Ghost

Ghost

Never Be The Same - Part 6.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 2380.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey, after months I finally took a deep breath and decided to post this. Actually, I have this part written for like six or seven months. Somehow I was not motivated. Anyway, here it is and hopefully I’ll write more. Please let me know your opinions.

Sam knocked at your door and had no answer, he opened it and you were not at your bed or any other place of the bedroom. He couldn't help but walk inside and sit, hoping that energy he felt inside the place would help him talking to you somehow. "Hey, don't forget. Make sure you'll..."

"Sam, don't worry. We'll be safe, really."

"You can't be sure of that."

"I can, believe me. Trust me, she'll be fine. You just keep doing your thing and I'll keep doing mine."

"And what's your thing?" He said joking.

"You will know when you're ready." She sounded ironic, but she was serious. "I'll make sure the house is protected and that our girl will have everything she needs. Including, godparents."

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Good. So, talk to Dean."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I don't know if he'll accept it."

"Trust me, he will."

She just knew it.

"Castiel." You called the angel who turned around to you at the hallway. "You heard me?"

"I did. Why haven't you..."

"I'll, okay?" You interrupted. "He seemed worried and I didn't want to make everything worse." You were both screaming and shushing at each other.

"You will if you don't tell them soon. Y/N, if you know us, you must know this is not a good idea."

"You're right. I just don't know how to say it."

"Well, then draw it." You rolled your eyes. "I won't tell them." You relesed a breath of relief. "...For now."

"But..."

"No buts! You were the one who started telling it so you finish."

"It's no that easy."

"There's no reason for you to be afraid, but if you keep scrolling like that you'll have a reason to worry." He left the hallway, leaving you with a lot of doubts and alone in the middle of the bunker. You didn't even walked before your brain started overthinking. Obviously, Cass was right, but at the same time you still had that feeling of emptiness in you, and spitting everything out wouldn't make the situation better. "Y/N" You turned around and saw the tall guy. "Can I talk to you?" You stayed quiet, trying to focus in the present again.

"Yes."

"I went to your room, you weren't there." You started walking in his direction. "Dean talked to you, didn't he?" He thought it was strange at first.

"Yes, he did. Did he talk to you?"

"Not actually." You paused. "Though he asked me if he calls me Hurricane." You commented confuse. Your father understood Dean better than you did.

"I wanna show you something, come here." You followed him into his bedroom.

"I think he asked you that," he said opening the door and coming in "because that's how he called you before you were born."

"Really?" How come you never knew this?

"Yes. I think it's because you came into us in a time of crisis." He turned to you. Now, you were inside.

"For us, every day is a time of crisis." He grabbed a frame and gave it to you. You looked at it and there was a photo of you wearing one of his flannels and considering the difference between you guys, it could fit two of you in it. Still, you looked good wearing them. You were wearing high-waisted jeans shorts and a short-toned boot. "You look good in it, you know."

"Thanks." You said still looking down. Then, there was a weird moment of silence.

"Look at this." You looked up and he was holding his smartphone in his hand. "It just suddenly appeared." He was being so nice. Sometimes you wandered if you were nice to him like he was to you. You looked at the screen and saw pictures of you two together, you and Dean, Cass, Mary, Jodie, Claire and even Crowley.

"That's interesting." You tried smiling, but he realized it was a fake one.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just not very surprised, the same thing happened to me."

"Photos appeared?"

"Disappeared. Numbers too." He nodded and invited you to sit by his side when he did it.

"Tell me, how are you feeling?" You looked at him and saw in his eyes that he was truly trying to make you feel better.

"I'm normal, I guess. Every day is a day of crisis but this is the first time something ends up affecting me like this."

"I've been through many things and I know one thing I'm sure of is that I don't want it to others to feel the same."

"I know." You know. And then it hits him again, you know him and he doesn't know you. So he has to try, he needs to. He owes her that. When he found out he was doing the parenting thing without your mother, his world fell apart. They always wanted a good life with their own family and even if you came before expected, before they had their house or finished college, it was a blessing. They wanted their family and you meant they were half way there, just needed to solve a couple of problems and everything would be different, perfect as it sounded. "Vanessa? Hi." He answered the phone anxious.

