John argued that you should take some time off, but after insisting that you were fine, you were back in school the next day. Mostly, you just wanted to sleep in your own bed tonight, and if you were well enough for school, you were well enough to go home. You were thankful for John’s watchful eye, but you hated sleeping in someone else's home.

News spread fast about the Colt Patterson .36. You and Sam brushed it off like it was nothing, but Dean seemed to find a new found confidence and popularity in it. Especially with girls.

You and Sam had just walked out of class and were moving down the hall, you had your book against your chest, and his was held in his hand, which swung at his side as he talked. “Wonder what kind of training we’ll be doing now..” He rambled.

You chuckled softly at Sam, still rambling away as he tried to work out some way to prepare. “It’s not an exam, Sam, you can’t study for it.”

“Do you think he’s really going to cut us open?” He asked, eyes wide and you burst out laughing.

The two of you moved through the crowded halls, Sam smiling at the sound of your laughter, but your laughter died when you glanced up ahead of you.

Leaning against the wall was Dean, talking to some girl in his class. The way he smiled at her, the way she touched him gently and bit her bottom lip, you wanted to punch her. You didn’t even realize you had stopped walking. Sam’s voice sounded far away, until it didn’t.

“Y/N? You okay?” He was a few feet ahead of you, coming back with concern written on his face.

“Just tired.. I think I’m going to go home and take a nap.”

“Do you need me to-”

“No, it’s okay. Can you get my work for me? So I’m not missing anything?”

“Yeah of course…” He nodded.

You got up on your toes and kissed his cheek. “Thanks Sammy.”

“No problem..” He watched as you walked away, ducking your head and clutching your book tighter to your chest when you went past Dean. With a sigh, he turned and headed for class.

Dean had glanced over just in time to see you kissing his brother’s cheek. He quickly returned his attention back to the girl talking to him, smiling suggestively at her and making her blush and bite her lip again.

“Did you even sleep?” Sam asked the second he saw you were on the couch. When he got closer and saw your face, his brow furrowed. He dropped his bag and reached his hand out for your forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

You pulled your head back, and swatted at his hand. “I’m fine, just tired. And yes, I napped a little.”

“Are you sure?” Sam sat next to you. “You got hit pretty hard with our wavelengths, there’s no telling-”

“I’m fine, Sam. I promise.”

“Okay because dad wasn’t thrilled to find out you came home.”

You groaned. “He knows?” Sam gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. “I’m surprised he didn’t storm the place and drag me back to casa del Winchester.”

“I had to talk him out of it. Told him you just needed to nap. You better not be making a liar out of me and getting sick.” He teased threateningly.

“No promises.”

Sam smiled at you for a moment as your attention went back to what you had been watching. “Dean’s gone out-”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know. Usually you do.” He pointed out.

“Usually we have things to work on.” You turned to look at him. “If I can’t even make it through a day of school, I won’t be training anytime soon. So what does it matter where Dean is.” Sam watched you and you could see his mind working, figuring you out. “Did you get my work?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Good. Show me what I missed.”

Dean walked in and saw you and Sam eating at the table. “How was school today kids?” Dean smiled as he sat down.

“Fine.” Sam answered.

“Wouldn’t know. I left.”

“What?” Dean’s brow furrowed. “You left?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, and he looked to his brother then back to you. “I only got through two classes.”

“You left before lunch? I saw Sammy this afternoon. Why didn’t you tell me, I would have come with you.”

“You were busy.” You took a bite.

“Busy with what? I haven’t been busy-”

“I’m fine, Dean. Okay?” You stood up. “Really. I was just tired, I came home to nap. Don’t worry about me.” you placed your plate on the counter and headed for your room.

Dean watched you quietly. “Did I do something?” He looked to his younger brother who shrugged.

“How was your date?” Sam asked.

“It was alright.” His eyes went back to your closed door and he sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me she came home?”

“She walked right past you, Dean. I figured you noticed.”

You took a couple days off, at John’s insistence. He’d check in on you around breakfast time, then Sam would come home with your work in the afternoon. And since he wasn’t needed at home, Dean was out usually until evening.

Friday night was no exception.

Sam had been helping keep you on track with school work all week, and when you finally closed your book, you smiled at him. “Thank you, Sam. You didn’t have to sit here and do all this with me.”

“I wanted to.” He smiled. “It’s been nice spending time with you.” You blushed a bit, looking down at the book on your lap. “Can I be a little selfish and hope that whatever is bothering you keeps bothering you?”

When you looked up, he was giving you such an innocent smile that you smacked his arm. “Jerk.” you chuckled. “Nothing’s bothering me, I’m-”

“Fine.” He answered for you. “I know you’re not. Not really. I’m not an idiot. Just, promise to tell me if it bothers you too much, okay? We’re partners.” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Good.” He licked his lips, hesitating for a brief moment before he took a chance. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours, and for an instant, you froze. It wasn’t a bad kiss, though it was inexperienced, you were just shocked. And before you could even really react, it was done. Sam was pulling away, and getting off the couch.

You didn’t even register the sound of the front door closing.

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You could hear fighting in the distance, and then it came into view. Broken tombstones, massive holes in the ground. Dean was panting, his body hunched from exhaustion but he still managed to hold a defensive stance. He was covered with sweat, and had a bit of blood. “John..” You gasped at the sight of him.

“They need to figure it out, sweetheart.” He held you back for the moment.

“Ready Sammy?” And then they were charging, which was odd for someone to do using a gun weapon. Their shots were all dodged with ease. Dean was slowing down, and so was Sam. You watched them switch a few times, just to end up with Dean hunched and panting again, keeping his eyes on the much larger man before him.

