Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

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

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

Phantom Traveler part 2

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler (Part 3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay." He replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Say it in Latin."

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

"In Latin, it's Cristo."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You need to calm down."

"Well sorry, I can't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything?" You asked looking up at him.

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

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

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

"You believe that?" You asked seriously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you guys?" She asked.

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

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

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

"What? Chuck's dead?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where'd he go?" Asked Sam.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When did you talk to him?"

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

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

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

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

********

Bloody Mary part 1

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader (eventually)

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

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

Dead in the water part 2

Season one. Episode Three.

Dead In The Water (Part 3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Door number two sounds good."

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

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

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

"Green." Sam suddenly says.

"What?" You and Dean ask in sync.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would you think that?"

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

"That's what this is about?"

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

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

"Shut up." Dean said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Listen to yourselves, you're insane."

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

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

"Dad, in any of this true?"

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

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

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

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

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

"But Lucas."

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

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

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

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

*******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Andrea I'm sorry." You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look-"

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

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

"Oh I know."

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

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

"I was never against it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was not-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you can't?"

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

*******

Phantom Traveler Part 1

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

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Dean Winchester x named reader

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

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

Bloody Mary (part 3)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 1)

Dean pulled up to an crappy gas station and turned off the engine. "Alright, I figured we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch. Then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." He started telling the plan for the week now that you guys don't have any case. "Sam wears woman's underwear." Dean continues when he noticed that Sam wasn't paying attention, this made you chuckle.

"I've been listening, I'm just busy." Sam replied while doing something on his palm pilot.

"Busy doing what?" Dean asked as he got out of the car and you did the same to stretch your legs out. You've been sitting in that back seat for an awful long time. "Reading emails." Sam replied. "emails from who?" Dean asked as he walked around the car to the other side. "from my friends at Stanford." he said and you rolled your eyes. Of course he had friends in Stanford other than Jessica, he wasn't a freak like you.

"You kidding? You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean scoffed and started filling gas in the car.

"why not?" Sam asked.

"Well..... What exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you been doing?" He asked leaning against the car beside you and looking at Sam through the window.

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and Alex. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."

"well, so you lie to them." Dean commented.

"No. I just don't tell them everything."

"yeah. Th-that's called lying, Sam." you chipped in. "Hey, I get it. Telling them the truth is far worse." said Dean.

"So what am I supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged. "you're serious?"

"Look, it sucks. But a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean said.

"you're kind of antisocial. You know that?"

"Dean's kinda right, Sam. I mean, look at me, I don't talk to anyone from college." you said.

"That's because you didn't have any friends in college beside Jessica." he said making you gasp slightly.

"That's so not true. I had friends." you made a weak attempt at defending yourself.

"oh really, name one of your 'friends'." he said giving you a challenging look. You looked at Dean who was looking at you with an raised eyebrow.

"There was..... Umm... There was that guy, in the Halloween party. Oh and there was Toby."

"what? Toby wasn't your friend, you broke his face." he scoffed.

"ya, because I considered him a really close friend."

"oh yeah?...what was his full name?"

"ummm.... Maguire?" you asked making both of them laugh. "yeah whatever. I didn't have any friends. You were the cool guy." you said crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes.

Dean wrapped his one arm around you when he saw Sam wasn't noticing. "Don't listen to him, you're awesome and anyone would die to have a friend like you." He whispered making you chuckle. "I know." you whispered back. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down for a kiss but before his lips could meet yours you heard Sam gasp "God."

"what?" Dean asked leaning down to his window you rolled your eyes and muttered "Cockblocker."

You have no idea what you and Dean actually are, but you guys have been doing weird couply things for a week now, like holding hands under the table, sneaking kisses when Sam doesn't look, But you haven't gone farther than those kisses. Everytime you guys try to make out something interrupts, and that 'something' is mostly the younger Winchester.

"uh, this email from this girl, Rebecca, one of those friends of mine." Sam said.

"is she hot?" Dean asked and you hit him from the behind.

"I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it. But sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." Sam explained and you leaned down beside Dean to listen closely.

"Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with? "

"No, man. I know Zach. He's no killer."

"Well, maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you." you said standing up straight.

"They're in St. Louis. We're going." Sam said making your eyes wide a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about your buddy but this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean said with a slight chuckle.

"it is our problem. They're my friends." Sam argued.

"St. Louis is 400 miles behind us, Sam." Dean said.

"He's right, Dean. We could at least check it out." you said and he turned around with a raised eyebrow. "come on. I would hate it if there's any chance that we can help and we don't." you said giving him the puppy eyes. He sighed and said "Fine, get in." before getting in the driver seat and slamming the door.

