Supernatural fantasies

  Two days ago Dean told me about a hunt out in Wisconsin, he thought it was a simple salt and burn ghost kind of thing. People disappearing and bodies found mangled and bloodied, certain people were the targets; nurses to be exact. I thought it was a curse in the hospital, an angry spirit going bezerk.

     "Should be an easy job. Think you can handle it?" he teases.

"Ha. Of course I can" I scoff at him, "You and Sam did teach me. I can do this"

   "Oh, they grow up so fast" I hear Sam sigh sarcastically behind him, "Oh ha ha Sam" I stick my tongue out and he smiles.

  I smile at the memory but quickly snap out of it when one demon sticks his arm out from behind a tree and slams me on the floor. I kick and punch him but he pins my wrists to the floor "Easy now pretty one" he laughs, his black eyes reflecting the light of the moon staring down at me. 

  "Get off!" 

  I nudge my knee up to my chest separating me and him and push up as hard as I can, he falls back and I sprint across the road to a small diner. I burst in and dozens of eyes look at me, I straighten up and wipe the blood from my lips "Do you have a phone I can borrow?" I ask the waitress from the other side of the counter. She nods and points back at the bathrooms, "Between the bathroom doors hun."

 I follow the direction of her finger and see a payphone between two doors like she said. I dial Sam's number quickly, after the first ring he answers "(y/n)! Where are you?" I wince when I roll my shoulder back "At this diner on road called F. Allen.... Sam you have to hurry"

  "We're almost there. Hang on! Stay where they won't find you"

I hear the bell ring and look back to see the demons that were chasing me entrancing in to the diner "I can't" I breathe out, he pauses "what do you mean?," I hesitate and sigh "They already found me" I drop the phone but hear Sam's voice yelling through for me.

  I grit my teeth and drop down on all fours and crawl under the counter top and into the kitchen. I get up and startle a waitress but cover her mouth immediately "Shhh please" I look over the kitchen window and haven't been noticed by them, "Just please don't scream" she nods reluctantly and I slowly move my hand away. 

  "Don't hurt me please" she begs. " I'm not. I'm hiding from those men" I point over to the window "they want to kill me." She looks over and I notice the cross that's around her neck, I snatch it off and she yelps "Shhh!" I place a finger over my mouth, "they'll find me" 

  She looks down at my hand and frowns "you're one of them huh?" I look up in confusion "What?" I ask her, "A hunter" she exclaims "that's why you need the cross, to make holy water." I nod slowly and she smiles "My dad was one" then her smiles dropped "but then a demon killed him"

  I look down at the cross "Well, I hope you don't mind but can I borrow this?," she nods quickly, "Of course. Anything to hurt those bastards"  

    I hear commotion and people scream as I bless boiling pots of water, I quickly switch off the fire and move them close to the window, "Hey! You sons of bitches!" I yell out, walking through the door. They all stand, some drop people to the floor and join the others "You looking for me?" I smile.

  "A bit cocky for being out numbered" one of them says and the rest laugh, "sounds a bit cocky from someone that's going to die pretty soon" I reply tilting my head.

  "You're out numbered sweet heart" another says. 

"True but, doesn't mean you'll win" 

  "Quit your talking skank! We know you called the Winchesters and are only stalling till they get to you. Help a poor damsel in distress" she mockingly faints. I tighten my jaw at the comment and reach behind me and throw the holy water at her. She screams and the rest growl and lung at me.

  I sprint through the door and run across the kitchen. I grab another pot and throw it at the demons behind me. Some fall down on their knees while others jump over taking there place. I use the pot as a weapon and hit them hard enough to knock them down. 

  I dodge a punch and hit a demon's gut but didn't do much when another knocked me over on the head. I fall down, my head feeling buzzed and my vision blurry. Soon I'm being kicked in the gut over and over, my body slamming against the metal cabinets from behind, then i'm kicked all over my body, I crouch into a fetal position. It stops when a voice says enough. They all back away, one pulls me up.

  I look up with my swollen eyes and see the same demon I sprayed with boiling holy water walk into the kitchen "She's mine" she hisses, "Can't get enough of me huh?" I spit blood on the floor.

  She smiles and grabs a kitchen knife from a magnet rack and holds it up to my face "Oh I'm going to get as much as I want" she grabs my hair and pulls my head back, then lights shine through the windows and into the diner, "take care of them" she orders others to go.

  A few grunts and explosions later the boys burst through the kitchen door, Sam and Dean both have their guns up. They turn sharply when they notice us "let her go!" Sam yells.

  The demon chuckles "Or what?"

"Or you'll drop dead where you're standing" Dean butts in taking a step forward.

  She turns to face me, "Sorry boys" she picks up the blade. I look at Sam and mouth "Sam" and I give a smile. I feel the blade lung into my gut and my face falls whilst still staring at Sam. She twists it into my body and I can't breathe or do anything. I drop to my knees and fall on my side.

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 "NO!!" they both yell. Dean pulls out the knife and Sam starts saying an exorcism.

  As Sam exorcises the demons he sees (y/n)'s motionless and battered body on the floor. He finishes and quickly runs to her.

 "(y/n). (y/n) wake up" he pleads holding her close to him, "Wake up (y/n)" he moves her hair out of her face , her blood covering her face, so much blood. 

