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I desperately want fanfics of Sam and Jessica having a daughter so bad 😭

Here’s an idea.

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

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

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

Lemme know if you guys like it <3

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

Here it is.

Forget Forever

Never Be The Same - Prologue.

Teaser

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

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

Word Count: 777.

Warnings: None.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about you, Cass?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next

Write Your Name

Never Be The Same - Part 1.

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

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

Word Count: 2107.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I just want to say thank you to every single soul who liked, reblogged and commented the prologue, it meant a lot to me. Here’s some more, hope you like it. And again, I’ll love to know what you think.

You had to think fast, so you did it, like a good hunter would do. You looked at the three men standing in front of you and realized that they might not remember you, but you knew exactly what they needed from you. Of course, something happened, but the priority was to make them trust you, after this first step you could move forward to understand the situation. So, you considered the facts:

- Castiel would know if you were lying. But, you truly don't know if that's because he's an angel or he just knows you so well;

- Your father was probably the first one to notice you are just a kid. But, what if he only saw you as a kid when he saw you as his child?;

- Uncle Dean. Well, if you get his trust you can figure anything out. Or could you?

You tried to ignore the idea of them not being the same people that raised you, and when your heard your uncle's voice again, you finally came back to reality.

"So, maybe I should shoot before making the question." It was the weirdest thing ever.

Dean could never make you feel truly threatened. He always had and always will have the same authority over you as your father and Cass do; but, them pointing their guns at you, just in the exact same way they taught you to, so you could protect yourself or someone else, was an impossible event.

You were paralyzed, trying to understand the situation. So, when you finally moved, the first thing you did was take your knife of your pants back pocket. Showing them you would be unharmed once you putted the knife on the floor and kicked it to far away from you.

"I'm Y/N Winchester." You finally said. They looked at you even more confused. You took a deep breath. "I live here." It was the best you could think of. It wasn't enough. "I can prove it."

Nothing in the bunker was enough. You could have done it while they were gone. Maybe not your bedroom, but it was too obvious. How could you prove it?

You were thinking too much. Talk. Out loud.

The expressions in their faces were for sure some kind of mix between surprise, confusion and whatever you were feeling as well.

"Wait, what?" Sam said, making you calm down a little bit after listening to your father's voice. "How?"

How?

"Baby." Finally an idea.

"What?" Dean spoke. You looked at the table where you were studying just a couple minutes before.

"The table. It has your initials on it. It does not prove anything because I could have done it while you were gone. But the Impala, was with you all the time." You were clearly nervous. It was ok. You just had to trust them and they would trust you.

"How do you know I call the car Baby?"

"If I tell you, you won't believe it." You paused, more confident. "But I can show you."

"Alright, then show us." Castiel said with clear authority in his voice.

You turned your back to them. You shouldn't, everyone knows it. But they were not your enemy. They never could be. Ever.

When the four of you reached the car, you asked them to look at the initials D.W. and S.W., side by side. They did. But, your initials were right below theirs. You first initial followed by the W of Winchester.

All the three of them were feeling really weird about everything but they would never let it show, at least not to you. Only they knew what they were thinking between them. That's what they thought. All the time, you read them just like they read each other.

"Cass?" Dean asked. It was enough. Castiel shocked his head. He was just as lost as the brothers.

"Dean, this doesn't seem recent to me."

"It isn't." They looked at you, surprised with your tone. You were starting to get anxious, how could they not remember?

Your long hair was being hold by a hair clip and your clothes were the usual for home: a comfortable shirt and your pants.

You took another deep breath. Yeah, a lot was going on in their minds but you were asking yourself this one question.

"How can you not remember?"

"Remember what?" Sam asked calm. Maybe he did saw you as only a kid. Why not his kid?

"Your daughter." He swallowed. "I did this in Baby when I was like three. At the time I wasn't strong enough to write it by myself with a knife, so you helped me. But," you paused and looked at your uncles for a change "The ones in the table. I did it myself, not too long ago."

"I..." He tried to say something, he felt like he had to. But... what could he say?

Maybe for the first time they truly and deeply looked at you as someone who would not hurt them. All the caution they have and taught you to have too, made them blind to see what really was in front of them: a 15 year old girl, dressed with clothes they could call familiar to what they wear.

Then, that feeling, became something even more confusing and new.

"Jess..." Sam said after the long and silent seconds while they stared at you.

"You changed your past." Castiel remembered.

"What?!" You screamed, completely forgetting about they not knowing who you were. The intimacy speaking louder than you.

"Sammy did a sacrifice for me, and... well, he changed a big part of his life. But I still don't see how you can be part of this."

"We should go back inside." Castiel said, your father nodded.

Once you got to the library table, every single one of you avoided the side with the initials. Before starting the conversation, your uncle grabbed beers at the kitchen.

"What part of your life you changed?"

"A college girlfriend." Cass answered.

"An important one?" Sam nodded. "Jess?"

"You know her?" His eyes widened. Part of him hoped somehow he could save his memories with her. Or still have one. You.

"Never heard of her." Another moment of silence.

"Ok, so..." Dean started.

"...Y/N." Ouch. That one hurt.

"...Y/N. I think, it's better if you tell us who you are. I mean, what do you know? Why are you here? How are you here?" He grabbed his Airsoft Colt M1911 A1 and putted on the table and you looked at it. How well designed was that gun.

"Dean, this is her home too..." Sam said, not sure of what he was saying but trying to be more soft than your uncle.

You felt a hole in your heart. Even if you've spent just a couple of weekends, holidays or whatever there, the bunker was you home and you loved that place. Especially the library.

"C'mon, I can show you." You said to your uncle while leaving, making them follow you into your bedroom.

In the hall, it was just another door. But once you opened that door, they saw the walls covered in a special wallpaper, a new table and bed, all combining with the rest of the decoration. The books all over the place and the TV in the wall that was front for the queen size bed with bedside tables. It felt like they left the bunker for a quarter of second.

"Wow" Dean said surprised.

After that quarter of second, they felt more familiar with the place and before any of them could say something else, you went to one of your bedside tables and grabbed your Airsoft Colt M1911 A1, as well designed as Dean's. You showed it to them.

"When did you...?" Of course he had his with him, like he would ever leave the room without it. You still didn't have his total trust. Not his or any. Maybe this would change now. He checked and he was still with his gun.

"You gave it to me when I was 12." You explained. He swallowed. The three of them shocked.

After another moment of silence, your father looked at your table. It had a computer in it, a couple of notebooks, pens and pictures. In one of them, you were two years old and he held you in his arms laughing with you and Dean by your side. You love that picture. Bob was the one responsible for that perfect shot.

