  I’m stuffed.”

Dean chuckled, running a last crust of the bread around his plate, collecting his steak sauce. “So no dessert then?”

I shook my head with a fond smile, watching him pop the last morsel between his plump lips and it prompting an unbidden groan.  “If I eat dessert you won’t be getting any tonight,” I warned.

“What about to go?” he suggested. “You really gotta try the fudge cake here.” Dropping his voice and leaning in, a lewd smile spread over his lips. “We could always eat it in bed later.”

The thought of Dean feeding me cake in bed was kind of a turn on, to be honest. but I knew we wouldn’t be eating in bed. But the thought of missing out on that fudge cake…

Two foil swans later, we were about to leave, just as another couple was being seated next to us. The woman stared at Dean, catching my attention with her intense look and I frowned, just as Dean noticed her and his face drained of color.

The woman said something to her companion and walked over to us. “Dean?” she purred, reaching out to touch his arm.  He jerked it away as though her touch burned.

“Hey, Lisa,” he said in a tight voice.

“I was wondering what happened to you. They wouldn’t tell me anything when I called. Just that you left. I’ve missed you.”  Dean looked so uncomfortable, like a trapped animal. I was confused for a moment. Who was she?

“Dean?” I asked tentatively.  His eyes came up to meet mine, and they were filled with such pain.  And then it hit me who she was. This woman…..this Lisa, was one of Dean’s Omega clients from Alpha4.

“He’s retired,” I snapped angrily. “Just leave us alone, please.”

“But I need….” she began to say in a desperate voice.  Oh, I knew what she needed.

And just like that, our perfect first date was ruined as reality reared its ugly head.  “Come, on. We’re leaving.”I told Dean as I turned my back on that Omega who could have been me and walked away head held high as the tears began to flow.

Part 9

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The demons closed in on the girl, as Sam struggled to break free of his captors. Dean was already on his feet.  The demons had almost reached her, when a strong wind began to kick up in the room, whipping the girl’s hair around her head like angry snakes.

“I’d get down if I were you two,” she yelled to Sam and Dean over the sound of the wind.  Her eyes began to glow with a bluish light and she held her hands out in front of her. It was as if she pulled lightning out of the ceiling, throwing it at the demons and instantly frying them.  

Sam and Dean dropped to their knees, covering their heads as the smell of burning flesh and the sizzle of ozone filled the air.  When they looked up, all the demons were dead; the girl put her hands down and her eyes gradually returned to normal.

“Are you okay?” she asked, running over to them.

Dean flinched away from her.  “Are you a witch?”

“What? No! I’m not a witch!” she replied quickly, frowning.  “I’m a hunter.”

Sam smiled gently at her. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean.  We’re hunters too.  What’s your name and how do you do that?”

“I’m Y/N. I’ve always been able to do this, so I can’t really answer that, sorry.  Do you guys want to discuss this somewhere else? Somewhere less demon-y?”

You crossed paths a few more times with the Winchesters, saving their asses again when a pair of ghouls were eating their way through a town in Mississippi, and later helping them save a tiny hamlet in Texas that was being held hostage by a pack of bloodthirsty vampires.  

After Texas, Sam and Dean invited you to come back to their bunker to hang out.  “You have a bunker?” You said with surprise.   “Are you guys survivalists or something?”

Dean rolled his eyes.  “It’s not THAT kind of bunker, Y/N. It’s not buried underground!”

Sam explained the whole Men of Letters deal and how they had commandeered the bunker.  

“It’s our Batcave,” Dean said with a smirk.

“We work well together, Y/N. We make a good team.” Sam commented, staring at you long enough to make you flush a little.

“This I gotta see.  I’m in.”

Despite promising yourself you wouldn’t stick with them for long, things with the Winchesters were more lively than you’d imagined. The bunker they’d told you about was a treasure trove of information and relics and it was less than a day before you were bonding with Sam over a love of books and history.