 "How is she?" Dean calls from behind.

 "I don't know. But we need to go to the hospital... fast"

 He swoops up her limp body and exits out toward the impala.

  Dean doesn't hold back and passes all stop signs and red lights, racing pass cars and buildings, "Can you stop the bleeding?" Dean looks back at her body. "No. She's losing too much blood. Hurry Dean!" "I'm trying!" Dean snaps back. With shaky hands Sam uses his jacket to slow the bleeding down , he holds her body against his closely "Stay with me!," she mumbles but no solid words come out.

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 "Someone bring a gerny asap!" a nurse calls back. 

  "You can save her right?" Sam looks down at her beaten face, tightening his grip around her, "We'll try our best" the nurse says sympathetically. He looks to see Dean arguing with a cop about speeding and gives him a ticket.

  "Set her on the bed gently" the nurse orders. Sam obliges and sets her body down and without wasting time she's down the hall and disappeared behind double doors.

 Sam sniffles and wipes his face only to be covered in (y/n)'s blood, he realizes and runs to a bathroom to wash it off.

 "She's going to be okay" he tells himself out loud, he tries his best not to cry but his eyes start watering. He dries off and heads out the bathroom to meet up with Dean.

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  My insides hurt, a lot. How did I end up in this mess? I'm probably dead. But I'm not. Sam and Dean saved me, they wouldn't let me die. I do feel a bed under me and a blanket covering me. ow it hurts to move.

  "(y/n)"

That's Sam's voice. I'm not dead. I open my eyes and I was right. There he is, Sam Winchester sitting by my bed.

  "You look exhausted" I croak

He looks up and sighs of relief "(y/n)." I give a dry lip smile the best i can before I coughed and cleared my throat with the help of water that Sam kindly gave me.

  I sip some water and give back the glass. "Sam-" I begin but was stopped when I felt his lips press onto mine, he cups my face in his hands and deepens the kiss "I thought I lost you" he huffs resting his forehead on mine "I-I thought I lost you too" I look up to meet his eyes. He smiles and kisses my forehead. He caresses his thumb across my cheekbone, careful not to touch the bandage much.

 "You're beautiful" he murmurs, "I always wanted to tell you that"

  "That I'm beautiful?"

"Yeah"

I smile and look down at his shirt, "You got hurt too?" I frown looking at the giant blood stain. He looks and shakes his head "No. I was holding you when I was trying to stop the bleeding" 

  "Sam I'm sorry" I exclaim. 

"(y/n), you were dying. Don't apologize" 

  "But-"

"I said don't apologize. I really thought you were done for. When that demon stabbed you. Panicked swelled up inside me. i was so scared" I see his eyes water at the brim. I grab his hand "I couldn't leave you boys" he sits on my bed and leans in kissing my forehead again "(y/n). I love you so much" I smile, "I love you too Sam Winchester" he chuckles and kisses me again, this time more softer. 

  He pulls away for a moment and whispers "Stay with me" 

 "Y-yes?" your voice squeaked. "(y/n), are you okay?" Damn. It was Gadreel himself.

You were still trying to calm down from your earlier fiasco you forgot to answer back. "I heard you praying to me. Is everything okay in there?"

   You stumbled out of the shower, stubbing your toe on the toilet "Ouch!" you blurt out. Gadreel comes barging into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees your naked body "I'm so sorry (y/n)!" he turns quickly, his cheeks redden from embarrassment.

    You sigh "Gadreel, it's okay.You can turn around now" wrapping a towel around your body.

   He hesitates turning slightly using his peripheral vision to see if your were actually covered without having to look directly at you, when he sees that you are he continues to turn. He looks up and down at your body then into your eyes "You were praying to me. I heard you whisper my name,"

   "I wasn't praying" you look down at the wet floor and twisted bathroom rug, "I-I was thinking about you" you admit, too scared to look up at him.

   He's quiet for a moment then speaks "Thinking about me?" "Yes Gadreel.

"You know, when you think bout someone."

"What were you thinking about me?" the question made you blush, you sure weren't expecting for him to go any further with the topic.

"If you don't tell me I'll just have to read your mind" he lifts his hand to your temple, "NO!" you object avoiding his hand.

    "Then tell me. You were in the shower. Now what were you thinking?" his voice goes dangerously low, making a shiver down your spine. You bite you lip not sure of what to say.

    "Come on (y/n). I sense your arousal when I'm around, it radiates off your body" he steps closer, so close to touch your body but doesn't lay a hand on you. Your breath hitches, heart beat quickening you attempt to step back but hit the counter, the towel bundled into your fists, keeping you from wanting to throwing your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.  

  He steps closer pressing his body against yours, so close you're leaning back. He reaches up to your balled fists and takes them into his hands lifting them, the towel falls and pools around your feet. Goose bumps rise all around your still wet body.

   He lowers his hands to your hips and picks you up easily setting you on the counter, he rests his hands there and leans into your face, brushing his lips against yours agonizingly teasing them.

          "I-I wasn't thinking that at all" you lie. He presses between your thighs to your loins, his jeans causing friction on your clit.

"Do not lie (y/n)" he growls against you ear. Softly he kisses down your neck "You shouldn't lie. Bad girls like you get punished for lying" passing your collar bone to your shoulder sending tingles down south.

