Wish, I Could Have Told You Sooner

Wish, I could have told you sooner

Day 2: No dialogue

Dean x reader

Summary: Dean wishes he had spoke sooner

a/n:I said this would take longer than 30 days XD. Heres day two! Very angsty. I love angst (if you couldnt tell).

warnings: Angst, and more angst

word count: 625

Dean stared at the bright phone screen. The phone displaying all his messages sent to you, the little green text boxes haunting him, teasing him even. Every single one had been sent and delivered, yet never read; and he knew deep down, that they would never be read. Dean was in his own world, nothing around him mattered, he was numb yet felt everything at the same time, though his eyes still stayed fixated on the screen in front of him. It was only when the texts and screen started to become difficult to read and became blurry, did Dean realise he was crying. Tears dropping onto the messages, magnifying the words.

Dean always used to say no chick flick moments. Normally, he kept his heart caged, locked up with his emotions; but today all his rules went out the window. Before he would have scrubbed furiously at his eyes until they were red and raw, but to the point where he knew his tears had been erased. But today he didn’t care. He didn’t care who would see him; he just continued to sit there, allowing his tears to dribble down his cheek before dripping onto the phone screen.

Dean was warm in his suit, he never really dressed for the nines. But today was different. He felt uncomfortable, and restricted. The impala felt smaller and didn’t feel like home. Baby pulled up by the green grass, the driver Dean had hired not speaking a word. Dean clutched at the flowers in his hands, knuckles going red and purple. He could tell he was nervous, his hands were getting sweaty, so he gripped the flowers tighter. He took one last look at his phone, before slipping it into his suit pocket. The inward battle to get out of the car was almost too great, and he nearly asked the driver to turn around, so he could go back to bed; but he knew you would want him to be there. So, he slowly clambered out the car, his legs were wobbly, and he felt like a baby dear learning to walk, but he put one foot in front of the other, walking towards the green grass, to where the others were stood.

It felt like Dean had been stood for hours, yet in reality it was 5 minutes. He spotted his brother first, and bobby. Before he saw the brown stained wood, formed to perfection. It was quiet and no one said a word. Dean was asked if he wanted to help carry you out, but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to believe in was you being carried.

He watched as you were lowered softly and gently into your new home. He hardly paid attention to anything else. He felt like someone else was in control of him, almost as this was all a bad dream. He pinched himself yet didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a bad dream; it was a real-life nightmare.

He watched as people started to turn and walk away. He watched as your gravestone was placed, and you were covered with dirt. He watched until he was the last one left. He watched until he collapsed into a heap. Head leaning against the cold stone, which bared your name, Tears gushing down his face, his hands still clenching onto the flowers, like they were the only thing keeping him alive. He cried for hours, until the heavens opened, and his tears were inconspicuous from the rain. He cried for your loss, even when the evening came, and the sun started setting. He cried. He stayed until he was exhausted, his tears running out. He didn’t get to tell you everything he wanted to, and now he never would.

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Posts might be a little sporadic this week, Sorry!

I’m on a training course, and it’s very hectic and is taking a lot out of me :(

Part 2 of Join the hunt will be uploaded at some point this week :)

Requested part 2 of crushing is in the works.

And hopefully next week will have calmed down and I’ll post some more :)

Sneaky little looks

Day 4: Pining

Eddie munson x Jason adoptive sibling reader

Summary: Stealing glances and little looks, is the only way you could ever get close to Eddie

A/n: This has not been proof read, sorry. Also so sorry i’ve been gone. Super busy starting my masters soon, so stressed! Hopefully I’ll be able to be back more regularly soon.

Warnings: None

word count: 457

“Y/n!” The shrill voice of Mrs Smith cut through the silence of the class, everyone’s heads whipping round, multiple pairs of beady eyes staring into your soul. You could feel your face heating up, and you felt like you were going to explode. You just wanted to shrivel up within yourself or melt into a puddle like the wicked witch of the west.

“Stop staring into space and pay attention” Her voice became higher as she stalked towards you desk, slamming her hand down on the wooden table, making you and your stationary jump. She roughly grabbed the shut textbook on your desk, and flicked through the pages aggressively, tearing the corners of the pristine book slightly. Your eyes were wide staring, into her small sunken eyes that seem void of life. She suddenly lifted her hand, jabbing her wrinkly old finger onto the page, every jab accentuated by a word. “One” Jab “More” Jab “Warning” Jab “And” jab “You’ll” jab “get” jab “attention” Jab, jab, jab. She was jabbing the book so hard you through her finger was going to break.

