bat at hornets nest maybe but "there is no ethical consumption under capitalism" refers to low income communities needing to choose between survival vs being eco friendly. not you continuing to watch the harry potter movies
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in batman 2022 bruce wayne's parents were killed in 2001 he would have been like 10? i think. the black parade was released in 2006 when he would have been ambiguously high school aged and obviously very emo and unpopular. what i'm saying here is that i think battinson heard the lyrics "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and decided to become batman then and there.
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This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.
Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need
Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything
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Summary: The siblings take a break in between cases to celebrate Dean's 28th birthday.
Warnings: dean gets sad, they drink, mentions of their father, there's like TWO curse words
Word Count: 1567
“Dean?” I whispered.
His eyes twitched under his lids, and a small grunt slipped past his lips. I sat up straight, placing a hand against his forehead. It was slick with sweat, and his skin was cold. He whimpered again.
“Dean.” I grabbed his shoulder. “De, come on.”
“Stop.” He mumbled. “Please, don’t.”
“Sam.” I looked over my shoulder. “He’s having a nightmare.”
Sam left the pie on the counter and came to the bed, kneeling next to me. He placed a hand on Dean’s arm and shook him.
“Dean. Dean, wake up.”
“De.” I huffed, seeing his face twist in his sleep.
“Bug, go cut the pie. I’ll get him up.” Sam rubbed my back and ushered me off.
I sighed as I got off the bed. I made my way to the counter, hearing Sam call for Dean. There was a grunt, and my head snapped up. Sam had his hand to his nose, face scrunched in pain. Dean’s eyes were wide and he was sitting up, looking confused.
“Fuck.” Sam hissed.
“I…” I titled my head. “Did you just punch him?”
“He scared me.” Dean shrugged.
“Happy birthday, asshole.” Sam sat down on his own bed.
I giggled. “Are you okay, Sammy?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He grunted, wiping his nose off on the back of his hand.
“Happy birthday, De.” I picked up the pie and held it up with a grin.
“Nice.” He grinned back, face lit up as I brought the pie to him with a fork. “Thanks, guys.”
“Yeah.” Sam grunted. “No problem.”
I sat down next to Dean, leaning against him with a smile. “Eat up, we’ve got a day planned for you.”
“Again?” He raised an eyebrow.
I grinned, nodding like a little kid. “Diner, bowling, arcade, the works.”
He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face grew wider as he shoveled pie into his mouth. Sam chuckled, and I looked his way with a wide smile.
***
“Just admit it, you’re upset you lost.” Dean grinned as we pulled our boots on.
“Am not.” Sam scowled.
“It’s okay, Sam. Bowling’s just really hard because you’re tall and I’m small.” I grinned as I stood. “Dean was bound to win.”
Dean grinned as he stood, pulling me into his side. “I’m the king.”
Sam snorted, getting to his feet. He rolled his eyes as a smile grew on his face, and he bumped Dean’s shoulder with his own.
“What’s next?” Dean looked down at me.
I grinned, bouncing up and down on my heels. “Arcade.”
“Arcade?” Dean echoed. “Where are we-”
“We already found one.” Sam smiled. “It’s up in the city.”
“Yeah?” Dean titled his head. “I don’t think I’ve seen an actual arcade since I was a kid.”
“Well, it’s also been like twenty-something years.” I teased.
“Since what?” Dean frowned as we left the building and started for the car.
“Since you were a kid.” Sam grinned.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Get in the car.”
***
“I’m too small.” I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Too small?” Sam echoed, a smile on his face.
“Dean!” I whined, throwing my head back. “Sam’s being mean!”
“Am not!” Sam protested.
“Okay, okay.” Dean held his hands up. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t get the ball in the basket.” I pointed up at the basketball game. “Because I’m simply… too small.”
“Too small?” Dean repeated again.
“Yes.” I nodded.
He sighed, face twisting in thought. “Alright, then stop being so small.”
I frowned. “How?”
“C’mere.” He held his hands out toward me.
I took them, narrowing my eyes at him. He grinned as he pulled me toward him, then spun me around so my back was to him.
“Alright, ready?”
“I don’t know what’s going on.” I looked up at Sam, who shrugged.
“We’re making you less small.” Dean chuckled as he plucked me off my feet by the waist.
I squeaked, caught off guard. Sam chuckled as he handed me the orange ball. Dean held me up further and I threw the ball. It bounced off the headboard and sunk into the gutters of the game. Dean put me down with a sigh, and I giggled.
“Maybe I just suck at basketball.”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose with a smile on his face, and Dean nodded, laughing.
“I think you might.”
***
“Okay.” Dean sat back in the booth and cleared his throat.
“What’s up?” Sam frowned.
“Might’ve topped the burger from last year.”
I grinned. “Happy for you.”
He winked and Sam chuckled. “Alright, Ollie. What’s next?”
“Uh, I figured we could end the night with some movies. Maybe get a few drinks, just crash at the motel.” I shrugged. “If that sounds good to you guys.”
Sam and Dean shared a look. Sam shrugged, and Dean nodded.
“For sure.”
***
“Are we really about to watch House of Wax?” Sam groaned, settling into the bed.
“He looks so much like you, we have to, Sammy.” Dean pleaded.
“Fine.” Sam sighed. “Ollie, can you hand me a beer since you’re up?”
I nodded, rummaging through the fridge. “Okay.” I called over my shoulder. “We’ve got Tecate and we’ve got Seagrams for those of us who like girly drinks. Who wants what?”
“I want a beer!” Dean’s hand shot up as he sat down on the bed.
“Do…” Sam’s eyebrows rose. “Do we have the strawberry Seagrams?”
“Yes.” I plucked the bottles from the fridge. “We absolutely do.” I made my way back to the bed.
I crawled over Sam’s legs and dropped in between the boys, sinking down into the pillows. The movie began to play, and Sam cracked his bottle open. I handed the beer to Dean. He took it and held it in his lap, eyes glazed over. I frowned, sitting up and turning toward him.
“De?”
“Huh?” He blinked as he looked at me.
“You okay?” I whispered, resting a hand on his arm.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Dean.” Sam leaned past me. “What’s up?”
The eldest Winchester shook his head, eyes going back to the screen. He said nothing, and I looked up at Sam. Sam gave me a half-shrug, and I sighed. I leaned forward and snatched the remote, pausing the TV.
“Guys-”
“Dean, what’s wrong?”
He licked his lips as he looked down at his lap. “I miss Dad.”
I looked down, and Sam did the same. Dean shook his head as he looked up, tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.
“I mean… I shouldn’t. Right? He was a shit dad.”
“You’re still allowed to miss him.” I squeezed his arm.