"I'm sorry we couldn't call you before, Sam is just..." She stopped, took a deep breath. "She's here." She said happy. His heart started to accelerate. He was sad he couldn't be with you mother in the labor but you were born, and that was enough. Soon he would be holding you in his arms. "She is perfect and she looks so much like you two." He was jumping of happiness inside, his smile was the biggest and the tears of joy in his eyes made Dean create some while in front of him too. "Cams named her Y/N." By the sound you yours Godmother's voice, she was smiling. "Y/N Maria Winchester." A tear went down his face. He knew she chose it because of your grandmother.

"I love it." He was breathing heavy. "Where is Camila? How is she? Is she tired?" Vanessa stayed quiet. "Vanessa?" She sniffed. "Vanessa, let me talk to her. What's going on?" Now your father was again, worried and Dean confused. He listened carefully to the words of his lover's best friend. She explained the same thing the doctors did. She had so much pain in her, she hated being the one with the bad news. Your father saw so many different kinds of scenarios of different moments. His heart was still beating fast, but now, not filled as before. The silent tears coming down his eyes were too much for Dean to watch, he was getting desperate. "Thanks Van, I appreciate everything you've done. Don't worry and please, call me if you need anything. Keep me updated." He said barely standing up. At that moment his weight was too much for himself.

"Take your time, I'll take care of everything. Call me."

"I will." Then, the conversation was over. He leaned back at the Impala.

"So, how's the little hurricane?" Dean asked sitting by his brother's side. "Sammy?" He was so scared by the expression he was seeing in Sam's face.

"Y/N." Was the only thing he could say. "That's the name Cams gave her, Y/N Maria Winchester."

"I love it." Dean was happy, but still worried as hell. Sam stayed quiet for a little bit. And then he couldn't handle anymore, he cried.

"She's gone, Dean. Camila is gone." He said with a trembling voice. "She died a little after labor." It was very fast. You were born and your mother felt the biggest happiness of her life when she saw you. Minutes later she was holding you in her arms. She new not everything was fine and the labor was not easy, but she already trusted you more than anything. So she said the words she needed before giving you back to the nurse. "Hey, sweetheart." She said crying, but with the biggest smile on her face. "I knew it. I knew you would look like Y/N." You were still a newborn, but she could clearly see how much you looked like your father and herself. "You're more strong than you can think, my girl. More powerful than you can imagine. You're blessed." There was only a doctor far from her and Vanessa waiting a little closer. "Your father will take care of you and you have to promise me you'll take care of him for me." She looked at you a little more. "I love you. I love you both." She held you for as long as she could. "Qui affecto protego, / mixtisque iubas serpentibus et posteris meis stirpique meae domum meam, / et deducet me ruunt momenta ut potest iactare servate innoxias." She said quietly while holding you close, crying and smiling. Praying for you. The doctor took you seconds after that and she told the doctor your name, making sure it would be this one. Your mother stayed with her best friend, recovering. She made herself stop the crying and just held a lot of tears for as much as she could. She had to be strong for you and all the ones who loved you too. Camila was thinking straight and had to say everything before it was too late. Her feelings were so many, but she was a mother now. Nothing could ever stay in her way. "Vanessa, give my necklace to her. Make sure she keeps it with her, always."

"Cams..." She started.

"It's hers now. Teach her everything you can and tell Sam about it. It has to be you. She needs her Godmother." Vanessa nodded. While she talked, she felt worried, bad and good, happy and sad. She was realistic and faced her fate fearless. She lost too much blood during the labor and after it. Was something unpredictable, and it doesn't happen often. But, she was in a risked age - women in their twenties have more chances of complications during the labors, especially the first. Sam understood that, everyone did, she did and you did too. Camila knew she would die in that day, but she also knew you were coming. "There was no way we could know it." Sam finished explain to Dean, who had tears in his eyes. "It must have been so hard for her and I..." He breathed between his cry. "I wasn't there." He stared at the floor, feeling so much pain and anger of fate, of death itself. Why now? Of all the people, places, moments, hours and ways. Why did it have to be like that? Besides that, he was so worried and terrified. At the same time you were all the light he had, all the hope he felt, he was afraid of his mission. "What am I gonna do, Dean?" He turned to his big brother. Dean just listened and gave him lots of minutes to feel, while he felt deeply sad too.