The class erupted into whispers, groups of friends were muttering, every so often staring over in your direction. Some people just looked over at you in pity, others snarled at you. But everyone’s head bolted forward, when Mrs smith suddenly shrieked “Shut up!!” and suddenly all the attention that was on you had left as quickly as it came.

The material in the class was boring, and you knew you were going to drift off into sleep soon, the textbook that was ripped open, left ignored in front of you, your eyes drifting out of the window, spotting the long black-haired guy who had caught your attention. Everyone called him a freak, a devil worshiper, his whole group being the social pariah of high school. But to you, he was mysterious, he played his cards close to his chest, and you wanted to be able to sneak up behind him and read those cards over his shoulder. It’s part of the reason you started to learn to play dungeon and dragons. You wanted to be able to join hellfire, become part of Eddie’s close circle and see him for who he really was, but being Jason’s adoptive sibling, meant that you couldn’t. You instead had to steal secretive glances across the cafeteria, in the hallways, and out the window as your brother drove you home. It meant learning d&d in private, hiding any evidence under your bed, away from your bully brother. It meant going to all your brother’s games whenever you just wanted to try and join hellfire. It meant pining after Eddie Munson, the guy who owned your heart and had no idea.

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let’s talk about the early stages of hyperfixation where you can literally feel your brain getting doses of serotonin because of a show or a movie or a person or a character and mentally you’re like ‘ooooh no’ but it’s like a blackhole you can’t run or escape from so you just gotta ride it out knowing full well the next few months maybe even years are going to be spent mindlessly obsessing over this thing

I love you

Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109 

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

“My, my, my” A deep voice emerged, surrounding you, it sounded as if it was coming from all directions. The creature stepped out in front of you, in body clad in a black crisp suit, dark red splotches scatted on the material. Its hair was slicked back, styled smartly. It emerged from the shadows, into the slight light the salt and burn was casting, blue eyes, switching and turning black, the smell of sulphur and rotten eyes overpowering your senses.

The demon laughed, more like cackled as it walked towards you. If you weren’t incapacitated you would have fought back, but the searing pain froze you to the spot you were stood in. The vessel the demon was occupying was definitely attractive, but that didn’t matter. The demon got closer, until it was a few inches from your face, it grabbed at your face, leaning forward, inhaling your scent. “My, my, my” it repeated again, leaning in towards you, its hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Who would have thought that I would get the jump on the infamous y/n Singer” it whispered, its voice sweet almost melodic, but the sinister undertone was still there. “I can’t wait to tell your dear old father” it continues, running a finger over your cheek, down to your side, where the hilt on the blade was sticking out of you. Its hand wrapped around it, wiggling it up and down, the pain surging again, as your knees weakened, and you collapsed to the floor with a gasp. The blade puncturing more of your insides as it stayed in the demon’s hand when you fell.

“Oh, yes!” it giggles manically, “I can’t wait to tell dear old daddy, but first you get to suffer” It kicked you in the side, dirt and mucked adding and mixing into your wound. It turned to look at you, smirking before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. You could feel the blood pouring out of your side faster than before, laying down you curled into a ball, trying to maintain body head. You could hardly feel your hands and feet by now, your body going into shock with the blood loss, but you willed yourself to dig around in your pocket, pulling out the phone, and calling the only man you had on speed dial.

The phone rings a few times, your close to giving up, conserving your energy, when a gruff voice finally answered.

“What have you done now, Idgit” The voice askes, the undertones soft and gentle, caring.

“Dad” you whisper, more blood pouring out of your mouth, you breath in shakily, pain rippling throughout you. “I need to visit you soon; it’s been too long” You try to keep your voice cheerful, not allow him to realise anything is wrong

“What’s wrong y/n” His voice is hard. Of course, you couldn’t fool your dad, of course the infamous Bobby Singer knew when something was wrong. The concern in his voice rolling in waves through the phone, you could imagine him now, standing in the yard, dark eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“Nothing’s wrong Dad” You squeak out, before a coughing fit overtakes your body, droplets of blood being expelled out of your mouth.

“That’s Bullshit, y/n!” He yells, dad could always tell when you were lying, but you ignored him, continuing with the story, that nothing was wrong.

“I just wanted to call you Dad, it’s been awhile s’all” You whisper, energy draining from your body quicker after you stopped coughing. Though a smile planted itself on your face, thinking of your father and the memories you had with him.

