Remember Me - DeanWinchesterImagine

 Remember Me - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: You go on a hunt and encounter a witch, who has her own fun before you kill her.

The bright light seared your eyes and you felt your body leave the ground. Your body hit the wall and you flopped onto the floor. The world spun as you pushed yourself up. ‘You know what’s worse than the person you love dying?’ A woman knelt beside you. You looked up at her. Witch, you were hunting her, she was a witch. ‘Is when they’re still there and don’t love you. That’ll show that boy of your, maybe he won’t be so quick to kill someone’s husband next time’ You lunged at her pushing her onto the ground. Reaching beside you you grabbed the knife and brought it down.

You rolled off her letting out a long breath. You rubbed your head, you felt like you were forgetting something. You felt disorientated. You pinched your brow standing. ‘Y/n’ Your head snapped towards the doorway. Sam stood blocking the view of the hallway almost covering the whole door. ‘She’s dead’ You nodded at him. ‘Hey, everything okay here?’ Someone pushed Sam out of the way.

Your eyes widened. His eyes landed on the witch. ‘You killed her’ He stated. If you weren’t so worried about him calling the cops you’d have been struck by what a stunning man he was. He was tall, broad muscled and those eyes, those bright green candy apple eyes. You felt a sudden urge to plant your lips on his, but that would be unprofessional. Although you couldn’t help the pull you had towards this bow legged man and have him carry you away in those strong arms.

 You held out your hand towards him. ‘It’s okay Sir’ You told him in the calmest voice you could muster. ‘Me and my partner here, we’re FBI. It was necessary’ He froze furrowing his eyebrows. Him and Sam shared a confused look, it looked like they knew each other. Then he started to laugh. ‘Funny, sweetheart’ He shook his head. ‘Next time I’ll be here sooner, point taken’ He stepped into the room.

You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Sir’ You snapped. The man stopped looking at you. ‘I would suggest you turn around and go home’ You stepped towards him. ‘Alright joke over, I get it Y/n’ You tilted your head to the side. ‘How do you know my name?’ You narrowed your eyes. Again the two of them shared a look.

Sam stepped towards a wary look on his face. ‘Y/n, are you feeling okay?’ He asked quietly. ‘Yes, yes I’m perfectly fine Sam’ Pretty boy groaned and threw his arms up into the air. ‘Really? He was here like 10 seconds before me and it’s only me who gets this’ Okay to say you were confused now was definitely an understatement.

Sam sent him he’s classic bitch face. ‘Y/n, did the witch his you with anything?’ You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Y/n, babe, it’s me’ The man stepped closer to you. ‘Me? You say that like I’m supposed to know you’ You shook your head looking at your hunting partner. ‘Sam, who the hell is this?’ Sam’s eyes widened. The man’s breath hitched and lip lip trembled.

Sam gulped. ‘Y/n, this is my brother Dean, your Fiance’ You felt like someone had punched you in the gut.

You threw your head back and laughed. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Sam, you don’t have a brother’ You shook your head. The smaller man, Dean seemingly, stepped forwards. ‘Babe, I swear if this is some kind of joke it’s gotten old’ He growled. Your laughter stopped immediately. ‘A joke? Yeah, this is a joke, well done guys, not tell me, who are you really? Another Hunter?’ You crossed your arms over your chest.

Sam looked at him. ‘Dean, I-I think she’s serious’ He whispered fear evident in his voice. Sam looked back at you Dean’s eyes were focused on you. ‘Y-you really don’t know who I am?’ He breathed. You wanted to tell him yes, you wanted to take the heartbroken look from his face. But you couldn’t , so you shook your head. Then they began to water. Just watching him tear up watching that one perfect tear spill from his eye and roll down his cheek broke your heart. 

It ripped you in two, you wanted to take him in your arms and make it all go away. It was the strongest reaction you had to anyone crying in your entire life, it was like his pain hit you too, ripping your own heart in two as you watched his being crushed. It made you think, maybe you did know him. Maybe you did know this Dean.

Then he turned and strode from the room. You watched him go, his perky ass prominent through his jeans. Something inside you screamed at you to follow him, but your feet were stuck to the spot you were standing. It was when he disappeared from your view that you finally obeyed. You began to move towards the door, following this man. ‘Y/n, you shou-’ Sam stepped in front of you.