Dean turned the so fast that you almost fell off the back seat. "Jeez." you said. Six hours of ride and Dean kept glaring at you through the rear view mirror.

Dean finally pulled up in front of the address. It was a nice little house. You guys walked up to the front porch and Sam knocked on the door. A blond girl opened up and you squinted your eyes trying to remember her.

She looked a little enthusiastic when she saw Sam. "oh my god, Sam."

"well, if it isn't little Becky." Sam said. You looked up at Dean and saw he couldn't take his eyes off of 'little Becky.'

"you know what you can do with that 'little Becky' crap." She said and pulled Sam in for a hug. Although as soon as her eyes fell on you her smile faded, turning into a fake one clearly filled with disgust.

"Alex. You're here too." She said pulling away from Sam.

"yeah. And you know me." you gave her a even faker smile than hers.

"oh we met at the fresher's party. Remember?" She said and you faked remembering it.

"oh yeah, I do." you quickly turned to Dean and mouthed "I don't." It was getting a little awkward between the two of you so Sam spoke up. "I got your email."

"I didn't think that you would come here."

"Dean, older brother." Dean said introducing himself. "Hi." She said.

"we are here to help. Whatever we can do." Sam said. "come in." She stepped aside and letting you guys in.

"Nice place." Dean commented as you guys got further inside.

"It's my parent's. I was just crashing here for the weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zach's free. She said as she led you guys inside.

"where are your folks? " Sam asked.

"They live in Paris for half the year. So they are on their way home now for the trial." She said as you guys stopped at the living area.

"You guys want a beer?" before anyone could say anything she said again. "oh, sorry. I forgot you're under aged." She said looking at you. "I still have no idea how you got into Stanford." she clearly hated you and you had no idea why. "No we're fine." Sam chipped in once more to save everyone from the awkwardness. "so tell us what happened?"

"well, um, Zach, he came home and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody and she wasn't breathing and so he- he called 911. And the police, they showed up and arrested him. But the thing is the only way that Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police they have a video. Its from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that. But I swear, he was here with me having a few beers at least after mid night." Rebecca explained the whole situation to the three of you.

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zach's house." Sam said. "we could?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"Why? I mean what could you do?" Rebecca asked Sam.

"well, me, not so much but Dean's a cop." Sam said making you chuckle slightly.

"A detective actually." Dean corrected, obviously trying to impress the blonde.

"Really? Where?" She asked.

"Bisbee, Arizona. But I'm off duty now." Dean said.

"you guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just, I don't know." Rebecca said looking unsure about the whole situation.

"Beck, look. I know Zach didn't do this. Now we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Sam said softly trying to convince her.

"okay, I'm gonna go get the key." Rebecca said walking away to get the keys.

Dean walked around Sam to where Rebecca was standing before, whistling. "oh, yeah man. You're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean said making you roll your eyes. If you didn't hate her enough, you sure do now.

"Look Zach and Becky need our help-" Sam started but Dean cut him off.

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean said.

"No I think it is. I mean the guy was 2 places at once? We've looked into less." you said, finally making the older Winchester see the point.

Dean stopped the car in front of Zach's house. "you're sure this is okay?" Rebecca asked as the four of you got out of the car. "ya, I'm an officer of the law." Dean said as you ducked under the yellow tape and got inside Zach's house followed by Sam. "Beck, you wanna wait outside?" Sam asked when he saw Rebecca hesitating to come in. "No, I wanna help." She said and got inside as well. There was blood splattered everywhere. You saw a picture frame of Zach And who you assume, his girlfriend.

"Tell us what else the police said." you questioned forgetting for a second that she hates your guts for some reason.

"Well, that there was no sign of a break in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. And the lawyers, they're already talking about a plea bargain." She said, maybe also forgetting that she hated you. Rebecca Started sobbing again as she looked around at all the blood and you felt bad for her. "look, Beck... If Zach didn't do this it means someone else did. Any idea who? " Sam asked and she shook her head but then she seemed to o remember something. "um there was something. About a week before, someone broke in here. They stole some clothes, zach's clothes. And the police they don't think it's anything. We were not that far from downtown. I mean sometimes people just get robbed." Rebecca said as you looked around the house for any sort of evidence.

A dog started barking and it became louder as Dean opened the door and looked out through the crack. You walked over to look over his shoulder. His barking became louder as he saw you guys. "You know that used to be the sweetest dog." Rebecca said coming up to you and Dean. "What happened?" He asked. "He just changed."

