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Dean Winchester x named reader (Eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you're triggered by any of these then please don't read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there's a reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it's the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Pilot part 1

Season one. Episode one.

Pilot (part 2)

You woke up in the back seat of the Impala. You were still wearing Sam's shirt and your jeans from last night. The car was stopped in front of a gas station. You guys left last night or more like this morning for Jericho. You drove your car back to your motel room. You have to say you already missed your car. Sam was sitting on the front seat and Dean was not in the car.

"Hey, you want some breakfast?" You heard Dean said and you poked your head out from the window. "Hey, you're up." He smiled at you.

"no. Thanks" Sam said as the same time you nodded your head. "I'll have some. I'm hungry, trust me you guys don't want to face me hungry." You mumbled and turn back to Sam and he let out a chuckle.

"so how'd you pay for that stuff ? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked checking out Dean's fake cards.

"yeah, well hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean said as he filled the gas tank of the car. "Except, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards." Making you laugh for the first time since last night.

"yeah, and what names did you write on application this time?"

"uh, Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean said handing you a big packet of chips and you instantly opened it and started munching. "Slow down sweetheart, you gonna choke."

"would you rather it be your head instead of chips?" You asked and he felt silent "yeah then shut up." You said and continued munching.

"you really aren't a morning person are you?" Sam laughed and you ignored him.

"I swear to God, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam said looking through Dean's Cassette tape collection.

"why?" Dean asked almost offended.

"well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." You had to agree with Sam on this. Dean got a crappy taste in music.

"house rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean said throwing one of the cassette back in the collection making you laugh for the second time

"you know, Sammy in a chubby 12 year old boy. It's Sam, okay?" Sam corrected his brothers 'a gift of the world ' by 'the loveless' started to play. 'huh, I really like this song. Maybe it's not that crappy after all. ' you thought to yourself.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean replied and pulled away from the gas stop.

"Quit flirting you two, I feel like a third wheel now." You said sarcastically.

"oh if anyone's a third wheel here, it's Sam, not you , sweetheart." Dean flirted and you glared at him through the rare view. He stopped smirking when he saw the look on my face. "Sorry" he mumbled. You let out a silent chuckle when he looked away from you. It felt nice not being alone on a hunt, having not only one but two partners. It was only better that both of them were your childhood friends, they knew you and did not judge you because of your weirdness. Last night was first night in a while that you actually slept without a nightmare. Maybe it was because you knew there was someone with you.

*******

"alright, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess." A few hours along the ride Sam decided to call all the hospitals in and around Jericho to see John was still alive.

"check it out." Dean said and you looked ahead to see a bunch of cops on the bridge. 'they must have found another car or something.' Dean stopped the car near the bridge and then turned around to face me after he grabbed his fake ID from the glove compartment.

"we'll go talk to the cops, you stay inside." He said making you frown.

"the hell I am " you exclaimed almost offended.

"Alex, Dean is right. You look too young to be a cop, you have to stay inside." Sam agreed with dean

"I'm a trainee." You said and pulled out your fake ID. "And that works?" Dean asked pointing at it. "Mostly." You shrugged. Sam exchanged a look with his brother. "Ok so you're staying inside." This time he did not wait for a reply and stepped out from the car and both of them too of and went towards the cops.

"you're staying inside" you said in a mocking voice. "The hell I am." You said and walked from the car and toward the cops where the boys were already talking to them.

"and who are you?" The deputy asked the boys when you got there. "Federal Marshalls" Dean replied holding up how ID. "You two are a little young for Marshalls aren't you?"

"thanks that's awfully kind of you." Dean let out a small fake chuckle. "And you?" The deputy pointed at me and the brothers turned around. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam was glaring at me.

"umm, I'm a trainee. I was working the case under sheriff Simmons. I thought he called you in about sending a trainee." You put on your most innocent face and it looked like the deputy actually trusted you more than he trust the brothers. "Ya, ya. He actually texted me, Mariah Larrison right?"

"yup, that's me." You handed him your ID. God bless you and your hacking talent. You weren't a pro but you could hack into a phone or two. "He told me a lot about you. I am very excited to work the case under you." You batted your eyelashes. He nodded with a smile as he looked very proud of himself. You had already planned all of these out before. Dean looked extremely irritated now and Sam looked some what impressed.

"so, you did have another one just like this correct?" Dean asked bringing everyone's attention back to himself.

"that's right, a mile up the road. There have been other's before that." The deputy replied.

"so this victim...you knew him?" Sam asked.

"a town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" You asked looking at the Vic's car.

"no. Not so far as we can tell."

"so what's the theory?" Sam asked as he went around to look at the car as well, he walked around and stood beside Dean.

"honestly we don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring." Jeffe replied.

"that is exactly the kind of crap police work I would expect of you guys." Dean said making Sam stomp on his foot.

"thanks for your time. Gentleman." You covered up as the deputy kept frowning at all three of you. You made your way to the car and you glared at Dean. Dean slapped the back of Sam's head as soon as you guys were a bit far from the cops.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"why'd you step on my foot?"

"why'd you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam spat back.

"come on. They don't really know what's going on. We are all alone in this. If we are gonna find dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." dean said looking directly in his eyes. I tried walking past him but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in front of him. "And you. I told you to stay inside."

"this was my case, Dean. You can't just bench me. And I told you this before, you don't tell me what to do, and well, thanks to me they actually believed you guys." You hissed and pried your hand away from his.

"can I help you boys?"came a voice and you looked up to see the sheriff standing there with two men.

"no sir. We were just leaving." Dean replied. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." You tried to walk past them but the Sharif opened his mouth again. "And you, little lady."

'who the hell are you calling little lady, old man.' you wanted to say but instead you put on a big smile and say "I'm the trainee, Mariah Larrison." He nodded and I smiled again before walking away. Sam was already inside the shotgun but Dean was standing outside.

"I'm sorry " he said. "You are right, it's your case, I won't tell you what to do. From now you take the lead and you tell us what to do." He said making you smile.

"you don't have to."

"No, I-"

"ok, we are going to meet Amy Hein." You cut him off and happily got inside the backseat and Dean was speechless still standing outside. "Come on, you said you'll do what I say, now get inside the car." Dean got inside the driver seat murmuring something under his breath.

*******

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said as you followed the girl who was putting up posters of her missing boyfriend. "You must be Amy." You asked the girl as you guys approach her.

Yeah." She replied.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. This is my girlfriend, Alex. I'm Dean, this is Sammy." Dean told the girl and I shot him a look.

"He never mentioned you to me." She said looking at all three of you then she turned around to resume her work, all three of you following her. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Dean said.

"so we're looking for him too." Sammy stepped forward. 'wow, so much for me taking the lead.' "and we are kind of asking ground." He added as you came to a stop.

"hey, are you ok?" A weird goth girl came up to Amy and asked her. "Yeah." Amy replied.

"do you mind if we ask you couple questions?" you asked her giving a sympathetic smile which was pretty hard for you because you suck at showing sympathy. "Yeah sure, I guess. We can sit inside." She said while returning your smile.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back button about it." Said Amy as you guys sat inside, her voice was cracking up. "You didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" You asked, trying to look as less intimidating as possible. The other girl apparently whose name was Rachel was staring at you with a strange look on her face. she was really making you uncomfortable but you didn't let it show on your face.

"no, nothing I can remember." Amy said shaking her head.

"here's the deal, ladies" Dean started leaning in more toward the table. "The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. If you've heared anything.." he continued, making the girls look at each other, having a silent conversation. "What is it?" You asked.

"well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk?" Rachel finally said taking her eyes off of you.

"what do the talk about?" The brothers asked in unison making you look at them with an raised eyebrow. The girls look at each other again before Rachel spoke up.

"it's kind of this local legend. This one girl.. she got murdered out on centennial, like decades ago. " Rachel said. Dean looked at Sam then at me. "Well, supposedly, she is still out, she hitchhikes and whoever picks her up...well, they disappear forever." She completes her story and the three of you gave each other knowing looks.

"well, thank you for your time, both of you." Sam said as you stood up and made your outside the door.

"well, there is a local library, a few blocks from here, we should go and check on the lore." You said and both nodded their heads.

"whatever you say, you call the shots here, remember." Dean said making you smirk a little. You all get in the car and made your way toward the local library. The right there was pretty much silent beside Sam and Dean bickering a little like a old married couple.

When you guys got to the library you made your way toward the vecant computer, as you were about to sit in front of it Dean pushed you aside and sat down himself. "What a child." You mumbled before taking a chair and sitting beside him while Sam sat on his other side.

'female murder hitchhiking' he searched and there was no result. Then he replaced the hitchhiking with centennial but again there was no result.

"let me try" Sam said as he moved his hand toward the computer but Dean slapped it away. "I got it" he hissed. Sam pushed his chair backward and sat himself in front of the computer. "Dude!" Dean exclaimed and hit him in the arm before he wheeled back beside his brother.

"you are such a control freak."

"so angry spirits are born out of violent death right?" Sam asked you.

"yeah"

"then maybe it's not a murder." He asked as he replaced the murder on the screen with suicide. 'why haven't I thought about it?' you asked yourself. One result came up reading 'suicide in Centennial'

"this was 1981. 'Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania bridge, drowns in river." Sam read the article.

"does it say what she did?" You asked at the same time Dean asked "why?"

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them for a minute and when she's back they aren't breathing... Both died"

"' our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch. "

"that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked looking at the picture of the bridge on the page. It was the same bridge where you guys meet the cops.

"you guys wanna take a trip again?" You asked

"yup" they replied in unison. All three of you for up and made your way out of the library.

"I have to say, it's nice working with you two again." Dean said getting inside the driver seat of the Impala.

"Dean, we've never worked a case together, before."

"ya... But it's still nice" he said and you will your head.

*******

"so this is where Constance took the swan dive" you said as all three of you walked to side of the bridge and looked down at the river.

"you guys think dad would have been here!" Sam asked as he did in your other side.

"well, he's chasing the same story and we are chasing him " Dean said and started walking along the bridge, you and Sam following him m

"so now what!" Sam asked.

"now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while "

"Dean, I told you I gotta get back by-" "Monday" Dean completed Sam's sentence. "Right, the interview, I forgot." You looked between the brothers not knowing what to do. In a way you thought both of them were right, Sam only wanted to leave a normal life and Dean only wanted his brother back by his side. "you're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?" 'here we go again.'

"maybe, why not?"

"does Jessica knows the truth about you? I mean does she know about the things you've done?"

"no, and she's not ever going to know"

"well, that's healthy." You mumbled under your breath and the boys looked at you for a second. "you can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"and who is that?"

"one of us."

"no! I'm not like you. I'm not like either of you. This is not gonna be my life." Sam said and you frowned at him. "Hey, I go to college too." You said but they ignored you.

"you have a responsibility "

"to dad? And his crusade? If it wasn't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back." Sam said and Dean pushed him to the railing of the bridge and grabbed his collar.

"hey, hey stop, guys. This is really not the time." You pushed Dean away and stood between both of them. You put your hand on Dean's chest and he looked down at you and calmed down a little.

"don't talk about her like that." Dean warned his brother after a few seconds of silence.

"Dean, Sam" you said as you looked over and saw a girl standing over the railing of the bridge, ready to jump. You pointed at her when both the brother looked at you. The woman looked at your direction and then jumped off the bridge causing your eyes to widen. All three of you ran toward where she was standing.

"where'd she go?" Dean asked as you looked down the bridge, no sign of a woman or any life for that matter. Suddenly Dean's car roared to life and you were the first one to notice it.

"Dean." You patted on his shoulder and both of them looked at the car as well with wide eyes. "What the fuck." Dean said with wide eyes.

"who's driving your car?" Sam asked and Dean pulled out his car keys from his pocket to show you. The car started toward you and you all turned to run in opposite direction. "Come on, guys. Let's go. Go!" Sam yelled. Both of them had a lot longer legs than you which was making it harder for you to catch up with them. When the car got too close all the of you jumped off the side of the bridge but only Sam latched on the railing and you and Dean fell off and a high pitched scream left your lips. You fell in the river but heard a thud which meant Dean didn't, he fell on the side where there was only muf and goo. You crawled out and laid on the side, panting.

"you ok?" Dean asked, he was panting as well.

"yeah, I'm alive, you?"

"yeah, me too."

"Dean, Alex. You guys alright?" Sam yelled from the top of the bridge.

"I'm super." Dean replied while you only held up a thumb.

"what you laughing at, asshat." You said when Sam started laughing but he only laughed harder.

*******

"car's alright?" You asked. The first thing Dean did after you got up was check his baby. Both of you were covered with sewer water and mud, Dean a little more than you. But you bet you were colder than he was. The only thing you were wearing was the white shirt Sam lent you last night while he had a jacket on. It was sticking to your body completely. Your hot pink bra was visible through the shirt and both the brothers seemed to notice it, because Sam was trying to look away from your chest and Dean, well Dean was staring at it.

"yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." Dean replied finally looking away from you. "That constance chick.... What a bitch!" He yelled the last part as if she could hear it, and maybe she could.

"well, she doesn't want us digging around. That's for sure." Sam said as both of them at on the bonnet of the car.

"so where does the trail go from here, genius." Sam asked you and you shrugged.

"I just want a shower first." You said in a small grumpy voice.

"you bet. You guys smell like toilet." Sam said looking at you then at his brother making you glare at him. "You know what, Sammy? I think I changed my mind, I want a hug right now." You smirked at the younger Winchester and stepped forward him.

"no, stay away, Alex." He said walking away from you.

"oh come on, it's been so long." You laughed as he ran away from you and you chased him around the car.

Part 3

Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Dead in the water part 2

Season one. Episode Three.

Dead In The Water (Part 3)

"okay, just so I'm clear, you see something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer by the way, into the drink. And you never see him again?" Jake asked looking at the three of you as you sat in front of his desk with the brothers in your each side.

"Yeah that about sums it up " Dean said while you and Sam nodded your heads.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar swept the entire lake, and what you're describing is impossible. And you're not really wildlife service?" You raised your eyebrow at his last comment. "That's right, I checked, the department's never heard of the three of you."

"See? Now, we can explain that-" Dean started.

"Enough, please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here, I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day. You get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror and you don't ever darken my doorstep again." Jake said looking specially at you.

"Look-" you started but Sam held your hand as in to tell you to stop talking.

"Door number two sounds good."

"That's the one I'd pick." Said Jake and with that the 3 of you stood up and left the precinct without another word. You all got in the car and took off.

Dean didn't say anything at all but you couldn't sit silent anymore.  "So, that's it? We're just gonna leave town?" You asked as he stopped at the red light. None of them answered. "Come on, guys, we can't just leave before making sure the case is solved, actually we don't leave until we make sure the case is solved, we are Hunters, that's not what we do." You sighed when there was no reply again.

You had no idea why you were being so desperate about this case, maybe because you relate to Lucas on so many levels.

"Green." Sam suddenly says.

"What?" You and Dean ask in sync.

"Light's green." Dean started the car and took the right from the signal instead of left.

"Ah, the interstate's the other way." Sam pointed out.

"I know." Dean replied and a big smile crept on your face at the realisation of what he was going.

"But, Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said. "I'm not so sure." Dean replied.

"Wow you guys were really ignoring me." You huffed out, crossed your arms over your chest.

"No one was ignoring you, Alex. It's just really hard not to give in when you make that puppy face." Sam says seriously and Dean nodded along. "But anyway, if Bill murdered Peter Sweeney, and Peter's spirit got it's revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"And what if we take off and this thing isn't done? what if we missed something and now people get hurt?" You said.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because Lucas was really scared." Dean answered for you.

"That's what this is about?"

"I just don't wanna leave town till I know the kid's okay. And like Alex said, we are Hunters and we don't leave until we know the job is done."

"Who are you? And what have you done to my brother?" Sam asked making you giggle.

"Shut up." Dean said.

Dean pulled up at Andrea home and the three of you rushed to the front door.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late guys!" Sam said when you were about to ring the bell and as soon as you did Lucas came bolting through the door, panting very rapidly.

"Lucas!" You and Dean said at the same time and the boy ran inside, you took off after him. You ran up the stairs and saw water coming out from under one of the doors on which Lucas was banging on Dean grabbed him and handed him to you. You picked him up and surprisingly he clung on to you.

Both the brothers rushed inside to help Andrea who was drowning in her bath tub. "Shhh." You tried to calm him down and he kept shaking furiously. The boys were finally able to pull Andrea out of her bathtub.

As the sun came up Sam was sitting in the living room with Andrea, trying to ask her about the drowning. Dean and you were going through old scrapbooks trying to find something that would relate them to Bill Carlton. " Hey, check this out."  Dean said and showed you a album which read on the cover 'jake-12 year old'.

You flipped through it when you're eyes landed in a group photo. "Dean, that's Peter Sweeney." You said pointing at one of the little boys, you rushed in to the living room and put the album in front of Andrea.

"Do you recognize any of the kids in this picture?" You asked and the three pairs of eyes were on you. "What?" She asked. "Is any of this is your dad?" You asked again and both the brothers immediately understood what you were doing.

"Yeah, yes, that one. He must have been 12 in this picture. why?" she said pointing at another picture.

"Chris Barr's drowning, connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been sheriff." You explained looking at the brothers.

"Bill and the sheriff. They were both involved with Peter." Sam said. Andrea was asking something when your eyes fell on Lucas who was staring out of the window intensely and Dean seemed to notice it as well.

"Lucas, Lucas what is it." Lucas didn't answer, instead he opened and started walking and you followed him.  He stopped at a point and pointed down at the ground.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there okay?" Dean demanded softly and Andrea took her son inside without another question.  Sam found two shovels in the garage and the brothers started digging.

"Are you seriously going take advantage to being a girl right now?" Dean and before they even started digging.

"What? No I'm not. Really. Sam could only find 2 shovels." You said innocently.

"Oh you can take mine." This time it was Sam who commented.

"No thanks, keep digging." The shovels were suddenly met with metal. They pulled out the object from the ground and it turned out to be a bike. "Peter's bike." Sam mumbled.

You suddenly felt an arm around your neck and metal pressed against your temple. "Ummm... Guys." You said as calmly as you could and both of them turned around with wide eyes.

"Who are you?" You heard Jake's voice.

"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam said calmly raising his hand in surrender. You could take the gun out from Jake's hand, you were fast enough, but you couldn't risk because you surely weren't faster than a bullet.

"How did you know that was there?" He asked not removing the gun from your temple.

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter? Drowned him in the lake, and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth Jake. nothing stays buried." You said and his grip on you tightened.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about?"

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago that's what the hell she's talking about." Dean said.

"Dad." You here Andrea yell as she ran up to you.

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit."

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them and it's gonna drag their bodies god knows where. So you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then after that, it's gonna take you and it's not gonna stop until it does." Sam explained calmly unlike you.

"Yeah? And how do you know that?" Jake asked.

"Because that's exactly what it did you Bill Carlton." You said.

"Listen to yourselves, you're insane."

"We don't really give a rats ass what you think of it but if we're gonna bring down this spirit we need to find the remains, salt then and burn them into dust." Said Dean.

"Tell us you buried Peter somewhere. Tell us you didn't just let him go in the lake." You said.

"Dad, in any of this true?"

"No, don't listen to them. They're liars and dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake, Dad look at me. Tell me you didn't kill anyone." Andrea asked and Jake finally let go of you putting down the gun. Dean instantly pulled you by his side. "Oh, my god." Andrea said when Jake didn't answer and kept breathing heavily.

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough, we were holding his head under water, we didn't mean to, but we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go and it sank." Jake finally confessed. "Oh Andrea, we were kids, we were so scared. It was a mistake but, Andrea to say that I've anything to do with these drownings, with Chris..... Because of some ghost ,it's not rational."

"Alright, listen to me. All of you. We need to get you away from this lake , as far as we can right now." Dean said and Andrea looked at something and gasped. You turned around to see Lucas kneeling near the lake. Your eyes widen and all of you ran toward him.

"Lucas." You kept yelling. He was reaching down into the lake for something. Suddenly a hand came up and pulled him into the lake. Dean and Sam wasted no time and jumped in. Andrea was about to jump in as well but you held her back. "No you can't go in."

"But Lucas."

"They'll get him, just stay on the dock." You said and held her back.

"Ok I'm going in. Stay here please." You said when neither of them came up with Lucas. You took off your jacket and jumped inn. You dived in for a few secs and then came up with nothing the same time Sam and Dean did.

"Jake. No. Get back." You yelled when you saw Jake coming inside the lake. "Just let it over." He yelled and then he was pulled inside the lake by something. "dad! No!" Andrea yelled and you dived down again in search of Lucas. You came up same time as Sam did, you looked at each other and shook your head. A few seconds later Dean came up as well, and this time with Lucas. You quickly swam toward them to help him.

You swam out and help Lucas out. He coughed out some water and started breathing again. All three of you sat on the ground to catch your breath and Andrea hugged her son tightly.

*******

You opened the backdoor of the car and threw your stuff inside, Dean did the same but a little more roughly.

"Look, Dean, we can't save everyone. We can try but it comes with the job and you have to suck it up." You said putting your hand on his bicep. You felt like you were telling that to yourself more than you were telling him.

"I know." He replied looking down at his feat when suddenly a voice caught your attention. "Sam, Dean." It was none other than Andrea and you ignored the fact that she left out your name. Somehow she thought her dad dying was your fault and even though she didn't admit it out loud, you knew and you didn't blame her for that.

She ran up to you guys, Lucas's was beside her holding a casserole of food. "hey." Dean greeted them and you gave a soft smile to Lucas who returned it.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, I'm, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked for the first time and god was his voice the sweetest in the world. She agreed and gave him a kiss on the head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this in the car." Dean said and gestured Sam as well to follow them.

"How you holding up?" You asked with a smile.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?"  After a few seconds of silence you said.

"Andrea I'm sorry." You said.

"Alex, it wasn't your fault, you think I blame you but I don't. I really don't."

"You and I both know it's a lie. If only I had stayed up on the dock-" you started but she cut you off.

"You saved my son, I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me, he loved Lucas, no matter what he did, I just have to.. hold on to that." She said making you sigh and nod.

You walked up to Sam, Dean and Lucas. Lucas and Dean were talking about something and Sam was smiling at them you smiled at them too as Dean stood up when Andrea walked up to him.

Andrea leaned over the car door and kissed him and you swear to God your heart stopped for a second but you kept smiling anyway. Dean was flustrated by the kiss and he didn't even look at you even for a second.

"Sam, move your ass." He said scratching the back of his head. "We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." He walked around the car and sat in the driver seat. Andrea turned around to you and then pulled you in a hug. "Thank you." She whispered before letting you go. "You're welcome." You smiled at her. "Bye Lucas." You said with a smile and got inside the backseat.

They both waved at all three of you as Dean pulled away as 'late night fade' by 383 steamer blasted through the radio.

As he pulled up in highway his eyes met with yours through the rear view mirror. You could hear Sam's light breath which meant he was already asleep.

"Look-"

"Don't." You cut him off before he could even say anything.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"Oh I know."

"Really? Because I was gonna say that now that the case is over you can finally call James Dean."

"Oh please, you and I both know I was never gonna call that idiot. And anyway now you're suddenly on board with me hooking up with other guys?" You questioned with an raised eyebrow.

"I was never against it."

"Cut the crap, Dean, who are you kidding with here, because it sure as hell ain't me." You said and he felt silent for a second.

"I'm sorry, she caught me off guard." He said after minutes of silence.

"You're sorry she kissed you or are you sorry she kissed you in front of me." You asked while desperately trying to hide your jealousy. He opened his mouth to answer but you stopped him.

"No, wait, shhh, don't answer that. You don't have to apologise at all, it's not like we're together or something so you can hook up with anyone you want."  You said and crossed your arms over your chest and this time he raised his eyebrow. "I mean you made it pretty clear that it's never gonna happen right after you kissed me."

"I thought we were not gonna bring it up." He said.

"Come on, you brought it up a hundred times after it happened." You scoffed. He suddenly pulled up on the side of the road.  You sat there and watched him with open mouth as he got out of the car and then pulled you out of it. "What are you doing?" You asked but he ignored you and lead you a few feet away from the car.

"You know what Alex, you are being a hypocrite right now. You said that I was giving you shit about you hooking up with another guy, and here you are giving me shit about  a girl who I didn't even kiss back."

"I'm not giving you shit about Andrea Ok, I told you, you can hook up with whoever the hell you want -"

"And that's bullshit. And you know what, you agreed with me when I said we can not be together."  He almost yelled.

"I did not agree to shit, you threw it on my face and I had no choice but accept it." You almost yelled too.

"So what now? You want a relationship?" He straight up asked which caught you completely off guard.

"What? No. I don't... I don't know. Ok. But I sure as hell do not want you to hook up with another women and throwing it on my face."

"I was not-"

"I know you were not, ok , I know. Doesn't mean it hurts less."

"Guys what happened?" You turned around to see Sam stand out from the car. You ignored him and turned back to Dean.

"We'll be right back Sam, just go back inside." Dean replied to his brother. "Look Alex, you need to make up your mind."

"I did. I want you."  You said softly grabbing his shirt and pulling yourself closer to him.

"Dad, Bobby, they'd kill me." He said.