    "Oh" you moan quietly from the contact.

       "Pl-please Gadreel"

"Please what?" he lifts his head looking down at you, his eyes dark and hunger for lust. "Hmm, (y/n)? What do you want?" he licks his bottom lip like a wolf when he sees it's prey and you were the prey. This side of Gadreel you've never seen but you were liking every bit of it.

    You gulp and take a breath "Please take me" your voice was croaky.

    "Take you? I thought you weren't thinking of that" he was teasing you, mocking. He continues to kiss and nibble up and down all around your neck. The teasing wasn't as bad till his hands started doing work. grabbing you by the waist and wrapping your legs around his hips, his hands caressing up the back of your thighs and cupping your ass lifting you towards him more.

    It was a tingling party down there, you wanted more "Gadreel please" you pleaded to him "What do you want (y/n)?" he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit in a slow painful circulating motion.

    He knew what you wanted, exactly what you wanted but he wants to hear you say it, beg him for it. Your moans and gasps was all you could do to answer him.

     He dropped down his jacket and ripped off his shirt revealing his muscular built body, his pants hanging at his hips. He undoes his belt and strips off his pants and socks and shoes, all that's left is his boxers. You could see his member wanting to break through the barrier of cloth that's trapping it. Your mouth starts to water at the thought of taking him in your mouth.

  Without a second thought you reach into his briefs and pull him out, pumping slowly, feeling his member in your hand. He gasps and pulls you forward more.

    He leans his forehead on yours as you pump him, feeling the pre-cum surface, you lick it off your thumb not breaking eye contact with him.

He grits his teeth "Oh, you are a bad, bad girl" he picks you up off the counter.

    You drop to your knees and pull the briefs down to his ankles, you sway your hair back and lick his tip, then swirl your tongue around, taking him in hallowing out your cheeks then pushing him further in. He grunts, balling your hair in his fist moving your head to the rhythm he likes, the wet and sucking sounds mixed with grunts was filling the room. The feeling of him in your mouth was more amazing then you thought, he was big, you couldn't fit him all inside so you used your magic on the tip. He leans forward resting his hands on the counter, thrusting slightly forward into your mouth, you follow the rhythm swirling your tongue around the tip whilst using your hand to pump his shaft.

   He quickly pulls out "Not yet" taking your hand,

  "there seems to still be soap in your hair... let's fix that."

  He guides you into the shower, turning on the water to a warm temperature. The water cascades over his shoulders, down his torso and abs, all the way to his throbbing member, awaiting for you again. He pulls you in and hoists you up, holding you against the cold tiled wall. The mixture of the warm water and his wet body sliding against yours made you tingle all over, your still sensitive area throbbing for more.

 "Oh Gadreel-" he never let you finish a word that came out of your mouth, his wandering hands and skilled tongue working on your body. "Is this what you want?" he taunts letting his shaft rub against your clit slowly.

  You bite down hard on your lip with your eyes shut, wanting to beg for him to take you already. "Y-yes-" you whisper quickly. He cups your ass pushing forward more, kissing down your neck, "I can't hear you" he growls biting your earlobe, he coils his hips back a little, resting his tip at your entrance. He knew what exactly you wanted but he wasn't going to give it to you without a little begging first.

    "I want you!" you cry. Without hesitation he plunges into you, stretching your walls. He stays still while you adjust to him then starts pumping inside you, starting at a slow pace. It feels tight down there but you don't mind, the water helping as an lubricant. 

   "-oh (y/n)-" he grunts "you feel amazing" he begins to quicken his pace more and the familiar tighten starts to build up at the pit of your belly. You find his mouth with yours and hungrily kiss each other as if you were each other's life support oxygen.

    Your body sliding up and down the wall as he thrusts into you in more uneven erratic patterns, "I'm almost there" he croaks kissing you again, "Keep going" you say not wanting it to end.

    He pivots his hips upward and continues thrusting even harder, he hits your spot just right, you start to see swirls roam around the shower. The coil in your belly tightens even more sending you to an oblivion of ecstasy-- stars appear in your vision as you're swept over the edge-- crying out his name over and over again-- he throws his head back sending him over as well when he feels your walls tighten around him and spills his seed-- He cries out your name one last time as his pace slows, pumping every last drop of him in you.

  As you both pant he let's you go on your feet but holds onto you still when he notices your legs are too weak to help you stand.

  When you don't notice Gadreel grabs a shampoo bottle and pours soap onto his hand and starts massaging your scalp.

"Haha I already cleaned my hair" you chuckle

"Well, it's messy again" he argues dipping your head under the water and rinsing it.

 You don't fight back and let him relax you a bit, he does the same with conditioner and repeats the same process.

  Afterwards he let's you clean him, he wraps his arms around your waist with his head hanging as you tip toe to wash his hair. Then he leans his head back letting the water spew over his face.

  "That was nice" he says. You look back seeing him gather his clothes with one hand and the other holding his towel around his waist, "It was" you agree drying your hair with a small towel. HE comes back in the bathroom fully dressed and sparkly clean while yo were still damp and still drying your hair.

  "I hope we get to do this again" he hugs you from behind kissing down you neck, you tilt your head to the side giving him a better reach "me too" you hummed "When do-" you turn to find he has disappeared, you huff a breath and continue drying yourself.