“Sid is the best teacher the academy has.” John reminded you. “Even now, even like this. He’s been doing remedial lessons for Lord Death, so I called in a favor. Asked him to help the boys cooperate a bit better. Must be working, they aren’t dead yet.” He chuckled, but the smile fell when you shot him a glare.

“What’s wrong?” Sid cocked his head a little. “Why aren’t you working together?” The large man stood still, his own tombstone tucked under his arm and aimed at the boys. “You have to establish a connection between the souls-”

“You’re giving advice to the enemy?” Dean cut him off.

“I’ve always been an enthusiastic educator. That’s the kind of man I was.” Sid shifted his stance. “And now, I’ll teach you how to die.” He jumped up into the air, his tombstone moving above his head with such ease that you gasped, and before you could yell out a warning, it was too late. “Living End!”

With those words, the tombstone came crashing down with brutal force, wind and dirt flew into your face blowing your hair back. “Dean!” You started to run, but you still couldn’t see him through the dust cloud.

“No wonder you two can’t keep a meister.” You could hear the zombie teacher’s deep chuckle.

You skidded to a stop next to Sam, who was looking down at his brother. Dean lay on the ground, chest heaving and blood running down his head. “They have a meister.. If they want me.” You answered quietly.

“What’s that, little girl?”

“I said they have a meister!” You screamed turning towards him.

“Of course we  want you.” Sam answered, helping Dean sit up.

“No one else could handle us.” Dean winced, hand going to his forehead.

“Ding Dong! Dong Ding!” A sick smirk curled it’s way over his sickly dead face. “Looks like class is back in session.”

“Dean, can you fight?” You were still glaring at the zombie teacher who, again, tucked his own tombstone under his arm and aimed it at the Winchester boys behind you.

“I’d die fighting for you.” He muttered, grabbing his brothers hand and getting pulled up.

“You better not die today.” You warned him. “Or I’ll be pissed.”

“How do we kill a dead man?” Sam asked you. “How’d he even get like this?”

“Dr Stein.” Dean answered. “Guys a nutjob. He’ll cut you open before you even realize he’s around.”

“We don’t kill him. We slow him down and survive long enough to subdue him.”

“Been trying that, sweetheart. Ain’t working out so well.”

“But we didn’t have our meister, Dean.” Sam pointed out.

“And you two idiots didn’t even fully adjust your souls wavelengths to each other.”

“We’ve never had to..” Dean glanced to his brother. “We’re family, we’re compatible-”

“Not enough to do serious damage, not with you fighting it. That’s why it’s so hard to work with you, Dean. You push away, hard to adjust to.” You turned to him. “Let us in. Just try, for me.” Dean swallowed and nodded. “Ready Sam?” Sam gave you a nod. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Both brothers quickly transformed and you gripped them tight. “We really trying this?” Dean asked, weary.

“What do we have to lose.” Sam answered.

“Alright boys, let hit this asshole with everything we’ve got.”

“I was never the kind of man to hold back!” Sid yelled, charging.

“Soul Resonance!” As you yelled it, you felt Sam open up immediately, and the sparks of your soul resonating with his began. Dean, was more reluctant. You were almost fully resonating with Sam when he finally opened up, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. You could hear screaming, your screaming, the sheer force of it all too much to bear.

John froze. “They’re really doing it…” He muttered, and watched as his sons began to transform. He expected canons, most gun types transformed to canons. But what he saw when the brilliant gold began to die down had him running. “Sid! Get out of the way!” His arms flailed, trying to warn the zombie. “She won’t be able to control it!”

Sam’s once Taurus model frame changed completely. And while Dean had always been a Colt, he had changed as well, to a band new form. A form long lost somewhere down the Winchester line that no one expected to ever see again.

Sid skidded to a stop as John screamed. Before you could react, before you could even truly see their new form, they were powering up, and you couldn’t stop them. Before you could even think to, they fired a shot so powerful that you were sent flying back, landing harshly against a tombstone and slumping to the ground, both Winchesters no longer in your hands, not that you were conscious to notice.

Sid scrambled up the side of a massive hole where he had previously stood, while John ran back towards you once he saw the zombie teacher still moving. “Stein would like to get his hands on those boys of yours, John. Once he hears what they can do.”

“Stein will have to get through me.” He growled as he searched for where his sons had landed.

Your eyes slowly began to open, all you could hear was arguing. “Lord Death-”

“I understand your concern, John. But if what you and Sid say is correct, they need Dr Stein to help them until they get better control.”

“Dean, she’s awake.” Sam came into view, and then so did Dean on the other side.

“What happened?” You tried to sit up, only to fall back again with a groan.

“I’m sorry.” Dean said quietly. “It’s my fault..”

“It’s no one’s fault.” You heard Lord Death tell them. “Help her sit up. John, I will leave you to tell them while I get a hold of Stein.” John nodded, and Lord Death was no longer visible in the large mirror.

“Stein?” Sam and Dean each took a hand, Dean’s hand going to your lower back as they helped you sit. “Where are we?” You looked around confused.

“Dad’s.” Sam said softly.

“Weren’t sure how long you’d be out.” Dean gave you a smile.

John sighed. “The three of you don’t resonate souls again, until Dr Stein tells you to, do you understand?”

“Bu-”

“No buts.” John shook his head at you. “I don’t care what kind of situation you’re in, you do not do it unless he tells you.”

“John, what happened?”

“The Colt Patterson .36.” John answered softly. “Nothing will survive it. And you’ve got two of em.”

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