"I know." You said and tears welled up in your eyes.

"Then you also know there will never be an us." He said and a tear escaped your eyes.

"I know." You said even more softly. "It's just so hard, watching you with other women, who are your age, beautiful and can have a relationship with you."

"Alex I know you never believe this but you are the most beautiful, stunning woman I've seen in my life,  and you don't know how hard it is for me to be with you all the time without grabbing you and kissing you."  He said cupping your face with one hand and you leaned into it. "I want to be with you as much as you do."

"But you can't?"

"But I can't." And with that he walked back to the car leaving you standing alone on the highway. A few seconds later you walked back as well. The rest of the ride both of you didn't say anything and Sam respected that.

*******

Phantom Traveler Part 1

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Dead in the water part 3

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler (Part 1)

You groaned when a ringtone of a phone woke you up. You rolled over, ready to kill whoever it was, you just fell asleep half an hour ago so whoever it was, they better have a good reason. You picked up the phone from the nightstand and realized is wasn't even your phone. You glared at it as it kept ringing then you burst out of your motel room, not caring you were only wearing a pair of tank top and boy shorts  and your hair was like a bird's nest.

You started banging on the boy's door with both of your hands. Sam opened up looking at you like he saw a ghost which was practically true because you looked scarier than a ghost right now.

You stormed inside past him and the phone started ringing again. "Who's phone is this?" You asked glaring at both the boys as you stood in front of them.

"It's mine, but I really wish it wasn't...please don't kill me." Dean admitted and you threw his phone at him and he caught it as you sat beside Sam on the bed opposite to Dean. "Hello?" Said as he picked up the call.

"Ask him if he would rather be choked to death or stabbed to death."

"Here." Sam handed you his coffee as soon as those words left your mouth. You took a sip and calmed down instantly, your eyes closed at the heavenly bitter sweet taste of coffee, Sam raised an eyebrow at the change of your mood.

"Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania. The poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"  Dean said to the person ok the other side of the phone and you looked at him with curiosity. "What is it?" After that Dean hung up.

"Who was it?" You asked.

"Depends. Are you gonna kill him?" He asked with an raised eyebrow.

"No, now that Sam gave me coffee I'm able to think rationally and I think I would rather kill you for leaving your phone in my room." You said but smiled sweetly at the end.

"Oh I'm too adorable to be killed."

"Dude, if you don't tell us who he was she might." Sam replied.

"It was Jerry Panowski, Dad and I worked a case for him in Pennsylvania two years back. He needs my help again." Dean said looking alternatively at you and Sam. "He thinks there might be something supernatural going on."

"Ok." Sam said getting up and grabbing his jacket. "You guys get ready, I'll go stuff the car." He grabbed the weapon bag and walked out of the motel room.

"Wait we are going? Right now?" You asked but all you got in return was the sound of him shutting the door on his way out. "I guess that's a yes." You said to yourself and turn back to look at Dean who was already staring at you.

The tension was building back up in the room since it was the first time the two of you were alone in a room after your fight, or whatever it was.

"So you heard anything from bobby lately?" Dean asked after seconds of silence.

"Seriously, Dean? Small talks?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Well, how else am I suppose to know you're not mad at me."

"You're still alive, and in one piece, that's how you know I'm not still mad at you." You replied with a smirk and a smile made a way to his lips as well.

"So we're good?"

"We're good. And actually I thought about it and I overreacted. I was throwing a tantrum like a brat. I'm sorry." You apologised.

"Yah, you were acting like a little brat that day but-" he stopped when he saw the glare you were throwing at his way. "What? You just said that yourself." He tried to defend himself.

"Yeah, I can say that about myself, but you're not allowed to do that. Oh my god, how do you ever get girls." You shook your head.

"Well, I do have a very charming face." He said with a grin that made you chuckle. 'god! Does he have to be so cute.' you groaned to yourself in your mind.

"Okay, so I'm gonna go and pack up my shit." You said before standing up and going toward the door.

"Alex." Dean stopped you and you turned around to see him holding out his flannel. You gave him a confused look and he replied with a smirk.

"Your shirt is see through." His words made your eyes widen and you let out a gasp, quickly grabbing the shirt from him and wrapping it around yourself.

"And neither of you thought about mentioning that a little earlier." You glared at him and the last thing you heard before closing the door behind you was, "can't blame a guy for enjoying the show." It made you blush but thank God no one was around to see it.

The drive to Pennsylvania wasn't that long since you guys were staying just out of the town. Dean pulled up to the airport and a bald middle aged guy greeted you as soon as you got out of the car. You suppose it was Jerry Panowski.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys favor, not the other way around. " He said as he let the three of you through the airport. "Dean and John really helped me out." He informed looking at Sam and you.

"Yeah, he told us. It was a poltergeist?"

"Poltergeist? Man, I love that movie." You heard one the worker say as he heard Sam.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep working." Jerry scolded the man before answering Sam. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." Jerry said directing his words towards Dean and he looked at you and Sam with arrogant smile on his face.

"Your dad said you were off to college, is that right?" Jerry continued.

"Yeah, I was. I'm taking some time off." Sam answered.

"He was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry said and you gave Sam an 'i told you so' smile.

"He did?" He asked, surprised by the information.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh hey, you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing anyway?" He asked and you looked at Dean curious for his answer.

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean answered.

"Well, we're missing the old man. We get Alex and Sam, even trade, huh?" He said and you chuckled before saying.

"No, not by a long shot."

"I got something I want you guys to hear." He lead you to his office and shut it behind him once you guys were inside. "I listened to this, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He said putting a CD in a player for you to hear. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia, flight 2485. It was one of ours." He told you before pressing the play button.

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat, this is United Britannia flight 2485, requesting immediate...help." the man on the tape said before it turned into a chatter that you couldn't understand very well. There was some loud growling heard before it turned into a chatter that you couldn't understand very well. There was some loud growling heard before the audio stops. You looked at the boys who were sitting on either side of you.

"Took off from here, crashed about 200 miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. 'the cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why.' over 100 people on board. Only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert, he's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh..well, he's pretty broken about it, like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was?" Sam questioned.

"No, I don't." He replied with confidence.

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifest, a list of survivors--" you started listing but Sam cut you off.

"Right. And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" He asked and you looked back to Jerry for answer.

"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage...Fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse, no way I've got that kind of clearance." Dean thought about it for a second the shook is head saying. "No problem."

Dean drove you to the nearest copy centre, you and Sam decided to stand outside as Dean went inside to make you guys some fake IDs.

"So, you wanna talk about it?" Sam said breaking the silence.

"Talk about what?" You asked even though you know exactly what he was talking about.

"You know what." He pressed but you continued playing dumb. "I was up all night last night and I know for a fact that you were too. And for a heads up, the next time you cry don't press a pillow over your face, it doesn't work, I could still hear you loud and clear." He said and You turned away, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"I wasn't crying." You stated, more like lied.

"Look me in the eyes and say that again." He challenged and you looked away giving him his answer. "That's what I thought."

"Did Dean hear?" Were the next words that left your mouth. "No. He didn't but if he was awake he would have." You sighed in relief.

"Look you can't tell him." You say as you finally make eye contact with him. "He already has a lot on his mind, I don't want to worry him over this too." He nodded in agreement.

"Was it another nightmare?" He asked and you answered with a nod "about what?"

"The usual drill, my mom, Jessica... I saw Bobby die a hundredth time this week." You answered, leaving out the main reason of your nightmares...your own father.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really."

"Alex, just know that it's Ok to cry, it doesn't make you weak, it makes you human." He said making you smile and then you wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him tightly. "Next time you feel like crying? Call me over, we'll cry together." He said making you giggle.

"What are we celebrating?" You pulled away from the younger Winchester when you heard Dean's voice behind you.

"Took you long enough."

"You've been in there forever." You and Sam said at the same time, ignoring his question. He gave a look to both of you but decided to let it go.

"You can't rush perfection." He said pulling out 3 ID cards.

"Homeland security? That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam said and Dean handed your card to you.

"Yeah, well, it's something new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." He said getting inside the car. You and Sam followed him and got in the car as well.

"Alright, so, what you guys got?"

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said.

"Yeah?"

"Listen." Sam played the audio on his laptop and all you could hear was high laptop and all you could hear was high-pitched statics. 'no survivors!' you heard a woman's voice.

"No survivors?" Dean repeated. "What's that supposed to mean? There were 7 survivors."

"It got me."

"So what are you thinking? A haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers or remember flight 401?" You asked the boys.

"Right the one the crashed. The airlines salvanged some of its parts put it in another plane, then the spirit of the pilots haunted those flights." Dean answered.

"Right. Maybe we got similar deal." Sam said.

"So, survivors, which one do you guys want to talk to first?"

"Third on the list, Max Jaffey, he's from around here and if anyone saw anything weird, he did." You said leaning back on the car seat.

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him."

"Where?" Both the boys ask in unison.

"Riverfront psychiatric hospital." You said and that was enough of an explanation.

"Max Jaffey? We are from Homeland security, we're here to talk about the plane crash." Dean said, introducing the three of you to Max.

Dean started the car and you made your way toward the private care facility. A few minutes later Dean finally pulled up in front of riverfront. All three of you went inside, pulling out your IDs, asking to see Max. A woman led you up to Max, who was standing in front of the garden.

"I don't understand, I already talked to Homeland security." He said as the 4 of you started walking.

"Right, some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions." Explained Dean. "Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Asked Sam.

"Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe....voices." Dean asked.

"No, nothing."

"Hmm. Mr. Joffey." You intensionally pronounced his name wrong. "Jaffey." He corrected you as the 4 of you sat down on a round table.

"Whatever. You checked yourself in here, right? Can I ask why?" You continued.

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash."

"Uh-huh. And that's what terrified you? I mean that's what you were afraid of?" You said keeping your voice as meaner as you could even though you felt bad talking to him like that. The brothers sat silently, letting you do your job.

"I-I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"You know what, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what."

"No. No, I was delusional, seeing things."

"Oh he was seeing things." You repeated mockingly looking at the brothers.

"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Sam said softly. Max thought for a while before answering.

"There was......this......man. And, uh, he had the eyes...these uh..black eyes. And I saw him...I thought I saw him." He stopped in the mid sentence. "What?" Dean pressed. "He opened the emergency exit. But that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door."

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage." Sam asked and you rolled your eyes at his stupidly obvious question.

"What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." Max replied like Sam was crazy or something. Ones you were back in the Impala, you went through the passenger manifest again to find the guy in front of Max Jaffey.

"George Phelps." You said out loud and the brothers looked at you with a confused expression. "The guy in front of Max Jaffey. George Phelps, seat 20-C."

"Good, now work that pretty little head of yours and Find us an address." Dean said starting the car.

You were in front of George Phelps house within less than 15 minutes. "Here we are." Said Sam.

"Hmm...Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean said as the three of you stepped out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."

"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature maybe, in human form." Sam suggested.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked and you turn to look at the beautiful cookie cutter house. To be honest it looked like a slightly bigger version of your childhood home back in Lebanon. It really was a beautiful house, now it's just abandoned building, with no life whatsoever.

"God, this guy must had insane income." You whispered making the brothers chuckle before Making your way to the Phelps' house.

*******

Part 2

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 1

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler. (Part 2)

"This is your late husband?" Sam asked as he picked up a photo frame from the centre table.

"Yes, that was my George." Mrs. Phelps answered.

"And you said he was a dentist?" You asked with an raised eyebrow. You were sitting on a chair beside Dean and Sam was sitting on his other side still examining the picture.

"He was headed to a convention in Denver." Bonnie answered after age nodded in your question. "Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to die like that." Her voice almost broke.

"How long were you married?" You asked softly.

"13 years." She answered.

"In all that time.... Did you ever noticed anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and all of you looked curiously toward Mrs. Phelps.

"Well....he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She said and you had to stop the urge of slamming your head on the wall with frustration.

"That will be all, Ma'am." Dean said and you guys stood up to make your way out of the house.

"It goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam said as you guys made your way toward the impala.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer, is not exactly evil personified." Dean said and an idea struck in your mind.

"You guys know what we need to do? We need to get inside NTSB warehouse check out the wreckage." You suggested and both the boys stopped to look at you.

"Okay, but if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said.

"If your suggestion requires me to wear a skirt, it's not gonna happen." You stated coldly.

"We'll get you a pantsuit, don't worry." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led you toward the car.

Dean drove to the nearest shop that rented suits, which was apparently know as 'Mort's for style.' 'what a weird name.' you thought.

The man inside took your measures and went inside to look for suits which could fit the three of you. Sam and Dean were already dressed in there suits, 'these Winchesters have some good genes' you thought checking out the brothers.