When Sammy's eyes fell in the image of that picture, he reached it and analyzed every single part with the frame in his hands. Dean got closer to the picture and after ten seconds of torture, the youngest brother said.

"I remember this day."

"Me too." Dean said with his softest tone, taking the frame from Sam's hands. Before they turned around to you again, you thought fast once again.

"Castiel, see what they can remember, please." You begged.

The angel understood what you were trying to say and with a touch of his hand in their foreheads he saw how the two year old you was happy in that day. Right after that, he realized Sam lost a important memory seconds before.

"So every single time we remember something about her, a part of what we remember now will be erased from our heads?" Dean asked. You were at the library once again, the place where the problems were usually solved.

"I don't know, it's possible that a thing Y/N did years ago will take the place of other memories in your heads, but, don't worry. If my logical is right, will only be things that affect or are related to her, specifically." Castiel explained.

"A peace of her past, changes a peace of my past as well." Your father concluded. Somehow, you felt guilty.

"That explains why we both have the exact same gun and why my initials and my bedroom are here but one of my tattoos is not."

"One of your tattoos?" You looked at your father, sitting in a chair in the other side. Cass was by your side and Dean was standing at the beginning of the table.

"How many do you have?" Dean asked curious.

"It was supposed to be four." You had the anti-possession one in the back of your left shoulder, a little and simple bow and arrow in your forearm and a "non timebo mala" in your right collarbone. "But one of them is missing."

Once again none of you knew what to say next and you felt that guilty again. They were all worried about what would happen and of course, extremely confused with everything. You could tell that Castiel was also worried with you in his special way, always making sure he can help somehow. Dean was still in shock, he wasn't letting it show, you just knew too much of him. Sam had a sad look in his eyes. His sadness and yours were the same. He felt guilty, like he was failing you and it was a matter of seconds before he started make you a lot of questions. Well, your guilty spoke louder than his.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He stopped staring at the table and looked up at you.

"Sure." He got up, glad to see you were acting calm and being very mature with all the situation. You two went to the hallway. There you said:

"Write her name."

"What?" Now he was looking down at you.

"Jess, right?" He contracted his jaw. "Don't worry with me for now, ok? Stay as far from me as you can until you are sure you wrote down every single thing you can remember about her and with her. If you have pictures, make sure they stay together with what you wrote. That way you won't forget her."

"Oh yeah, what about you?"

"It's a big bunker. You won't see me around."

"Y/N..." Somehow, he still felt so weird when he said your name out loud. Have he chosen it for you? He had no idea about the basics, it was killing him. "...that's not fair with you." You knew he wouldn't agree with it, but you had the cards.

"I'm not gonna say anything about me until you three do it." You said with authority. "I don't have the right to take your memories away, so I'll make sure you keep them." You went to your bedroom right after you said that and locked the doors in case what you said didn't remind him how stubborn you are.

Next.

Never Be The Same

Series Masterlist.

Teaser.

Forget Forever - Prologue.

Write Your Name - Part 1.

Consequences - Part 2.

On Purpose - Part 3.

Bad Blood - Part 4.

Hurricane - Part 5.

Ghost - Part 6.

Pressentimento - Part 7.

Consequences

Never Be The Same - Part 2.

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

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

Word Count: 1723.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I had to give a past to the character but don’t worry if it does not matches you, it won’t make a big difference through the series. Let me know if any of you want to be in my taglist. Hope you like it, don’t forget to tell me what you think!

"I say we go there and she'll talk."

"It's better if we do what she wants. At least try." Sam already had what he would need to write everything down.

"If she is who she says she is, she'll obey." He knew it was true, but Dean can take time to have faith sometimes.

"She does not like being there either." Castiel called his attention. "We are scared and confused, yes, but she is even more. We are here arguing and in the meantime she is locked in her room. We have no idea who she is now, but for her, we're the ones who she can trust. Maybe who she trusts the most." He paused. "She was the one who prayed. No calls or texts on our way back here, she was worried."

Dean stopped complaining and started doing his homework as well. After hours, Castiel stopped but Dean and Sam were not sure if they were done yet. The anxiety was not helping the memories. You told your father not to think about you, but that was impossible already. The brothers were one in front of the other, both of them tired and dying curious.

"How are you?" He finally asked.

"How are you?"

"Well, you are the father."

"Yeah, and when she told me to do this she sounded just like you."

"You know what?" Dean was going to complete but Castiel said first.

"...Screw it!"

They practically ran to your bedroom, leaving their notes and texts behind. It was almost two in the morning when you heard the knocks. You should be sleeping but how to sleep with all the confusion in your head? So, you did what you shouldn't: research. When you opened the door,

"She died, right?" You said quickly. "She is alive."

"What?" You left the door open and went back to your table where your laptop was open.

"She never met you and never died." It was kinda cruel to say that, but you needed to explain your theory. "Not everything changed, I'm here and she's alive but apparently, that's all. Like, I came from a different dimension or something but the past hasn't changed how it should. That's why you don't remember me, your now memories are still true."

"How did you find all this out?" The angel was impressed.

"Research."

"Yep. She is your daughter." Dean said to Sam, who was the only one that realized how concerned you were.

"What's the problem?"

"I was never born."

"How were you never born?" Once again what you said sounded impossible and Dean was getting even more confused.

"Because here my mother is alive."

You went to the kitchen, where Sam prepared some tea. You were about to tell them a story they know already and always have, at least for you. The worst was that in the beginning you thought something was wrong with them. But now you knew you were the one who was wrong. Who shouldn't even exist in their lives.

"Here." Sam gave you a mug.

"Thank you." You said shy. He sat and waited for you with the others. You could see they were nervous and very curious. You took a deep breath and still didn't know how to start. Everything sounded too silly to be said out loud.

"You have a middle name?" Dean asked, which helped you. You nodded.

"Maria."

"Maria? Like..." Sam started.

"...Mary, yeah." You confirmed.

"Did I..." He prepared himself to ask. "Did I chose it?"

"Actually, my mother chose Y/N Maria without even consulting you." Dean and Cass laughed a little.

"I do like it." He smiled shy too. "And your mother?"

"Her name was Camila, studying law when she met you. You were almost proposing to her and she was almost telling you about being pregnant. But then, Azazel showed up and she came back home so we would be safer. He never found out about her or me." You swallowed.

"Home?" Cass asked.

"South America." The three pair of eyes widened. "I'm Brazilian and so was she."