Bobby takes awhile to respond, you can imagine the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out what was going on and how to help you. But you knew you weren’t long for this world, and you needed to tell him one last thing.

“Dad” you gasped, it was getting harder to breath, your eyesight had started going black around the rims, almost like those stylised photos you saw every so often.

“I love you Dad” Your energy was almost depleted now. Body cold and blue, most of your blood on the floor underneath you. Your ears had started ringing, your brain going foggy. Closing your eyes, it was easier to concentrate on your father’s comforting voice.

“Y/n! What is going on?” He yells down the phone, impatience and fear radiating from his voice.

“I love you Dad” You responded, a happy smile slipping over your face as you got to tell him something you didn’t say often. A hunter’s life was one of gore and hard-faced people, not a life full of lovey moments, though you wished you had said that you loved him more.

You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, eyelids to heavy to move. Your chest felt like the weigh of the world was rested upon it, organs shutting down one by one. Your heart slowing, trying to pump the last remaining blood around your system, your lungs hard inflating with much needed oxygen. It was your time. “I love you, Daddy.” You mustered up the last of your strength, taking the deepest breath you could, before repeating the three little words you wished you had told your father more. Your soul started to slip from your body, the ache in your side becoming more distant, your senses becoming numb, fading. Your dads voice distant, yelling and pleading your name over and over again like a broken record. You smiled as darkness encompassed you, your life slipping away, peace holding your hand as you crossed the line between life and death. Happy as you got to remind your dad that you loved him one last time.

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1.2 Wendigo

Dean x Sam x gn! Winchester reader

Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.

A/n - Second episode if up! I’m so sorry that this has taken so long, super hectic week, hope this is up to standard!

warnings: Follows the first episode of the first season. Death. Fire.

word count - 5359

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Recap:

“No… oh my god no…” He croaked. He stands frozen, as a sizzling noise overwhelms his senses, the smell of smoke as small black lines spiderweb across the ceiling. The lines connect, spelling out three words. Coming for you. Before suddenly igniting, engulfing the walls and Mary.

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“Dad hasn’t been home in a week” Dean explained, his face hardening with a seriousness.

“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” Sam answers quickly, his brain not fully processing the extent of Dean’s sentence.

“No Sam.” You added, “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a week.” Your twins eyes widen, the mutual understanding between the three siblings that this conversation has to be silent.

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Sam’s face is dark, covered in desperate anger. Sam looks over at you then at Dean, you hear him exhale, as he tosses the shotgun in the boot slamming it shut.

“We got work to do” He hissed.

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Now

Since leaving Sam’s burnt apartment and most importantly his dead girlfriend. Sam had been incredibly quiet, though with the gentle humming of the engine it hadn’t taken your twin too long to fall asleep in the passenger seat. You didn’t argue this time about the passenger seat being your seat, he’d been through a lot the past few days, (more than most go through in their entire lives), and you really didn’t want to start an argument that you knew would result in your head being bitten off by your slightly grumpy, taller lanky brother.

It had been a few hours since Sam had fallen asleep, Dean tapping his fingers on the steering wheel driving to the co-ordinates left by Dad in his journal, 35-111; blackwater ridge. When you had left originally, you had roughly 600 miles of rugged road and classic rock music to travel. By now you were about half-way, 300 miles left. The journey so far, hadn’t been so bad, the three of you had all been quiet, wrapped up in your own heads, Dean’s music playing through the speakers, apart from that the car was silent, well apart from Sam’s snorts. The last 100 miles or so, you had been staring out the window at the shrubbery passing by, though you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, lulling you to sleep. Well, that was until Sam suddenly jerked awake, a little squeal passing his lips before he started gasping for air.

“Are you alright?” you hear Dean’s gruff voice cut through the music, the first time he had spoken in a few hours, well apart from his singing, though you’re not sure if you’d really count it as singing. Your watching the two of them, through the reflection on the window, you notice Sam glancing over at your older brother, before he turns to look out the window, like you had been doing moments earlier.

“I’m fine” He responds dully, voice monotone, yet laced with a tiny hint of fear and a whole lot of guilt; it didn’t take a genius to figure out why he felt guilty either.

“Another nightmare?” You decide to dig, dig with Sam, dig him out of the depressive hole he’ll eventually find himself drowning in if he doesn’t talk. Sam doesn’t react, through you lean forward, between the front two seats; Dean catching your eye and glaring at you in the ‘big brother is taking charge; sort of way, when he notices you font have a seat belt on. Sam never answers you, but everyone in the car knows it was a nightmare, and everyone in the car knows that it in some way involves Jess.