"I bet she's so pretty." Dean broke the silence. "She is cute, for sure. But she's lucky to have both of you in her. Can't wait to see your great job with her. Count me in, Sammy. Always." Now, somehow, Sam was so scared that not even the support Dean and Cass gave to him were stopping him from being so worried with you and how to act around you. He felt like every single thing he did or decided could affect you in a very bad way. "Sam, I need to tell you something." You started and got up from his bed.

"Sure." He said a little nervous.

"In my reality, Vanessa told you this. But, now I'm guessing you still have no idea."

"Your mother's best friend, right?" You nodded and took a deep breath, kind of scared of speaking.

"Camila had this thing, she called sensibility. She never actually told you about it, but thanks to this gift she knew ever since she met you, that you were a hunter." Your father just payed attention. "The truth is, we come from gypsies who apparently had very powerful connections with... this world."

"Ok..." He was speechless, waiting for you to finish it.

"I lied to you, I'm sorry." He looked worried and opened his eyes even more, but tried to make sure you stayed calm. "I don't have powers only because of you." You paused. "This thing, passed to me and I have some witch abilities. But, don't freak out, I really don't use them."

"How do you know you have it?"

"It's kinda obvious."

"That you are familiar with spells?" He was worried and a little upset, but he understood you. So, he sounded soft, even if this was a surprise to him about Camila.

"I wasn't born familiar with them, I studied them in your books. I thought that, at least, it was safer if I knew a little bit about what I was doing."

"But why? If you don't use them, why you needed to know this? How is it obvious?" He was trying to understand not just you, but how he allowed you to be so deep in his world.

"Like I said, it's like a sensibility. I just guess some stuff and..." You decided to stop and sit by his side. "I never used a spell. Not once, I swear." He took a deep breath and looked at you, feeling again that endless love he couldn't explain.

"I believe you." That felt comforting for both of you. "Now, how are you for real?" You focused on the fact that he was your father, and soon or later you had to let the guard down.

"Ironically, I feel like a ghost."

"You're not a ghost." He assured you, but you felt like you finally understood the desperate in them. "Ghosts are lost and you are not, okay? You are home." The bunker never let you doubt it. But now, it was complete. So, you nodded with a sad look.

"Can I hug you?" Before you finished the question he opened his arms himself and you finally felt again how was like not being totally alone. "Thanks."

Next.

I imagine this is how Chris , Sebastian and Anthony reacted to seeing each on the set of infinity war on the first day

Forget Forever

Never Be The Same - Prologue.

Teaser

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 777.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is kinda short, but it’s more like an introduction. I never wrote an imagine before, but I had the idea and thought “why not?”. Also, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

You stopped counting how many times your father and your uncle saved each other years ago and they are still doing it. They left for a case - a very important one - a week ago and you are starting to get worried.

Sam, Dean and Cass always guaranty that the three of them are breathing, no matter what is costs. This last time, your uncle Dean nearly took his last breath, but, of course, you father did what he had to. He changed a big part of his life. He erased from his reality, his first date with the one he knew was the love of his life. He gave up most of his best memories, letting they go peace by peace as the days passed, only so he could make more memories with his big brother.

It hurts, knowing that someone he loved so much, would be erased from his existence, his history. He was afraid, but these memories and feelings were not worth the life of his brother. What a weird deal, changing a big part of his past, making some things go away forever didn't seem much if it could save Dean. What could possibly change besides that?

They were so tired of saving people's life (and one another) again, - the bunker was the destination. After hours, Sam didn't feel different. He was asleep most part of the time in the road, but when he woke up forty minutes before they got home, he started to feel like he was forgetting something. Like he left something behind or had something else to do before getting back to the bunker. What was it? He couldn't remember.