Dean sighed again, raising his beer. “To Dad.”
Sam and I shared another look before raising our bottles. We clinked them against Dean’s, and I sighed.
“To you, Dean.” I looked back at him. “You raised us. To you.” I held my bottle back up.
Sam joined me. “She’s right, De.”
Dean looked over at us with a sad smile on his face. He clinked his bottle against ours before taking a long sip. I hit play on the movie and got comfy, pushing myself under Dean’s arm. I rested my head on his chest as we watched the TV.
***
“Dean.” I whispered, tugging at his wrist.
“What’s up, baby?” He looked down.
“I have to pee.”
“Okay.” He nodded, eyebrows furrowed.
I hiccuped. “I don’t know if I can get off the bed.”
He chuckled. “Legs don’t work?”
“I’m drunk.” I nodded slowly. “And this movie is scary. If like… if my feet touch the ground.” I pointed down at the floor. “My ankles are gonna get snipped.”
“Okay.” Dean nodded again, a smile on his face. “Come on.” He grunted as he shuffled off the bed.
He set his bottle down and took mine, putting it down too. He held his arms out for me, and I got to my knees, slowly crawling closer to the edge of the bed. He plucked me off and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed, clinging to the back of his shirt as he took me to the bathroom. He put me down in the doorway and hit the lights. I gave him a quick hug before stumbling into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
***
Dean stifles a yawn as Olive shifts next to him. She fell asleep the second she was out of the bathroom and back into his arms. Sam had fallen asleep too, still in Dean’s bed. Jinx is curled up at his feet. Dean turns the nightstand lamp off and sinks further into the bed. The movie is over, the credits rolling on the screen. Dean looks down over his siblings.
Olive is wrapped in Sam’s arms, her own curled up against her chest. She has one hand within reach, fingers hooked on Dean’s pajama pants. Sam himself is curled up tightly, Olive flush against his front. He’s got one arm around her and the other under her head, fingers grazing Dean’s arm. The two look content as they breathe in unison, deep in their sleep. The eldest Winchester lays down, facing his siblings.
“Thanks for the birthday, guys.” He whispers as he lets his eyes fall shut.
He’s at peace, and would even go as far as to say he felt happy. He falls asleep, joining his siblings in their dreams of a better life.
SPN- What Is And What Should Never Be (v.2) (2.20)
this edit is simply... so good and i cannot put my finger on why
Pairing: Olive Winchester (sister OC)
Summary: After Dean splits off on a hunt, he wakes up in a world different from his own. Olive goes to find him and wakes up in the same place. With a Sam that is definitively not theirs, they try to set the record straight.
Warnings: blood, cursing, knives, cursing
Word Count: 8170
“Yeah?”
“De, there’s a cop car outside.”
“You think it’s for us?”
“We don’t know.” Sam rolled his eyes. “That’s why we’re calling you.”
“I don’t see how.” Dean hummed. “We ditched the plates, the credit cards.”
I peered back out through the window. “Oh, it’s leaving.”
“False alarm.” Sam sighed.
“Well, see. Nothing to worry about.” Dean chuckled.
“Yeah, being fugitives?” Sam snorted. “Fucking dance party.”
“Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe.”
I rolled my eyes, and Sam sighed. “You got anything yet?”
“Are you kidding?” Dean scoffed. “You’ve got me sifting through like fifty square miles of real estate here.”
I looked down over the books. We were hunting a djinn, a demon. I flipped through Dad’s journal, glancing over at the phone with a shrug.
“Well, it’s where all the victims disappeared.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got jack shit. You guys?”
“Just one thing, we’re pretty sure of it now.” Sam pulled the book in his lap closer.
“We’re hunting a djinn.” I dropped onto the bed, landing on my stomach.
“A fucking genie?”
“Yeah.” I laughed. “Like Aladdin.”
“You guys really think these suckers can grant wishes?”
“No clue. I guess they’re powerful enough.” I pushed myself up on elbows and shrugged.
“Not exactly like Barbara Eden. I mean, those harem pants. I mean, djinn have been around for centuries.”
“Yeah, they’re all over the Koran, De.”
“My god…” Dean mumbled. “Barbara Eden was hot, wasn’t she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick.”
“Dean, are you even listening to us?”
Dean cleared his throat on the other end of the line. “Uh, yeah. So, where do djinns layer up?”
“Ruins, usually.”
“Ruins?” I rolled my eyes at Sam. “Look for an abandoned warehouse or something like that. Bigger the better, more places for them to hide.”
“You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I’ll go check it out.”
“Dean, no, no, no!”
“De, come pick us up first!”
“Nah, I’m sure it’s nothing. I just wanna take a look around.” The call ended.
I dropped my head onto the bed, and Sam shut his phone with a sigh. Jinx’s head perked to the side, and she let out a whine.
“Which are your top five?” I rolled back onto my feet.
“What?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.
“Top five places on the map, Sams.”
“What’re you talking about?” He stood from the bed and joined me at the table.
“Sam, he’s running around there alone. Silver, maybe, but not lamb’s blood. He could get hurt, Sams. We gotta find him.”
Sam ran a hand over his face with a groan. “Alright, here.” He motioned for the marker at the other end of the table.
I handed it over and watched as he went to work.
***
Dean put the car in park and eyed the building ahead of him. He knew his siblings were worried, but he also knew he’d be fine. He flicked the flashlight on and grabbed the knife out of his pocket. He slipped in through the gap in the gated door. He stalked through the room. It seemed to be an abandoned office, typewriters and file cabinets littered around the room.
The sound of a dripping pipe caught his attention. He shone his light from wall to wall. The place was empty. He shrugged to himself as he turned, heading back toward his car. He rounded the corner of the hallway and was ambushed.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean hissed as he was slammed against the wall, flashlight falling to the floor and rolling.
He slammed his arm up, knife in hand. The djinn caught him by the wrist, crushing it against the wall. The knife tumbled from Dean’s hand, and he turned his head, facing the djinn. He was tall, and bald, thick blue tattoos curling over the angles of his face. The djinn dropped Dean’s hand, forcing his palm over Dean’s forehead. Dean struggled, trying to pull his face away. A light grew in the djinn’s palm, and Dean’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.
***
Dean blinks as the TV screen comes into focus. A black and white monster movie. He stifles a yawn as he sits up, figuring Olive had put it on before dozing off. He glances over his shoulder and freezes. There’s a woman in bed next to him, naked. Looking down, he realizes he too, is shirtless. He picks at the silver cross hanging from his neck.
“What the fuck?” He whispers, easing himself out of the bed.