  She winces at the memory, reminiscing when she cried on the floor, curled up in a ball, her hands over her belly. "When you're born, he'll see you and change his mind" she says rubbing her swollen belly, "I'm sure he will-" she stops when Dean walks into the room, throwing his bag on the bed and striding to the dresser, striping off to put a new one on. "How was-" she begins but is cut off by a slam of the bedroom door. She sniffles and bites by the urge to cry. Being seven months pregnant was not making it east either to hold in emotions, this was the time that she really needed him.

  Waddling down the steps, Sam looks up and immediately runs from his chair, up the stairs to assist her "Haha I got it Sam" she chuckles, grabbing his waiting hand, "No, now you need help with things, like walking down the stairs. It's too dangerous to go down or up by yourself" he smiles leading her down.

  They both walk into the library, Sam takes his seat and (y/n) stands next to a hunched head, concentrating Dean "Another hunt already?" she asks, leaning forward to look down at the files of paperwork scattered across the table. Dean is silent, Sam notices and answers the question "Yeah. But luckily it's only in the next state so shouldn't take long" he glares at Dean then down at his laptop.

  "Ah!" she grunts, holding her belly. "What's wrong?" Sam begins to stand, "No, no. It's okay. Just kicking is all." Dean looks up to her then down at her belly "He.. he's kicking?" he asks softly. She nods slowly and grabs his hand and places it over the spot where the baby is. "You feel it?," he stares at his hand then feels a little ball go up and push against his hand, he pushes his chair back a little by the sudden force he just felt and then turns his chair, placing his other hand on her belly. The corner of his mouth curls up a little "Haha... I feel him- or her" he frowns, not sure which gender the baby is since he never went to the appointments, only Cas and Sam went with her. He rubs his hands over her belly in soothing circles. She hums at the contact, it's the first he's ever touched her since she told him. Sam looks between the two of them, smiling at what's happening, his brother and future niece or nephew. "Hey little buddy" Dean whispers, "Giving your mamma a hard time?" he gives a cheeky smile, his eyes are lit with happiness. Then they turn dark, quickly he coils back his arms and pushes himself away "No" he mutters, "I can't-" he says as he gets up and walks past (y/n). She grabs his arm and he pulls it away fast, making her lose her stepping but catches it "Dean!-" Sam shouts, "No. It's okay Sam" she holds her hand up on his shoulder "But (y/n)-," "I said it's okay" she repeats.

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1:17 am

    She tosses, flipping side to side, not finding a comfortable position. She finally gives in and sits up, huffing a breath her bangs going up then flowing back down and falling over her face. She starts to feel kicking again "You can't sleep too?" she asks "Come one. Let's see what uncle Sam is up to" pulling the covers off her and grabs her robe, not bothering to tie it. She finds Sam in the same place she left him, only more books are around him. "Hey Sam" she yawns rubbing her eyes, "Hey" he responds not looking up, "Can't sleep?" he asks, "No, and neither can this one," he smiles "You won't be getting much sleep when it gets here. By the way, didn't you find out what the sex is?" "No. Me and Cas thought we should do it old school and find out when it's born," "Ha. Okay."

    She looks around and doesn't find Dean around "Where's your brother?," "Oh. He went out. Probably at a bar." She rolls her eyes "Of course" she mumbles heading back to the room.

    Sam looks up to see her coming down, putting on a jacket "Whoa, whoa. Wait. Where are you going?" he stands in front of her, "Going to go get Dean. He needs to stop this running away game," "(y/n) I understand you'e angry at him. Hell, I'm mad at him too but it's too dangerous to go out," "I'll be fine Sam," she pushes him away, "(y/n) I can't let you go," "You're gonna stop me Sam?"she stops to look at him, he looks down "No" he says quietly. "Good" turning back around. "At least let me come with you," "No" was the last thing she said before shutting the bunker door.

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   Walking across the wet paved road where she saw the impala parked finding a pub where she guessed Dean would be and she wasn't wrong. She walks in, shaking off the cold outside weather. People stare down at her belly and up at her, she ignores them all. From the music playing and people chattering she heard a familiar laugh. Her head snaps around to see Dean downing a shot of whiskey, slamming the glass on the counter and grunts and signals the bartender for another. She shakes her head slowly and strides towards him. A man gets off a bench and turns sharply hitting (y/n) on the side making her stumble over a table and spill drinks. Dean turns and sees her. "I'm sorry" she mutters trying to push herself off the table, "Watch it, you cow!" a woman shouts, "Hey! Watch your whore mouth!" Dean shouts pulling (y/n) away from the table. Quickly she pushes herself off "Let go of me"she scolds. He frowns and is confused, "Don't touch me. You rather be here than taking care of me! I need you!" her eyes begin to water. dean glares at her "(y/n) can we talk somewhere more private?" he whispers. "No! I've been trying to talk to you for months but you just ignored me!" she places her hands over her mouth shaking her head. She turns and runs to the entrance, Dean right behind her.

   When she exits the pub she let's out a cry, her breathing shaking from her sobs. Dean stands behind, hesitant if he should saying anything.

  "Why! Why are you being like this? Why are you being so cold to me!"

"I'm not!"