“Do you wanna drive?” Dean joins in the digging, the pushing, the pulling. If one of you was going down into the dark hole, the rest might as well follow. Yet, before Sam can even answer, you’re jumping at Dean’s question, asking him to pull over and let you be in control. Sam laughs, it’s a deep guttural laugh, but its natural and happy sounding, and the tension in the car starts to dissipate slightly.

You realise that you’re getting nowhere, so settle back against the window, where you can watch the boys through the reflection. “Dean, not once have you ever asked me that!” you notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Just though you might want to. Never mind” Dean responds, never taking his eyes of the road, his fingers start drumming on the steering wheel again. Of course, offering up baby was his way of helping make amends and although Sam never acknowledged Dean’s effort, you knew he was happy that the two of you were trying to cheer him up.

“Look, I appreciate that both of you are worried about me, but I’m okay, really” Sam smiles at the two of you, a slightly pink hint on his cheeks. It doesn’t matter though, seeing a small smile on his face means that tensions have fully disappeared, just like the eggshells you wanted to walk on completely vanished.

The three of you fell back into comfortable silence afterwards.

About half an hour later you heard the two boys muttering. “Maybe we shouldn’t have left Stanford so soon?” Sam frets, Dean glimpses over at Sam, confusion and slight annoyance sketched across his face.

“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-“

Sam quickly interjects “We gotta find Dad first.”

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An hour or two later, you spot a sign that reads ‘Welcome to lost creek, Colorado, National Forest’ Dean drives to the ranger hut for blackwater ridge, putting Baby in park, before the three of you clamber out the car. The boys do so rather elegantly, unfortunately for you, your legs had gone numb, and as soon as you stepped out the car, your foot gave way, making you face plant the floor. It took a few minutes for your brothers to stop laughing, before Dean offered a hand to help you up, though you ignored it out of stubbornness and pushed yourself up before brushing the dust off of your jeans. Muttering a quick “Ughh, I um. I meant to do that.” Which just left the boys in more laughter.

Inside the ranger’s hut it was dark, but the different woods melded together to give a warm inviting feeling.

“You three aren’t planning on going to blackwater ridge, are you?” A deep voiced asked, turning around you spotted a man, he must have been late 60s, his skin had winkles showing signs of a life well lived, but you could tell he had the eyes of a young soul, someone who hadn’t finished living yet. Dean gave a sheepish smile at the man, hand rubbing the back of his neck; Sam interjecting quickly before Dean fucks something up. He makes up a quick excuse saying “Oh, no sir. We’re environmental study majors, just working on a paper” before the three of you made yourselves suspicious.

“Bull.” Said the ranger gruffly, looking between the three of you, not believing the excuse Sam had managed to whip up on the spot. The ranger continued, in the same gruff voice as before “Your friends with that Haley girl, right?”

“Yes” you answer hesitantly, eyes flicking to the boys, praying that this time ranger Wilkinson doesn’t suspect anything. Thankfully he takes the bait. “Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her.” He states, looking between the three of you “Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn’t be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it’s not exactly a missing persons case. You tell that girl to quit worrying, I’m sure her brother’s just fine.” He finishes pointedly.

“We will.” Dean responds, “Well that Haley girl’s quite a pistol huh” He chortles. “Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother’s return date.”

Ranger Wilkinson eyes all of you, he’s starting to suspect you all over again, yet he still goes to get the backcountry permit.

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It doesn’t take long for you to arrive outside of Haley’s house, Dean going ahead walking past the white picket fence, and up the porch steps, raising a fist he bangs on the door. A few seconds later a girl answers, not opening the screen. She has medium brown wavy hair, and a small slim face, Dean smiles at her “You must be Hayley Collins” he states “this is Sam and y/n. We’re ugh, rangers from the park service. Ranger Wilkinson asked us to come over, we have a few questions.”

“Show me some ID” She peers at the drivers license Dean shows her through the screen, though he doesn’t give her much time to scrutinise it, considering the fake ID reads ‘Samuel Cole’. She nods still hesitant, opening the screen door.

“Come on in”, she mutters stepping out of the way, Dean steps through the threshold first followed quickly by Sam, just as you’re about to cross into the house Haley pipes up “That yours?” She nods her head towards the Impala. ‘Ahh she’s a car girl’ you think to yourself ‘Dean will like her then’ you laugh to yourself, getting funny looks from those around you.