When you looked at Dean again you heart jumped to your throat. "Damn he looks like a snacc" you muttered under your breath and realized how sleazy it sounded.

"Here, it was really hard to find a suit to fit your feminine figure but after a lot of searching, I found this." He said and handed you a suit bag. "Go try it on." He smiled at you and you walked inside the trial room.

Ones you tried it on you were in love with it. The suit looked a lot more feminine than you thought it would. The fabric was lovely and you looked so cool in it. You put on your boots again and walked out of the trial room. The grin didn't leave your face. You guys quickly paid and walked out of the store.

"Man, I look like one of 'the blues brothers'." Dean complained.

"No you don't, you look like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam said making you chuckle

Dean glared at his brother before saying "I hate this thing."

"Hey you want into that warehouse or not?" You asked and Dean got inside the car without another word.

"I feel like I'm one of the men in black. It's so cool." You gushed and got inside the car as well.

Dean pulled up in front of the NTSB warehouse and he took the lead as you guys walked inside you guys walked confidently up to the desk and flashed your badges. The security guard's eyes fixated on you as he was questioning your age but he let you in anyway. They buzzed the doors and let you in on the wreckage.

You saw as Dean took out a device from his pocket and stuck the car buds in his ear which made you raise an eyebrow.

"What is that?" Sam asked wording out the question you had in mind although you had an idea of what it was.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam said.

" 'cause that's what I made it out of. It's home made." Dean stated proudly

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said and the proud smile was immediately gone from Dean's face. You have to say though, intelligence was always something that turned you on.

Dean ran the EMF meter through the parts of the plane. You were walking beside him checking out the wreckage as well. The EMF started going crazy once he ran it over a broken door handle.

"Check out the emergency door handle." There was a yellow powdery stuff stuck on it. Dean scratched it with his fingernail before saying. "What is that stuff."

"Sulphur." You said and the boys looked at you with raised eyebrow. "What? I was a science student, I'm not sure though."

"Well, there's only one way to be sure." Sam said before taking out a knife and scraping it in a small forensic bag. Dean went to wipe his hand on your jacket but you glared at him so he wiped it on Sam's instead.

You heard multiple footsteps running toward the wreckage and you look at the boys and it seemed they heard it too.

"Looks like our partners are here." You ran out of the exit just as those people entered the hall. You peeked from behind the wall to see it was clear and then started walking toward the gate.

When you heard the alarm went off you quickly started running. It was too high for you, before you could say anything a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and helped you up,  you looked down at Dean before latching on the locked gate and jumping on the other side.

"Wow, I could never do that in a skirt." You commented as the three of you ran to the Impala.

Dean immediately drove off to Jerry's office and gave him the powder you collected from the door handle. He put it under a microscope and started analyzing it. "Alex was right, this stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry said and Dean turned to you with a proud smile on his face.

"You're sure?" You asked

"Take a look yourself." He said and you heard a man outside yelling and pounding at something. "If you fellas will excuse me I have an idiot to fire."

Dean walked over to where Jerry stood and took a look through the microscope. "Hmmm. There's not too many things that leave behind a sulphuric residue." Dean stated.

"Demonic possession?" You said.

"It'd explain how a mortal man would've the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Said Sam.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person but use them to take down an entire airplane?"

"You guys ever heard of something like this before." You asked looking at the boys

"Never." Dean replied and Sam shook his head.

You guys went back to the motel and pulled out every books and articles you had on demons. You and Dean were sitting side by side going through books while Sam was surfing through the internet.

Your thighs brushed together both of you could easily scoot away from each other but you didn't. You felt him sliding even closer to you, as if that was even possible. You snapped out of your thoughts when Sam started talking.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said resting his hand on your knee.

"Well, that's not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes,  another causes disease. And this one causes plane crashes."  When you finished once again the boys were looking at you with raised eyebrow.

"Ok I know I said I was a science student but I used to spend a lot of time with Bobby's books...........I didn't really have any friends." You said playing with your hair embarrassingly.

"Wow, you're a bigger nerd than Sam which I thought was impossible." Dean said getting up from the bed. "Ok, alright so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah and you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said and Dean let out a laugh. "What?"

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake. This is big. I wish dad was here." Dean said scratching the back of his head. 

"Yeah, me too." Sam replied and before you could say anything Dean's phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Hello?"  "Hi Jerry. Wha....Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?.....where'd this happened?.... I'll try to ignore the irony in that... nothing Jerry, hang in there, alright? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said before hanging up.

"Another crash?" You asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?" Asked Sam.

"Nazareth."

When you guys pulled into Nazareth you saw black smoke coming out from the wreckage. Jerry was already there, collecting any evidence he could take from the plane crash. You guys followed him back to his office and he put a slide under the microscope before examining it. "more sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodded.  "Well, that's great. Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."

"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news." Said Sam.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"40 minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked and you opened you mouth to answer him but Dean beat you to it and you have to say you were pretty impressed.

"It's biblical numerology. You know, Noah's ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death." Dean explained to the completely clueless man standing on his right.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in" Sam said, you couldn't help but ask if there were any survivors and he said no.

"Not until now, at least not until flight 2485, for some reason." He said.

"On the cockpit voice recorder remember what the EVP said? No survivors, but there were seven survivors, so this demon or whatever, it's going after the survivors." You explained looking between all three men in the room.

"It's trying to finish the job." Said Dean , nodding his head.

You were sitting in the Impala using your skills to make phone calls to the survivors to find out if they had plans to fly again.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey and if you do plan to fly please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." You said in a extra sweet, high pitched, accented voice. The boys in the front seat cracked up as soon as you hung up the phone.

"You didn't really have to do the accent, you know?" Said Sam.

"Yeah I know but where's the fun in that. Ah well that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." You said and crossed off the names on the list.

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Said Dean as he drove toward the airport.

"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00 pm. It's her first night back in the job." Sam said.

"Ah that sounds like just our luck." Dean commented sarcastically.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Why don't you call Amanda again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam complained.

"Oh we'll make it." You mumbled before jumping over the seat and sliding down on the front seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean almost yelled.

"Dean, why don't you let me drive for a while." You asked sweetly.

"Yeah that's not gonna happen."

"Dean, trust me, I can take us there, an hour top." You said making his eyes widen.

"No way in hell you're doing that to my baby." He almost yelled again.

"Dean, it's time you trust me with your baby, if there's anything I can do better than killing monster and seducing men, this is it." You said.

"Dean give her the wheel." Sam backed you up and you smiled at him.

"Fine but I'm not sitting in the back." He huffed pulling the car to a side and getting out and Sam got to the back. As soon as you touched the steering wheel your insides melted. "God I miss my cherry." You whispered remembering your car as both the boys took their seats and fastened their seat belts.

"Ok, boys, sit tight, we are going for a joyride." You said with a grin and pushed the gas pedal reaching the top speed.

Like you promised, you got there in an hour, well 12 minutes more than an hour and you still had half an hour left. When the boys got out of the car, they looked like they were about to throw up.

"You are never driving ever again." Dean said and snatched away the car keys.

"Alex, we don't have extra lives on us, you know that right?" Sam commented.

All of you rushed inside looking for the departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes." Sam said.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean says looking around with a nervous look ok he face. You found a courtesy telephone and Dean picked it up immediately. "Hi, gate 13...I'm trying to contact an Amanda walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um... Flight 424." He said.

You and Sam leaned into Dean to hear what was going on the other side. "This is Amanda Walker." Came a girl's voice from the other side.

"Ms. Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James. Headfield from St. Francis memorial hospital. We have a Karen walker here." He lied through his teeth. "Nothing serious just a minor car accident but she was injured, so.."

"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."

"You what?" Dean asked and you backed away rolling your eyes. "Oh, well...there must be some mistake."

"Guilty as charged." He said after a few seconds  letting out a fake chuckle. "He's really sorry." He said making you frown. "Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so... Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really, it's pathetic......oh yeah. No. No, wait Amanda, Amanda!" Dean yelled and then slammed the phone down.

"Damn it, so close." Dean said pacing around.

"Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." You said not realizing that you never even had a plan b.

"Now, just hold on a second." Dean protested.

"Dean, she's right, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam explained to his brother.

"I know."

"Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find the demon and exorcise it. Now, we'll get the tickets you get whatever you can out of the car, whatever that'll make it through the security, meet us back here in five minutes." Sam said but Dean didn't move an inch. He looked terrified.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he shrugged. "No. Not really." He squeaked out.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh.."

"Flying?" You completed his sentence.

"It's never really been an issue untill now." His voice was smaller than ever.

"You're joking right?" Sam exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"Alright uh, she and I'll go." Sam said and you nodded along.

"What?"

"We'll do this one on our own." You said

"What are you, nuts? The plane is gonna crash. You said it yourself."

"Dean look, either you can come with us or we can do this on our own. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Come on really?......man."

"You know what? Why don't you get the tickets, I'll stay with Dean." He nodded and went away and you turned toward the older Winchester. "You stay right here. I'll go grab the things." You commanded and took the keys from him before going back to the Impala. You gathered the things in a small duffle bag and went back inside to see Dean standing right where you left him, completely pale and slightly shaking.

You walked up to him, his eyes never left yours. "Dean, I need you to focus, buddy. Everything's gonna be alright, ok." You said grabbing both of his hands and he gave you a little nod.

"Now breath with me, slowly, breath in....breath out." You instructed and he tried his best to follow you and breath with you. "very good, now do it again. Breath in.....breath out."

'this is gonna be a hell of a flight...... Literally.'

*******

Part 3

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 2

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler (Part 3)

You sat in your seat between the boys. Dean was still shaking slightly. His leg kept bouncing faster and faster.

"Just try to relax." Sam said to his brother over your shoulder.

"Just try to shut up." Dean replied. As the plane took off he grabbed one of your hand so tightly that your blood supply almost stopped. You put your other hand over his and gave it a rub, smiling sweetly at him even though you're pretty sure your hand's broken by now.

Dean leaned back on his seat and started humming a song, although it sounded nothing like a song, more like an angry chatter.

"Are you humming Metallica?" Sam asked leaning over.

"Calms me down." He answered before he continued his humming.

"Look Dean, I get you're nervous alright? But you gotta stay focused." You said.

"Okay." He replied.

"I mean, we got 32 minutes and counting to track this thing down or whoever it's possessing. And perform an exorcism."

"Yeah, on a crowded plane, that's gonna be easy." He replied sarcastically.

"Just take it one step at a time, alright? Now, who is it possessing?" You asked calmly.

"Well it's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." Dean said a little calmer than before.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam said leaning closer to us.

"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" Dean asked one of the flight attendant who was walking by. "No I'm not." She refused with a smile. "Oh, my mistake." He apologized and then leaned back to you and Sam.

"Alright, that's gotta be Amanda back there. So, I'll go talk to her and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." Dean said.

"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There's a ways to test that. Holy water." He pulled out the bottle from the bag.

"Ya Dean, go up there and throw some water at her that's totally sane." You said sarcastically and snatched the bottle from him shoving it back inside. "If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." You suggested.

"Oh, nice." Dean was about to get up but you grabbed his arm. "Do you need me to go there with you?" You asked.

"No I got this one." He was about to get up again but you grabbed his arm again. "What?"

"Say it in Latin."

"I know." He again got to get up but you grabbed his arm one more time. "What now."

"In Latin, it's Cristo."

"Alex, I know. I'm not an idiot, can I go now?"

"Ya." You finally left his arm and he go away you couldn't help but look back at him every second.

"He's gonna be alright, Alex." You heard Sam say and turned to him.

"Yeah i know. It's just, what if she's already a demon, what if she senses his nervousness somehow and possess him." You said and looked back again but you couldn't see neither Dean nor Amanda.

"It's Dean we're talking about, nobody's possessing him."  Just as in que Dean came and sat down beside you. You looked at him curiously and said. "Is it she?"

"Alright, well she's gotta be the most well adjusted person on the planet." Dean replied.

"You said Cristo?" Sam asked and Dean nodded.

"There's no demon in her, there's no demon getting in her." Dean said, pretty sure of himself.

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone.... Anywhere." Sam said and right then there was an turbulence.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean exclaimed grabbing your hand once again.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam said trying to calm him down.

"This plane is going to crash, okay? So quit, treating me like I'm friggin 4." Dean snapped.

"You need to calm down."

"Well sorry, I can't."

"Yes you can." You said softly. "Just breath okay, just like we practised."  You said and he nodded before he started breathing with you.

"It's not helping." He finally said out loud.

"Dean, if you're panicked you're wide open to demonic possession. So you need to calm down right now." You said while looking him straight in the eyes. He leaned back and continued following your breathing instruction. "Good." You and Sam said together.

"Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work, the ritual romano." Sam said opening John's journal.