You reached out grabbing his arm. You threw your body at him catching him off guard, you spun his throwing him up against the wall. You sprinted by him following his brother. ‘Hey’ You called when you caught sight of him. He was walking towards a sleek black 67′ Impala. He turned as you stayed running towards him. ‘Y-you remember me?’ He breathed as you came to a stop in front of him.

You shook your head. ‘No, but I know I’m supposed to. I know I am’ His jaw clenched and you bit your lip. ‘I-I’m sorry’ You felt your own tears welling up. Dean’s eyes widened and he reached forwards. His hand grabbed the back of your neck and he pulled you to him. He wrapped his arms around you. ‘Don’t cry sweetheart, we’ll figure it out’ He ran his thumb along your hairline and you shivered relaxing into him.

You felt at home in his arms. He knew how to calm you, knew that rubbing the back of your neck calmed you. You reached around him wrapping your arms around his torso, they felt right there, like they had been there before. ‘We’ll figure it out’ He pressed a kiss to your head and you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of love that swelled inside you. You couldn’t help but relax into him.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you. ‘Well you may not remember him but you definitely remember how to kick ass’ You pulled away to see Sam walking out of the house. ‘Sorry’ You shrugged stepping away from Dean. ‘I-I-’ you chewed on your lip. ‘I-he was crying-I didn’t like seeing him crying’ You shrugged and rubbed the back of your neck. ‘Alright, let’s get you back to the bunker, we can call Cas there’ Dean put his hand on the small of your back turning you towards the car. He pulled keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Sam. ‘Drive’ He told him opening the door for you.

For the first hour you all sat in silence. Sam was driving and you and Dean sat in the back of the car. ‘Is this yours?’ You asked Dean running your fingers over the leather seats. Dean nodded. ‘Yeah, this is Baby’ Dean patted the eat fondly. He must really love his car. ‘She’s beautiful, even though I don’t like cars’ Dean chuckled a little. ‘I know but you still love Baby’ He smiled up at you but you could still see the sadness in his eyes.

You hesitantly reached out putting your hand on his. It was then that you caught sight on the ring on your finger. Dean turned his hand and laced his fingers through yours. ‘Is what Sam said true?’ You whispered. ‘What?’ Dean furrowed his eyebrows. ‘About the Fiance thing’ You pulled your hand from his and looked at the simple, yet perfect ring on your finger. ‘I bought you that three months ago’ Dean reached out and took your hand in his again.

He ran his finger over the silver band. ‘It’s beautiful’ You smiled widely at him. He nodded. You sat in silence again. After a moment you pulled your hand away from his and reached into your back pocket. You pulled out your phone and typed in the pass code. ‘You remember’ You looked up at Dean. ‘What?’ He nodded towards your phone. ‘You remember your pass code’ You chuckled a little. ‘Yeah I should it was-’ You paused. 

What exactly was the significance of those four numbers, and they were significant. You knew they were, they were something really important. They were something important to someone. ‘My birthday, that’s my birthday’ Dean smiled. He scooted closer to you sitting in the middle. ‘You remember my birthday’ He beamed. ‘This is good, that’s good’ He nodded speaking to himself more than you.

You felt bad for the guy, he was clinging onto anything that indicated you remembered him. Anything that meant you knew him. You were sure you did, you were sure you knew him, to some extent. But he was talking about marriage here, and hunters don’t marry. That was something that didn’t happen, something you had resigned yourself to. And this man was telling you you two were engaged.

You got why you would want to marry him, he seemed kind, sweet, like a genuine man, and handsome too. You got that much but would you really do it? Would you really put yourself out there that much? After everything you’d seen would you really fall in love and marry someone. ‘I just typed it in, just absentmindedly’ You told him, you didn’t want him to get his hopes up only to be dashed. ‘But I didn’t remember the significance of it’ He shrugged.

A smile still on his face. ‘But you knew it was something significant. That’s something’ You opened your mouth to say something but the look of hope in your eyes was something that seemed foreign there, and you didn’t want to talk it away. ‘I guess it is’ You looked back down at your phone.

You took in a breath when you seen the screensaver. It was you and him. You were sitting on the hood of Baby. You had your tongue sticking out at Dean and your hand was on his cheek. He was lounging on the hood of the car as well. His hand was on you thigh and he was laughing. ‘That was a good day’ Dean smiled and he leaned closer. ‘I have a photo from that day too as mine’ He reached into his pocket pulling out his phone.