He finds his clothing in a pile by the nightstand. Scoffing to himself, he gets dressed, fumbling with the green shirt and unfamiliar, unripped, jeans. He stumbles into the next room, which seems to be a living room. He frowns and pulls out his cell, dialing a number.
“Dean?” Olive’s voice rings in his ear.
“Ollie!”
“Uh… what’s, uh… what’s going on?” She doesn’t sound happy to hear him.
He frowns as he begins to pace around the room, still in the dark. “I don’t know. I don’t know where I am.”
Halfway across the country, Olive scrambles out of her room, booking it down the stairs. Sam hears her footsteps and looks up with a frown.
“Bug? What’s up?”
“It’s Dean.” She holds her hand over the phone’s speaker. “He’s saying he doesn’t know where he is.”
Sam sighs, standing from his seat. “Lemme talk to him.”
Olive hands the phone over and crosses her arms over her chest, anxious. Sam gives her a reassuring smile as he pats her head and talks to Dean.
“What happened, Dean?”
“The uh, the djinn. It attacked me.”
“The gin?” Sam repeats, holding back a snort.
“He’s drinking gin?” Olive feels her anxiety ease off as she laughs.
“No, asshat. The djinn. The, the scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up… next to some hot chick.”
“Who?” Sam laughs, eyes still on Olive. “Carmen?”
“Who?”
“Oh my god.” Olive giggles. “Gimme the phone.” She snatches it back and puts it to her ear as she swipes a cracker off Sam’s plate. “Dean, you’re drunk.” She swallows. “You’re drunk-dialing me.”
“I am not drunk! Quit screwing around.”
Olive rolls her eyes as her older brother scolds her. “Look, man, it’s uh…” She sighs, rolling her eyes again. “It’s late. Sam and I have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so uh… just get some rest, we’ll see you in the morning.”
She hangs up the phone, leaving Dean frowning in his living room. Sam laughs as he sits back down, shutting his book. Olive looks over it with a grin.
“Man, criminal law.” She lets out a low whistle. “The rate Dean’s going at, you might need to save his ass one day.” She giggles.
Sam lets out another laugh. “God, I hope not.”
Dean grumbles as his next call to Olive is declined. He finds himself in the kitchen, staring at a pile of mail on the counter. He flips through them.
“Carmen Porter?” He winces, seeing the Kansas address.
He finds two more envelopes, addressed to himself, at the same address. He sighs as he puts them down, feeling sick to his stomach. The light flickers on, and Dean turns on his heel, alert.
“Honey? What’re you doing up?” Carmen enters the room, wrapped in a silk robe.
“Hey, Carmen.” Dean’s brain goes a mile a minute. “Carmen.” He nods. “Uh, I just, uh…”
“You can’t sleep, huh?” She teases.
“Yeah.” Dean chuckles smoothly.
She steps toward him, running her hands down his arms. “Well, why don’t you come back to bed and let’s see if I can do anything to help.” She winks.
“Sure.” Dean nods slowly, processing. “Yeah, in a minute.” He shakes his head now. “You, uh, you go ahead.”
Carmen smiles sweetly. “Okay. Don’t stay up too long.”
“I won’t.” Dean agrees.
She pulls him into a warm kiss before sauntering back into the bedroom, leaving the lights on. Dean takes a shaky breath as he circles back into the living room. There are bookshelves lined with pictures. He tilts his head as he looks over them. Himself and Carmen, Carmen alone, on the beach. In the very back, hidden away, there’s a picture of himself holding Olive as a toddler. Her curly hair is blonde, and her eyes are the same shade of green as his. He smiles, proud that they turned out so alike.
“Holy…” He turns again.
This time, his eyes focus on something else. He plucks the black frame off the shelf and blinks, hard. It’s his family. Dad, Mom, Sam, Olive, and him. All alive, all grown up. All there. He takes a step back, and the frame falls from his hand. He leaves it to shatter on the floor as he goes for his jacket, bolting out the door.
On the street, he sees his beloved car. He pats down the pockets of the jacket, sighing with relief when he pulls out the keys. He ducks into the car and starts it, still shaking.
***
Dean’s fist slams against the door. There’s no immediate response, and he rings the doorbell, pressing it twice. His fist comes back to the door, and the porch light turns on. His hand drops to his side as the door opens.
“Mom?” His eyes well with tears, and his voice cracks.
“What are you doing here?” Mary asks softly, still sleep-ridden. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know.” Dean whispers.
“Well, come inside.” Mary pulls the door further open.
He steps in, twisting to keep his eyes on Mary. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. Mary shuts the door and crosses her arms over her chest, stifling a yawn.
“Carmen just called and said you just… took off all of a sudden?” She frowns.
“Carmen?” Dean blinks, shaking his head. “Right, uh… let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed?”
“Dean, I don’t-”
“Just answer the question.” Dean’s tone becomes stern.
“I told you angels were watching over you.”
“I don’t believe it.” Dean lets out a breath as he barrels toward his mother, engulfing her in a hug.
“Honey, you’re scaring me.” Mary pats his back as he steps away. “Now just tell me what’s going on.”
“You don’t think that wishes can… can really?” Dean’s voice falters again.
“What?”
“Forget it.” Dean shakes his head as he hugs her again. “I’m just uh, I’m happy to see you.”
He feels his eyes begin to burn, and he pulls away again, looking down at his mother. “You look beautiful.” He laughs.
“What?” Mary smiles, confused.
Dean clears his throat as he begins to walk around the room, looking at pictures on the walls. “Mom, when I was uh, when I was little… was there ever a fire here?”
“No.” Mary shakes her head. “Never.”
“I could’ve sworn there was.” He whispers, almost to himself. “I guess I was wrong.”
He looks over the pictures, taking them in. Himself, as a teen, posing for the camera, trying to look cool. Himself, again as a teen, with a prom date. Sam, graduation gown on. Dean’s hand goes for another picture frame. It’s John, dressed in a softball uniform and cap, bat up as he smiles for the camera.
“Dad’s on a softball team.” Dean giggles before glancing over his shoulder.
He sees that Mary isn’t laughing, and he clears his throat and tries again.
“Dad’s… Dad’s softball team. It’s, uh… that’s funny to me.”
Mary gives a soft smile as she looks down to the ground. “He loved that stupid team.”
Dean blinks. “Dad’s dead? And the thing that killed him was a…”
“A stroke.” Mary frowns. “He died in his sleep, you know that.”
“That’s great.”
“Excuse me?”
“That-that’s great.” Dean stumbles. “That he went peacefully, I mean. I-it-it sure beats the alternative.”
Mary’s face saddens. “You’ve been drinking.”
“No.” Dean shakes his head. “I haven’t, Mom.”