Friendship turned into something else and eventually, weeks dissolved into months. You admitted to yourself that you’d fallen in love with Sam and it was unlikely you’d be going anywhere soon. He was passionate and kind and brave and endlessly curious about your powers, which was kind of adorable.

“Can anyone else in your family do what you do?” he asked you one day when you were reading in the library.

You looked up and shrugged. “I don’t know.  I grew up in foster care.  I know nothing about my birth parents.”

“Well, I think your zappy-thing is awesome!” Dean said enthusiastically, shoveling a candy into his mouth as he walked into the room.

Sam snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Sure you do.  Weren’t you the one who thought she was a witch when we first met?”

“Shut up!” Dean scowled, folding his arms over his chest. “She’s proved she is definitely an asset. She can kick YOUR ass, Gigantor.”

“She can kick yours too, Dean.  And I’m her boyfriend, so I think my ass is safe.” Sam snapped back.

“Guys….” You tried to intervene, but they were on a roll.

Dean rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.  “Just because she is sleeping with you….”

“GUYS….” You said louder.  They ignored you as they tried to talk over each other.

Your eyes had begun to glow as papers began to blow around the room.  Then Castiel teleported into the bunker, and you were so happy to see the angel you instantly calmed down.  “Turn on the television,”  he growled.  “Now.”

“Cas, what’s wrong?”

“Aliens have invaded New York City.”

You, the Winchesters, and Castiel sat in front of the TV in disbelief watching the coverage of the “Battle of New York” and its aftermath. Buildings destroyed, thousands of lives endangered, hundreds dead… it was horrific.

Dean seemed more intent on focusing on one aspect of the reports. “Seriously? Aliens are real? With all the shit that we have dealt with, why haven’t we ever come across one?” He looked at Sam, who shrugged and held his hands up.

“There was that one time,” he offered, “but it turned out to be fairies.”

“I have never seen a creature like the Hulk before.  He seems very angry,” Cas observed, frowning at the screen.

“What about Tony Stark? Now there’s a genius! He actually built that suit.” You could tell by the tone of his voice that Sam was impressed. “I mean, we’ve all heard about it but we never thought it was an actual thing.”

“Did you see Captain America?  What a soldier! I used to love his comic books when I was a kid.”  Dean had a far-away look in his eye as he watched the reports and you recognized it as hero-worship.  He was suddenly 9 years old again, a goofy little kid and it just made you wanna pinch his cheeks.

On the screen, New York was in pieces. You’d never been to the Big Apple and now… aliens? It seemed unbelievable, despite your own abilities. And superheroes with powers you’d never seen.

“People are never going to leave them alone now.  The entire world knows what they can do,” you whispered.  You always did your best to only use your powers in public when absolutely necessary, and you tried to never let anyone capture you on film doing it - it was a can of worms you never wanted opened.

“You could be an Avenger, Y/N.  You are very powerful,” Cas murmured gravely, not taking his eyes off of the television screen.

You laughed, waving him off like he’d told the funniest joke ever. “I am happy hunting monsters with you guys,” you informed him, leaning back and picking up your soda. “Let’s leave the aliens for the superheroes, okay?”

Part 2

Gemini’s POV

Kelly Kline came to me again in my dreams that night.  I was alone when I drifted off to sleep, but suddenly I sensed the presence of another in the room, and my eyes popped open.

“Hello, Gemini,” Kelly whispered.

“I sat up and glared at her. “I already talked to Sam and Dean.  Neither of them is happy about this, especially Dean.”

She gave me a sad smile.  “I wish there was another way.  I am going to try and find Jack.  I don’t know if it will work, but he is very powerful, and our bond is strong.”

My eyes softened at her determination. “I know you are convinced he is good, but what if Lucifer has already corrupted him? What then?”

“I have to try.” Was all she said.

“You do what you have to do. I’m tired. I’d like to go back to sleep now.” I laid back down and closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, it was morning.

Kelly was able to use her bond with Jack to locate him.  She wasn’t about to let a little thing like being dead keep her from her son.  If there was any way she could help save him, she would do whatever it took.