You watched him type in his pass code. ‘That’s my birthday’ You breathed, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye nodding as you leaned over looking at the photo. Baby wasn’t in this one. It was just you and him. He had his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. He was smiling looking at the camera. You had your head tilted back, one of your hands were on his arm and the other on the back of his head pulling him forwards. You were leaning up pressing your lips to his jaw.

You looked up at Dean. ‘It was your birthday, a few months ago’ You furrowed your eyebrows. you could remember it, it was blurry and pieces were missing. The only thinking you could properly remember was time spent with Sam and Cas. ‘I can’t remember my birthday’ You breathed closing your eyes. 

Now that you thought about it you couldn’t remember a lot of the last few years, it wasn’t that you had forgotten. You remembered it, you knew it happened you remembered who with but there was bits that were blurry. You couldn’t see it clearly but you knew it was there. ‘I-I can’t remember’ You dropped your phone on your lap bringing your hands up to your face.

You felt your resolve crumbling. The sobs shook your body. You were missing a large amount of the last few years. Your life was gone, everything you had done with this man was gone. Someone you loved enough to marry, to risk being in love with in this life, to publicly make him a target for anyone who didn’t like you. You loved him, a lot seemingly. And you had forgotten him.

You tensed as you felt arms wrap around you. ‘Babe, it’s okay you will remember. We’ll make sure of it’ You heard Dean say and you were pulled into his chest. ‘It’s okay Babe’ His voice strained and shaking. He was crying, you were both crying. You pulled your legs up to your chest turning into him. ‘I-I can’t remember you Dean’ You sobbed. He tightened his grip on you. ‘You’ll remember. You’ll remember me, you will’ You pulled away from his taking your hands from your face.

You caught Sam shifting awkwardly in the front of the car. You felt sorry for him, he would have to deal with both you and Dean being emotional. ‘But what if I don’t? What if she got rid of my memories completely? What if I never remember you?’ Your tears kept coming. Dean reached up and wiped your cheeks. ‘Then we’ll make new ones, we’re still here. We’ve got each other, that’s all we need sweetheart’ He smiled sadly at you.

You shook your head. ‘I can’t’ You pulled away from him. ‘I can’t not remember you’ You looked down at your finger the diamond twinkling on your finger. ‘I can’t not remeber this, I have to remember our life Dean’ Dean opened his mouth but whatever he was going to say considered and just wrapped his arms around you again pulling you to him. ‘We’ll be fine. I promise’ He kissed your head.

You grumbled when someone jostled you in your sleep. ‘Sorry sweetheart’ You heard a deep voice above you. You felt yourself being lowered onto something soft. ‘Go back to sleep’ You opened your eyes yawning softly. ‘Dean?’ Dean’s head snapped towards you. ‘Yeah’ He dropped to his knees beside the bed. He took your hand in his. ‘You remember? You remember me?’ He watched you with wide eyes his lips parted a hopeful look on his face. ‘Not the way you want me to’ You whispered.

You watched as the hope disappeared from his eyes. His shoulders slumped and he nodded slowly. His tongue darted out between his lips. Your heart broke at the sight. You chest tightening. ‘I’m making dinner, do you want any?’ He tried to shake off how sad he looked putting a fake smile on his face. ‘I’m making your favourite?’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘The big burger?’ You chanced. He smirked nodding. ‘My own invention, you’re remembering’ He smiled standing. 

You shrugged not wanting to tell him that you were convinced Cas was the one who had made it for you. You furrowed your eyebrows, everything was beginning to clear. Only where had been blurry was beginning to fill with Castiel's presence. ‘Dean’ /You reached out grabbing his arm. ‘We need to call Cas, see if he knows anything’ Dean nodded. ‘Sam’s called him’ He reached out rubbing your hand that was on his arm.