“I’m just gonna call Carmen and have her come pick you up, okay?” She reaches for the phone on the couch side table.
“Wait, wait!” Dean places his hand over hers. “Don’t do that. Don’t do that, I wanna stay here.”
“Why?”
“Because, I… I miss the place. It’s okay, you, you can go to bed.” He makes his way to the couch and sits, still taking in the room.
Mary walks up to him and places a hand on his cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Dean nods, giving her an encouraging smile. “I think so.”
“Okay.” She bends down, kissing his forehead. “Get some rest.” She begins to walk toward the stairs, glancing at Dean. “I love you.”
He feels a glow in his heart as he smiles. “Me too.”
She disappears up the stairs, and Dean sits back on the couch, eyeing the walls. His focus lands on another picture. Sam and Olive, on Sam’s graduation day. He’s got her on his back, and she’s got the widest smile on her face. He frowns as he looks at it. He’d never seen Olive that happy, not even when she was with him.
***
Dean forces his eyes open as he hears birds tweet outside. He blinks himself into focus, and once more, his eyes land on the pictures on the wall. He sits up, seeing that one picture is the family, wearing matching Christmas sweaters. John’s got a Santa hat on, and he looks happy. Dean rummages through his pockets.
“Hey, I’m not answering you, I probably have a reason. Leave a mess-”
Dean slams the phone shut with a huff.
***
“Well, I don’t think I’ve seen you in my class before.” The professor narrows his eyes.
“You kidding me?” Dean grins. “I love your lectures. You… you make learning fun.” He forces a laugh, and the professor joins in.
“So. What can I do for you?”
Dean leans forward, sucking air in through his teeth. “What can you tell me about djinns?”
***
Dean stands over a desk littered with books as the professor speaks.
“Well, a lot of Muslims believe that the djinn are very real. They’re mentioned in the Koran-”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean shakes his head. “I know. Get to the wish part.”
“What about it?” The professor frowns.
“Do you think they could really do it?”
“Um. No.” The professor frowns. “No, I don’t think they can really do it. You understand these are mythic creatures?”
Dean blinks. “Yeah, I know. I-I-I know. But uh, I mean in the stories. You know, say you had a wish. But you never even said it out loud.” He searches for the words. “Like uh, that a loved one never died. Or uh, that something awful never happened.”
“Supposedly, yes. I mean, they have godlike power. They can alter reality however they want. Past, present, future.”
“Why would the djinn do it?” Dean frowns. “What, self defense? Or maybe it’s not really evil…” His mind races.
“Son?” The professor claps a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You been drinking?”
“Everybody keeps asking me that.” Dean huffs. “But uh, no.”
***
Dean keeps his eyes peeled as he flips the impala’s trunk open. He sees magazines, old paper cups, and a dirty rag. He cocks his head as he pulls open the spare tire compartment. Inside of it is, well, a spare tire. He grins.
“Well, who would’ve thought, Baby? We’re civilians.”
He slams the trunk shut, looking back at the building. His smile drops as he notices a girl looking right at him. She’s dressed in a white shirt, skirt, and shoes. She stares at him with cold eyes. Common sense leaves his body as he begins to cross the street, making his way toward her.
A car screeches to a halt, horn blaring. Dean holds his hand out, glancing at the driver in irritation. When he turns back to the building, the girl is gone. His face morphs into a frown as he shakes his head, stumbling back toward his car.
***
“This is the best sandwich ever!” Dean calls through a full mouth.
“Thank you.” Mary chuckles back from the kitchen.
“Hey, uh, I tried to get a hold of Olive and Sam earlier. Where uh, where are they?”
Mary frowns as she sits by his side. “They’ll be here soon.”
“Good.” Dean takes another bite. “I’m dying to see them.”
“Sweetie, I…” She sighs deeply. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled you’re… hanging out here all of a sudden.” She places her hand on his arm. “But shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Work?” Dean echoes.
“At the garage?”
“Right.” He nods. “The garage. It’s where I work, yeah. No, I, uh, I’ve got the day off.” He snickers to himself. “Good thing.”
He takes another bite of his sandwich and glances out the window. He frowns as he notices how high the grass is. He swallows and turns back to Mary.
“That lawn looks like it could use some mowing.”
“You wanna mow the lawn?” Mary chuckles.
A grin spreads on his face. “You kidding me? I’d love to mow the lawn.”
“Knock yourself out.” Mary leans back in her seat, arms crossing over her chest. “You’d think you’d never mowed a lawn in your life.”
Dean hums to himself as he thinks about the fact that he, indeed, has never mowed a lawn in his life.
***
Dean sits on the porch steps with a grunt. He enjoyed mowing the lawn, even though he wasn’t very good at it. He even went out of his way to wave at the neighbor taking out his garbage. He takes a sip of his beer and lets out a breath, feeling at peace.
A small blue car rolls up to the curb, parking. Dean’s grin widens.
“I don’t believe it.” He whispers to himself as he shoots to his feet.
He watches as Jessica, Sam, and Olive pile out of the car. He goes straight for Jessica, attacking her with a hug as Olive helps Sam pull the luggage from the trunk.
“Jessica.” Dean’s voice is a squeak.
“Good to see you too, Dean.” Jessica squirms as he laughs. “Can’t breathe though.”
He lets go of her, eyes twinkling as he turns toward Sam and Olive.
“Sammy!” His eyes shoot to his younger sister. “Ollie!” He tries to go for a hug, but she steps back, half hiding behind Sam.
“Hey.” Sam and Olive speak at the same time, in the same confused tone.
“Look at you. You’re with Jessica, it’s… I don’t believe it.” He laughs.
Olive and Sam share a look before the middle Winchester nods. “Yeah.”
“Where’d you guys come from?”
“Uh, we just flew in from Cali-”
“California!” Dean cuts Sam off. “Stanford, huh? Law school, I bet.”
Sam gives an awkward chuckle as Olive nods to the beer in Dean’s hand. “See you started off Mom’s birthday with a bang.” She looks up at Sam. “As usual.”
“That’s why we’re here, dipshit.” Olive spits. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Dean says nothing as he looks down at his feet.
***
“Alright.” Sam grins. “To Mom.” He raises his glass. “Happy Birthday.”
“Happy Birthday, Mom.” Olive’s grin is identical to Sam’s.
Dean bites back a frown as they clink their glasses. He watches as Jessica and Sam kiss. He smiles, but it fades when he sees how Olive’s looking at him. Her green eyes are cold, jaw set in disgust. He shivers, feeling wrong inside. Carmen places a hand on his arm, drawing his attention.
“I was really worried about you last night.”