"I'm impressed." Dean said.

"So you lived there with her?" Sam was very focused.

"She died in the labor, so I live with my grandfather and come to stay with you in vacations, holidays and weekends. At least once a month even if my grandfather doesn't want me to."

"Why not?" Cass again.

"He only saw my father as the reason why my mother left college and I know he blames him for her death instead of me..."

"It isn't your fault." Sam interrupted.

"It isn't yours. He just didn't want me to have too much of your influence."

"In a way, he was right." Of course Sam wanted you to have education and distance from the hunter life. But he also couldn't stay away from you for too long, neither could Dean. So, ever since you can remember, you learned everything they knew. First because you should know how to protect yourself, being a Winchester putted you in danger and also, because you were smart and learned too much too fast.

"Yeah, well. His plan did not actually work." You laughed. "He wanted me to be this perfect girl so much that he left the 'raising me work' to a intern school. I think he didn't want to make the same mistakes he thinks he did with my mom." You paused. Saying too much. You loved your grandfather so much, you just hated how he tried to put you against who you've always been: a Winchester.

"He sounds nice." Castiel tried to fill the silence. You smiled.

"He is." You looked down.

"I think that's enough for now. You look tired." It felt like you were being interrogated. "Get some sleep." Sam said before the trio leave the room.

You were at your bedroom after trying to sleep and again, failing, reading new things and the same again. Hurting yourself but at the same time doing what you needed to. You heard two soft knocks at your door before it opened revealing your father.

"Hey." He said getting in.

"Hey." You answered, still with your hand on the mouse.

It is obvious that you are Sam's daughter. You have a lot of your mother in you, like your skin color, eyebrows, nose and the color of your eyes. The rest of your face is possible thanks to his genetics in you, just like your hair. You have as much hair as he does, and the color is exactly the same, but you have some more waves and little curls in it just like your mother did in hers. You are the perfect mix, but anyone who knew both would say you look more like him and that you remind people of him not only in your appearance but you being you, you are the short version of Sammy. Yes, you are shorty like your mother was.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked sitting on your bed. You shocked your head. None of you knew what to say next.

"Did you remember anything else?"

"Actually, that's why I'm awake. I guess tomorrow I'll have a memory hangover." You laughed. "Are you okay?"

"No." You laughed trying not to cry. "But I'll be." You assured him.

"I'm sorry about everything."

"You don't have to be. It's not your fault." He saw that you were still digging about your family's life in this reality.

"Is that why you can't sleep?" You nodded. He got closer and saw a picture of your mother. "She looks different from what I remember." And then, looked at you.

"What do you remember?"

"How crazy she was. She wanted to be a lawyer to fight for what she believed in and I knew she was going to be an amazing one." He really was remembering.

"Well, she is." You closed your laptop and went to your bed quickly. "I'm glad she is doing what she loves." Sam took a deep breath and sat by your side.

"You know that it's not your fault that she died, right?"

"Do you feel like it's your fault that Jess died?" He couldn't answer.

"It's not the same."

"It's not like I owe my life to her because she died giving birth to me. I owe her own life, now she has it." He stayed quiet. No idea what to do. "So, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm sorry about your mother and your grandfather. And, I am scared too, maybe even more than you, but we'll figure it out." He said calmly, even if he was freaking out inside.

There he was. The one you actually knew. Ever since this mess started, you saw someone you knew how would think, feel and act - Sam. But now, for the first time in the last long hours, you saw the person you trusted and loved with no doubt or fear - your father.

In the day that followed, you got scared with the first thing that happened once you went to the kitchen to have breakfast: Dean hugged you tightly and for too many seconds. He remembered a lot in his sleep. Castiel remembered too but he was always awkward in a cute way: he tried to prepare your favorite breakfast. It wasn't the best, but you were so happy that you didn't even noticed. They didn't remember much but they recognized you already.

"So, you said you have tattoos" Dean said finishing his bacon.

"I have the anti-possession one in my back and these two." You showed your arm and your right collarbone with the "non timebo mala" in it.

"If you have the anti-possession one why do you still wear the necklace?" Cass asked why you had the same symbol in your neck.

"I..." Sam was having another flashback. "I gave it to her mother to protect and she gave it to Y/N." It was the one thing you had that was as much as yours and your mother's and your father's. "Y/N, I know that you came here to spend your school summer with us but if you're staying here you have to get back to classes soon so..."

"Sammy, the girl just landed in a new reality, give her some time."

"It's okay, he's right. But, before we do that, I found a case..."

Next.

On Purpose

Never Be The Same - Part 3.

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

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

Word Count: 2397.

Warnings: None.

A/N: My mother will travel in less than two days and will be back in ten days, so I’ll stay at my aunt’s and/or at my dad’s, so I’m not sure about when I’ll post again, but it will be as fast as possible. Please ignore any mistakes below. Don’t forget to tell me what you think and let me know if you want to be tagged in the series.

Dean did not remembered much while he was sleeping. Actually, only one specific event crossed his mind. The time when you decided waiting was useless and traveled to see your uncle all by yourself.

Your grandfather never found out about the hunting so it was hard for him to understand why sometimes your father just vanished or where his money came from. And of course, you always found an excuse to explain things or created reasons. You grew up really fast without even noticing.

Dean knew how mature you were at such a young age. When both of you thought Sam was gone for good, he said it was better if you stayed home for a while and you didn't listen. The next day you said he would have to pick you up at the airport. Dean always admired your braveness for flying alone all the time. A couple days with him and you went back home pretending everything was just fine, like you knew you shouldn't tell your grandfather that your father was gone.

When Sam came back, you were so happy that the fact that he was not dead the all time, was not enough to keep you away from him. But knowing that he remembered you and just left you for that long, was scaring. And seeing how Ben forgot about you suddenly, was too much for a child. Until today you miss Ben, he was so much like your uncle that you couldn't help but imagine both of you driving through the country with the Impala one day.

Sam even considered making you forget about him after he left you while he was soulless but Dean would never allow it. Not after losing Lisa and Ben, not after making you lose them as well. He couldn't let you lose your father or lose you too.

You had reasons to be afraid of being forgotten, this was not the first time and you just got even more scared it wouldn't be the last.

Dean and Sam always argued when it came to how educate you. Sam wanted you as far from the hunter life as possible, but he also knew he couldn't lie to you and that you needed to learn how to protect yourself. Dean already knew being his niece would never let you have a normal life, but he tried to make you be a normal child all the time. Basically, you had the chance to be a kid, but a special one - a kid who at 9 could deal with a demon without even worrying about it. You trusted everything they thought you, all the things you learned by yourself and you knew that with experience you could be a great hunter someday.