You sat at the table eating the burger Dean had made for you. He sat beside you with a scrapbook. Inside it was loads of photos. Each one of them had a date and description written under them, all in your handwriting. You pointed to a photo of you and him standing in the bunker by a christmas tree. ‘It was a surprise for Sammy, he wanted a christmas so we sent him out to get a crazy shopping list and when he came back the bunker was decorated’ He explained what was going on in the photo. What you didn’t tell him is you thought it was Cas who had helped you decorate

You nodded pointing at another one. It was you Sam, Dean and Cas standing in a field, it was dark and there were trees behind you. ‘That’s New Years, we had just finished up a nasty case, Sam had hurt his shoulder. We drove to the middle of nowhere and Cas got fireworks for us. We let them off and I kissed you at midnight. We sat in that field for hours just drinking and letting off fireworks’ You ran your finger over the photo.

The flap of wings distracted you and you looked up. ‘Hello’ Castiel smiled. You let a large smile grace your features. ‘Cas’ You slid out of the chair and threw your arms around the Angel. He chuckled and patted your back. ‘Y/n, Sam said you were in trouble’ You nodded. ‘I am’ He pushed you back looking you over. ‘You seem fine’ He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘She can’t remember me’ Dean grumbled behind you and you pulled away from Castiel. 

You hadn’t meant to get so excited around Cas. That must have hurt him. His fiance getting excited when  another man pops into the room and she can’t even remember his name. You smiled sadly at him before going over to sit beside him. ‘Can you fix it?’ Cas sat across from you. ‘Tell me what happened? How did you forget Dean?’ You nodded before launching into the story about the hunt.

Castiel looked at Dean. ‘Did you kill the witches husband?’ Dean nodded. ‘Well, it was definitely revenge, I will go look into it and be back’ With that he was gone. You looked up at Dean. ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ Dean stood walking away. You watched him go sitting in silence ‘There’s something else’ Sam sat down where Cas had a minute ago. you sighed. ‘The burger, the christmas trees. I always remember it as Castiel, not Dean’ Sam nodded pursing his lips. ‘Your brain probably can’t handle not knowing, it’s filling in the blanks how it can. Cas was with you when Dean made you the burger for the first time, Cas took that photo. Cas introduced you and Dean in the first place, maybe it was your subconscious linking them’ Sam shrugged.

You nodded and sat in silence until Dean got back. ‘Alright, what’s next?’ Dean sat back down looking at the scrap book again. ‘This one’ You pointed to a photo of you and Dean sitting in the library. He chuckled nodding. ‘That was just a normal day. Me and you fell asleep on one of the chairs. I was sitting there and you came over with this book, it was in latin, and you sat on my lap reading it. An hour later you were asleep’ He told the story with a fond smile. ‘I fell asleep soon after, I didn’t want to wake you up’ You reached out and took his hand.

He looked up at you with a tear in his eye. You reached up and wiped the tear as it began to roll down his cheek. He smiled and you smiled back. ‘I found a cure’ You both jumped away from Dean. Castiel stood behind Sam with a smile on his face. ‘It was a memory spell, it put a block on your memories, that is why they are so hazy and blurry’ He held out a small vial.

You reached out hesitantly taking it from him. ‘It is safe, you do not need to worry about taking it’ You bit your lip. You popped open the lid and took a sniff. It smelt sour and your nose wrinkled up in disgust. ‘It doesn’t smell great’ You muttered before looking at Dean. He had that hopeful look in his eyes again. He was smiling but trying to keep it slightly hidden. You would be drinking something none of you knew about, he was worried.

You smiled at him before you raised it to your lips and let the liquid flow down your throat.

Your head was pounding when the room came into focus. You weren’t in the kitchen though you were lying on the bed. ‘Y/n’ Dean leaned forwards and smoothed your hair from your face.  ‘Hey’ You smiled up at him. He smiled down at you, but there was something behind his eyes. Worry, hurt, fear. ‘Remember me?’ He breathed. You nodded. ‘Every detail, although I wish I couldn’t remember that weekend in Wisconsin’ Dean’s eyes lit up at your words. 

A smile spread across his face ‘You remember me’ He leaned forwards smashing his lips to yours. ‘You remember me’ You could feel the tear from his eyes dropping on your cheek as he kissed you. You pulled away. ‘Worst five hours ever’ He grumbled but smiled anyway. ‘I love you Y/n’ He chuckled and kissed you again, like his life depended on it.

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Hired Gun - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: The FBI roll up into town after a few people die, you take a liking to the smaller Agent.

You lounged on the seat in the back of the shop. You had the TV on and a packet of chips beside you. The bell sounded at the front of the shop. You pushed yourself from the plush cushions. You walked towards the door-shaped hole in the wall. It had a beaded curtain covering it so customers couldn’t see into the back. 