“Oh, I’m… good. I’m good, really.”
“Okay.” Carmen nods. “What do you say we get you a cheeseburger later?”
“Oh god, yes.” His eyes light up, and she smiles. “How did I end up with such a cool chick?”
She shakes her head. “Just got low standards.”
He laughs, pulling her into a quick kiss.
“Alright, uh, Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom’s birthday.” Sam glances down at Jessica. “You wanna tell em?”
“They’re your family.” Jessica beams.
“Well…” Sam’s smile widens.
“Oh, come here.” Olive leans over her big brother’s lap, pulling Jessica’s left hand into a view.
An engagement ring sits on her finger. Mary lets out a happy laugh and stands.
“Oh my god! That’s so wonderful!” She gets to her feet to pull Jessica into a hug.
Olive, Sam, and Carmen also stand from their seats, exchanging congratulations and hugs. Dean finally stands, watching Olive give Carmen a quick hug before shrinking back into Sam’s side.
“I just wish your dad was here.” Mary strokes Sam’s cheek.
He nods, eyes teary. “Yeah. Me too.”
“Jessica, let me see that ring.” Mary pulls on a happy face as she turns to her.
“Congratulations, Sammy.” Dean gives him a soft smile.
“Thanks.” Sam purses his lips.
“I’m really glad you’re happy.”
Sam’s eyebrows furrow, and Olive shoots Dean a look. They’re both confused by his level of intensity right now. Dean begins to step past them, eyes focusing on something new. Olive smacks Sam’s arm, nodding toward the girl standing in dirty white clothes. Sam’s face morphs into one of confusion, and Dean keeps going.
“Dean?” Olive calls.
He looks at her over his shoulder, and the girl disappears. Olive’s shoulders slump, and her jaw practically drops open. She grabs Sam’s hand, tugging him down so that she can whisper in his ear.
“I think I’ve got a case here.”
Sam lets out a breath as he straightens up, eyes still on Dean. “We can talk about it later, okay?”
She nods, watching as Dean slowly makes his way back to their table.
***
“So, Dean… what was uh, what was all that back at the restaurant?” Sam asks as they file into the house.
“Ah…” Dean fumbles for an answer, avoiding his little sister’s stare. “I-I thought I saw someone. I’m sure it was nothing.”
“Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you.” Mary beams. “Good night, everyone.”
“Night, Mom.” Olive goes in for a hug as the rest of the family wishes her a goodnight.
“Well, I’m beat.” Sam huffs. “Ready to turn in?” He asks Jess, who nods in agreement. “Alright. Good night, guys.”
“Wait a second.” Dean’s hand lands on Sam’s shoulder. “Wait a second, come on. It’s not even nine yet. Let’s uh, let’s go have a drink or something.”
“Yeah, maybe another time.” Sam makes an obvious effort to pull Olive away with him.
“Come on, man. Look at us, huh? We both have beautiful women on our arms. Hell, you’re engaged. Let’s go celebrate.” Dean tries again.
The silence that fills the room is awkward. Dean’s eyes flicker between Sam and Olive as they share a look. Sam clears his throat, looking down at the girls. “Uh, can you excuse us? I just wanna talk to Dean for a second.”
“Sure.” Jess nods, placing a hand on Olive’s shoulder. “Come on, girls.”
Olive doesn’t budge, eyes still locked on Sam. His face softens as he turns her way, brushing her hair out of her face.
“It’s okay, bug.” He nods. “Go with them.”
She eases off with a sigh, letting Jessica and Carmen drag her off into the kitchen. Dean frowns as Sam steps past him, into the other side of the living room.
“Come here.” He hisses.
“What?” Dean’s frown remains.
“What’s gotten into you?” Sam scowls.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy-trip thing.”
“I’m just happy for you, Sammy.” Dean shakes his head, still confused.
“Yeah, right.” Sam snorts. “That’s another thing, since when do you call me Sammy?”
Dean tries to answer, but Sam cuts him off again. “Dean, come on. We don’t talk outside of holidays. Neither do you and Olive.”
“We don’t?” Dean blinks. “Well, we should. I mean, we’re family.”
“We’re family?” Sam bites back a laugh.
“Yeah…” Dean’s frown deepens.
“You know, that’s what you said when you snaked my ATM card. And when you bailed on my graduation. And when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.”
“Who?”
“Uh, my prom date.” Sam purses his lips with a nod. “On prom night.”
“Yeah, that… that does kinda sound like me.” Dean winces. “Well, hey man, I’m sorry-”
“I don’t care, Dean.” Sam scowls. “Look, I can deal with it. Okay? I’m not asking you to change.”
“Sam-”
“Just…” Sam sighs. “Stop trying to be Olive’s friend.”
“What?” Dean’s tone changes.
“Stop trying to be her friend. Dean, she’s terrified of you. She’ll never outright say it, but we all know it.”
“Sam, what are you talking about?” Dean shakes his head, eyes screwed shut.
“Dean, you’re the reason she came with me to California.” Sam scoffs before turning on his heel.
“But we’re family.” Dean stresses.
“Yeah, and we don’t even have anything in common.” Sam barks out a laugh, still walking.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Dean stops him. “Yes we do. Yes we do.” He laughs.
“What?” Sam turns back his way.
“Hunting.”
“Hunting?” Sam repeats. “I’ve never been hunting in my life, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I… I think you’d be great at it.”
Sam shakes his head. “Get some rest.”
He leaves, and Dean stands in the living room, shoulders slumped. His face is in a frown, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He hears a floorboard creak and he glances up over his shoulder.
“Dean.” Olive’s voice is sharp. “What do you know about hunting?”
***
“You mean…” Dean sighs, trying to wrap his head around it.
“Yeah, Dean. Monsters are real.” Olive speaks from beside him on the couch.
He sinks into his seat with another sigh. “I know that, dumbass.”
Her jaw clenches, and Dean winces to himself as he remembers what Sam told him. He plucks a beer off the coffee table and holds it out to her.
“Sorry.”
She snatches the bottle and puts it to her lips, flicking through her journal. Dean sighs a third time. His wish came true, but it was like a sick stab to the back. His little brother hated him, his little sister was scared of him, and to make matters worse, she still hunted.
“So… you do this… all by yourself?” Dean frowns, leaning forward.
She nods, taking another sip of her beer. “I mean, Sam knows. He just doesn’t come with me.”
Dean can’t help the scowl forming on his face. “He lets you go out there alone?”
Olive laughs, but stops when she realizes that Dean is being serious. “Okay, first of all, since do you give a shit about me? Secondly, I’m not a kid anymore. I’m seventeen.”