"What do we have to do?" Dean asked  and you were really glad that he wasn't freaking out anymore.

"It's two parts. The first part expels the demons from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which makes it more powerful." Sam explained.

"More powerful? How?" You asked with a frown.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreck havoc on its own." Said the younger brother.

"Oh. And why is that a good thing?" Asked the older.

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." Sam said making you finally sigh in relief.

"First thing's first, we gotta find this asshole." You said looking around. Dean pulled out his EMF meter and started walking up and down the aisle scanning everyone as subtly as he could. When he was walking in forward direction you got up and followed him.

When you put a hand on his shoulder he jumped up scaring the shit out of both you and him.

"Oh! Alex, don't do that." He exclaimed slowly, more than glad that it was you.

"Anything?" You asked looking up at him.

"No, nothing. How much time we got?" He asked.

"15 minutes." You said looking at your wrist watch. "Maybe we missed somebody." You said, becoming a little nervous now that you don't have much time.

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." He said.

"You believe that?" You asked seriously.

"Well, I will if you will." He said making you roll your eyes. Suddenly the EMF lit up and both of you looked up in the direction just at the time, the copilot walked out of the cockpit washroom to get in the cockpit.

You and Dean looked at each other and then back at the pilot. "Cristo." Dean said, not too loud but loud enough. The pilot turned around making you gasp when you saw his dark black eyes.

The two of you turned around and went back to Sam . "What happened?" He asked.

"The copilot. it's him." You whispered and he got up.

The three of you made your way toward Amanda at the back of the plane. "she's not gonna believe this." Sam complained but did not stop walking.

"12 minutes, dude." You stated the obvious that there was no other way now when you reached her, she looked up at you and smiled.

"Oh Hi! Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." She said to Dean and you closed the curtain behind you that separated the passengers from the area.

"That's kind of what we need to talk to you about."

"Um, okay, what can I do for you?" She asked politely. "Alright this is gonna sound nuts, but we don't have time for the whole, the truth is out there speech right now." Dean said and you glared at him for blabbering.

"Okay we know you were on flight 2485." Sam said coming straight to the point and the smile on her face washed away completely.

"Who are you guys?" She asked.

"Now we've spoken to some other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't mechanical failure."  You said, being the calmest one in the 3 of you.

"And we need your help cause we need to stop it from happening again here now." Dean said.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm very busy." She started to walk away but you grabbed her arm to stop her. "whoa, wait a second. Listen to me, the pilot from 2485. Chuck Lambert he's dead." You informed her.

"What? Chuck's dead?"

"He died in a plane crash, now that's 2 plane crashes in 2 months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"  Dean asked. She was dumbfounded by all the info.

"Look there was something wrong with 2485, maybe you sensed it or maybe you didn't but there's something wrong with this one too." Said Sam.

"Amanda, you have to believe us." You said and all 3 of you looked at her with hopeful eyes. She started rubbing her forehead and then finally answered.

"On.. On 2485, there was this man. He...had this eyes."

"Yes. That's exactly what we are talking about."

"Well, I don't understand what you're asking me to do?" She asked confusingly.

"Go get the co-pilot. We need you to bring him back here." You answer.

"Why what does he have to do with anything?"  She asked.

"We don't have time to explain, we just need to talk to him. Okay?"

"Well how am I suppose to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot--" she argued.

"Whatever it takes, do whatever it takes. Tell him there something's broken back here. Whatever will get him out of that cockpit." You pleaded.

"Do you know that I could lose my job--"

"Well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." You finally snapped.

She looked at the 3 of you before saying okay and walking over to the cockpit. You peaked out and saw her talking to the co-pilot. As they made their way over to the back Dean pulled out John's journal and Sam pulled out the holy water. Sam was flipping through the pages looking for the exorcism.

"Now what's the problem." The man asked as soon as he got inside and you punched him hard on the jaw making him fall down on the other side. Dean pinned him down and put a duct tape on his mouth.

"What are you doing? You said you were gonna talk to him." Amanda asked, panicked.

"We are gonna talk to him." Dean said as Sam poured holy water on him and he started burning like it was acid.

"Oh my god what's wrong with him?"

"Look we need you calm, we need you outside the curtain. Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Amanda?"

"Okay, okay." She said after a lot of babbling and walked outside the curtain. The demon was writhing underneath you and Dean as Sam kept pouring holy water on him.

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him."

"Regna terrae, cantante Deo, psallite Domino..." Sam started the exorcism. The demon kicked the holy water away from Sam and pushed you and Dean away but you grabbed him again and Sam continued the exorcism. He broke free again and pushed both of you off of him before grabbing Sam by the collar and pulled him down to say something.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend. She died screaming! Even now she's burning." The demon said with a taunting laugh. You punched him again and held him down with all of your power. "Sam." You almost yelled to bring him back from his trans. He started reading again. He pulled you down to his ear and said. "I know what you did to your daddy, I know what he did to you. We all enjoyed the show." He taunted and for a second you were scared that the boys heard but they didn't you punched him hard on the nose.

Sam completed half of the exorcism before helping you and Dean to hold him down. He struggled beneath you before the black smoke pour out of his mouth and got into the vents.

"Where'd he go?" Asked Sam.

"It's in the plank. Hurry up we got to finish it." Dean said and helped you up as Sam got up to search for the journal. The plane suddenly started going downwards. You took no time to grab Dean, he held the exit door with one hand and you with the other. His face stuffed tightly in the crook of your neck, he was shaking violently. The plane was jerking like crazy and the lights went off. You heard Sam shouting the last words of the exorcism. As he completed the exorcism a lightning bolt went through the entire plane and every thing became steady.

You and Dean both were on the floor wrapped up in each other. You let out a sigh in relief and pulled away from the older Winchester but he wasn't quite ready to leave you yet.

"Hey, it's ok, it's over. We're safe." You whispered and he finally let you go. You got up from the floor and helped him up as well. "You ok?" You asked, seriously concerned and he nodded. His face was all sweaty. You grabbed his hand and led him to the other side of the curtain to look for Sam.

Sam got up from the floor and turned around to face you and Dean. You jumped up to give him a tight hug and he lifted you slightly up from the ground before pulling away. "You ok?" He asked his brother.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

When the plane finally landed you got out as quickly as you can. There were cops and paramedics everywhere, helping people. You saw as Amanda lied to a cop and whispered a thank you to the 3 of you.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said and you couldn't agree more. The three of you made your way out of the airport.

"You ok?" You asked a very tensed looking Sam. "Dean, Alex, it knew about Jessica." He stopped walking and turned toward the 2 of you. As soon as Sam brought up Jessica your heart beat raised.

"Sam, these things read minds, they lie, that's all it was." You assured him but you wasn't assured yourself.

"What did it say to you?" Sam asked catching you off guard. "Huh?"

"It said something to you too what'd he say?" This time it was Dean who asked.

"Just some shit about my parents." You half lied. "like I said these things lie." But you were pretty sure he wasn't lying, you had no doubt that it knew about your dad. And if it did then a lot of other demons do too, and you can't let Sam, Dean, Bobby or anyone know any of it.

Jerry met you outside from the airport, he shook all of your hands with a big smile on his face.

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed. Your dad's gonna be real proud." He said and shook Sam's hand again. "see you around Jerry." Sam said and you made your way around the car when Dean called out to him again.

"You know, Jerry. I meant to ask you. How did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like 6 months." Dean asked.

"Your dad gave it to me." He said and you turned around to face him. "What?" You and Sam ask in unison.

"When did you talk to him?"

"I mean I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again guy." He answered before leaving.

"This doesn't make any sense, man." Sam said as the 3 of you sat on the bonnet of the car while Dean dialed John's number. "I mean, I've called dad's number like 50 times. It's been out of service." He finished his sentence as John's voice came over the voice mail. "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean 785-555-0179. He can help." The voice stopped and you looked between the brothers.

Sam angrily walked around and got inside the car. You opened your mouth to say something but before anything could come out Dean got inside the car as well, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"Well, being an orphan has its perks." You whispered to yourself before getting inside the car as well, as Dean pulled away and drove off to God knows where now.

********

Bloody Mary part 1

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 3

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 1)

"You, you killed your mother. It was you that should have died, not her." His drunk sickening face taunted you, well a lot younger version of you. You couldn't move at all, it was like you were pinned to the wall. You were shaking , trembling, crying, you knew what was coming next. You didn't want to be hurt again so you kept begging him to stop. But it felt like your throat was clogged, you couldn't say anything. The next thing you know a bottle was flying towards you and smashed right beside your face, you felt the pieces of glass getting stuck in your skin.

Now he was walking toward you slowly, he fling his hand forward to grab you but you yelled 'NO'. The next thing you see was him dead on the floor. Blood everywhere, you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood. His blood.

"Sweetie, what did you do?" A soft voice came and you turned around to see your mother dressed in an attire you saw her last in, a faded white sleeping gown. "You killed him. You're not my daughter, you killed him. They were right, you're a monster. I gave birth to a monster."

"No, mama." You pleaded in a little voice. "I am not a monster."

You were woken up by Dean's voice yelling at his brother to wake up. You looked at the  passenger seat as Sam woke up gasping. You were still panting and sweating from the nightmare. You quickly pulled up your sleeve and wiped your face before the either one could notice.

"What happened?" You asked, trying not to sound too panicked.

"I was having a nightmare again?" Sam replied honestly, but it sounded more like a question for Dean.

"Yeah, another one." He replied.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam joked which you did not find funny at all, but it made you scoff anyway. "What about you?" He asked  turning the conversation to you.

"Slept like a baby." You lied through your teeth. Even if they knew you were lying, they didn't question it and respected your privacy which you appreciated.

"You know sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean said diverting the conversation back to this brother.

"Are we here?" Sam asked ignoring Dean's words.

"Yeah, welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean replied making you groan. You grabbed the newspaper you were reading about the case before you fell asleep, looking at the circled articles, you asked.

"So what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" You asked the brothers.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean replied. The three of you got out of the car and started walking toward the morgue. The hospital was weirdly quiet, it's not like there's always noises in hospitals but it was just creepily quiet.

You looked the desk of the doctor but there was no one, just an open book. But you really didn't blame him, mean who wants to sit in a room surrounded by dead people 24/7. The nameplate on the desk said Dr. D. FEIKLOWICZ.

The coroner was there though and when he saw the 3 of you he looked up from his book and said 'Hey'. 'Hey' you greeted back cheerfully, knowing already it was time for you to use your charms, that is if it's necessary. "Can I help you guys?" He asked, eyes lingering at you for a few seconds.

"Yeah, we're the med students." Dean said and he looked at the 3 of you confusingly before saying "sorry?"

"Oh, Dr. Feiklowicz didn't tell you?" You asked like you were the most innocent creature on planet.

"We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio state. He's supposed to show us the shoemaker corpse. It's for a paper." Dean said backing up your story.

"I'm sorry. He's at lunch." He said.

"Oh, he said, oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body do you?" You asked with a sweet smile and leaned forward, he hesitated before answering. "Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh, we gotta be heading back to Columbus." Dean said looking at you and Sam and you nodded with a pout. And Sam replied with an 'yeah'. "Look man. This paper is half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us-" Dean continued only to be stopped by the coroner. You knew he started growing annoyed as Dean started talking to him 'stead of you. "Oh, look, man....No." He said.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." You heard Dean say, you turned around and gave them both a 'Let me handle this' look. They knew what you were about to do and you knew they hated it just as much as you do. You turned back around with a sweet smile, you leaned down making sure he got a clear view of your assets, you smiled at him even though it made you sick to the stomach.

"Look, what was your name again?"

"Ralph." He answered.

"Ralph. Wow, that's such a strong name, kind of like you." You said making him giggle and you could literally see the blush even on his bald head. "So Ralph, you have to understand, ok. This paper is really important for us, I can not afford to fail it. I mean eventually I have to come work at this hospital--"

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I can't do that if I fail this paper. I really need your help, would you really let me fail, Ralph?" You pouted and his eyes traveled up from your chest to your lips.

"Follow me." He said after a few secs getting up. You turned around with a victory smile only to see Sam and Dean glaring at his bald head. If glaring could kill he would already be dead a few times.

"For a record I really don't like you doing that." Dean said. "Yeah me too." Sam agreed as the 3 of you followed Ralph into the morgue.

"The newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said.

"More than that. They practically liquefied." Ralph corrected Sam as he pulled off the cover from Steven shoemaker body. You scrunched your nose at the site of the body, god you are never gonna get used to it.

"Any sign of struggle, maybe somebody did it to him?" You asked.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." He replied.

"What's the official cause of death?" It was Dean's turn to ask a question.

"Uh, doc's not sure, he's thinking massive stroke, maybe aneurysm. Something burst up in there, that's for sure." Ralph, said. 