The little shop was owned by you and your family. You owned most of the block, your sister owner the diner next door, and your brother owned the club at the end of the street. It was cosy and small but it was exactly what you needed.

You pushed the bead aside. Your eyes landed on two men making their way towards the counter that was between you and the rest of the store. They were both tall, probably above 6 foot. Although one was extremely tall. He wore a suit and a dark tie, his hair was long, coming to below his ears. He was well built and he was very handsome.

But it was the smaller man who caught your attention. He was broad, his physic obvious under the dark cheap suit. He walked with purpose on those long muscular legs. But it was his face that was perfection. He had full pink lips, a killer jawline  His light brown hair messy on his head but neatly cut. And those eyes, those bright green eyes you could get lost in.

They both stopped in front of the counter and you had to look up at them. They had to be the most beautiful men you had ever met. ‘Agent Gabriel, Agent Collins’ The shorter said pulling out a badge. Your eyes ran over every detail on it before he sucked it away again. ‘FBI’ He had a deep gravelly voice to go along with the perfect face and it made you smile. ‘And what can I do for you boys?’ You asked them leaning forwards onto the counter. You seen the smaller smile a little his eyes dropping for a split second from your face.

The taller one cleared his throat and you took your eyes from him and looked at his partner. Your eyes roamed their bodies. ‘We’re investigating the deaths in town and heard you might know something’ You shrugged at him. ‘I know a lot of thing about a lot of things for those who know the right questions to ask’ You smirked and he gave you a slight bitch face. ‘You know anything about the deaths?’ The smaller one got straight to the point.

You pursed your lips. ‘I knew them, good guys. Regulars at the dinner next door, wives are regulars in here. That’s about as much as I know’ You leaned back off the counter surveying them. They shared a glance. ‘You don’t remember anything suspicious about them? Any way they were acting before they died?’ The taller one quizzed not letting up. 

You sighed nodding. That perked their attention. ‘They were off yeah, usually nice guys. Turned into assholes overnight. Like they had no conscience’ You watched as they exchanged another look, as if they were communicating silently, having a full conversation with their eyes. ‘Like they’d lost every shred of sense of right and wrong they ever had, as if they didn’t have a soul’ You muttered.

Both their heads snapped towards you. ‘Excuse me?’ The taller one raised one eyebrow his head tilting slightly. The smaller one leaned forwards. ‘Did you say didn’t have a soul?’ He asked his eyes narrowing. You nodded. ‘You know, they did horrible things, didn’t care. Didn’t have a soul. It’s an expression down here boys’ You watched as the spark drained from them a little and they went back to the professional persona.

The shorter one cleared his throat and looked at his partner. ‘Well, I think that’s all we needed’ He looked back at you a smile on his face. ‘Thank you for your help’ He nodded. The taller one nodded thanking you as well. They turned and you watched them leave. You took a deep breath.

This was it, the moment you had been waiting for. ‘You two ain’t FBI are you? Those badges are fake’ You watched as they stopped. Their muscles tense and they shared a look as they turned. The shorter one had his hand on his back, a gun. And the taller was glaring at you suspiciously. That was all the answer you needed.

Bingo.

You smiled at them. ‘You two are Hunters’ You concluded for them. Then the short one pulled out his gun. He pointed it at you. ‘How’d you know that?’ He asked. You held up your hands in surrender. ‘I’ve met your kind before’ You told him. ‘Dean’ His partner reached out putting his hand on his arm. Dean lowered the gun but still stood ready. ‘I got you with that no soul thing. It was the proof I needed’ You explained.

The taller one nodded. ‘You want to explain how you know all this?’ You lowered your hands. ‘Turn the sign on the door’ You nodded to the open/close sign on the door. ‘Lock it and come into the back. I’ll explain everything, it’s about time you guys got here’ You turned and walked back through the curtain again.

It took them a few minutes to come through. You were sitting back on the sofa. You motioned to the chairs. The taller one took the armchair while Dean was left to sit beside you. ‘Explain’ He laid his gun on his lap. You closed your eyes leaning forwards. ‘You guys every heard of souleaters?’ You opened your eyes to see a confused look between them. ‘Hold up’ Your eyes widened. ‘You two, you’re the Winchesters’ Dean’s eyes narrow. ‘Sam and Dean’ You let out a laugh.