Once in the house, Haley leads the three of you to the kitchen, its décor is slightly outdated, with white wood and a big oval table in the middle, and unknown male is sat at the table on their laptop. “Ben” Hayley starts “this is Dean, Sam and y/n, they’re rangers” Ben glances up slightly, but he’s quiet, definitely the observant type, more like Sam then Dean, a think first and do it later kinda person, rather than a rush in and think later person.

“So, if Tommy’s not back, how do you know somethings wrong?” You question the girl, Hayley leaves the room, returning with a bowl which she places on the table. “He checks in everyday” she says solemnly.

“Maybe he was having too much fun and forgot” Dean suggested, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “He wouldn’t do that” Ben pipes up, Dean looks at him, really looks at him, as if he has x ray vision and can see into his soul.

Hayley snaps Dean out of his staring contest with Ben, pulling his attention to her. “Our parents are gone. It’s just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asks, Hayley nods grabbing her laptop. For the next half an hour or so Hayley shows the three of you the pictures and videos that Tommy sends the family each evening, he seems happy, enjoying himself the bond between siblings evident in the way they look out for each other. In ways you wish your family had the same dynamic but that would never happen, you didn’t have the normal apple pie life and the only reason you were all in contact was because the man who raised you had vanished.

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After you left Hayley’s and Sam had gotten the pictures and videos emailed to him, you all settled in at the local pub. It felt normal, people were playing pool in the corner cheering, a couple where having a chat and then there were the few drunk people in the back.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn’t get a lot of traffic” Sam starts a conversation on the case “But still this past April, two hikers went missing. They were never found.” Dean pulls out Dad’s journal placing the leather book on the table with a thud.

“Any others before that?” Dean questions. When it comes to cases, Dean becomes serious, unlike his normal jokey, flirty self. Reaching across the table you open Dad’s journal flicking through it as the boys continue, Sam pulls out a couple of newspapers, pointing at the dates as he reads them out loud, “Yeah, in 1982, authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”

“We all know that’s bullshit” you mutter, the boys snap their heads looking in your direction. “What?!” You question “It’s been happening every twenty-three years, unless a bear now keeps a calendar, I don’t think the disappearances ‘are just a grizzly” you lift your hands, in the air, wiggling your fingers up and down making air quotes.

Sam pulls out his laptop, pulling up Tom’s video, “exactly y/n, I re-checked out the video footage again. Look” he points at the screen, a shadow quickly darts across the screen, the outline visible through the tent.

“Do it again” Dean demands, Sam shows the video again, slowing it down frame by frame. “It’s three frames” you utter.

“Exactly! That’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move” Sam responded.

“Told you it’s not a grizzly” you stick your tongue out childishly, laughing as Dean smacks you round the back of the head.

“One more thing” Sam mentions, shutting his laptop and reaching for another newspaper clipping. “In ‘fifty-nine’ one camper survived this ‘grizzly’” Sam turned and looked at you before you said anything, giving you a glare. “As I was saying, one camper survived this ‘grizzly’ attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out alive.”

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After finding out who was attacked, you decided questioning him would give you the best chance of figuring out what was going on. The old man looked tired, his pale skin sickly and winkled.

“Look, ranger…ugh rangers” He corrected himself “I don’t know why you’re asking me, it’s public record. A grizzly attack.”

“The other people that went missing, those bear attacks too?” Dean digs, trying to find out more, the three of you knowing that the old man is not telling the full truth. The old man takes a puff of his cigarette, he’s stalling, thinking, trying to figure out how to answer. Dean doesn’t stop, doesn’t give him time to answer “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

The old man still doesn’t answer. Dean keeps pressing “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.” The man finally responds, “I seriously doubt that, and you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Mr. Shaw, what did you see?” Sam questions, leaning forward in his seat. You could tell the old man was about to spill everything you needed for the case.

“Nothing. It moved to fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar, like no man or animal I ever heard” His eyes are glassy, you guess that flashbacks are playing through his head, it must be difficult, remembering everything. “Why it left me alive I don’t know” He dips his head sadly, “did leave me this, though” He pulls back the collar of his shirt, three big scars are scratched across his chest, claw marks. He looks at the three of you before uttering his last words “there’s something evil in those woods. It was some sort of demon.”