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"But the eyes. What'd cause something like that?" Sam asked which you know the answer to but you were also sure it wasn't what happened, its never regular science, its always freaky ghosty stuff.

"Capillaries can burst, see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victim." Ralph said, trying to sound smart in front if you.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?"  Dean asked.

"That's a first for me. But, hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey you think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper?" Dean said.

"I'm not really suppose to show you that." He said.

"Ralph." You said with a pout and that was all it took for him to give you guys a copy of the police report.....Well that AND your number. Bobby's number to be honest but it's not like you're gonna meet him again.

"Might not be one of ours. Might be some freak medical thing." Sam said and you rolled your eyes at his naiveness, like it has ever been some freak medical thing in your entire lives.

"How many times in dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked as you guys made your way downstairs.

"Uh, almost never?"

"Exactly."

"Alright let's go talk to the daughter." You said as you guys entered the car. Dean started toward the shoemaker house where the funeral was held.

"By the way, did you really give him your number?" Sam asked and scrunched up  his nose.

"What? No, are you crazy? That was Bobby's number. And trust me, Bobby doesn't like when guys call him for me." You said making both the boys laugh.

"Uncle Fester's in for a surprise." Dean said, this time making you laugh. You know Bobby's gonna chew your head of for giving a guy his number, again. Yes, you've done it before, but you know that he would rather you give them his number than your's.

By the time Dean pulled up in front of the shoemaker, the funeral was already going on. There was a picture of Steven shoemaker on a table right when you walked in. The ceremony looked a little fancier than your liking.

"Feel like we are underdressed." Dean said while looking around. "Not me. Speak for yourself." You said and and Sam looked at your clothing only to realise you were wearing all black. From your tank top, to your Jeans to your shoes to your Jacket, everything was black.

You guys walked further inside the house and asked an elderly man for Donna shoemaker. He took you to the backyard if the house and pointed at 4 girls sitting. You walked up to them and you saw the blonde girl looking at Dean like he was a piece of meat and it made you glare at her.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked one of the girls with short brown hair. "Yeah." She replied.

"Hi, uh, we're really sorry." You said awkwardly with a smile.

"I'm Sam. This is Dean, Alex. We worked with your dad." Sam said and you realised you had no idea what the fuck Steven shoemaker did.

"You did?" She asked in a surprising tone.

"Yeah, this whole thing.......I mean, a stroke."

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." The less blonde girl, who was sitting beside Donna said "it's okay. I'm okay." Donna replied.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" You asked jumping in on conversation. "No." Replied Donna.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." a young girl turned toward Donna and said. she didn't look only older than thirteen. "Lilly don't say that." Donna said and you realised it was her younger sister, lily shoemaker.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry. She's just upset." Donna apologised on behalf of her sister. "No it happened because of me." Lily said. "Sweetie it didn't."

"Lily why would you say something like that." Sam said as he knelt down beside her.

"Right before he died I said it."

"You said what?" Sam asked softly.

"Bloody Mary, 3 times in the bathroom mirror..... She took his eyes that's what she does." Her confession made you and Dean raise your eyebrows.

"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna tried to convince her sister like any sane person.

"I think your sister's right, Lily."  You said.

"There's no way it could have been bloody Mary. And your dad didn't say it did he?"

"No I don't think so."

You walked back inside the house and somehow managed to sneak upstairs. You opened a door to realise it was the bathroom where Steven died. There was still some dried blood left on the floor.

"The bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing." Sam said, already he was talking to Dean.

"Not that I know off." Dean replied walking further I side the bathroom.

"I mean... Everywhere else, all over the country  kids play Bloody Mary. And as far as we know nobody dies from it."

"Maybe everywhere it's just a story but here it's actually happening." Dean and Sam converse as you stayed silent.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam asked and you opened up a cabinet where the mirror was. "But according to the legend, the person who says..." Sam stopped when he saw the mirror right in front of his face. He closed the cabinet making you pour at him. "The person who says you know what, gets it. But here--"

"Shoemaker gets it instead." You completed his sentence, breaking your silence. "Right."

"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter's right. I mean, the way that the legend goes, you know who, scratches your eyes out." Dean said.

"Now what? We can't take her name, what is she? Lord voldemort?" You scoffed at your own joke.

"It's worth checking into." Sam said and right then you heard clicking of heels against the floor. Before you could sneak out of there the less blond girl from before walked inside 'what was her name again?'

"What are you doing up here?" She asked as she looked at the brothers and then at you.

"Who are you?" She asked straight forward.

"Like we said downstairs, we-we worked for Donna's dad." Dean replied.

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, i-i  meant--"

"And all those weird question downstairs.. what was that? So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming." She said and you felt this sudden urge to punch her in the face and break her teeth.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a challenging look on your face. You were about to make a snarky comment but Sam stopped you and Dean was already holding you back knowing it he doesn't you'd actually punch her.

"Alright, alright." Sam said, giving you a look. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah, a stroke." She replied sassily but you could see that she was afraid of you.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke. We think it was something else." Sam explained to her.

"Like what?"

"Honestly. We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"So, if you're gonna scream go right ahead."  You said knowing she wouldn't dare.

"Who are you? Cops?" She asked and you looked at the boys.

"Something like that."

"I'll tell you what, here if you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." Sam wrote down his number on a piece of paper and handed it to her. After that the 3 of you left the shoemaker's house.

"Alright. Say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town there's gonna be some sort of proof right? A local woman who died nasty." Dean said as you guys walked into the library and looked around the stacks of books.

"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch another says she's a mutilated bride. There's a lot more." You said as you walked further inside.

"Ok so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked and this time sam was the one who answered "well, every version's got things in common. It's always a woman named Mary. She always dies right in front of a mirror. So we gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go, see if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."  Sam said making you groan.

"Well that sounds annoying." You said and Dean nodded in agreement. "No, it won't be so bad and it won't be bad at all for you, you love reading, as long as we...." He stopped mid sentence when he saw all the computer in the library were out of order. It made you groan even louder. Sam scoffed and said. "I take it back, this will be very annoying."

When you guys got back from the library Sam fell asleep after a bit of research, and like the really good people the two of you are, you let him. You and Dean were on research duty, which usually excites you but not when you go at it for hours and find nothing.

"I can't find shit!" You suddenly exclaim out loud making Dean jump and he glared at you. "Sorry." You apologized before shutting your book and putting it aside. You got up and walked toward him. "You found anything?" you asked, sitting beside the older Winchester, his eyes never left you.

"Nothing." He replied softly. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes for a second, but opening them back again before his face could come and haunt you. "I'm tired." You said softly. The longest you slept this whole week was for an hour and you knew that Dean was aware of that.

"Take a nap ." He suggested and pressed his nose against your hair, sniffing them slightly.

"I can't." 'i can't, because every time I close my eyes I see him.' you didn't dare to say it though.

"Why?" He asked with a frown.

"Because, I can't just leave you alone here for researching can I? You'll go crazy." You said, it wasn't  a complete lie though. You knew the only reason Dean Winchester was sitting silently doing his research was that you were with him, otherwise he would go crazy, surrounded by so many books  alone. Before he could fire back any remark Sam woke up with a loud gasp, taking you by surprise.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked in a gruff voice.

"Because I'm an awesome brother." Dean said and you have to say you have no doubt about it. "so what did you dream about?" Dean asked.

"Lollipops and candy canes." He replied in a monotone.

"And unicorns?" You asked in hopes of lightening mood a bit, they both let out a small chuckle.

"And Unicorns.... Anyway you guys find anything?"

"Beside a whole new level of frustration? Nothing." You said with a groan.

"We looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave but uh...No Mary." Dean said referring to the newspaper arrivals you showed him at least half an hour ago.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam said

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing, but there's nothing. Whatever's happening here maybe just ain't Mary." Dean said and as he finished Sam's phone started ringing.

"Hello." Sam said as he picked up the phone "Charlie?"

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Part 2

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary part 1

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 2)

Charlie was sobbing when you found her in the park. You guys quickly went up to her and you sat beside her on the park bench. "Hey, what happened?" You asked, rubbing her shoulder softly, knowing she was scared of you. She told you about Jill between sobs.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her-her eyes were gone." She completed her story and looked at you with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry." You whispered, loud enough. "And she said it. I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane right?" She said and you realised this might be the only time when telling a woman she's crazy could be a good thing.

"No, you're not insane." replied Dean.

"Oh god, that makes me feel so much words."

"Look...We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explain." Sam said like it was suppose to make her feel better. "And we're gonna stop it. But we could use your help." Dean said and you knew where this was going.

Charlie took the three of you to Jill's house. "There. That's her room." She said pointing at the window on the first floor. Then she went to the front of her house so she could let you in her room.

"Do all the teenagers have to live on the first floor." You groaned but then realised you were just one of them. Sam was the first one to climb up, and then he helped you and then Dean. Charlie soon opened the window letting the three of you in.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" You asked.

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and stuff. I hate lying to her." She replied.

"Trust us, this is for greater good. Hit the lights." Dean said and she turned off the lights and something caught your eyes on the wall behind Jill's bed. "Is that Nick Carter?" You stared at the life size poster of the member of back street boys. "Sorry." You apologized when you saw three pairs of eyes glaring at you. You never let your inner fangirl out. NEVER. But you always wanted a life size poster of backstreet boys or at least one of them.

"What are you looking for?" She asked after shaking her head and trying to ignore the comment you just made. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean replied as Sam took out the video camera. "Hey, night vision." Sam said and turned the camera to you and you pressed a button to turn on the night vision. "Thanks. Perfect." He commented and turned it to his older brother. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked, posing for the camera.

"No, but you do look like Butthead." You said making Sam and Charlie chuckle and Dean glare at you. Sam opened Jill's closet and started filming on the mirror and around it.

"So I don't get it. I mean first victim didn't summon Mary and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" You asked crossing your arms across your chest and letting the Winchester do all the work. "Beats me." Said Sam. "I wanna know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean said stopping in the middle of the room with the EMF in his hand. "It was just a joke." Charlie answered, a little shamefully.

"Yeah well, somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter if time." You pointed out the obvious.

"Hey." Sam said and turned to face him, he was looking at something under the mirror through the video camera. "There's a blacklight in the trunk right?" Sam asked.

"I'll get it." You grabbed Dean's keys and jumped out of the window.

When you got back inside Sam had already pulled out the mirror and laid it on the bed. He peeled off the brown paper and you tossed him the black light. He shined it on the back of the mirror revealing a handprint with a name.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read it out loud. "You know who that is?" Sam asked her and she said "No."

You and Sam went to the library to do some research on Gary Bryman, Dean and Charlie waited for you in the park, according to him if he steps into one more library, his head would explode. A big wide grin came across your face when you finally found what you were looking for. "I told you I am good at this." You said turning toward Sam and flipping your hair dramatically. "Yes you are." Sam agreed with a slight chuckle. "Now tell me I'm a genius."

"You're a genius."

When you got back to the park Dean and Charlie were sitting on a bench and Sam and you started explaining what you guys found. "So, with the help of my incredible skills we found out that Gary Bryman was a 8 years old boy killed in a hit and run 2 years ago." You explained and Sam continued the rest. "The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but no one ever got the plates or saw the driver."

"Oh my god." Charlie gasped and you asked her what happened.

"Jill drove that car." She answered looking up at me and then at Dean. The 3 of you looked at each other with knowing looks on your faces. "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house.”

The 3 of you went to the shoemaker house with Charlie. You had no idea how she managed to get you guys in. You rush to the bathroom and Sam pulled off the mirror in front of which Steven shoemaker died. Sam shone the blacklight on the mirror and read the name out loud. "Linda shoemaker."

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna asked when you questioned her about the named woman and about her death. "Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam, being the ever so polite one, said. "Yeah. Linda's my mom, ok? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it... I think you should leave." She said when you didn't look convinced. She knew you guys were kinda accusing her dad for her mom's death.

"Donna just listen-"

"Get out of my house." She yelled before you could finish your sentence and walked away. "Rude." You mumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Oh my god. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" She asked with a gasp. "Maybe." Sam said and you rolled your eyes. "Fuck maybe. He definitely did." You said without thinking twice. "Sorry." You apologised looking at the 3 pairs of eyes glaring at you again. "I think I should stick around." Charlie and you nodded.

"Alright, well, just whatever you do, don't-"

"Believe me, I won't say it."

The 3 of you decided to do some more research after. You and Dean were sitting in front of the computer searching about any Mary who died in front of a mirror anywhere in this country. "Wait, wait, wait, you're searching nation-wide search?" Sam asked.