"You okay, man?" Dean asked, while driving.

"Yeah." He was still thinking. "Dean, aren't we forgetting something?"

"I don't know, are we? Cass is in the back seat, right?" He joked. It was funny, but not enough to take Sam from his focus.

"What about you, Cass?"

"Did one of you pray to me last night?" He asked, with doubt exposed in his face.

"I didn't." The Winchesters said together.

"Why?" Now Dean was getting confused and curious too.

"I don't know. Just a feeling like it happened, it's... weird." Sometimes it's hard for the angel to define what he thinks or feels, most of the times he doesn't.

That sensation stayed with them until they got in the bunker, now, even Dean was quiet and overthinking what could he possibly be forgetting to do? They finished the case, they were all fine, no one else needed them to do anything, not at that moment. So why does it feel like he needs to get back in Baby and finish the job properly before passing through the door in front of him?

He shocked his head, trying not to think too much and relax, he was sure that after a few hours sleeping in his bed, he would be fine. It was probably because they were exhausted and their brains were starting to stay awake too much and for too long. He just needed his bed. Just getting inside and going to his bedroom.

The door opened, making the usual noise it does every time. Sam and Cass were behind him. It was working. Focusing on resting. Something he rarely does, maybe that's why it's hard to keep the focus on not worrying about anyone or anything. He could go straight to bed, except he couldn't. He was forgetting something.

"Dean," They all looked to the books on the table in the library, at least three of them, with a notebook none of them recognized.

"Thank God..." They heard a female and young voice calling behind them. In a second, the brothers had their guns pointed at you and the angel was with a silver blade in his right hand.

"Hey..." You said calm. "What happened?" They saw you, but two guns were still pointing at your figure. It was the weirdest thing ever. You never imagined that this could last more then the usual - two seconds when you got them scared on purpose.

"Who are you?" Your uncle asked in a tone he only used with you when he was disappointed or angry, in other words, when you did something dangerous or wrong. But in that moment, it was different. He was asking like he asked to the monsters. "You better answer me." You realized that you didn't say a word and that the two second were already an entire minute.

You were not afraid of them, you never could be. You were just scared of the situation that sounded impossible. How could they not remember you?

Next

Bad Blood

Never Be The Same - Part 4.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1927.

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: I’m back guys. Sorry it took so long. Anyway, I’m loving writing this and I  hope you like it. Let me know your opinion.

"We gotta go." You, your father and Castiel stayed quiet while uncle Dean answered the victim's sister call.

"Now?" Sam woke up from whatever what he was thinking and looked up.

"Of course now."

"I'll stay." You asked insecure.

"You are not here for nothing." Dean remembered.

The rest of the day was occupied by the case, only after dark everything was good and you, you did good. Not for one second you got distracted. At some point, you were in different rooms of the victim's house. Castiel took her sister to a diner not far from there.

"Sam!" You heard the angel scream from the end of the hall and ran like crazy.

"Wake up!" He woke up in the moment you showed at the door with your uncle coming right after. He looked at Castiel, and then you came closer.

"Camila?"

"What happened?" He asked helping your father get up.

"I'm not sure." Long story short, he was fine. Everyone was fine. At least, physically.

Your heartbeats calmed down and started accelerating again as fast as it could. The ride back was not relaxing, like it usually is. The anxiety and the doubt were killing you. The guilt was killing Sam in the front seat. After you both showered, he smiled shyly at you. He was going to ask if you two could talk, but you seated and just waited.

"Wanna go outside?" You followed him until the Impala where the two of you leaned while you talked.

"Wanna go first?" You helped him in a way.

"I don't know." He said looking straight to the wall in front of him. Both of you were staring at it to avoid eye contact. "I... I have to be honest with you, Y/N, just like you did earlier and all the time since..." He stopped and took a deep breath.

"Anyway, I need you to know that I'm confused. I'm starting to understand what happened..."

"How I happened." You interrupted with deep emphasis in I.