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You arrived back at the motel after visiting the pub, the boys heading back earlier then you. You needed the space, as much as you loved them, it has been hard spending so much time around them recently. Dean normally only ever contacted you if he needed help on a case, and well Dad always made Dean relay his messages. Sam, well although he’s your twin and you did keep in contact, since he met Jess, he started responding less and less, you were thinking of giving up, going no contact. Well, that was until Dean rushed back into your life. You just didn’t want to get to close to them again, get used to them being in your life, to have to be back on your own, hunting things.

Opening the door to the hotel room, you saw the boys, they were still working. “Spirits and demons don’t have to unlock doors” Dean began.

“So, it’s probably something else, something corporeal” Sam counters.

“Corporeal? Excuse me professor”

“Shut up.” Having enough of their argument, you decided to weigh in, although a lot was going on in your head, you were still trying to figure out what in the hell you could be possibly hunting. “The speed that it moves… could be a skin walker, maybe a black dog. Whatever it is, it’s not a grizzly and it’s a creature. Which means we can kill it”

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Pulling up in the impala, Dean climbed out first, and argument already stirring between the two brothers. “We can’t let her come Dean” Sam snapped. Hayley had arranged a tour, her and Ben adventuring into Blackwater Ridge to find their brother. Dean wanted to crash it; Sam wanted to stop it.

“You guys got room for three more?” Dean yelled, a smug grin across his face, once he spotted Hayley wearing a pair of tight ass-hugging shorts. Of course, he’s thinking with his dick, you roll your eyes. After the introductions, Roy (the tour guide) storms ahead, talking about his hunting escapades and how he’s hunted buck’s and bears. If only he knew.

Dean starts to get cocky “Tell me, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” Roy suddenly grabs Dean, tugging him back. “Whatcha doing, Roy?” Roy still silent, picks up a stick and pokes at the ground, a bear trap suddenly springs to life. Roy smirks “You should watch where you’re going. Ranger.”

The boy’s storm on ahead. You stay back with Hayley, keeping an eye on the back of the pack, protect them from all angles. “You didn’t pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffle bag. You’re not rangers.” She reaches out and grabs your arm, halting you, the others too far ahead to care.

“Who the Hell are you?” Hayley interrogates.

“We’re siblings” you sigh. “Deans the eldest, Sam is my twin. Our Dad went missing, we’re looking for him too.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Hayley exhales.

“We’ve been through some shit… Look it’s best not to get on with it. Let’s catch up with the others.” You end the conversation. From up ahead you hear Roy shout “Hayley over here.”

She darts off, you check the surroundings before running off after her, it doesn’t take long for you to realise why he shouted. The little camp site having been discovered, destroyed, bloody and clawed. “Definitely a grizzly” Roy states. You roll your eyes hard, Dean and Sam giving you a poignant stare, taking the hint you keep your mouth shut.

“HELP!” A yell echoes around the woods.

“Tommy!” Hayley yells back taking off in the direction the voice was heard. The rest of you following, but the three of you hang back a little, inspecting the area outside of prying eyes not in the hunting business.

“Boys” You whisper-shout drawing the attention of your two brothers, who were discussing what could have destroyed the tents. “The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here” you walk forward and stop point at the ground, “The tracks just vanish.”

“That’s weird” Sam mutters, walking forward and bending down to inspect the drag marks closer.

“I’ll tell you what, that’s no Skinwalker” Dean states stepping forward towards the forest where the drag mark disappeared. “Which means” you continue “It’s also not a black dog”.

“Just what are we dealing with?” Dean questioned as you started to return to the camp, Tommy’s voice had faded and Hayley, Ben and Roy had decided to go back to camp for the night. Everyone walked in silence, just the crunching of sticks and dry leaves could be heard.

“Wait!” Hayley shouts, “Where’s our packs?” She swings around, staring at all of you, glaring even. “Is this some kind of practical joke” She continues, throwing her arms up in the air, exasperated.

“Do you really think we’d do this?” You growled, stepping towards her, pushing your face into hers. You’d had enough, this was dangerous, Dad was missing and now strangers with no idea of the supernatural are getting mixed up into the wrong things. Your tether had snapped. “This is fucking serious! Your brother is missing, or even dead. Sam with our dad. Maybe you were the one to hide everything!”

“Y/N!!” Dean roars, separating the two of you, before one of you kills the other. Though Dean has bets on who would win that one, and everyone knows Winchesters always win. “Enough. We need to stick together, not chew each other out” Sam cuts in. You knew they were right, but that didn’t mean that you were now going to be all pally with Hayley now.