It would be just your luck you’d end up with the Winchesters working this case, they weren’t known to be very understanding to monsters. ‘Yes, we’re the Winchesters’ Sam gave Dean a glare as he confirmed your suspicions. ‘And we’ve never heard anything about any souleaters’ You nodded shrugging one shoulder. ‘Makes sense, we try to stay well off Hunter’s radars. Makes for a much easier and less stressful life’ Sam leaned forwards in his chair looking suspicious.

He narrowed his eyes and his body tensed to strike. ‘We?’ You nodded. All of a sudden Dean was on his feet. He had the gun pointed at your head. Sam was too reaching behind him to grab his own, which was in turn pointed at you as well. You leaned back in the chair holding your hands up. ‘Woah, woah. I ain’t gonna hurt you guys, I’m here to help. Put down the guns. I’ll tell you what’s going on’ You rushed your eyes widened. You groaned internally. Looks like you were going to have to take the fall for this one

Dean jerked his gun. ‘How about you just tell us now?’ You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. He glared at you. You looked between the two of them frantically. Dean’s face was hard, a glare etched onto every perfect feature. Sam’s on the other hand was a little softer, and confusion written in his eyes. ‘Dean’ He lowered his gun. ‘Maybe we should give her a chance to explain’ Sam looked away from you to his brother.

You looked at him too. ‘She’s a monster Sam, she’s been taking people’s souls’ You shook your head frantically. ‘No, no I haven’t It’s not me’ He raised a brow. ‘I promise, I didn’t do that to those men, but I know who did and I can tell you how to kill them’ Dean watched you for a moment before lowering his gun. ‘Alright, talk’ He snapped.

You let out a long breath your body slumping. ‘Well, it’s another one of my kind, a soul-eater. She’s taking their whole soul. We’re not supposed to do that’ Sam was the first to sit down. When Dean looked at him he gave him a hard pointed look. Dean sighed loudly and sat back down. ‘We only take some of it, the bad bits it keeps us going. Like vamps and blood. If we take little bits from a lot of people we can get by, without attracting attention’ Sam nodded. ‘And someone’s started taking whole souls?’ You nodded.

Thank God he was starting to relax a little, even though Dean wasn’t. He was still looking at you as if you were evil. ‘Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you guys to show up and take her out. She broke the pact, we need her gone before she brings you guys down on all of us’ Dean furrowed his brows and shook his head. ‘Why can’t you just kill her? Why wait for us?’ You bit your lip.

You body slumped. ‘Our kind can’t kill our kind, the souls inside of us protect us, they deter us from killing one another. We need you to do it. I was hoping you’d come here first’ Dean nodded and shrugged. ‘So we’re a hired gun for you guys. ‘He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘Alright who is it?’ You took a moment to compose yourself and you gulped. ‘My sister’ You whispered.

Both of the boys went tense. They shared a quick glance. Dean leaned closer to you. ‘Your sister?’ You nodded slowly. ‘She owns the dinner next door, her. She’s been doing it’ You almost let yourself well up. But you couldn’t, she had brought this on herself. She had broken the rules, she was putting you all in danger. Yet she was still your sister.

Dean leaned back closing his eyes and ran a hand over his face. ‘You want us to kill your sister?’ Sam asked, his voice was hesitant and it sounded like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. You fiddled with your thumbs. ‘No, I don’t want you to’ You shrugged. ‘But you have to, before she gets us all killed. This is how we’ve survived so long. We don’t draw attention to ourselves’ Sam nodded.

Dean groaned. ‘Alright, how do we kill her?’ You stood and walked over to the cabinet the TV was resting on. You opened the doors and squatted down. There was an old wooden block in the back with some markings on it. Yu reached in taking it out. standing you turned and placed it on the coffee table. You rested your palm on the top. 

The markings began to glow a faint red and the block shifted slightly so there was a crack. You pulled back your hand. ‘It only opens for one of us, the markings mean it will only open for someone with more than one soul inside of them’ You opened the lid. Inside lay a long sharp dagger. The handle made of iron with marking very like the one on the box it was kept in. There was two ruins on either side of the silver blade.