"Yep, the NCIC, the FBI database. At this point any Mary in this country who died in front of a mirror is good enough." You said, successfully hacking into another database.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

"I'm telling you there's nothing local. we've checked. So unless you've got a better idea." Dean said staring at the screen as you scrolled through case files. "The way she's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." Sam said. "I know I was thinking the same thing." Dean said and you continued looking through the database. "With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run--"

"Both had secrets where people died." You completed his sentence. "Right. There's a lot of folklores about mirrors that they reveal all your lies, your secret. That they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break 'em."

"Yeah, yeah, so maybe if you've got a secret like a really nasty one where someone died then Mary sees it and punishes you for it." Hearing Dean say it, it all came crashing down to you. You couldn't make eye contact with either of the boys, so you stare at the computer screen harder, you didn't even hear who said what next. The mouse was not in your hand any more. "Alex, ALEX." A voice broke you out from your almost panic attack. "What?" You asked looking between the boys.

"Are you ok? What happened? You're sweating like crazy." Sam said and your hand subconsciously went to your face. "Oh, nothing. I just, I'm gonna go get some fresh air." You didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed your jacket and walked out of the motel room. The boys gave each other confused looked.

You walked out to the parking lot, looking up at the starry sky. Maybe this case was it for you. Maybe it was Universe showing you signs that it was your time to get punished for the past, but you did what you did to protect yourself, there's nothing wrong with protecting yourself. And the person who really deserved a punishment, got it.

"Do I deserve to die like this?" You ask looking at the sky, particularly to no one.

"And who are you exactly talking to?" A voice came and you turn around to see a blue eyed boy with blond hair, he looked about your age.

"To my friend, his name is 'none of your damn business.' " you replied wittily and turning back to look at the sky. You felt him walking up beside you. "Brick." He said introducing himself. "Don't care." You said in a monotone.

"Liam was right." He said to himself and you looked at him with and you looked at him with an raised eyebrow. "My friend Liam, he says, the prettier the girl the crazier she is." His words made you laugh this time.

"That's bullshit."

"No seriously. You're lucky you're pretty otherwise you look really crazy standing here talking to the sky."

"You have no idea just how crazy I am."

"I do. Just told you. 'the prettier the girl the crazier she is.' and I don't know why but crazy is kinda my type." For a second he made you blush and you looked away. "But seriously what are you doing here?" He asked looking around at the empty parting lot.

"Just taking some fresh air. Trust me these rooms can be pretty suffocating sometimes. What are you doing here?" You asked with an raised eyebrow.

"OH, I work here. I was just taking out the trash."

"You work here?" You raised an eyebrow looking down his outfit. A pair of jeans and a blue button up which wasn't even buttoned up and a white T-shirt inside.

"My dad kinda owns this place so I get to skip the uniform sometimes." You nodded and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that fell on your face. "weird how you know about my job and I don't even know your name."

"It's.."

"Alex, think we found one.......In Indiana." Dean trailed off looking at the blond boy beside you as he walked up to the two of you. Dean was clearly glaring at the guy and he was glaring back at Dean.

"Dean, this is Brick, he works here and Brick this is Dean. My--"

"Boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend." Dean said cutting you off and the glare on Bricks face turned into hurt. Before you could open your mouth and defend yourself he said. "Oh, I'm sorry, Man. I didn't know she was taken. I'll get going then." He smiled at you and walked away.

"What was that?" You asked glaring at the Winchester standing in front of you. He didn't answer your question instead turned around and started walking. "No. Don't you dare ignore me Winchester. Why'd you tell him you're my boyfriend."

He suddenly stopped walking and turned around making you bump in his chest. "Because..... Because I wanted to."

"Oh because... Because you wanted to? You know what then? I'll go in there and strip in front of him because I want to."

"No, you won't." He said with a frown.

"Oh try me." You said turning around threatening to go back. In a quick movement he grabbed your hand pulled you back to him. "You will do no such thing, you get it. We are leaving for Indiana..... Now." with that he dragged you inside the motel.

The two hours ride to fourt Wayne was pretty awkward for you and Dean, although Sam had no idea why you guys were suddenly not talking to each other. Again. Sam made some phone calls which you didn't really pay attention to. All you knew was that you guys were meeting a detective at the station about Mary Worthington and apparently you were reporters.

Part 3

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A/N:- THIS ONE IS A LITTLE SHORT. I'M REALLY SORRY, GUYS. BUT IT MEANS THE LAST PART WILL BE UPDATED SOON. AND ALSO I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT IT SO FAR, I NEED TO KNOW YOUR OPINION TO KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP WRITING OR NOT. AND ALSO, JUST BECAUSE I USED CAPS DOESN'T MEAN I'M YELLING AT YOU, I'M JUST TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION. BUH-BYE.......LOVE YOUUUUUU......

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Dean Winchester x named reader

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

Chapter Warning: Sad reader, a little bit of angst, confused reader, mention of past assaults, FLOOF, making out.

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series.)

Skin (Part 3)

Season One. Episode Seven.

Hook Man (Part 1)

You walked over to Dean handling three coffees in your hands. Dean was sitting with Sam’s laptop in front of him, Sam was over the phone booth talking to someone. You were glad that the cafe had tables out in the open, You definitely needed some fresh air right now. You sat down on the chair beside him, Dean took advantage of Sam not looking at you guys and kissed you for a brief second. You smiled into the kiss but pulled away quickly.

“What ya got?” You asked sipping your sweet coffee.

“Wait for Sam.” He replied.

You bit your lips and said “Hey, by the way about last night.” You were so hoping you wouldn’t have to bring it up but you knew had to at some point.

Flashback

You walked out of the bathroom in your panties and your t-shirt when you heard a knock on your motel room door. A big smile crept on your face as you already knew who it was.

“Hey.” You said with a jaw hurting grin as you opened up the door. His bright green eyes looked down at your face with a smile that match yours.

“God, I missed you.” He said walking inside your room and kissing you sweetly, You giggled against his lips. 

“You just saw me a few hours ago.” You said and led him to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you between his legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist as he looked up at you. You were stroking the back of his neck, playing with the little hairs there. He pressed his lips to your abdomen before looking back up at you and saying

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” He asked playfully, making you blush. He looks so handsome with that little smirk of his, where he shows his teeth and dimples. Sometimes you wonder how’d you become so lucky.

“Only a couple hundred times, although I do think that you exaggerate a little.” 

“No I don’t. But I do think that god exaggerated a bit when he made you. No one should be allowed to look that beautiful.” 

“Here you go again.” You giggled. He always made you feel like you were the only girl in this world.

“No seriously. Why don’t you believe me?” He said as he cupped the back of you bare thighs and pulled you in so you were straddling him, your knees on each side of his hips.

“Is this okay?” He asked, making sure you are not uncomfortable in this position. 

“It’s perfect.” with that you smashed your lips on his. At first it was very sweet and slow and then it got heated.

He ran his tongue on your lower lip  and you granted him access. His hand ran all over your body over your t-shirt. You pushed his jacket down his shoulder and threw it somewhere in the room, not breaking the kiss. The next was his t shirt which followed the jacket. You pulled away for a second, admiring his bare chest.  

You bit your lips as your hands roamed his bare body. He was so sexy, you were pretty sure you were soaking your panties. 

“You’re so handsome, Dean.” You leaned forward and started kissing across his chest. You trailed kisses up to his neck. He let out a moan when you ran your warm tongue on the spot just bellow his ear. You smirked as you figured out that must be his soft spot. You kept kissing and sucking there for a few second, you loved the impact you had on him. How he was so tough around everyone but as soon as you are alone with him he turns putty in your hand just by a little gesture.

You giggled as he squeezed your hips hard. You could feel his jeans tightening beneath you. “Someone’s excited.” You commented with a smirk as you looked down at his boner.

“Can you blame me?” he asked and you shook your head before kissing him again. This kiss was even more passionate. You held the bottom of your t shirt and and pulled it over your body.

He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the black lace covering your chest. You let out a moan as he leaned forward and trailed kisses down the valley of your breast. You hand went to his hair, pushing his head closer to your breast.

He captured your lips again before turning you both around quickly so you were underneath him. A small laugh escaped you at his sudden moment. His right hand which was not holding him up traveled up your thigh an as soon as it touched your covered core you subconsciously pushed him away. It brought back flashbacks.

The push was so hard that he almost fell of the bed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” You apologized crawling up to him. “I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry.......I thought.....I thought it was someone else.” 

“Hey, hey, its OK. We’re not gonna do anything until you’re completely comfortable OK.” He said cupping your face.

“I was just..” 

“Shhh...you don’t have to explain anything. Just go to sleep OK? I’ll be in our room.”

“No.....sleep here. Please. I sleep better when you are beside me.”

Then the two of you went to sleep in each others arms

End of flashback.

“Hey, I told you, you don’t have to explain anything.” He said putting his hand over yours.

“No, I need you to know this....I do not feel uncomfortable with you, not at all. I promise. Its just what happened back in...”

“St. Louise?”

“Yeah, and I swear I knew that thing wasn’t you..”

“But it had my face.” He completed your sentence again. “I get it, Alex. I really do. And we will not do anything unless you are hundred percent sure about it OK?” You didn’t tell him that the shifter brought back memories, bad memories that you were trying so hard to bury in the back of your head. You smiled and kissed the back of his hand right before Sam turned around and started walking toward you guys. You withdraw your hands from Dean’s grip and took another sip of your coffee.

“Your half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.” Dean said to his brother trying to lighten up the mood.

“Bite me.” Sam replied as he sat on the chair beside you.

“So anything?” You asked curiously.

“I had them check the FBI’s missing-person data-bank. No John does fitting that description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.” Sam said, he sounded pissed off.

“Sam, I’m telling you, I don’t think dad wants to be found. Check this out. News out of plains courier Ankeny, Iowa something about 100 miles from here.” Dean said turning the laptop toward you and Sam. Thank god Dean got a case you were itching to hunt something.

“Mutilated body was found near the victim’s car parked on 9 mile road.” You read the news from laptop.

“Keep reading.” Dean said.

“Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld is quoted as saying that the attacker was invisible.” You read out. It could be anything, maybe the witness knew the killer and is trying to protect ‘em or maybe they’re too freaked out.

“Could be something interesting.” Dean said.

“Or could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything does’t mean its the invisible man.” Sam said and you nodded your head agreeing with him.

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out.” You shook your head at Dean, you and him both knew that would get Sam. So before you knew it the three of you were sitting in the impala as Dean drove toward the frat house the victim lived in.

As soon as Dean pulled in front of the frat house you groaned. “Why are we here again?” You asked looking at Dean through rear view. 

“The victim lived here.” Dean replied.

“You guys go in I’m sitting in the car.”

“Come on, Alex. Don’t leave me alone with this guy.” Sam groaned.

“Sam, its a frat house, I’m not in the mood of dealing with a bunch of horny college boys.”  You said and Sam pouted but understood your reason. You sat and watched the brothers as they make their way toward the boys. They stopped working on the car and one of them rolled out from under the car. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about but it was sure as hell interesting to watch.

Sam looked back at you with pleading eyes and you sighed before getting out of the Impala. You were getting bored anyway.

“Hey, babe.” You said as you walked over to him and Sam smiled, you intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m Alex, Sam’s girlfriend.” You said and Dean raised his eyebrow at you. You had no intention of making Dean jealous or anything, its just that Sam was closer to your age so it seemed more believable.

All of their eyes were on you as you smiled brightly like a dumb person. “You know girls can’t live here right?” The one with the glasses said with a slight frown. He seemed unaffected by your charm which surprised you a little.

“Oh yeah I know, I’m gonna live at the sorority house, I was just accompanying them. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m gonna be here a lot.” You said keeping your face on the one wearing red jacket. He was staring at you like he has never seen a girl before.

“You guys can get in.” He said instantly earning a eye roll from Dean. 

“What are you doing?” The one with glasses scolded him.

“What are you doing? She’s crazy hot.” He whispered to his friend then smiled at you before leading the three of you inside.

“That’s gonna be your room.” He pointed at a door which said purple man. A guy was standing in front of the mirror painting himself purple. Dean knocked on the door and he turned around.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“We’re your new roommates.” Dean replied as he got in the room

“Can you do me a favor? Get my back? Big game today.” The purple guy said as he painted his own stomach. Dean pointed to Sam and said, “He’s the artist, the things he can do with a brush.” Sam glared at Dean but took the brush anyway to help him, aww what a good guy. That was the first time he noticed you and his eyes widen. He covered both of his nipples with his hands and said “What is she doing here? Girls are not allowed.” He asked the brothers. You scoffed at his bad attempt of covering himself and walked to the couch to sit beside Dean.

“Don’t worry she’s not gonna stay here, she’s my girlfriend. She was just helping us look for the frat house.” Sam said and you didn’t miss the way Dean glared at his brother.