"You remember when he changed?" you asked.

“I guess around the time of the murder." She answered and you rolled your eyes, as if it wasn't enough weird already. You turn and walked over to Sam who was looking at a picture of him with Rebecca and Zach over the fridge.

"So the neighbour's dog went psycho right around the time Zach's girlfriend was killed." You said informing the younger Winchester about the new information you learnt.

"Animals can have a sharp sense of paranormal." Sam replied.

"Yes, maybe Fido saw something." Dean said as he walked over to where you and his younger brother were having an conversation. You turned with the small smirk and asked, "So you think maybe this is our kind of problem?"

"Nah, Probably not, but we should look at the security tape to make sure." He replied and you and Sam shared a look. "yeah." Sam agreed with a slight smirk That matched yours.

Dean turned to talk to Rebecca as she started her way toward you three." So the tape, the, uh, security footage? Think your lawyers could get their hands on it? I don't have that kind of jurisdiction."

"I've already got it." She said and you raised an eyebrow. I didn't wanna say anything in front of the cop. I um, I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself." She added and you have to say it impressed you a little.

"Alright." Dean said and gestured for her to lead the way. You stared at the picture of Rebecca and Zach with Sam for a few seconds before following the boys out of the house.

"Here he comes." She said as all of you sat in her living room looking at the security footage that was mentioned before. Dean was sitting next to Rebecca on the sofa and you were standing next to Sam.

"22:04, that's just after 10:00. You said time of death was about 10:30." said Dean, looking at the blonde sitting beside him.

"our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tapes authentic. It wasn't tampered with." Rebecca said as you watched the tape closely. You saw as Zach, or at least who was supposed to be Zach walked around and as soon as he looked at the camera you saw a weird glow in his eyes, just for a split second. You looked at Sam to realize he noticed it too because he gave you the look that you were about to give him.

"Hey, Beck, Can we take those beers now?" Sam said turning toward the blond. "oh sure." she said walking towards kitchen. “Hey, uh, maybe sandwiches too." Sam added when he realised this might take a little more time to discuss. She laughed and said "what do you think this is, Hooters?"

Dean laughed at the terrible joke and mumbled "I wish." which made you roll your eyes. "What is it?" He asked and walked over to you and Sam.

"Check this out." Sam said rewinding the tape and then playing it on slow motion to show Dean.

"Maybe it's just a camera flare." Dean said

"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know a lot of cultures believe a photograph can catch a glimpse of soul. Remember that dog that was freaking out? Maybe he saw this thing maybe, this is some kind of dark double of Zach's something that looks like him but isn't him?" You explained your theory to the boys but more to Dean.

"Like a doppelganger?" He asked.

"yeah. That'd sure explain how he was two places at once." Sam said and with that Rebecca walked out balancing three sandwiches and two beers in both of her hands. "I didn't know if I should give you a beer in front of a cop." She said looking at you and then at Dean.

"it's ok. I wasn't really in the mood either." you said taking a bite out of the sandwich she handed you.

Dean pulled infront of a Motel and you guys walked towards the front desk. You started hoping that you guys wouldn't find two different rooms so you could get an excuse to share a bed with Dean but when the hell was your luck ever on your side, of course, there are two different rooms available.

You could always just ask him to sneak into your room But you definitely weren't going to admit it out loud to him that you wanted to share bed with him, That will only boost his ego. So without any complain you grabbed your duffel bag and took the key from Sam and made your way to room number 11. It was one in the farthest corner And you noticed there were three more rooms between yours and the boy's which made you scowl even more.

You got inside the room and locked it behind you. You quickly freshen up and changed into something comfortable, a shirt of Sam you stole a while ago and pyjama pants. Normally you would do some research instead of going to bed but today you just weren't in the mood so you got inside the sheets of the motel bed which smelled like some really rough detergent.

You didn't dare closing your eyes, already knowing what was coming for you in your dreams so you just lied there awake staring at the ceiling. After what felt like an hour but a few minutes at the same time you heard a series of soft knocking on the door of your motel room.

You huffed and got up from your bed annoyed that someone would dare to disturb you at this time. "What?" you yelled you open the door, but regretted it as soon as you a pair of green eyes staring at you innocently and not just any pair of eyes, your favourite ones.

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" He asked not wanting to invade your privacy.

"No, No, it's fine, get in." You quickly poked your head out and looked around to see if Sam was somewhere in sight. "so?" You said turning to look at Dean who was now standing in front of your bed.

"I was really hoping we could share a bed tonight." He confessed making a smile.

"Really? Me too." You finally admitted knowing there was no point of hiding it now.