"Yeah." He said impressed with your sincerity. Then, he finally looked at you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. Basically, I have the abilities because of the demon blood. I don't use it and sometimes it feels like it's not there, but in others it's too much."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You deserve better."

"So do you. We all do. It's not how it works. Not everything is your fault."

"It is my blood."

"All my life you said that my mother's death is not on me." You looked at him. "The demon blood is not on you."

"It's not only that. You hunt! I never wanted this for you. It feels like a curse, a very a bad one." You stayed quiet, staring at the floor.

Sam was having flashbacks constantly. But not about you, about your mother. The last one was from the day she told him she was pregnant. It was a week before your uncle Dean showed up. She was certain that Sam would be a good father, but afraid of his reaction and she couldn't find a way to tell him. They were alone, just living the student life - she was resting a little while she could and he was reading (even though it was really late).

"Sam, how do you feel about kids?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like 'em?"

"Sure. Who doesn't?" He was trying to focus on his reading.

"Right. How do you feel about having kids?" That called his attention. "Have you ever thought about it?" Well, of course, he was about to propose.

"Yes." He paused. "And yes, about having children with you. Why?"

"Do you think we'll be good parents?"

"I don't know about me." He paused. "But you'll be the best mom ever." She smiled. Sam wanted kids, but he was insecure about being a father.

"You are always taking care of me, protecting me. I'm sure you'll do good." He turned back to the book, thinking the conversation was over. And it was. Until your mother spoke. "This little one will probably be so attached to you." He froze. Saw a movie with your mother cross his mind. Swallowed. Breathed and turned the chair around with a scared face, a face she never saw before.

"What?" She was not even looking at him.

"What, what?"

"What did you said?" Maybe, MAYBE it was nothing.

"I said the child will be attached to you." She was a little slow sometimes, didn't listen to her own words.

"No, you said 'this' instead of 'the'." He explained. Her eyes widened and she went pale, showing the truth. "Camila." She froze. His heart was beating so fast, it was one of the scariest moments of his life. "Camila, are you...?" She nodded fast biting her lips, not letting him finish. Her eyes were already filled with tears.

A lot of things were running way too fast in Sam's head. He was not even thinking about the timing or whatever. He was just so scared. He was scared that he couldn't protect you, that he couldn't give you everything you deserved, that he would mess up. In a second, his biggest fear became disappointing you.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, waking him up. Then for the first time ever, automatically, he was worried about you at the same time and intensity that he was worried about your mother. "I know it's too early, not planned." She couldn't help but cry.

"Hey..." He went to her side. "Don't you dare apologize." He had an authority in his soft voice. "First, I was a part of it too." She kept looking down, sobbing. "Second, how can this be a bad thing?" He wasn't just comforting her, he truly felt it. She finally looked up, with tears all over her cheek.

At the moment he saw her, he felt it twice as hard. Through his eyes, she was perfect, in all the ways possible. Suddenly, his fear became the best sensation he could feel, he was going to raise you, educate you, give you everything he could, be his best for you every day. He would have someone to learn from him, to be his legacy, his and your mother's. Damn, the idea of having child of his own with your mother traces, her deep dark brown eyes, the long hair, her skin tone and smile. Jesus, he loved you so much.

That sensation made him smile quickly, making your mother smile too. They looked at each other's eyes and the happiness was mutual, so strong it made them laugh a lot and cry a little with so much emotion. There was no bad in it, no doubt. But now, it was different.

"It's my fault because it's my bad blood." He finally said after a long minute. Then he looked at you again and again, he saw her. "You look so much like your mother."

"Everyone tells me otherwise."

"They never knew her like I did, not even her father." You were kind of happy he said that, but you didn't let it show. After a couple of seconds, you realized what was happening. You are always so good at that.

"You are not remembering me, are you?"

"Not yet." He couldn't lie. "But I am having flashbacks of her, a lot of them. It's just that, you remind me so much of her." You felt your tears coming calmly. "You are very different but still... not at all."

"I don't even know her, how can I..."