“She’s your girlfriend?” He asked and Sam nodded. “By choice?” He asked again, earning a glare from Sam and a chuckle from Dean. “She’s way out of your league, man.” He stated bluntly before turning your back on him. Sam kept glaring at him but painted his back anyway. 

“That’s what I keep telling him...... Anyway, Merf, is it true?” Dean asked grabbing a magazine from table.

“We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week.” Dean said like it was a normal thing. The look on purple guy’s face suddenly changed to a more serious one. 

“Yeah.” He replied softly. 

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“They’re saying some psycho with a knife, Maybe a drifter passing through, Rich was a good guy.” He said.

“Rich was with somebody?” You asked this time.

“Not just somebody, Lori Sorenson.” He said like it was a very big deal and you raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s Lori Sorenson?..... You missed a spot down in the back.” Dean said the last part to Sam, earning a glare from him as you tried to hide your smile at your boyfriend’s antiques.

“Lori’s a freshman, she’s a local.... Super hot...and get this she’s the reverend’s daughter.” He said and the last part peeked your interest. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know which church would ya?” You asked and he told you the church’s name.

In less than ten minutes the three of you were in front of the church. “Its been too long since I’ve been to a church....Is god gonna repel me?” You wondered out loud making Sam chuckle. “God doesn’t repel anyone, Alex.” 

“You do’t know. I’m one of his unfavourites.” You tried to joke as you made your way to the front gate but it only made both of them frown.

“What made you say that, sweetheart?” Dean asked as they walked up to you. 

“Nothing. I’m stupid, please ignore me.” You said opening the door, as soon as you stepped inside you felt a weird energy wave past you. Like something was trying to push you out, like something was actually repelling you. You try to shrug it off but as you got further inside the feeling got stronger.

As Sam got inside after you and Dean the door slammed loudly behind him making the whole church to look back at the three of you. You and Dean turned to glare at the culprit who looked at you and whispered ‘sorry.’

Your eyes kept looking around the church and it fell on a girl sitting on the front bench and you assumed it was Lori. The reverend kept speaking. As the three of you sat on a bench the feeling got even stronger. You couldn’t shake it off anymore. It was like something strong was squeezing your lungs, telling you to get out of here with its action.

Sam nudged you once everyone started praying but your eyes were focused on the reverend, the way he looked at you, like he knew something was wrong with you. “What happened?” Sam asked and you shook your head and whispered “I’ll meet you guys outside.” You got up and rushed out of the church.

The boys looked at you as you left and then at each other with a frown. “What’s wrong?” asked Dean and Sam just shrugged. 

As soon as you came out of the church the feeling went away. “What was that?” You asked to no one in particular. It has happened to you before but it wasn’t that strong back then. You rarely ever go to church but when you do this happens. It just never had happen this strongly before. You use to shrug it off as nausea, but what happened in there it was definitely not just nausea. Something was definitely trying to repel you.

“What is wrong with me?” You whispered to yourself 

Less than five minutes later the church door opened and people started coming out. You smiled as you saw the brothers walking out as well. As soon as they saw you they walked over to you.

“Hey, what happened in there?” Dean asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, I just don’t do very well with prayers.” You joked with a half ass chuckle neither of them were laughing. “Hey, I think that’s Lori. We should talk to her.” You said changing the subject pointing toward the girl who was sitting in the church. You walked over to before either of them could say anything. 

“Hey, you’re Lori?” You asked and she turned around with a smile. “Ya.” 

“My name is Alex, these are my friends Sam and Dean.” You said pointing at the brothers who were right behind you. “We just transferred here to the university.” You added.

“I saw you inside.” She nodded her head and you let the boys do the rest of the talking.

“We don’t wanna to say how sorry we were.” Dean said.

“I kinda know what you’re going through.” while they were talking your eyes fell over to reverend. He was looking at you like he was trying to figure you out as he talked to some other people. Even though there was a smile on his face the look in his eyes was mocking you. 

You looked down at your feet, almost as if you were ashamed for invading the the church.The reverend walked over to the four of you, his eyes never leaving you.

“Hey, Dad. This is Alex, Sam and, Dean. They’re new students.” Lori introduced the three of you to her father and that was the only time his eyes left you.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir, I must say that was an inspiring ceremony.” Dean said and shook the reverends hands. He smiled at both the boys and didn’t look at you.

“Thank you very much, its so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”

“Listen, we are new in town actually.” Dean said grabbing your hand and gesturing the reverend to walk with him, obviously trying to give Sam some time to talk to Lori alone. “We are looking for a church crew.”

You were completely lost in your own thoughts as Dean talked to the reverend. 

“Thank you so much, sir.” Dean said and nudged your side and you nodded at the reverend with a smile. As the two of you turned to walk back to the car the reverend spoke up again, “Alex, that’s your name right? Can I talk to you for a minute?”

”Yeah sure. Dean, go ahead I’ll meet you by the car.” You told your boyfriend and he walked away after giving you a assuring smile.

“Yes, sir?” You asked politely as you turned back to Mr. Sorenson. 

“Back there at the, you were struggling with something, and then you ran out.” 

“Oh that was nothing, I was getting a little nauseated.” You answered with a smile.

“Hmm.... You know I have a friend, he’s a priest. He say’s that every negative power weakens as they enter the holy ground of a church, they are positive power. And some would even say.....’they feel nauseated’.” He said and you looked at him with a slight shocked look on your face. What was he trying to say exactly?

“I’m sorry, what is that supposed to mean?” You asked, the smile washed away from your face.

“Why don’t you ask yourself?” He asked.

“You know what, sir? I think you skipped science class in high school. According to science opposites attract.” You said, a little bit angry at him for being so blunt even though you knew he was just telling the truth.

“Maybe, but according to god, a negative power should not be allowed to enter his holy house, he likes to keep the pollution out.” with that being said he walked away. You clenched your jaw to try and keep the tears in as you walked to the car where both Sam and Dean were waiting for you.

“What’d he want?” Dean asked as soon as you reached them.

“Nothing, he was just asking if I was OK? He saw me practically running out of the church.” You said.

“Are you?” Sam asked.

“Huh?”

“Are you Ok? You’re acting weird ever since we got to the church.” 

“Yeah, I’m completely fine. Why don’t we go to the library and check out on the lore, huh? Like we always do.” You said getting inside the backseat of the Impala. Sam and Dean gave each other a look before following your lead and getting in the car. The whole ride you didn’t look up at the rear view mirror, knowing that Dean will see something in your eyes if you do.

Sam told the two of you about his conversation with Lori, You tried to divert your mind away from what the reverend had said for the sake of the case. You could worry about yourself later, this was more important than you. 

“So you believe her?” You asked as the three of you walked in the library.

“I do.” Sam said.

“Yeah I think she’s hot too.” Dean said and you ignored his comment. 

“No, man, there’s something in her eyes. And listen to this, she heard scratching on the roof and found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.” Sam explained as you came to a stop between two shelves. 

“Bloody body suspended? That sounds like-” 

“The Hookman legend.” You completed Dean’s sentence.

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends. You guys don’t think that we are dealing with the hookman?” Dean asked, a little too excited for a person who’s solving murders.

“Every urban legend has a source, a place where it all began.” You said trying to be included more in the hunt so your mind wouldn’t wander back to the events that took place today.

“Yeah but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?” asked Dean.

“Maybe the hookman isn’t a man at all. What if its some kind of spirit?” Sam suggested and you could see the wheels in Dean’s mind running already. 

He asked a lady worker in the library to provide you guys old arrest records. You sat in one of the tables and waited for her. 

“Here you go arrest records going back to 1851.” the librarian said placing two cartons of arrest records on the table and you smiled at her and said “Thanks.” As she walked away Dean turn his head to check her out but your mind was too busy to even get upset about it.

“So this is how  you guys spent your time in college huh?” Dean asked as you cleaned the dust from the top of the cartons with your hands.

“Welcome to higher education.” You said opening the boxes.

You sat there and went through the arrest records for what felt like hours. Hours of absolutely nothing when suddenly your eyes fell on something. “Hey, check this out.” You said and both the boys looked over to you. “1862, a preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder.” You read out loud both the brother walked over to where you were standing. “He was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes.” You read out the next part  “Right here, some of the deceased were found in there beds, sheets soaked with blood others suspended upside down from limbs of the tree as a warning against sins of the flesh.” You read the rest of the article as Dean took out one of the pages from between the record.

“Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook.” Dean showed you the picture of the murder weapon. 

“Look where all this happened, 9 mile road.” Sam said.

“Same place where the frat boy was killed.” You replied.

“Nice job, Dr. Venkman.” Dean said and ruffled your hair, making you roll your eyes. “Let’s check it out.” The three of you walked out of the library. Finally you could take your mind off of today morning.

When you walked outside you were surprised to see it was dark already. “God, how long have we been in that library?” You asked as you stretched yourself. The hem of your shirt rid up and you saw how Dean’s eyes lingered on the exposed skin for a little while making you smirk.

The three of you got in the car and decided to start with 9 mile road so Dean drove up to there.

Dean stopped the car in the middle of the bushes and you got out. Dean opened the trunk and pulled out a shotgun, handing it to Sam. You pouted when he didn’t gave one to you.

“If it is a spirit buckshot won’t do much good.” Sam said 

“Yeah, rock salt.” He handed Sam shotgun shells filled with salt.

“Salt’s a spirit deterrent.” You said as Sammy loaded his gun.

“Yeah, it won’t kill them but it will slow them down.” Dean said and closed the trunk. 

“That’s pretty good, You and dad think of it.” Sam asked as the two of you followed Dean to the direction where the dead body was found.

“I told you, you don’t have to be college graduates to be genius.” Dean said making you smile. You stopped in your tracks when you heard wood creaking. Sam pulled up his gun and pointed toward the sound. “Over there, over there.” Dean pointed to a bush which was ahead of you. 

“You could hear footsteps approaching and then a voice said. “Put the gun down, Now! Now!, put your hands behind your head.” A cop walked out of the bush and you rolled your eyes before putting your hands up.

“Wait, wait, okay, okay.” Dean said as the three of you got down on your knees. “Now get down on your bellies, come on do it.” Both the boys did as he said but you kept glaring at him. “You too, little girl. Get down on your belly.” You were thinking of the ways you could take him out but before you could make a move Sam grabbed your shirt and pulled you down.

“He had the gun.” Dean yelled as the three of you lied down on your bellies. 

The sheriff arrested Sam and you and Dean followed them in the Impala. You and Dean sat in the car outside of the sheriff’s department. You felt bad for Sam as he had to spend the night at the lock up. 

“We really can’t do anything before morning?” You asked for the third time as Dean pulled you in his lap in the front seat. “He has to spent the night in the lock up?” You asked with a pout and Dean nodded again before kissing it. 

You put your head on his chest as your finger played with his jacket.

“So you wanna talk about this morning?” He asked as his fingers subconsciously made patterns on your bare waist under your shirt. 

“What about this morning?” You asked innocently although you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Why did you totally freak out in the church?” He asked and started inching your skin slightly, you yelped when he accidentally pinched a little bit too hard “Sorry.”

“I don’t know why you worry so much, Dean. It was nothing OK? I promise.”

“Then why’d you run out like that?” He asked and you sat up straight. 

“I was just feeling a little nau- light headed.” You changed your word remembering your conversation with the reverend. “I promise, babe. It was nothing.” You lied and cupped his face. 

“You would tell me if anything weird happens Right?” He asked, deciding not to press over the subject.

“Yes, I will now can we just make out?” You asked.

“Absolutely.” He answered and crashed his lips on yours.

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Part 2

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World Without End

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Summary: AU that’s mostly canon, with some tweaks, timeline is close up to end of Season 13.   A collection of broken almosts, love, and sacrifice. What would you do to save the people you love? Who are you really doing it for?

 Italics indicate thoughts or emphasis. Point of view switches in paragraph headers.  Pairing/Appearance: Dean x Reader; Michael! Dean

This originally began as parts 10-13 as a ‘short’ story for a challenge, I added the prequels after and now its all shiny and chronological

Word count: Hoy Jesus, a lot- but broken into chapters

Warnings:  Violence, scars, manipulation, death. Some cutting. It can be messed up so be warned. 

Beta Chicks- the hilarious @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend and the lovely @masksandtruths

Part 1: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Part 2: Both Shelter and Warning

Part 3: The Road to Hell

Part 4: Tempis Fugit

Part 5: An Inch of Nothing

Part 6: Casts Long Shadows

Part 7: Burnt Offerings

Part 8: Putting Out the Stars

Part 9: Funeral Drums

Part 10: Gathering Henbane for a Crown

Part 11: Hiraeth

Part 12: Love Never Saved Anyone

Part 13: Cold and Broken Hallelujah