"Then maybe we could share a bed tonight." He suggested with a shrug.

"wouldn't Sam be suspicious?" you asked taking a step closer.

"No, He'll think I'm hooking up with some girl." He said.

"Well, aren't you?" You asked taking your final step and standing right in front of him.

"Nope, you are not just 'some girl'." He answered wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you even more closer. Not just physically, the more you stared at those Apple green eyes the more you found Your soul being pulled to him and as cliche as it sounds you are practically lost in him.

That's when you realised your lips were almost touching. You made the final move pushing yourself on your tippy toes pressing your lips to his. He started kissing back immediately like he was waiting for you to do this the entire day. You both fell back on the bed the kiss not breaking even for a second.

You don't even know when you guys fell asleep in each other's arms. But what you do know is not even a single Nightmare there to come home to that night.

*******

Part 2

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

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

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

Phantom Traveler part 1

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler. (Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

"13 years." She answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're sure?" You asked

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

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

"Demonic possession?" You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Another crash?" You asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?" Asked Sam.

"Nazareth."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah that's not gonna happen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

"Flying?" You completed his sentence.

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

"You're joking right?" Sam exclaimed.

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 3

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

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

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

Bloody Mary (part 2)

Season one. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 3)

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends but the Mary Worthington murder.....that one still gets me." The detective said answering one of your many questions.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked as you sat silently looking around the room and the three men.

"You guys said you were reporters?" The detective said.

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana being an actress. And we know that at the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her. Cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam said, obviously being the only one out of the 3 of you who actually read about the case. Usually you'd do it but your mind wasn't in the right place right now.

"See, sir, when we ask you what happened." Dean said confidently.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He said pulling out a folder from the cabinet, you watched as the brothers shared a look. He started going through the folder and finally stopping at a picture which you assume was Mary laying in the pool of her own blood.  "See that there? T-R-E?" He asked and you all nodded in incision. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." Detective suggested.

"You know who that was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson." He said pulling out a picture of a man in tux. "And I think he cut her up good." 

"Now, why would he do something like that?" You opened your mouth for the first time since you guys arrived here.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair."

"But how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked.

"It's hard to say. But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." Detective said with a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"But you could never prove it?" You said, wording out the guilt inside his head. "No, no prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Asked Dean.

"Nope......If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sammy asked.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." He said and you almost rolled your eyes.

"What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lock up, is it?" You asked.

"No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chances?" Sam asked and luckily he gave you the name of Mary's brother.

On your drive back to Toledo Sam called Mr. Worthington to ask about the mirror. "Oh really? That's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror ok, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam said hanging up the phone. "So?" You and Dean asked in incision as soon as he was off the phone. "So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it, one week ago..To a store called Estate Antique. A store in Toledo."

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" You asked raising an eyebrow although you already knew the answer. "Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an odd superstition that says mirrors can capture spirit?" Dean asked. "Yeah there is. When someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." You answered keeping your eyes on them the whole time.

"Mary dies and the mirror draws in her spirit." Dean said in conclusion.

"Yeah, but how could she move through 100 different mirrors." Sam wondered out loud.

"I don't know but if that mirror's a source. I say we find it and smash it." Dean replied to Sam's question.

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe."

Sam's phone started ringing and he picked it up in the second ring. "Hello? Charlie?" He asked on the phone with concern. "Hey, hey, calm down. Just meet us at our motel and we'll be there soon. Just don't look at anything that shows reflections." He said hanging up and Dean speeded up.

"What's wrong?" You questioned as soon as he was off the phone.

"Someone said it again and now Mary's after her."

When you got to your motel you saw charlie waiting outside covering her eyes. "Hey, it's okay, we're here, let's get you inside." You led her into your room but she didn't stop shaking and didn't uncover her eyes. Sam and Dean covered every reflecting surface of the room while you sat besides her to comfort her. "Charlie, you can open your eyes now, it's okay, you're safe now. Now, listen, you're not gonna look at glass or anything that has reflection okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you." You soothing voice which Dean always referred as creepy.

"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She asked and you shook your head.

"No, you're not, not anytime soon." Sam said.

"Alright, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean asked, sitting on her other side.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened didn't it....In your life? A secret, where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it." Dean asked and more tears left her eyes.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night at his house...We got in a fight. Then I broke up with him and he got upset and he said he needed me and he loved me. And he said 'charlie, if you walk out that door right now I'm gonna kill myself.' And you know what I said? I said 'go ahead' and I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just.. I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." she started sobbing again after finishing her story. You looked at her with sympathy. "Charlie it wasn't your fault." you said rubbing her back but she didn't accept it.