You reached in and took it out of the box. ‘Stab her in the heart’ You told them as you held it out to Sam. ‘Please bring it back’ You whispered. He took it gingerly from you. ‘It’s only one of few ever made, every tribe has one, that’s ours’ You explained. He looked up from the blade that he somehow made look small and nodded. ‘She should be in the dinner until 9 tonight, she gets off work and leaves through the back into the alleyway before walking down to her apartment on Cove Street. You’ll have to get her between there and her house’ You told them as they listened carefully to your every word. ‘You’ll have to kill her husband too if you don’t’ You closed the lid of the box before turning and putting it back into the cabinet. ‘It’s only 5, you’re welcome to wait here’ You told them turning a tear running down your cheek.

You walked back into the back of the shop. The boys had settled on the sofa. Sam looked up at you giving you a small smile. ‘I just seen my brother go into the dinner, Elissa should be leaving soon’  You told them as you went over to the small kitchen taking a glass from the press. You reached over grabbing the bourbon. ‘Are you sure you want us to do this?’ You looked at Dean as he stood. He had a sad look on his face as he walked towards you. ‘We have tried to talk to her, she won’t listen. It has to be done’ You nodded downing the bourbon in the glass.

Dean’s hand landed on your shoulder and he squeezed. It was then that you noticed you were alone with him. Sam had gone to the front of the shop to watch the dinner more than likely. ‘Be careful, she’s a fiery one’ You told him. He nodded. ‘Dean, we should go’ Sam’s head popped through the curtains. Dean nodded not taking his eyes from you. He turned and picked up the dagger before you closed your eyes listening to the two of them leave.

It was almost an hour later and you were pacing the back of the shop. They should have been back by now, unless your Elissa had gotten the best of them. If she had she would know you had sent them, that wouldn’t end well. You closed your eyes letting the tears roll down your face. Either way you were losing a sister, she was dead or your entire family was dead, she’d have you all killed.

You jumped when there was a knock on the back door. You rushed for it, freezing when you realised it could be her. ‘Y/n’ A deep voice called through the door. ‘It’s me, Dean’ You let out a long breath as you unlocked the door and pushed it open. He stood his shirt covered in blood. You eyes widened your hand going to your mouth. ‘It’s not mine’ He reached out holding the dagger out to you.

You gulped as tears began to roll faster down your face. ‘S-shes dead?’ Your voice was muffled by your hand. Dean nodded slowly. You closed your eyes a sob shaking your body. You were surprised when you felt arms wrap around you. Dean pulled you into his chest his hand stroking your hair. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay Y/n’ He cooed as he held you.

You pulled away from him and took the dagger. ‘Wheres Sam?’ You stepped away wiping your tears from your face. ‘He went back to the Motel’ You nodded as he stepped inside. ‘Are you okay? You just lost your sister tonight’ He asked as you closed the door behind him. ‘It wouldn’t be the first one I lost’ You laid the dagger by the sink and grabbed the bourbon. ‘You want a drink?’ Dean nodded. ‘There’s a spare top in the box by the chair Dean’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s my brothers’ You explained pouring out two glasses.

You watched him strip off the shirt your eyes roaming his body. ‘Having second thought about giving me a top?’ He smirked, you walked towards him holding out the glass to him. ‘Having thoughts about you not in any clothes at all’ You teased. His eyebrows shot up his eyes widening. ‘I’m only kidding Dean’ He nodded reaching out and took the glass from your and. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. You sat on the sofa watching him.

He rolled his shoulders and you watched the muscles in his back roll under the tanned skin. He dropped back onto the seat without his shirt. He downed the amber liquid in the glass leaning forwards putting it on the table. ‘If you weren’t’ He turned to you looking you straight in the eyes. ‘I don’t think I’d have a problem with it’ He gave you a sly smirk.

You downed the rest of your drink and put the glass on the table. Turning you met his bright green eyes again. You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his. He grunted and wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. You shifted and threw your leg over his lap straddling him. His hand slid down to your ass pulling your body flush against his.

You smiled remembering that night, it was almost a year ago last week. That was the night you lost something important in your life, but gained something else. You flicked your wrist again and the toy shook in your hand. Your three month old girl giggled in her crib. She reached up grabbing at the toy. She was the light in your life. Your little Ellie Mary Y/l/n. You handed her the toy. ‘You have your father's eyes Ellie’ You leaned on the crib.

You booped her little nose as her bright green eyes landed on you and she giggled again.

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