You always gave priority to school, but the books you brought from the bunker and all the searching ability your father passed to you turned you into a supernatural genius, you are always learning more about the monsters, spells, religions and languages as well. And your physical abilities scared all of your P.E. teachers, all the classes are too boring for someone who already knows how to use many different guns, how to throw knifes, how to manage a bow and arrow or defend herself with a sword and fight with all her colleagues.

All that wasn't enough for you being allowed to hunt, and you know that knowing things is not enough. You wanted to hunt, so you did it. Alone? No. Claire was with you. After they caught you hunting together, you started hunting with them sometimes. It was safer with them then doing it all by yourself.

"You're right. We should probably take a look at it." Sam said. "You think you'll be fine here?"

"Yes." You said. "But I can help."

"I don't think so." He said again.

"Please let me go. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Maybe, but this reality me is not happy with the idea of you fighting things on purpose. I'm sure you know how to protect yourself but hunting for real is a lot different."

"I can handle it."

"Y/N, I think he is right." Castiel said. "We're not used with you... yet."

"Well, I'm used with you and I know exactly what to do."

"There's a chance we're not the same, you know that right? And that includes hunting." The angel tried to make you understand.

"Let's see then. I go in this one with you, we'll see how it goes and I promise as soon as we come back I'll go to school."

"Y/N..." Of course Sam wouldn't like the idea.

"Sure." Dean said interrupting his brother. He remembered how grown up you've been and gave you a chance. "But first, I want to see how you fight. You won't leave this bunker until I'm sure you know what you are doing."

"Deal."

"Let's start with shooting, how about that?" Dean asked while you prepared yourself to shoot an arrow. He looked at you. "Really?"

"Why do you think I have the tattoo?" You explained and positioned the bow.

"Don't worry, I rarely use it on hunts." You shoot. Perfect. After that, you grabbed your Airsoft Colt.

"You like it, don't you?"

"I always loved the details in it."

"What about shooting?"

"Easy." You demonstrated. Again, perfect.

"Alright..." He was truly impressed. You chose a random knife and threw it without even thinking. "Apparently you do know what you're doing, but I'm still not sure about you in action."

"I may be short, but I know how to fight." He doubt. "Wanna see?"

"What? No! I won't fight with you."

"I promise I won't hurt you." You provoked, knowing he would he give in.

"You sure about that?" As soon as he was close enough you knocked him over.

"Yes." Now, he would take it seriously.

You were all sweat, with a ponytail and a bottle of water when you came back to the kitchen where your father was washing the dishes.

"I have to say, Sam... She is impossible." He admitted to his little brother.

"I learned from the best." You smiled shyly.

"Are you sure, Y/N?"

"She is." Dean answered for you. He was not only proud of you, but he saw how smart you are, how you did all that research and found a case all by yourself. After witnessing your physical abilities, your uncle realized he was also proud of Sam and himself. "We thought her well."

Sharing the backseat with Castiel is something you are used to. Usually, each one of you seated by a window and the roads were always the same: you fell asleep listening to classic rock or just relaxed while watching the nothing and everything at the other side of the window. Everything changed when you had to wait at the motel because you are too young to pretend being an FBI agent. It, helped when you looked for more information at the internet or read about other things that happened at the same town or something like that.

Castiel stayed with you at the motel and tried to make you some company in his clumsy way. It's impossible to put into words how much you love him. When you two met, you were amazed by him, not because he was an angel, but because he was always so simple with you and how he acted like such a baby. You really liked spending time with him, especially when you two played as the two kids you were. But now, it was a little bit different. He was more human each day that passed and you, more adult. Lately, you felt distant from him. But ever since this mess happened you started noticing he is still just the baby angel he has always been. He is not naive like before, but he'll always be naive in his own way.

"Castiel." You called his attention. "What do you remember?"

"You praying to me. A lot." You laughed a little. "And your powers." You swallowed.

"Do you think they know that?"

"I'm not sure." He paused. "You don't have to be afraid of telling them. They knew before, didn't they?"

"But I didn't have to tell, they found out when I was little."

"I see... Well, everything will be fine as long as you don't do anything stupid." He is honest without even noticing, that's something you admire.

Both of you stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. You checked your phone for the first time after your existence became a all time-space situation. You did not have your grandfather's number anymore, neither your school friends. Well, it was something you were dealing with. Who would guess that by losing Jessica, Sam would have you and you would lose people too. Nobody was losing you, but you were losing everyone, including yourself.

"Y/N." You looked at Castiel, trying not to let the fact you were sad be exposed through tears. "Have I always been here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I..." He did not know what he wanted to say.

"What did you remember?" You asked again, not only curious but worried this time.

"I'm not sure. Mostly, your prayers." He looked down "I couldn't remember any actual memory with you."

"All those years won't suddenly appear to any of you." You said knowing yourself how afraid you were that things would be different now. "Don't worry." You knew what he meant.

"I believe that spending more time with you would help. You should stay with us for a while." He sounded nervous.

"I know." You took a deep breath. "But, me not staying is what we are used to."

"I feel like I don't have much to remember..." He confessed.

"Wanna try to remember something now?" He looked curious. "Once, I had a terrible nightmare. My parents died in front of me and I couldn't do anything." You started telling. "Both of them, said goodbye to me and as soon as I woke up I needed to know if everything was okay, but before I reached the telephone, you appeared." His eyes widened. "I was praying to you without even noticing. You showed up in the middle of the night at my grandfather's house and stayed with me until I could sleep again." He stayed quiet trying to remember.

"How old were you?"

"Around eight, I guess." You could not tell what he was thinking at that moment, sometimes he is hard to read.

"You scared me." He said after a while. "A lot." He laughed, making you smile.

Cass have always been a confusing figure, mostly because of the fact he is an angel. A fallen angel, yes, but still the best you'll ever know. The one who rarely is afraid of something, that sometimes takes time to understand things or simply don't and also can be a little bit insensitive in other's perspectives. Well, this angel could be scared by you or by the idea of something bad happening to you, your ability at explaining some things for him is incredible and how you try to be as honest as he is not giving a damn about anything else is one of the things that make you who you are.

Meanwhile, after trying to discover everything they could, the Winchester Brothers were heading back to the motel.

"How are you dealing with everything, man? Remembered anything about Y/N?"

"Not much, but more information than I think that I can manage right now." He paused. "I did remember a lot about her mother, which helps. But... It's not like I suddenly know how to be a father."