“What do you mean since when do I give a shit about you?” He whispers.
“Dean.” Olive laughs again, shaking her head. “You’ve hated me since the day I was born.”
“But why?” He can’t bring himself to look at her.
“For some reason, you had it in your head that I was Dad’s favorite.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, man.”
He frowns, eyes landing on her journal. “How many people have you saved?”
She snorts. “A lot. Uh, possessed flight, there were about a hundred people. Nine kids, something called a shtriga. Uh, a couple of parents, a rakshasa.” She flips through her journal again. “Look, Dean.” She pauses, licking her lips. “I think there’s something here. The girl you saw at the restaurant…”
“You saw her too?” Dean’s eyes almost pop out of his head.
She nods. “I think it’s a djinn.”
His heart stops, blood running cold.
“Dean?” Olive cranes her neck to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
He sighs. “How do we stop it?”
Olive lets out another laugh, and Dean looks her way, irritated. “What?”
“There’s no we, Dean.” She shakes her head. “I work alone.”
***
Dean sighs as he stands in front of his father’s grave. Olive dipped out on him, in the middle of the night. He knew she was going to hunt, and he knew he couldn’t stop her. Sam ignored his calls, too. He shakes his head as he talks to his dead father.
“Dad, it… it feels like my old life is coming after me again. I mean, Olive hunting… you’re gone. It’s… it’s like it doesn’t want me to be happy.” He bites his lip. “I know what you’d say. The real you. You’d tell me to go hunt that djinn with her. It put me here, it can put me back. My happiness for what could happen to Olive, hunting alone? No contest, right?” Tears begin to well in his eyes. “But why? Why is it our job to save those people? Why do we have to be heroes? What about us, huh?” His shoulders tremble. “What, Mom’s not supposed to live her life? Sammy’s not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?”
The sky rumbles, and Dean feels a pit start to form in his stomach. He wipes the tears from his face and turns on his heel. He knows what he has to do. He freezes as he spots a figure on his car.
“Hey.”
“Olive?”
She’s sitting on the hood of the impala, arms crossed over her chest. Her stare makes his blood run cold. It’s wrong, so wrong. It’s not her, it can’t be her. He tilts his head.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Ready to come home?” She asks.
“What?”
She scowls. “Ready to go?” She repeats herself.
Dean shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “Y-uh, yeah.”
***
Olive rummages through the china cabinet, and Dean looks out the window, thinking. Olive hears the floorboards creak, and she stands, face-to-face with Sam’s baseball bat. Dean catches it, tackling Sam to the ground. He grins.
“That was so easy, I’m embarrassed for you.”
“Dean?” Sam looks to the side. “Olive? What the hell are you guys doing?”
Olive rolls her eyes as she pushes at Dean, helping Sam get to his feet. They stand in the light of the window. Olive gives Sam a look, and he sighs before turning his attention to Dean.
“Well, I was looking for a beer.” Dean taunts.
Olive rolls her eyes again, and Sam scoffs. “What’s the china cabinet?”
“Sammy-”
“That’s Mom’s silver.” Sam gives Olive another look.
“Sam.” Dean warns, sensing the tension.
“What, you… you two broke into the house… to steal Mom’s silver?”
“It’s not what it looks like, Sam. Okay, we didn’t have a choice.” Olive’s voice is stern. “I don’t have any of my shit on me.”
“Really?” Sam scowls at her. “It’s so damn important to you that you’ve gotta steal from your own mother?”
“Hey.” Dean steps between them, holding a hand to Sam’s chest. “Relax. It was my idea.”
Sam shakes his head. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
Dean sighs. “I’m sorry we don’t get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People’s lives depend on it.” He lowers his voice. “Olive’s life depends on it.”
Sam watches in the dim light as Olive crouches, pulling two silver knives from the cabinet. He shakes his head again, glaring right at her. She sighs sadly, tucking herself behind Dean.
“We gotta go.” She tugs on his sleeve, looking down like a child.
Dean nods. “Look, Sam, uh… just. Hey, tell Mom I love her.”
The youngest and oldest Winchester siblings walk out the door, each sparing one last glance at Sam before they go. They get into the impala, and Olive naturally slides into the middle seat as Dean starts it.
The passenger door swings open, and Sam gets in. Olive and Dean both scoff, speaking at the same time.
“Sam, get out of the car.”
“I’m going with you guys.”
“No, you’re just gonna slow us down.” Dean barks.
“Tough.” Sam buckles himself up.
“Sam, this is dangerous. You could get hurt.” Olive tries.
“And so could you. Okay?”
“Sam-”
“Look, whatever stupid thing you guys are about to do, you aren’t doing it alone. End of story.” Sam cuts him off.
Dean sighs. “I don’t understand. Sam, you hate me. Olive, you’re scared of me… why are you both doing this?”
Olive sighs, and Sam shakes his head. “Because you’re still our brother.”
Dean snorts. “Bitch.”
Olive giggles, and Sam frowns. “W… what are you calling me a bitch for?”
“You’re supposed to say jerk.” Dean almost pouts.
“What?”
Olive shakes her head. “Never mind, Dean, just drive.”
***
“What’s in the bag?” Sam sighs as he watches Olive pull it out of her backpack.
She shakes her head, keeping her eyes ahead. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Sam repeats.
“Yeah, she said nothing.” Dean echoes.
“Fine.” Sam snatches the brown paper bag from his sister.
“Sam, I don’t think you wanna do that.” Olive warns him.
“Oh, really?” Sam continues before pulling out a large glass jar.
It’s filled with blood. Sam blinks. “What the fuck is this?”
“Blood.” Olive and Dean respond at the same time.
“Yeah, I can see that it’s blood, guys!” Sam bitches. “What’s it doing in here?”
“You don’t wanna know.” Olive warns him again.
“I really do. I really, really, do.” Sam’s eyes are wide.
“Yeah, well he’s gonna find out sooner or later. We need a silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood.”
“Sure, naturally.” Sam nods, lips pursed. “Why?”
“It’s the case I was telling you about, Sam. It’s a djinn. We have to hunt it.”
“Okay, um…” Sam sighs. “Stop the car.”
“Sam, we know how it sounds.”
“Stop the car.” Sam repeats himself.
“Sam, you know it’s the truth.” Olive scowls. “There’s bad things out there. Nightmare things. If we don’t stop them, no one will.”
“Look, I wanna help you, but Olive, you promised me no cases on this trip.”
“Sam-”
“You promised!”
Olive says nothing, looking down at her feet. Sam pulls out his phone, and Dean sighs, rolling his window down. He reaches over Olive’s head and plucks Sam’s phone out of his hand, chucking it out the window. He rolls it back up in silence.