“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off, so we can’t call for help.” Sam mentions after tensions ease, and everyone has their heads screwed on properly. “Wait. You mean someone, some nutjob out there stole our gear?” Roy questioned, confused but also frustrated in his mind they were still hunting a bear. “Maybe.” You mutter, trying to distract. You knew you really needed to talk to your brothers, see dads journal. But Sam, like always beat you to it, looking between you and Dean before saying everything he needed to with his eyes.

The three of you split off from the other three, not too far away to be suspicious, but far enough away to not be overheard. Dean passes your twin the journal, and it doesn’t take long for Sam to flick to a specific page, it’s got dads messy writing scribbled all over it and a first-nations style drawing, it almost looks like a scary stick figure.

“Oh, come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or Northern Michigan” Dean almost laughs at the suggestion of one being found in the far west of the states.

“Think about it, Dean” Sam rolls his eyes at your older brother. “It can mimic a human voice, its fast, and smart”

“Great” You and Dean sigh at the same time before pulling out your pistols which were hidden across your person. “This is useless then!” Dean huffs

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It doesn’t take long for night fall to fall over the camp. Hayley and Ben are sat around the campfire, watching the embers dance within the smoke, before fizzling out. The heat the camp radiated was needed, the nights air cooled quickly and with supplies having been taken earlier the fire was much needed. Hayley prods at the fire, watching Dean work his magic, he was using a big branch, disturbing the mud around the site, creating symbols. You could see the questioning look in Hayley’s eyes and figure now was a better time then never to be civil (especially after earlier).

“Anasazi symbols” You muttered, watching the flames light up the small area of forest before the vast darkness that surrounded you. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hayley, Ben and Roy, look over at you, curious gazes, eyebrows raising slightly. “Its for protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them”

Roy’s face slips from curious to a smirk, before his body starts shaking with laughter, his white teeth showing as he bends over, gun slung over his shoulder in fits of hysterics. He sarcastically wipes at his eyes. Though he shuts up quickly when Dean shouts over that nobody likes a sceptic.

Dean had finished drawing the symbols, all of you apart from Sam standing by the fire, Sam was stood outside the camp staring into the distance. It was silent, too silent. There was no sound, no wind, no trees talking, no animals. No nothing. Just silence, until a twig snaps; breaking the eeriness.

“Help me! Please!” A voice echoes throughout the trees. Sam’s head whips round, and it doesn’t take long before he’s joined the rest of you within the circle. “Help!” The voice echoes again, Dean’s face goes expressionless, hand on his gun. Sam grabs a torch and illuminates the darkness slightly.

“He’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put.” Dean was using his stern voice, his big brother you’re in a lot of shit voice you ended up on the receiving end of a lot as a kid.

“Stay inside the magic circle” Roy barks. It’s not long until a growling sound is heard close to the camp, Roy points his gun randomly and shoots at it. “That’s no grizzly” He mutters, realisation finally hitting him. The wendigo is mad, infuriated even. It rushes around the camp site; Hayley starts to scream. Roy randomly shoots towards the rustling, again and again and again. “I hit it!” He shouts, jumping slightly on the balls of his feet, rushing forward to go and investigate what he had hit.

“Roy! No” You shout, darting after him, you can hear Dean behind you saying, “Don’t move” and its not long before your brothers also take off after Roy.

“It’s over here! It’s in the tree” Roy yells over before the wendigo reaches down and snaps his neck. It happens within the blink of an eye, one second Roy is standing there and the next his limp, dead body drops lifeless to the floor. You dart back to the safety of the camp, where Ben and Hayley stay, wide eyed in horror.

“So, we have a better chance in the daylight” You mention looking a the five of you sitting around the campfire. Sam leans forward, opening dad’s journal showing the two siblings sat opposite. Dean carefully explains the backstory, what a wendigo is, how its formed and many other questions that were running through their heads. By the end of the explanation the fire had started to dwindle, flames becoming smaller and smaller, and the five of you decided to call it a night.

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The crisp morning air was a nice invitation, it woke up the senses, made you feel refreshed, and it was exactly what you needed on a day of a hunt. The five of you had left the safety of the camp about ten minutes ago, Dean marching on ahead, fresh leaves crunching beneath boots, the sounds of animals and birds making the forest come to life.

“Guys” you call, looking over your shoulder at the others.

“What is it?” Dean calls back, even though he’s started trudging over the rugged terrain of tree roots towards you. Then they see the reason why you called them over, the blood claw marks were everywhere, every tree had them, the animals got quieter, the forest going silent, just like the night before.  