"We've been through scariest things." Dean said to his brother and himself.

"She wanted to come. Maybe a teenager is more scary than we think." They laughed.

"Nah, she handles it. I mean, she doesn't even sound like a teenager when she is talking about all of this."

"Yeah, she is really calm." Sam said and then, noticed that Dean was trusting her more than he ever would in a situation like so. "What did you remember?"

"You without a soul and your daughter having enough for the both of us." He smiled a little. "She is strong. That's what I remembered. This is the reason why I know she'll be fine."

"Right. I guess I should probably..." Sam started without a clue about that time of your life, trying to guess what he did and what Dean did.

"Thank me? Just doing my job."

Anyone who thinks Dean is overprotective with Sam, doesn't know about your existence. He knows that you are more than able to protect yourself and others, especially because he made sure of that ever since you can remember. But this doesn't stop him from wanting you far from any possible danger. He knows that you can't run from what you are, just like he can't. But, he also makes everything possible to make sure you never deal with things he considers just too much to anyone. Not only you, but Sam, Castiel and himself as well. The difference is that you're the one they can keep safe most of the times.

"You are probably right. I just don't see why she would want to hunt on purpose, you know? I mean, she can do whatever she wants, she didn't even live with us. Why would she want to do such thing?"

"Well you got one thing right: she is doing it on purpose. She has a purpose. Ask her which one is it."

After your conversation with Castiel, you couldn't stop thinking about how to tell them about your "special abilities", telling them before they discovered or remembered was the easiest way even if it didn't seem like it was. Since the "beginning" you've been trying to gain their trust and hiding this was just what you needed to take a step back. You know yourself and you know what can happen when you get nervous - you don't do it on purpose, but you still feel like somehow you do.

So, you decided thinking too much was not helping and that just spitting out would be easier. The door opened while Cass was too distracted with the cartoon - that was supposed to distract you too - and you stood up.

"I have powers."

Next.

Bad Blood

Never Be The Same - Part 4.

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

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

Word Count: 1927.

Warnings: Swearing.

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

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

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

"Of course now."

"I'll stay." You asked insecure.

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

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

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

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

"Camila?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You deserve better."

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

"It is my blood."

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

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

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

"Sam, how do you feel about kids?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like 'em?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What, what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everyone tells me otherwise."

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

"You are not remembering me, are you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You tell me."

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

"Scared."

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

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

"What's happening?"

"Her mother is alive here, Dean."

"She was never born."

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

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

"How was it?" Dean was curious.

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

"Just like now." His brother confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next.

Hurricane

Never Be The Same - Part 5.

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

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

Word Count: 2631.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This chapter is very connected with the next one, so I’ll try to post it asap. Please, tell me what you guys think or if anyone wants to be in my taglist.

When you woke up you were almost at the bunker again, making the three pair of eyes look at you. The long hours of road passed like a minute for you. There was no way someone could feel so comfortable in that old car like you did. You didn't wake once. You were not the only one who slept, Sam did a little two. The night before, he remembered the firsts things that happened after Dean showed up at his college, how it was hard for him and your mother to deal with everything. He told her about the hunting thing and she believed in him, she said she always knew and she loved him for being who he was. She also understood when he had to leave. Other thing he remembered: telling your uncle that Camila was pregnant.

"Sammy, what is it? What are you hiding from me? I'm getting more worried with you then you already are."

"Don't say that. You have no idea how worried I am." Your father was freaking out with so much information in such a short period of time. He was almost screaming.

"I know it's not only about dad, I know you, Sam. Just tell me!" Sam stayed quiet. "You'll lie to me now?"

"It's Camila, Dean." He sat down in one of the two beds that were side by side.

"Oh please, Sam. That's all because of your college girl? Give me a break." Dean was still standing.

"She's not any girl." He tried to stay calm and relaxed.

"Don't start telling me that she's the one and bla-bla-bla."

"You know what? She is the one. I have the ring." The little brother spoke with a lot of certain in his voice.

"C'mon, man. Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious." "Oh yeah?" Dean was getting angrier. "How can you be so sure? Tell me. Give me one reason why you should be so worried about this chick when we don't even know where our father is!" Almost screaming...

"You want a reason?!" Sam got up. "She is pregnant! I love her and she is carrying my child." Now, a scream. "We're having a baby, ok?! You wanted a reason there's your reason." Dean was shocked, he couldn't speak. No idea of how to use words. "She is going through all the first trimester sickness and doubts alone. She is there worried because of me when I shouldn't even let her worry about herself." He sat down again. "I'm screwing up with my child even before it's born, Dean."

"Sammy..." The older's voice was different now. "Wow." He was still searching for the words. "How didn't you tell me that?" He sat by your father's side. "You're going to be a dad, man... That's awesome!" He smiled at him, Sam looked up and smiled a little too. "Look at you, still have this baby face and is making babies already? That's my little brother!" He joked, making your father laugh a little bit too. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I wish you have told sooner."

"It's okay." He paused. "Anyway, it's your niece, right?"

"It's a girl?!" Dean was practically freaking out of happiness and disbelief.

"Actually," you father laughed "we don't know yet, obviously. But Camila has this thing, this weird feeling and she says it'll be a girl. Guess I just kind of got used to the idea."

"Just a reminder: Deanna it's a beautiful name."

"It is. But I think Camila has a cousin with the same name, Diana, not happening."

"Well, it can be a boy. And if it's not, Dean it's a great girl's middle name.."

"Sure. Keep trying."

"I'm proud of you, Sammy."

Dean was happy. Confused and worried too, but mostly happy. He just never thought too much about him or Sam having kids and definitely not so soon. But he was feeling such a joy with the idea of being your uncle. He knew you would bring happiness to your father, a happiness no one else, nothing else could. What he did not know yet, was that it wouldn't be like he imagined. Visits, seeing each other sometimes, being the coolest uncle of all time. He was all of that, yes. But you did not grow up under a roof with your parents with you all the time. You saw your father as much as you saw Dean while growing up and for many, many times, Dean was the only one who was there for you.

He thought being an uncle would be something new to him, but not so hard. He just had to do what he always did with Sammy. Well, he did take care of his little brother, but didn't raised him like he raised you. Given the circumstances, the uncle work had to be intensified - and he never wishes it would've been different; with you, he has the chance of being a father as well. Just like you with having double trouble with the two Winchesters - you can't imagine your life not being educated by two very different and so much alike brothers.

"Come in." You said from your bed.