She found Jack sleeping in Lucifer’s latest hideout, being watched over by Leo.  He couldn’t see her, so she slipped into the room and entered Jack’s dream.

Jack was suddenly being rocked gently in warm, comfortable arms. He couldn’t see the face of the lady in white who was holding him, but he knew she was a friend. “Hi, Jack. I’m your Mom. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure nothing bad happens to you,  People are going to assume things about you because you are the son of Lucifer.  But you are also MY son.  You are good, I know you are.” 

The baby smiled in his dream.  He wanted to be good.  He didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Kelly smoothed his tuft of hair away from his face. “Some friends of mine are coming to get you.  You need to be away from your Dad for you to have any chance to find your good side.  So don’t be afraid.  Sam, Dean, and Gemini will take good care of you.  Do everything you can to help them get you out of here quickly and easily, okay? I love you, my son.”

And then the lady in white was gone, and Jack cried because he wanted her to come back and rock him some more.

Reader’s POV

We had just received the next two scripts and there was some big stuff in store for Supernatural.  One character’s storyline was being wrapped up and their time on the show was coming to an end.  A new actor was starting on the show that was going to figure prominently in the future storyline.  I couldn’t wait to see how everything panned out.

Gemini was starting to show, so now I had to wear a little prosthetic belly when we were filming. Jared loved it and he couldn’t stop touching and rubbing it during takes. 

After I had blown my third take in a row, I yelled to Rich, who was directing the episode. “Jared keeps rubbing my belly! Make him stop!”

Jensen rolled his eyes.  “It’s FAKE, asshole. She’ll have a real one soon enough. Quit it, I’m tired and I wanna go home.”

Misha grinned at Jared conspiratorially. “It’s hard to resist, isn’t it? Nikki asked me how I would like it if she rubbed my balls all the time and I said, ‘yes, please.’

The three of them laughed like teenagers while I glowered at them. “What are you three, like fifteen years old? Seriously!  None of you would last five minutes in this thing.  It’s hot as hell and it itches like a mother!”

“What are you gonna do when it’s a real belly you can’t take off, Y/N?” Jensen said with a smirk.  Are we gonna have to listen to you complain for the next 8 months? Danneel carried twins and never complained once!”

“Bullshit!” I said vehemently.  Nikki had come on set to give me a message, walking into the end of the conversation.

“Total bullshit, Jensen.  She just didn’t want to hurt your tender feelings.  Being as round as you are tall is NOT fun.  Not at all.”

“Okay, Kids,” Rich yelled.  “Can we just agree to disagree and get back to work?”

Gemini's POV

I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee, answering Dean’s ‘good morning’ with a barely audible grunt.

“You’re a ball of sunshine this morning.”  He quipped.

“Sorry, I’m a little cranky.  I can’t seem to get a full night’s sleep anymore without someone showing up in my dreams.  It’s becoming a nightly occurrence.  Missouri, Lucifer, Rowena....and now Kelly won’t leave me alone.  I’m pregnant for Pete’s sake! Why won’t people just let me sleep!” I flung myself into a chair and drank my coffee slowly.  

“Want some pancakes?” Dean offered with a sympathetic smile.

“Is there bacon?” I asked hopefully.

Dean rolled his eyes at me.  “Do you know me? Of course, there is bacon, woman! I gotta keep m nephew fed. Sammy should be back from his run any minute. Give me fifteen minutes, okay?” He went to get the pancakes started, and I started off into space.

A short while later Sam came in from his run and grabbed a bottle of water.  “Breakfast will be ready in five,” Dean told his brother.

“I don’t think Gem will be eating,” Sam said with a soft smile.  “Come and see.”

The brothers walked out to the table, stopping when they saw me sound asleep, my head cradled in my arms, snoring softly.

I was dreaming again.  I was still sitting at the table enjoying my coffee, but now Kelly was with me, her serene smile pissing me off due to my sleep deprivation.  “Don’t you have a heaven to be at or something?” I said sourly.

“I know where Jack is.” She replied calmly as my heart gave a sickening lurch in my chest.

Part 36