   "Yes. Yes you are! Ever since I told you about your child you've been nothing but heartless to me! Sam notices it, Cas notices it! Don't you love me anymore?!" she wipes tears from her eyes.

"Of course I do! Dammit! I love you so much I'm afraid what will happen to you! I'm afraid (y/n)! I've faced demons, angels, monsters that are in kids' nightmares but this?! This is something I'm truly scared for. Not for me but for my kid!" his eyes begin to tear up "I don't know if I can do this. I'm so scared. It's not something I can't just walk away from"

    "What! What are you so afraid of Dean Winchester? Enlighten me!"

"Of ending up like my father (y/n)! I don't want this kid to be like me! End up like me! A sorry ass drop out with a drop beat dad!"

    "You don' know that! You are nothing like your father. We won't be the best parents in the world but we'll do our best for our child!"

He shakes his head "I'm sorry. I can't" he drifts, holding back tears "I just can't" he repeats. She looks at him, hurt written all over her face "Fine. You don't want to be part of this family. I'll leave alone" she turns and jogs, holding her belly. "(y/n) please" he chases after her.

    When she's halfway across the street, two bright lights come hurling towards her. Dean sprints "(Y/N)!!" he shouts. She turns, her eyes wide and scared. The car screeches and a loud thump. She hits the floor sliding away from the car. For a moment time stops, Dean stands there not believing what just happened. He's at her side before he realizes it, holding her body to him. She coughs out blood, grunting in pain "Dean. The baby!" she cries out. "You'll be fine babe. Just some scratches that's all" he gives a weak smile "everything is okay."

   The ambulance shows up and takes (y/n) with Dean by her side to the hospital "Dean, the baby" she mumbles over and over. She reaches to remove the oxygen mask but he stops her "No hun. Keep it on" he tries to stay calm for her but inside he's panicking, inside he's truly scared.

   He's running along side her, holding her hand as they rush through the emergency room. "Make sure they save the baby!" she shouts as he's pushed out the surgical room "Save our baby Dean!" she shouts again. "I will! I promise!" he yells back as the doors close. "I promise" he says quietly.

  Pacing back and forth. Part of him saying to stay strong and the other wanting to break down. Sam shows up minutes after Dean hangs up the phone with him. They both wait, Sam tries his best to keep dean from going insane and barging into the room.

  A babies cry is heard and they both look up, Sam sighs of relief and smiles while Dean remains still, rocking back and forth. The doors open up and a man with blood all over his gloves and coat walks to them "Winchester?" he asks, "Yes" they both say. "Which one of you is the father?" he rephrases his question, Sam sits down and Dean answers "That would be me. Tell me doc, is she okay? Are they both?"

   "The baby is fine. Perfect healthy baby" he begins and Dean sighs a relief holding his hand over his heart. "But your wife. I--" he sighs "I'm sorry. The pain was too much. The pressure was too great for her. She had an aneurysm in her brain and it popped" the doctor explained but Dean's body went cold. His world went grey in a matter of seconds. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

   He drops back on the chair, his chest begins to tighten and his breathing turns shaky. Sam is also wordless to the news. Everything is a blur, he can't focus on anything but getting her back. A woman, holding a bundle of blankets in her arms. He doesn't look up or move. Sam walks to the lady and gently holds the baby in his arms, rocking back and forth. Dean looks up to see a small hand grasp the pinky of Sam's hand. "Dean you have to see her" he says softly "She's beautiful."

  He shakes his head and gets up fast leaving the hospital.

    Several weeks have passed. The baby is at home and Dean is locked in his room. He's curled up in a ball, lying in the middle of the floor, whimpering as the music plays. The lyrics tearing they're way through. He shuts his eyes and thinking of all the ways he could have saved her--if only he saw that car coming-- if only he didn't run off to that bar-- if only he would have just stayed home with her like she deserved-- if only he didn't let her slips through his fingers. How easy one's life could end.

  Well, when you go

     Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay

And maybe when you get back

     I'll be off to find another way

 The drums bounce off the walls from the speakers, he covers his eyes as tears prickle down his cheeks. His cries drowned out from the music.

   And after all this time that you still owe

You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know 

   So take your gloves and get out

Better get out

   While you can 

The songs picks up and the hook booms. His body quivers and quakes, the song reminding him of that night. That horrible night.

  When you go

    would you even turn to say 

"I don't love you, like I did yesterday"

   He breaks down once more from the lyrics, so true to every word. The hook comes in once more hitting him harder than last time. The guitar solo tearing in and fading out, the song drops to a quiet volume then booms out again. As it fades away, his sniffling and whimpers can be heard. He lays there, holding himself, feeling like if he let's go he'll fall apart and won't repair from the damage done to his soul. Faintly a baby's cry emerges, he looks up slowly and stands to his feet.

  As he walks down the hall the crying gets louder and clearer. He pushes the door open and sees a white crib with pink blankets and a small lamp with a soft glowing light. Sam is leaning over the rail "Her name is Atiyya" he turns to Dean. "Cas named her, it means hope" he smiles softly. "Of course" Dean replies with a croaky voice. Sam pats Dean on the shoulder as he exits the room and Dean walks further in. He looks over to see a fussy baby girl, rubbing her eyes and sticking her tongue out repeatedly. He smiles softly and reaches in to pick her up "Hi Atiyya. I'm your father" he tilts his head, bouncing her in his arms in a soothing pace. She wiggles in his arms a bit, fussing with him a little but stops, her eyelids moving slower down to close.