"I haven't knocked yet." Dean said opening the door. "How do you...? Never mind." He closed the door. "So, what's happening?"

"What?"

"You are here since we got back, are you okay?"

"Yes." Ever since the talk you had with Sam, you decided to give them a break from you. Which means not leaving your room and being as quiet as possible.

"What were you doing?" He realized the papers on your table.

"Just looking for a school."

"Why?"

"Because I need a job." You answered sarcastically. Dean looked at you with a funny face, he really hoped for an answer.

"I'm sure Sam will take care of it. Don't worry, he's very smart." Well, obviously. "Try to rest, we never know when a hunt appears." You smiled at him, glad to finally have a feedback. "Good night." He said from your door.

"Good night." He left.He was being very nice with you and you realized how that was good. Usually, it's hard to win Dean's trust and concern about someone or something, but you did it faster than possible. Of course, he was remembering you too and getting every day a little bit more flexible with all this mess, but still, you know how he deals things and that's new. That's exclusive.

The day he first knew about you? He remembered just like your father. He also remembered the day he actually met your mother, right before she left the country, because they were trying to make sure you two would be fine.

Camila ran into your father's arms in the moment she saw him. She was just a couple of hours away from catching the flight. He held her tight, not wanting to let her go, ever. But, he knew he was doing better keeping you far. It was just the way it should be.

"I missed you." Was the first thing she said.

"Me too." He finally looked at her calmly. She did look a little different, nothing someone who was not your dad would notice, he just did know every single one of her inches. Then, his eyes fell into her belly. "Babe," he sounded so in love with that image in front of him "you're showing! Oh my God, look how this one is growing fast."

"I know." She turned to her purse. "Here." And handed him an envelope.

"What is it?" Dean finally got out the car.

"Hey!" He said still behind Sam.

"Camila, this is my brother Dean. Dean, this is Camila." She smiled at him and he did the same, a little bit shy.

"Nice to meet you."

"Equally." She said and then opened the zipper again."I got one for you too."

"Me?" Both Dean and Sam were surprised.

"I just figured you may want it. Open it." They opened their envelopes in synch and saw there were pictures of you in it. Sam's had a DVD too. They stayed quiet, staring at the photos with very different expressions.

"It's amazing." Sam could barely breath. You mother was holding tears of emotion in her eyes.

"How am I supposed to see a baby is this mess?" Dean was trying, it was just really confusing. Sam and you mother laughed.

"Right there, you stupid." Sam turned over to his big brother.

"Where?"

"Here." Still laughing, he pointed once again, longer now. Dean didn't say a word, his face said everything.

"I'm glad to finally say: I. Told. You." You mother spoke. "It's a girl!" She said excited. Your father grabbed his girlfriend in his arms and turned around a couple of times. Dean was glad too. For those minutes, they had nothing to worry about.

"So, do you really have a cousin named Diana?" Dean asked your mother.

"Well, I don't pronounce like you do, but yes."

"We won't name our girl Dean, Dean." Your father said smiling.

"What about Mary? Any Marys in your family?" Deep breaths, especially Sam.

"Only a Mariana." Dean nodded slowly.

They stayed together for some more minutes, talking, catching up. Your father tried to explain everything he could to your mother, but she said he could do it over the phone. She was really nice with Dean, who really liked her and felt extremely happy to see his brother over the moon when he was with her. Then, it was time to go.

"Dean, I'm glad I finally met you."

"Me too."

"Thank you for taking care of Sam."

"You're welcome. Thank you for doing it at college."

"My pleasure."

"If you need anything, you have my number."

"Thank you, again. I feel good knowing Sam is with you."

"Well, I feel good knowing you're the one carrying the little hurricane." She laughed and then opened her arms. He hesitated for two seconds before getting into the hug.

Your mother was a very friendly person, in five seconds she had Dean's heart. He wondered who was the girl Sam was so in love with and he was happy when he met Camila. Camila always knew she would like Dean, because she knew he was someone who you can always trust. That was the only time they ever met and Camila already was in the top of your uncle's people-he-cares-about list. The fact they never actually got to know each other, become friends, brother and sister-in-law, didn't change the fact she was your mother. And Dean would do anything to make sure you always had your mother in one piece by your side.

"The food is ready!" Dean screamed from the hallway, you were at your bedroom, just like you had been since you came back.

"Okay!" You screamed back. You waited until you were sure they've eaten, then you got into the kitchen and ate alone.

"Is it good?" You nodded when Dean got into the kitchen. "Not hungry?"

"Not so much."

"Are you upset with Sam or something?" He asked still far from you.

"No." He nodded and then left. But two seconds later, he was back, sitting in front of you.

"Hey, do I ever call you Hurricane?"

"No." You thought it strange. "Why?"

"I just had a couple of flashbacks, that's all."

Dean remembered your mother, the times when your father was worried with her and you far from him, and... the day - actually night, you were born. He remembered that he and your father have been trying to call your mother all day long, get in touch with her somehow, but they couldn't. They were worried, but the clock was ticking, always moving, just like them. Walking into Baby, your father's cell phone started ringing and both of them felt relived and anxious, so they stopped. It wasn't your mother, it was her best friend - that your father met a year or so before that day.

The feelings they had, were too much. Your father was nervous while listening to the woman at the other side of the line, but Dean interpreted your father's look and expressions. At first, he could barely talk, overwhelmed with the news of you being born. He was hearing all the details and got excited, wanted so hard to tell Dean who was right by his side. Then, suddenly the change in his expression was brutal and the tears were not from happiness anymore, at least not only. Two minutes after he hung up, Dean did not know what to do, but he was sure of one thing: his duty was getting even harder. Sam would need more help than ever, more support, some time and even more comfort then before. Your mother may have died in that night, but not for one second your father was all on his own.

"She's quiet."

"What?" Your father asked still looking at his laptop.

"Y/N, it's weird."

"Dean, we don't even know her yet. How do you know that?"

"Maybe that's why." He seated in front of his little brother. Sam took a very deep breath. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to make something about her situation. With the school and stuff. I truly don't know what she needs right now." He closed the laptop and looked at Dean, who was also clueless. "Hey, do you know what I remembered?"

"What?"

"You are her Godfather."

"Really?"

"Of course. I was little surprised too, I mean, you actually accepted and got into a catholic church not killing or fighting anything inside it."

"So the girl makes miracles." They laughed. "She should stay."

"Maybe. But what about her year?"

"If she's your kid, she'll be alright." Dean knew that was one of the moments Sam needed a reminder he's not alone.