“Dean, that was my phone!”
“We’re not going to rubber rooms, Sammy. We’ve got work to do.”
“What?” Sam scoffs. “I’m just trying to help you! Look, I don’t want either of you getting hurt!”
“What?” Olive laughs cruelly. “You. Protect us?”
Sam frowns as her green eyes shine in the light. “Yeah.”
She shakes her head and flicks on the radio, sinking back into Dean’s side without saying another word.
***
Dean puts the car in park, and Olive sighs. She has her head rested against his shoulder, her feet tucked up in Sam’s lap. She looks up at her oldest brother with a frown.
“Dean?”
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Did we have a dog?”
He chuckles. “I dunno, I was thinking the same thing though.”
She doesn’t smile, and Dean’s heart begins to break. “De, I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore.”
“What do you mean?” He frowns.
“Sam and I…” She looks at said brother, who is asleep in the passenger seat. “We went to go look for you. And…”
“The djinn got you?”
“It put its hands on me.” She breathes, shutting her eyes. “I woke up… in Sam’s old apartment. In Stanford. And I wasn’t me.”
“What do you mean?” He pulls back to look at her.
She shakes her head, a sad smile on her face. “I’m human. Entirely human. I can’t turn, I can’t keep myself safe.”
“Olive, did you…”
She nods, tears in her eyes. “I wished I hadn’t let Sam go alone.” Her voice cracks, filled with agony.
He wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. “It’s gonna be okay, sweet girl. We’ll figure it out. I promise you.”
Sam shifts from beside them, pushing Olive’s feet off his lap. “Where are we?”
“Well, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” Dean chuckles.
Olive gives him a small giggle, but Sam’s face remains stoic. Dean sighs, rolling his eyes. “Illinois.”
“And you two think there’s something in there?” Sam nods toward the abandoned building.
Dean and Olive share a soft look, turning back to Sam. “We know there is.”
***
“See?” Sam scoffs. “There’s nothing here, Dean.”
“Wait.” Olive walks forward, eyes widening when she reaches a glass wall to her right. “We’ve been here.”
Dean nods, and Sam furrows his eyebrows. “Look, Carmen’s gotta be worried sick about you, Dean. Jess and Mom are probably wondering where Olive and I are. Come on, let-let’s just go.”
Something clatters, and Olive holds a hand out as Dean shushes Sam. The middle Winchester’s shoulders drop as realization sets in.
“What the hell was that?”
“Just shut up.” Olive growls.
“Stay behind me. Both of you.” Dean turns his flashlight off and leads them into the next room.
It’s a big one, pallets and crates stacked high. There’s cobwebs all over, and the moonlight creeps in through holes in the ceiling. Dean’s chest tightens, and Olive feels her blood drain as they see bodies hanging from the ceiling. Sam notices blood bags hanging next to the bodies, all dried out. He shudders, stepping closer to Dean.
“De.” Olive whispers, batting at his arm with a shaking hand. “Look, it’s her.”
The brothers turn their heads to the right, seeing the same girl Dean had. Her white clothes are dirtier than before, eyes open but looking close to dead. The blood bag hanging next to her is full, and Sam whines.
“Guys, what’s going on?”
Dean claps a hand over his mouth and drags him to hide, Olive following. The djinn appears from another hallway, walking up behind the girl. She begins to cry, whimpering and shuffling on her toes, which barely reach the ground.
“Where’s my dad?” She cries. “I won’t tell…” She focuses on the djinn. “Don’t. Don’t! Where’s my dad!”
The djinn reaches out, laying a hand on her face. “Sleep.” It commands.
It’s eyes glow a bright blue as her head drops forward, eyes fluttering shut. The djinn goes for the blood, pulling out a straw and taking a drink. Sam gags, and the djinn’s head whips around. Dean and Olive act fast, pulling Sam along to a new place to hide.
The djinn circles around a pile of crates before opting for the stairs, which creak with every move. The siblings watch as it disappears onto the next floor. Olive lets out a sigh once she hears a door shut, and Dean eases his hand off of Sam’s mouth.
“This is real? This is happening?” He pants.
Dean ignores him, looking at Olive. “She didn’t know where she was. She thought she was with her father.”
Olive’s eyes widen, and the color leaves her face. “Dean.”
“Come on.” He holds a hand out to her.
She grabs it, and Sam stays close behind them as they go back to the girl.
“What is that’s what the djinn does?” Dean begins to breath heavily.
“It doesn’t grant you a wish. It just makes you think it has.” Olive’s hand shakes in his.
“Look guys, that thing could come back. Alright? We gotta go.”
They ignore him again as they stumble past the women, looking at the corpses hung by their wrists. Olive whimpers, and Dean stares at a flickering light. In real life, they too, are hung up, blood draining. Dean holds back vomit as his hand tightens around Olive’s.
“Guys, please.” Sam pleads.
“Dean…” Olive’s voice shakes. “What if we’re like her? What if we’re tied up in some place, what if this is all in our heads?”
Dean tugs them back toward the girl, eyes wide. “I mean, it could… maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid. Maybe it just feeds on us… slowly.”
“No.” Sam shakes his head. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. Okay?”
“What if that’s why we keep seeing her?” Dean shakes his head. “Not a spirit, flashes of reality.” He sighs, looking down at his sister. “We’re taking all of this stuff in, and we can’t snap out of it.”
“Okay, look. You guys are right, I was wrong. You aren’t crazy, but we need to go. Fast.” Sam places a hand on each of their shoulders and starts to pull them away.
Dean keeps Olive in his grip as he pulls away, eyes wide. Sam scowls, confused.
“He’s not real.” Olive whispers.
“What?” Sam scoffs, shoving Dean, then flicking Olive’s forehead. “You feel that? I’m real. This isn’t an acid trip. We have to go or that thing is gonna come down here and kill us. For real. Come on!”
“There’s one way to be sure.” Dean’s jaw sets.
Olive sighs as she pulls out the two knives, handing one to him. Sam’s eyes widen as he takes a step back, hands up.
“What are you guys doing?”
“Old wives’ tale.” Olive starts.
“If you’re about to die in a dream, you wake up.” Dean explains.
“No, no, no, no, no, no.” Sam shakes his head, furious. “That’s crazy. Alright?”
Dean hums, and Olive shrugs. “Maybe.”
“You two are going to kill yourselves.” Sam starts back toward them.
Olive puts the knife to her neck, and Dean points his own toward his stomach. Sam stops again, hands up.
“Or we’re gonna wake up.”
“One or the other.”
“Okay, this isn’t a dream.” Sam tries to get through to them again. “I’m here, with you guys, now. And you’re about to kill yourselves.”