   "You're beautiful, just like your mother" his already swollen eyes begin to sting as tears surface. "-I'm so sorry-" he whispers "I'm sorry your mom isn't here-- It's all my fault- But I promise I won't leave you. I'm not going anywhere"

   He rocks in a chair slowly, looking down at his daughter who has the same features as (y/n) but her father's green eyes.

"Hush....everything will be okay..." he murmurs.

The demon continues to stutter, you grow angry ready to fling him out of the room when he finally manages to speak.

"Please- Winchester is near!" He bursts out. A sinister smile grows across your face, you drop the demon and make way out of your office.

"Winchester. Finally" You say gladly as you walk into your room. You change into jeans and boots and a small simple white shirt, putting a brown leather jacket over your shoulders.

Walking out into the cold air, two other demons at your side "Come on. We have work to do". Normally you would send the demons to do the job but this has been your mission even before you became Queen of Hell. 

You find the location where the Winchesters will be. An old shitty barn "Of course" you mutter to yourself. As you approach the double doors with a flick of your hand, the doors exploded. You walk in, just like they said.

"Dean Winchester. Such a pleasure to finally meet you" strolling in casually.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean spats at you, his fist wrapped around the shirt collar of one of your demons. The one that let you know where they were.

"We'll get to names later" you look from Dean to the demon "Good work" you say to him. The demon's smiles slowly looking up at Dean.

"Son of a bitch" Deans says quietly then shoves the knife at the demons throat. Sparks of light coming from its eyes and mouth then goes black. He drops the body and takes a step towards you. The demons behind stepped in front of you, weapons in their hands. You continue to smile, not phased at all by Dean's "wrath".  

After Dean killed them you pout sarcastically looking down at their bodies "Oh... what a shame. How pathetic. Can't handle a simple piece of meat suit" You look up at Dean "No problem, they can be replaced" your voice gets darker as you say it.

Dean scoffs, lunges at you. By reflex you dip down to the side, missing him. He stumbles as he lands on his feet and turns quick, you brace yourself for his next attack, then someone pulls your arms back. You look back, a tall figure man with shoulder length hair. You scoff and slide out of his grip, crawling backwards between his legs. And kicked his back, thrusting him forward into a table, his head hitting the edge knocking him unconscious.

Dean looks back at his brother, then turns slowly to face you "Bitch" he whispers. You shrug your shoulders raising your brows.

He lunges forward once again, knife in his hand. You dodge it, he falls against the wall, you take that as your chance and grab his hair slamming his head on the wall. He falls, not moving. You take the knife and him.

Inspecting the demon knife Winchester had, the carved markings on the blade and wooden handle. It was deadly but somehow fascinating to you. You hear a whimper, looking up from the knife, a bloody face chained to the floor Dean laid. You walk over and kneel next to him, he awakens and flinches back when he sees you "No use" you say "You're not going anywhere" pointing to the chains.

He sighs sharply "What do you want? Where am I?"

"Where you're at right now. I wouldn't question too much"

He looks at you, tensing his jaw.

You continue "I want to know why you are looking for (y/n) (y/l/n)"

He gives you a confused look, hesitating "She's- she's my sister"

You set back a little. Confused.

"Now that I answered one of your questions. How about you answer mine? Who are you?"

You stand up, shaking a little, your eyes begin to water "(y/n) (y/l/n)" your voice shakes.

Dean lifts his head up, his face drops, a slight line between his brows.

You drop to your knees, and slowly unchain him. He brings his hands up to his wrists, rubbing them. "I'm sorry.." you say quietly. He doesn't respond back but gets up. Your eyes on the chains then feel a tap on your shoulder, you look up to see Dean holding his hand out to you, you take it.

"I'll take you back home" you mutter

In a flash you and Dean were on Bobby's porch. Dean is startled "How'd you know to take me here?" he asks. "I've been hunting you for years. I had to know where you would usually be. Hoping to catch you here" 

He nods his head slowly, you let go if his hand and walk down the stairs. He's about to open the door when he stops and turns.

"Hey"

You turn around "Yeah?"

"Come inside. Have some pie with your big bro" a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You smile big "Sure. I like pie"

Dean raises his eye brows "Maybe you are my sister" he says letting you in first.

"We have a hunt for you. Come down to the library, alright?" His voice risen a little at the end, he clearly wasn't going to deal with any of my sarcastic comebacks or attitude.

A couple quick nods were my response. He turned on his heel and stomped down the hall and stairs. Not saying a word after that.

As I get closer to the library I hear whispering between the two brothers. When I emerge at the entry way of the library they quickly take a glance at me, stopping in the middle of their conversation, they both tense up, pausing what they were doing.

I walk in a little slower, head down, eyes on my hands as I take a seat at the farthest table away from them. I can feel their eyes on me the entire time. It was like that for a couple minutes till Sam cleared his throat, the quietude disrupted that lingered in the air.

"(Y/n) we found a case for you. It seems like its our kind of thing" Sam’s voice was soft, it relaxed me a little. He is just as mad as Dean is but he's sentimental about it. He pushes emotions away when it comes to a case, he gives some sympathy but not enough to tell me that he's not mad.  