"He's right." Castiel said coming into the room. "For a couple of weeks, at least. I mean, getting everything we don't have about her will be difficult, right?"

"For sure."

"While she's here. Let's make sure she leaves her bedroom during the day. She knows the place, she should feel comfortable in it." Cass added.

"I think we need to talk." Sam said a little sad. Castiel smiled at him, filling him with confidence.

Both of them waited. Castiel was trying to give Sam the cheering he needed through his facial expression, also thinking if there was something he could do to help. Dean had the quickest flashbacks ever, thanks to the face in front of him. The expression that deep inside was the same from that night, the same from the other when they talked about you.

"Now?" Sam's voice woke Dean up.

"Yes, of course." Castiel said. "She finished her meal and went straight to her bed. I'm sure you'll find her there." Sam stood up.

"Sammy, don't forget to say that she'll stay with us. And it includes traveling." Sam opened his mouth. "I'm not leaving her out or this bunker alone and not inside it either. She needs to stay with one of us." He was going to discuss once again but Cass interrupted.

"Sam, as long as she's here, I'll stay." He promised. "And if I'm needed, we'll figure it out.

"Just relax a little for now." Dean demanded. Sam blinked nervous, and breathed trying to calm down.

"Right. Thanks guys."

"She sings." Castiel said once your father went talk to you.

"Really?"

"A lot. Especially in the car or any other places where she listens to rock."

"Good taste." They agreed. "That's what you're remembering?"

"Yes, why?" Cass got worried.

"Because from what I can recall, she is a mess."

"Probably, she's a teenager."

"Not talking about her now." Dean explained. "Castiel, Y/N is definitely from this family." Cass smiled. "She handles it."

Next.

Ghost

Never Be The Same - Part 6.

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

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

Word Count: 2380.

Warnings: None.

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

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

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

"You can't be sure of that."

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

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

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

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Good. So, talk to Dean."

"Are you sure?"

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

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

"Trust me, he will."

She just knew it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

"It's no that easy."

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" How come you never knew this?

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?"

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

"Photos appeared?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cams..." She started.

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

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

"Sure." He said a little nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you know you have it?"

"It's kinda obvious."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ironically, I feel like a ghost."

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

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

Next.

Pressentimento

Never Be The Same - Part 7.

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

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

Word Count: 2332.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Yes, I’m back after over a year and a half. I know I’m a dumbass for making y’all wait for so long, but, honestly, I want this to be a fun writing, so I try not to pressure myself. Won’t make promises. Either way, always love to know your opinions. Hope  you enjoy this comeback haha!

Pressentimento masculine noun 1. act of feeling in advance, more through emotion than reason, the occurrence of a future fact; suspicion. "I have a p. that this will not work" 2. knowledge of what will happen, obtained by intuition; forecast, hunch, omen.

You still hadn't explained everything to your father nor your uncle. Cas remembered one of the episodes that occurred with you when you were younger, around ten or so. It was hard for you. Every time you tried to explain yourself, things were hard to explain. All the time, something blocked you from exposing the fear inside you, the fear of letting things out.

The way their "new" memories came to them didn't help. It was so unpredictable. Cas remembered you praying first and then, mixed memories, tiny ones, which made him assume a lot about you already; and worry as well. Dean remembered more, like the time Sam was soulless and you lived with him for months, you concluded he was remembering things by the impact they had in his life. As for Sam, well, apparently things were coming more chronologically for him, but a little late, since he also had a lot of Camila to remember.

You tried to think how to talk to them about your crisis. The big ones. It was so complicated. When it started happening, you had your godmother to help with calming down and understanding how sensible you were; but even Vanessa had to talk with the Winchesters to fully understand what made you so much stronger and sensitive. Anyway, she wouldn't help you now that she was in the list of people to whom you never existed.

Oh, and your mother...

Looking at pictures of her nowadays became an addiction. You couldn't sleep before searching a little more about her, not that you've been having much sleep or any of this helped. You wish so bad you could talk to her. And now that Sam told ya you reminded him so much of Camila, you really studied her, trying to find the resemblance.

How would you tell them there's more? More of you to worry. You wanted to wait for a time when the memories hangovers weren't so heavy on them. They were all trying to act normal, but it was obvious - you've never been at home for this long, they were never so quiet. Dean wasn't even drinking, to make sure he wouldn't be more confused.

You were lying down on your bed, trying to ease the headache. It was normal to have a day just to be tired, but after the all day just resting you still got a headache by night. Went to get a pill to make it better and when you swallow it, you realize something.

"I don't exist." You whisper to yourself.

For the first time in that day, you felt useful. Even with the headache, you got in front of the computer and started to do your thing. For some reason you got happy when you confirmed your theory.

"I was never born."

"You gotta stop thinking about that." Dean warned you.

"No, I mean... I don't exist."

The three men stared at you with confusion, you repeated.

"I don't exist."

Still nothing. The room was filled with silence while you hoped for the clicking in their minds. It never came. You sighed.

"I never existed! Never did anything!"

Sam looked at you like he was starting to worry, while holding a bowl with cereal. Just like Dean, who chewed his, probably thinking you've gone crazy.

"I don't understand why you're so excited saying it." Cas finally said.

"Isn't it obvious?" They once more, didn't react. "There are no records of me, at all. Nobody knows about me. I only left the bunker once."

"What's your point?" Dean asked.

"We should keep it that way."

"What? Why?" The brothers said together.

"Well, if nobody knows I'm here, we're in advantage. It's always good to have a secret backup, right?"

"Like... as a surprise element?" Castiel suggested, you nodded. "Y/N, you don't truly expect us to treat you like a secret weapon..."

"Hell no." Dean agreed.

"It's not like it."

"Well, I don't see your point." You father stated. "I know this seems messed up, but, we can fix it. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, I'm thinking!" You made them quiet. "C'mon, think with me: I barely left the bunker, how could anyone know about me?"

"We know about you." Dean answered.

"But you've seen me. And your memories, are just yours, this doesn't mean the world knows about me."

"Ok, but you'll need to use an ID sometime. Or will you live forever here, inside the bunker?"

"Dean, you should know it's easier to make a fake ID look real if there isn't a real one to prove the fake one as fake."

Sam took a deep breath.

"Ok, so we leave it as it is. How much long do you think it would last?"

"Not much, I know. But at least, for a while it could be useful."

"I don't see how, Y/N. I'm not using you as my secret-spy-soldier or whatever."

"Sam is right. It's not worth it."

"Castiel?" You looked at him, only to find the agreeing look. You looked down.

"Look, how can you be sure nobody else remembers you?" The angel tried to clear your mind.