“You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.” Sam mentions, stepping forward running his hand over the broken bark. Nearly as soon as Sam finishes his sentence, the trees surrounding all of you start shaking, and a deep guttural growling gets louder and louder. Everyone reacts automatically, sprinting off in different directions, you end up with Dean and Hayley, when you run into the wendigo. Hayley’s screams being the last thing you remember.

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You groan and open your eyes, the area you’re in is dark, your arms are tied above you, you feel sore and tired, nowhere near awake as you were this morning. You saw Dean and Hayley slumped against the side of the structure you were being kept in; Ben crouched in front of Hayley. To your left, you saw your twin, knife in hand cutting through your restraints. It wasn’t long before you were let down and were leaning against the cool wall.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam questions the both of you, Dean moves slightly a small wince passing his lips, you just nod, looking at Sam, eyes questioning him.

“He’s gone” Sam mutters answering your question without needing to be asked.

You watch as Hayley walks over to another person hanging, she slowly touches his cheek. “Tommy” She whispers. Tommy’s eyes jerk open, and Hayley lets out a shriek, before her brother gets cut down. “We’re gonna get you home” She whispers to him.

Behind in the corner, Dean had spotted the stolen supplies, pulling out a few flare guns, chucking a few to you and Sam. The five of you start limping down the tunnel. Until the creature decided to rear its nasty head.

“We’ll never outrun it!” Hayley yells panicked.

“Alright, you” He looks at Hayley and her brothers “Stay with Sam and y/n. They’ll keep you safe” Dean lifts his eyes between the Sam and yourself, nodding a confirmation of the plan.

“What about you?” Hayley’s voice quivers. Dean just smiles at her, sending a wink, before the four of you leave him behind. Even in the worst of times that man still thinks with his dick you sigh. As the four of you leave Dean behind you can hear him taunting the monster “Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I’m right here!”

It doesn’t take long for the wendigo to find you. You push the three siblings in front of you as Sam shoots his flare towards the monster, he misses, the red flare bouncing off the wall. You continue running, the monster stalking you down the tunnel slowly, like a predator waiting for its prey.

“Get behind me!” Sam shouts, pushing you behind his body, you stumble, and Hayley catches you.

“Hey” Dean shouts behind the monster, it turns around. You take your chance at the same time as Dean, shooting your flare gun, hitting the monster. It bursts into flames. Dean walks over to the four of you, ruffling your hair as he goes past. “Not bad huh?” He questions a smirk falling over his lips.

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Night-time has landed again, around the ranger station. Tommy has been piled in the ambulance that had arrived a few minutes ago, he’s sat on the back, legs hanging over the edge, a couple of paramedics fussing over him. Sam is off in the corner with Ben, the police are interviewing the two of them, the story is that a grizzly attacked the camp, and you guys went on a bear hunt.

You and Dean are stood near baby, having already been seen by paramedics, just a few scrapes here and there but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“So” Hayley starts, taking a small step towards the two of you. Though her eyes are focused on your older brother, and you can tell he’s intrigued, his green eyes following her every move. “I don’t know how to thank you.” Dean’s smile merges into a lascivious smirk, and you notice a small smile grace Hayley’s lips before she flirtatiously, looks up at him. “Must you cheapen the moment?”

Your brother’s smirk widens a laugh ripples through him. “Yeah” He smirks towards the girl. Hayley smiles at him, it’s like they’re in their own world, just the two of them, no one else. You notice Hayley lean in slight, before quickly pressing a kiss to Dean’s cheek; and you chuckle slightly when the two of them darken and flush red. Before she turns away, Hayley looks at you “I hope you find your father” She whispers quietly, whipping round joining Ben and Tommy in the ambulance, as Sam appears by your side.

It's peaceful between the three of you as the ambulance doors are shut, and the three siblings drive out of sight. “Man, I hate camping” Dean declared, Sam chortled before replying “me too”.

“Boys” you butt in, both men turning to look at you, sat in between them on the front of baby, “You know we’re gonna find Dad, right?”

“Yeah, we will” Dean smiles tightly, you can tell he doesn’t fully believe what he’s saying but you smile knowing that he’s trying.

“In the meantime, I’m driving!” Sam states, giving Dean a pointed glare. Dean tosses the keys over your head, Sam catching them as if it was the most natural thing possible. The three of you clamber into baby, Sam in the driver’s seat, Dean in the passenger and you in the back.

Let the journey begin!

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