I raise my head a little, only to stare at the books in front of him, too scared to look into either of their eyes. “Do you have any idea what I’ll be dealing with?” my voice was low, cracky, I clear my throat a little to prevent from that happening again.

"Uh yeah. By the looks of these reports its probably a ghost. A simple salt and burn job" he says squinting at the laptop screen. I look up a little more still not making eye contact, "Where at?"

"Not that far. A couple hours drive from here. Ah here it is, Tillman, Oklahoma" he says turning his glance at me.

I sigh and stand up from my chair, with my head still hanging I nod and turn to walk out.

I heard Dean scoff and mutters quietly “Good. Finally do a damn hunt on her own”

I stop for a brief moment and inhale shakily, trying to not burst into tears and walk quickly out the library and up the stairs. When I did, I heard arguing whisper continue between them two. 

Sam was right. It was a simple salt and burn job. Second night of being here and I’m already done. Guess I’ll head back tomorrow. Try to get some rest. 

“Come on Sam!” Dean mutters as he gathers your clothes and stuffs them in boxes. Sam sighs at his brother as he carefully puts your belongings into bags, hesitating every once in awhile, guilt rising and falling.

“Guys this isn't right” says Kevin, leaning at the doorway “We should talk to her. What if she’s going through something?”

“Like what Kev? She’s smoking pot here. That’s not okay. She’s a stoner. She’s only hurting her self. Have you seen the way she looks lately?” Dean says as he straightens up and leans to one side, hand on his hip. Kevin gulps, looking at the angered Winchester before him.

His face of concern for you. He cared about you very much, more than you would ever have thought of. He was good at hiding his feelings for you. For how many times he wanted to hold you in his arms, kiss you every time you would look up at him and smile. When ever he heard you crying at night in your room, he would get mad at himself for not walking in and comforting you, tell you everything is going to be okay because he loves you. But to him, you were way out of his league, he thought of himself as a lonely nerd and you being the pretty girl every guy would drool over. You were different, you were a nerd just like him and also being drop dead gorgeous was the cherry on top. Even though you two were so alike he still doubted of any chance getting with you.

 Heading back home…. well…. kind of home. My mind replaying memories before finding out about my sickness, before everything went to shit…. Shaking my head focusing on the road, my mind objects and wanders back.

~Kevin and I at the bunker, when he first moved in. Gosh was he so shy. I thought he was just adorable. Though he’s a couple years older than me, he had such an innocent look. Like a child, a child I want to protect and keep safe from the dark world that lives beneath us. Sometimes I would stay up with him as he works on the tablet, keep him company.

Even though we wouldn't talk, he didn't deny my presence. I would sit close next to him, close enough to hear him muttering to himself. Guessing it was the words replaying in his head from reading the tablet too much. Leaning up against his shoulder then realize what I am doing, I feel my cheeks fluster and pull away a little, him turning his head frowning a little “Why you pull away for?” Shocked by his reaction. I smile slowly as I lean back on him, he returns the smile looking down at me then turns his gaze back on the tablet.~

I smile at the memory, leaning my head back on the seat as I cruise down an empty road. Surrounded by fields of green, my arm sticked out of the window, feeling the warm air whizzing through my fingers. For a moment I feel okay then reality creeping up my throat and tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

All those memories of being in the bunker with Kevin and the Winchesters which I practically called my brothers. Kevin. I wish I could tell him how I feel about him.... but he won't listen. Holding back another sob, I wipe my hand over my face to clear the tears. Shaking my head and sitting up straighter putting my full focus on the road.

But I can't. All I see is the prophet boy and his warm brown eyes and his sweet smile that I love so much.

I should sit them all down and tell them..... yes! That's what I'll do. I'll explain to them that I'm sick and probably don't have a lot of time left. I will. I shall. Then I'll confess my love for him. if he rejects me then fine, but I want him to know.