"You're unique." You looked at him. "Like she was" He interrupted and paused.

"Y/N, I just don't know how suddenly be a father and I don't wanna disappoint you, really."

"I'm not asking for that. Don't worry."

"It's my duty and it's... new." He sighed. He was trying. You knew it. And you knew that you had to do your part - no pressure.

"Well, I'm proud of this blood." You could listen your childhood colleagues saying you didn't have a father or a mother, your grandfather saying you should use his last name, anyone else. But not someone with the same blood. Not your family. "I'm proud of being a Winchester." You swallowed your tears. "You see it as a bad blood that curses us? Yes, that's exactly what it is. But I..." You stood in front of him. "I see it as the blood that runs through the veins of the ones who save lives, who saved the world so many times without blinking and it's the one in my veins." For the first - not first - time he saw you cry. "It's a honor, Sam." You stopped, taking a break. Stopped crying. "I can't say it to everyone, but I know it: being the daughter of the guy who saves the world? Not that bad."

Seeing you cry and leave turned into a day flashback. The flashbacks he had awake were the worst, because while the other ones were more like dreams, this felt like headaches. His instincts went crazy by the sound of your sobbing while you talked. The sobbing came from many different absent memories from different ages - in the present it was just some quiet tears. After you went back to the room, he allowed a couple down his face, paralyzed by the desperation he felt thanks to the sound of you crying.

"How is she?" Castiel and Dean found Sam in shock.

"You tell me."

"How are you?" Dean was the one this time.

"Scared."

"Is that because you called her Camila earlier?" Cass was worried.

"Camila is..." He stopped. "...Was her mother." He was confused. She is alive but she isn't. "I don't know."

"What's happening?"

"Her mother is alive here, Dean."

"She was never born."

"Oh my God..." Castiel started to relate everything.

"The last times I slept or passed out, whatever." He mentioned that day earlier. "I only had flashbacks with Camila, I dreamed with the day she told me about Y/N, it was so fucking real."

"How was it?" Dean was curious.

"Shocking." He started listing. "Unexpected, and surreal." Breathing through that thoughts was hard. So he took a deep breath in almost every pause he made.

"Just like now." His brother confirmed.

"Worse." Castiel added, reading your father's expression.

"At least she wasn't born, I was still going to raise her, with Camila, out of all of this. Now, she is all done already and I don't know who she is."

"But she knows us." Castiel spoke again. "A lot." The three of them agreed at this. "It's almost like she reads our thoughts."

"And our moves." Dean laughed. "She is the scariest shit, isn't she?" They all smiled and went rest, hoping that in the next day they would know a little bit more about you.

Next morning, was time to have a nice breakfast and go back to the bunker. You knew you would sleep all the way back thanks to the previous night insomnia that not even the tiring of the hunt could defeat. But when you woke up, you weren't on bed, you were in your father's arms. It doesn't matter if you've grown a lot, you'll always be tiny in his big arms.

"Shhhh." He said when you moved your head. Normally, you wake up very easily. But when he caught you, your body recognized his care and the smell of the shirt. When the sun between the bedroom and the car reached your eyes, you briefly opened them. "We're going home."

Next.

Here’s an idea.

So, lately I've been thinking about writing some sam x daughter but I never wrote for tumblr.

Basically, I was thinking about some kind of series where I write different one-shots, with the same au basics. In this "au basics", the reader is Sam's daughter who would've happened if he never met Jess at college, that appears once he has to change one important part of his past (not dating Jess) to save Dean in some kind of deal, changing the reality they know a lil bit.

They come back to the bunker, and find a teenager who didn't even exist a few days ago. So, the boys start to remember some things about her while for her, they've always been there.

Lemme know if you guys like it <3

Also, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.

Here it is.

Never Be The Same

Series Masterlist.

Teaser.

Forget Forever - Prologue.

Write Your Name - Part 1.

Consequences - Part 2.

On Purpose - Part 3.

Bad Blood - Part 4.

Hurricane - Part 5.

Ghost - Part 6.

Pressentimento - Part 7.