“No, we’re pretty sure.” Dean shakes his head.
“Like, ninety percent sure. Sure enough.” Olive’s grip on her knife tightens, her hand still in Dean’s.
She looks up at him, and he looks down at her. Tears fill both their eyes as they nod to each other.
“Wait!” Sam shouts.
Mary appears in front of them, walking toward Dean. She’s wearing the same white nightgown she died in. Behind Sam, Carmen appears, and Jessica brushes past Olive’s shoulder.
“Why’d you have to keep digging?” Sam frowns, teary-eyed. “Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone? You guys were happy.”
Mary stands in front of Dean. “Put the knife down, honey.”
“Dean.” Olive whimpers.
“You’re not real.” Tears slip down Dean’s cheeks. “None of it is.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s still better than anything you had.”
“What?” Dean frowns.
“It’s everything you want. We’re a family again. Let’s go home.”
Dean shakes his head, feeling Olive’s fingernails in his skin. “No, I’ll die. The djinn… it’ll drain the life out of me in days. Out of both of us.”
“But here, with us, it’ll feel like years.” She places one hand on Dean’s cheek, and the other under Olive’s chin. “Like a lifetime. I promise.”
Olive and Dean begin to cry harder as Mary’s voice softens, becoming a lullaby. “No more pain. Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean. Olive. Stay with us.”
Dean leans into her hand, and Olive looks up at him, sobbing quietly.
“Get some rest.” Mary coaxes.
“You don’t have to worry about Sam anymore.” Jessica speaks. “You can watch him live a full life. Olive, you get to stay with him.” She smiles softly.
Olive’s attention is drowned by Sam’s watery puppy-eyes. Carmen replaces Mary in front of Dean, kissing him softly.
“We can have a future together. Have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please.”
Sam steps up, prying their hands apart. He bends down in front of Olive, a sad smile on his face.
“Haven’t we done enough? Haven’t we given… enough?”
Olive shakes her head. “You’re not Sam.” She tugs her hand back, finding Dean’s once more.
“Please.” Sam looks at Dean. “Put down the knives.”
Olive squeezes Dean’s hand as she shuts her eyes. Dean looks at Sam, letting out a shaky breath.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers.
He sinks the knife into his stomach, and Olive slits her throat, eyes rolling back.
“Dean! Olive!”
My eyes shot open as a warm hand came to my cheek. “Sammy.” I mumbled, feeling my eyes fall shut again.
“No, hey, hey.” Sam shook my head. “No, come on. Olive.” He whined. “Dean.”
Dean let out a soft grunt. Sam turned his attention to him, patting his face.
“Hey. Hey.”
“Auntie Em…” Dean groaned through a laugh. “There’s no place like home.”
“Sammy.” I called again, forcing my eyes to stay open.
“Oh, thank god.” Sam let out a breath. “I thought I lost you guys for a second.” He went for the needle in Dean’s neck before removing mine. “Hang on, okay?” He grabbed my weight in one arm, holding me against himself as he cut at the ropes.
“Sam.” I muttered.
“I know, baby. Just hang on.”
“Sam!” Dean barked.
The djinn snuck up on Sam, and Sam turned, knife in his grip. The djinn put a hand up to Sam’s forehead, and Sam struggled to get away. I tugged at my ropes, feeling like I was going to pass out. Sam grunted, hand wrapped around the djinn’s wrist. A growl ripped through my throat, and my jaw cracked in my head. I felt my claws against my own skin as I tore at the ropes. I tumbled to the ground, feeling my ribs ache.
Sam kicked, sending the knife my way. I clutched it and scrambled to my feet, stumbling toward the djinn. I took a breath before thrusting the knife into it’s back. I twisted it, and the light dimmed from the djinn’s eyes. I pulled the knife back out, and the djinn dropped to the side, dead. Sam struggled to catch his breath, and I held a hand out for him. He took it, and I helped pull him to his feet.
“Help me with Dean.” My voice was weak.
We cut him loose, catching him before he could hit the ground like I had. Dean’s head turned to the side, and his red eyes focused on something. I looked, only to see the girl that had been haunting us. Her eyes moved under her eyelids.
“She’s still alive!” Dean shouted. “Sam.”
I handed Sam the knife as Dean took the needle from her neck. I helped keep her steady, and Dean caught her as she fell.
“I gotcha.” He soothed. “I gotcha, we’re gonna get you out of here, okay? We’ve gotcha.”
***
“Okay, uh, thank you so much for the update.” Sam glanced at me as he spoke on the phone. “Okay.” He nodded. “Bye.” He hung up, tossing his phone onto the table. “That was the hospital. Girl’s been stabilized. Good chance she’s gonna pull through.”
Dean nodded, looking down at a magazine in his hand. “That’s good.”
“Yeah.” Sam sighed, sitting down next to me. “How about you two? You alright?”
I nodded, shuffling into his lap. I curled up tightly, resting my head against his neck. He kept his arms tight around me as Dean cleared his throat. Jinx hopped up onto the bed, resting her chin on his leg.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” He let out a laugh. “You should’ve seen it, Sam. Our lives. God, you were such a pussy.”
Sam chuckled. “So we didn’t get along then, huh?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think any of us really did.”
“I thought…” Sam shook his head. “I thought it was supposed to… to be this perfect fantasy.”
“It wasn’t.” Dean shrugged. “It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. She never died, we never went hunting…”
“I wished I hadn’t let you go off to California alone. But our lives weren’t ours, so it wasn’t the same.” I kept my head against him.
“We just, uh… we never… you know.” Dean sighed.
“Yeah.” Sam nodded, running a hand through my hair. “Well, I’m glad we do. And I’m glad you two dug yourselves out. Most people wouldn’t have had the strength.”
“Would’ve just stayed.” I whispered, feeling tears well in my eyes again.
“Yeah, lucky us.” Dean snorted. “I mean… you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids.”
“Yeah, but… Dean, it wasn’t real.” Sam’s voice softened.
“I know. But I wanted to stay.” Dean’s voice cracked.
I looked up, seeing that he, too, was in tears. I nodded. “I wanted to stay too.”
Dean took a shaky breath. “I mean, ever since Dad, all I can… all I can think about is how much this job’s cost us. We’ve lost so much. Sacrificed so much.”
I sniffed, looking up at Sam. “We’ve lost almost everything.”
He sighed, knowing I meant Jess. “But people are alive because of us. It’s worth it, guys. It is. It’s not fair, and…” He shook his head, looking down at me. “It hurts like hell, but… it’s worth it.”
Dean looked at him, then at me. Tears fell down my cheeks as he looked away.
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