"For most people I know, I never happened. And the others, will probably only remember me when they see me, if they do. Until then..."

"That's not right." Sam interrupted. "I had this feeling about you, before we arrived on that day; like I left something behind, but I couldn't remember why."

"So did I."

"I got one your prayers for not getting news from us." You stood there, silent.

"That's it? A feeling you forgot something?!" You left for your bedroom, a little ofended they didn't listen to you. Your idea was good, logical. You genuinely thought they would see it as a good thing out of all this.

Reflecting on it, you finally notice: you may not know your family as well as before. At first it sounds crazy, but this is all crazy, ain't it? And after doing their exercise for a couple hours, thinking about your childhood, the events that crossed it and when it all began, you got yourself some questions.

You fell asleep while still thinking, trying to find logic somewhere and always getting to the same point, a lost point. Somehow while sleeping, you had no dreams, didn't wake up once; not even the fact that you were with a jacket bothered you.

"Hey, man. You good?" Dean noticed Sam squeeze his eyes.

"Yep. Just those flashbacks. I hate to have them by day, but I can't sleep no longer."

"Like a constant hangover, thank God it's not a heavy one." Sam did not answer. "Sam?"

"Right..." Sam stared at the floor, seeing stuff in his mind. He blinked multiple times after a little.

"You all right? You seem shocked. What did you remember?"

"It's just... Y/N's suggestion."

"Dude, that was today."

"Very funny!" Dean smiled a little to ease his brother. "It got me thinking. Why would she want that?"

"Honestly," Castiel entered suddenly. "I think she is trying to get something good out of this."

"Good? I see her point, but..."

"Not good." Cas interrupted, correcting himself. "Useful, at least."

"It's not as useful as she thinks." Dean says as if it's obvious.

"It's the only thing she has to offer." Castiel putted it in a weird way, but made sense. They silented for an instant. "Still, how does that has to do with your flashback, Sam?"

"I thought that maybe I should listen to her. Maybe there was a point."

"You, Sammy, considered the possibility of being saved by her?"

"Obviously not. I wondered: what if her non-existence helped her get away from this craziness. Like, she could get to any school if we put some effort."

"You concluded it fast." Cas commented.

"Well, yeah. Then I... questioned." Sam felt the gazes at him. "How did she get dragged into hunting in the first place? Why did I not stop it? And one more thing popped up: why did I leave college?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Dean couldn't understand his brother.

"Dean, if it wasn't for my anger towards Jessica's death, who knows..." He explained. "So why I left Stanford, making Camila stay behind and after weeks drop out too?"

Castiel took a seat.

"Why did you?"

Sam opened the door, showly. You were in your bed, far from his atmosphere, enjoying a rest you needed. He passed the door carefully, took a look at your room and turned the lights off. Ever since that hunt days ago, when he saw you sleep at the motel bed while he was reading about the case, the day he woke up before you and as you slept in the car coming back home, Sam felt peace as he watched you.

It was the moment he could breath easily and a little relaxed. You were resting, next to him, nothing could hurt you in your sleep. There, you were safe and wasn't leaving soon. So he couldn't help watch you once more; just stood by the door for a couple seconds, smiled at the taught of you having a break from this madness for some hours. Grabbed the door and heard your move, turning to check if he had woken ya.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." Your voice sounded lazy. "I have a light sleep."

"So do I." You nodded. You knew it. He regrets commenting it.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"No, tell me." He understood you couldn't sleep anymore.

"You don't want to talk now."

"It's about earlier, I know." You said while rubbing your eyes. "Just spit it." He gave in and sat in your chair.

"Why do you wanna do it?"

"Why don't you?"

"Why would I?"

"You've always wanted this." He gulped.

"What? No!"

"You never wanted me to be in risk, you hated the fact I made you all vulnerable, now nobody knows I'm here. I know this isn't permanent and things can change, but for now, you could finally be at peace. Nobody knows me, none of you have to worry."

Samuel digested everything you said and got his answer prepared fastly enough.

"For a long time I asked myself if Jessica never died, would I be here? And you know, as things turned out to be, as I found out more and more throughout the years I got the answer." He paused. "I would. Because if it wasn't Jess, it would be Dean or dad, or a friend."

"What do you mean?"

"I left college for revenge." You got surprised. "It wasn't Jess. Not anymore." That sounded weird. "I made a choice and I know now that somehow, at some point, no matter how many times... I would make that choice again. As soon as somebody I care about got in danger. So I left college. For you."

Sam got back from his first hunt after two years. Camila was waiting. They talked and she was serious when she told him to call Dean. Leave as soon as he could. She said she had a bad feeling, he had to find his father. Was something repentine, fast and clear - the fear in her voice stopped Sam from questioning.

"The way she talked to me... her eyes, getting sudden tears. At first I tried to calm her, jokes on me, I blamed her hormones. Camila proved me wrong. I knew she had that sometimes, like with tests or bad decisions, maybe something simple like knowing staying in was better than going to a party. She was always right. If not totally right, fast enough to avoid regret." He looked down as her voice came to his head and repeated her words. "'This is your family we're talking about, Samuel! Your child's grandfather.' She screamed. I was scared." You two laughed a little. "She begged. Aggressively. But, I didn't leave because she did."

"Why then?"

"I called Dean to get back there and pick me up because once we talked, I got that bad feeling too. And was suddenly afraid. Afraid something would happen to either of you." You stayed silent. "I hoped things would be more simple, soon I'd be back and things would go back to normal. You would be born and grow up, normal. We would be a family..."

"Please, don't say normal." He smiled.

"Your mother's bad feeling... I don't know what is was about exactly. She got scared too in that moment and it was the only time I saw her that scared. But I know that mine became true. Only, it was even worse. There was no blame. Of all things that happened in those months, how worried I was with my father, you, Camila and even Dean... The hunts, the confusion and overwhelming information all at once. The fear. Your mother's death was the most sudden and painful." You saw a tear run down his cheek, followed by a couple more. Sam had more to say but you spoke before, in the heat of the moment.

"She knew." He looked back at you, now with red eyes. "I think she knew something bad was going to happen."

"She knew we would be in danger." By we, he meant himself, his uncle and your grandpa.

"No. Not that. She knew that something terrible was happening already and would get worse. But she didn't tell you to go to stop it." His tears froze, lost in your words. "Like you said. Camila was always right about this bad feelings. She was certain." You were sure thanks to your own experience with it.

"About Dean needing me more than her?" You denied.

"About you needing the rest of your family once I was born."