After weeks of battling depression and anger it's all flushed away to the thought of seeing Kevin smile and embrace me in a hug. That things will turn out good, and be the same again.....

~~~~~~~~~

Anxiety is replaced by relaxation, butterflies in my stomach, everything will be okay I say to myself. I have confidence now.... I have hope...

Pulling around the corner, my car getting closer to the bunker. I park it and shut the engine off. Swinging my backpack around my shoulders and walking to the entrance. I stop when I see boxes in the front and bags and my suite cases!

"What the hell?" I whisper to myself.

I get closer and see there's a note on one of the boxes.

(y/n).

Sorry for this but you're out. There's all your belongings in the boxes. The real reason why we sent you on a hunt is because we could pack all your things, giving us enough time. We just can't have that kind of crap here. We wish you well.

                                                                   -Winchesters

I crumple the paper in my hand and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. I can't believe they kicked me out... 

Without bothering to march into the bunker and demand what the hell this shit is about I grab the boxes and stuff them in the trunk. And putting the more delicate stuff in the back seat. 

Hauling ass down the road not bothering with traffic police, tears streaming down my cheeks, holding in what faith I had left to fix things, gone. No going back now. They made their choice and so have I.

I run in and see Sam setting our plates…. but no Dean. “Where’s Dean?” Sam looks up from where he was standing with an annoyed face “he said he wasn’t going to eat lunch unless there was pie…. so he went to go get some…” I chuckle a little as I sat at my place “Man’s gotta have his pie” Sam looks down at me with his famous bitch face and I laugh even more. He crooks a small smile and shakes his head a little. After he set everything up he sits across from me, when he got settled in he starts making his plate. Macaroni & cheese, small ham & turkey sandwiches and koolaid in a punch bowl “hmmm yummy” I start humming to myself and Sam smiles and glances over at me “Mac & cheese?” he asks as he holds up the bowl of little shells covered in gold I hum in agreement and he leans over the table putting a little on my plate. “Thanks Sammy” i look at him with a smile, he looks back and gives me a reassuring smirk. i reach over to the plate of sandwiches and grab a couple. After my second and possibly Sam’s fourth plate we put all the food away and saved the leftovers for Dean.

"That was a good lunch… thanks Sammy!" I hug him and he squeezes me back "No prob kiddo…. Now get back to what ever you were doing before" I laugh and run out the kitchen and down the hall "You don’t have to tell me twice!" I yell back and I heard his laugh echo and the sound of the bunker door opening. I only assumed it was Dean just barely getting back from his pie run. I run into the studio… well my studio and closed the door behind me. I stretch my limbs a little and do some cardio, I grab the remote and turn on the stereo and the sound of Ellie Goulding- Burn started playing and I smiled, closed my eyes, and started to move my body to the beat…

Winchester’s POV

"Hey" Dean said walking down the door way stairs "I got my pie" he says with a proud smile across his face. Sam just gives him a slight bitch face then continues washing the dishes. Dean smiles fades and he rolls his eyes, he scans the kitchen as he walks further in and sets the bag on the table and pauses then does a sharp turn in Sam’s direction "Wh-where’s the food? What, did you two eat it all?" he stands there waiting for his younger brother to answer but gets no reply. He straightens his stance then slumps his shoulders with a annoyed expression on his face. He straightens back up and walks over to the fridge finding the bowl of mac&cheese and a couple sandwiches that were left. he sets it out on the table and starts eating straight out from the containers. Sam turns and his expression changes from calm to disgust when he finds his older brother stuffing his face like a pig. "Dude seriously?….. get a plate!" the older brother’s gaze slowly trails to his brother’s face, mouth completely full of macaroni and bread, "Dude calm down… I’m saving you dishes" he says making sure no food falls out of his mouth. Sam just pouts a little then rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he turns away then hears a flutter of feathers and turns back around. Dean still chewing his food slowly turns on his chair and sees Cas looking at him, His head tilted in curiosity, eyes looking concerned "Dean… what’s wrong with your mouth?" Cas asked "Why is it swollen?". Sam laughs at the angel’s questions and Dean’s face drops then continues chewing on his food "Nothing is wrong Cas" " But your mou-" "Dude! I’m eating… you know… stuffing my mouth with food". Cas is silent for a moment before getting what Dean was telling him. Then his head shot up "Oh!… Right… eating.. i got it.." Dean just shakes his head slightly.

Then something caught Cas’ attention. “What’s that thumping noise?” he asked shooting glances between the Winchester boys. Sam leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest “The music?” Cas looks at Sam and nods “That’s (y/n)’s music… from her dance studio” Cas tilts his head slightly not understanding what Sam was saying. “Yeah shitty music at that” Dean adds. Cas still confused on what he was comprehending “So that’s shitty music playing from her… dance studio?”, “Yep!” Dean says “You’re getting the hang of it Cas” Sam shakes his head at his brother’s comments “Well yeah that’s her music playing but it’s not completely shitty and Dean you know she likes the music you play but she likes to dance to that music” Dean smirks at what Sam says because it was true. (Y/N) loved the music Dean would play and she loved when they both sang the same songs over and over not getting tired of them, while poor Sammy had to always listen to their singing but didn’t mind.

"Dancing?…. What’s dancing?" Cas asked, more curious about what the boys were talking about. "Well….." Sam trailed off, "It’s hard to explain.. dancing is like the body expressing emotions and (y/n) likes dancing because she feels herself and she’s in her own little world" Cas tilted head turns to the direction of where the sound is coming from he eyes the hallway, few minutes pass by. And Sam coughs disrupting Cas’ concentration and Cas’ head shoots straight back at Sam who was still leaning against the counter this time hands on the edge of the counter. "Cas you know you could always check it out, like watch so you know what dancing is" Dean said getting up from his chair and putting the rest of the macaroni back in the fridge and the empty plate that used to have all the sandwiches in the sink. "What?" Cas said quickly. Dean turns "You know… walk in there and watch her dance, so you get a hint of what dancing is. Me and Sam have seen her dance and she dances really well. She has talent but is stuck in this life style. Plus she doesn’t like when people watch her so don’t get caught". Cas’ cheeks turn pink and he rapidly looks around the kitchen avoiding the boys’ gazes "No I possibly can’t spy on her… I don’t want to disgrace her or… creep her out" Cas stutters the words out trying to making it seem like he wasn’t at all fluttered by the thought of (y/n)’s body moving against his. Sam just looks at Cas then turns, making his way to the library and Dean squints his eyes and makes that okay-what-ever-you-say look and walks out the room.

Leaving Cas alone in the kitchen.

Cas’ POV

I stand there, debating if i should follow Dean or watch her… watch her move her body.