"We're gonna go take care of this thing ok? Don't look at anything reflective.” The three of you got in the impala and started to the antique shop.

"Alex was right you know. Her boyfriend killing himself, that's not Charlie's fault." Dean said from behind the wheel and his eyes met with yours through the rear view mirror but you quickly looked away breaking the eye contact.

"You know as well as I do....spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." Sam said and once again your heart dropped at your stomach. All you could think about was your secret right now. You know it shouldn't be the first priority here but you couldn't help it. "you know I've been thinking.. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam said and it caught your attention, pulling you out of your trail of thoughts.

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirrors. Who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever? So maybe... We should try to pin her down.. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it." Sam said.

"Well how do you know that's gonna work?"

"I don't, well not for sure." Sam replied.

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked and before Sam could answer you opened your mouth, "I will. She'll come after me for sure." you said and the brothers looked at you with similar frowns. "No. You won't." They replied in unison suddenly acting all protective.

"No I'll do it. She will definitely come after me." Sam said, sounding guilty.

"Alright. You know what? That's it." Dean said pulling the car to the side to have a conversation with both of you.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it?" He asked turning toward Sam. "you think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?" He asked but there was no answer from the younger man which only proved Dean right. "Sam, this is gotta stop, Man. I mean..the nightmares.. and-and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something then blame the thing that killed her. Or why don't you take a swing at me? I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you. " Sam said.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself. 'cause there's nothing you could have done." Dean said. You decided to stay quiet because you damn well know of you say a word the lecture will suddenly turn to you.

"I could've warned her." Sam said and you frowned.

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen." Dean said and Sam looked away from him you could swear to God he was hiding something from you guys. "And, besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."

"No you don't." you knew it! He was hiding something.

"we don't what?"

"you guys don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything."

"what are you talking about?"

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam said and Dean was taken aback for a second.

"No I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it."

"He doesn't have to do it. I'll do it." you chipped in.

"No you won't. None of you gonna summon her. And seriously Alex, what is wrong? You have nightmares all the time, you barely sleep and when you do, you cry in your sleep." He snapped and you gave him a look. "yeah I hear it. Every night. I don't say anything because I want to give you your space. I know we don't know a lot about you but we know you enough and you will never hurt anyone intentionally. So whatever it Is, it's not your fault. So none of you are gonna do it. " He said and you felt a tear slid down your right cheek. 'only if you knew, Dean. Only if you knew you wouldn't think so highly about me.'

"You have no idea." you said in a small voice. His words only made you feel more guilty. How are you ever gonna tell him. And if they ever find out, they'll hate you. "Dean, that girl back there is gonna die. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that unless one of us do it." you said.

"And it's not gonna be you." Sam said turning slightly toward you. "Sam...... Please don't fight me on this one." you said and he sighed. "fine. We'll do it together. Maybe she'll get confused about who to kill first and we'll have a little more time in our hands." Sam said and you nodded agreeing with his plan then both turn to Dean. "Dean, you've gotta let us do this." you said in a very soft voice and he say silently for a few secs he nodded his head.

"But I don't like it, I don't like it at all." he whispered before turning on the car and driving toward the Antique store.

You were kneeling down in front the door of the antique store with your lock pick in your hand. You were successful in your third try. You opened the door and got inside, followed by the Winchesters.

There were way too many mirrors in that shop. It made spotting Mary's mirror even harder for you. "Well, that's just great." Dean commented sarcastically. He pulled out the picture, showing us the mirror in front of which Mary died. "Alright start looking." He said and Sam started walking deeper into the store. You turned to follow him but Dean grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to him, looking deep in your eyes he said. "Are you sure about this?" you nodded. "I don't like you doing this. At All." he confessed.

"I don't like it either but we don't have another choice." you said and this time he nodded.

"But when this is over, you're gonna tell me everything. No more secrets."

"Somethings are better off as secrets, Dean. Please promise me you won't ask me about it." you said and he looked away. "Dean, please." you cupped his face making him look at you.

"Fine I promise." He said and you don't know if you feel relieved or even more guilty. "let's just get this over with." He said pressing his lips to your forehead briefly. As in queue Sam called out. "Found it." and the two of you walked to where he was. He was standing in front of the mirror shining his torch on it. Dean opened the picture to confirm it was the same mirror. "that's it."

"you sure about this?" he asked Sam. He sighed and the 3 of you walked in front of it together.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." you both said in unison. Sam grabbed your hand with one of his and with the other he raised his crowbar. "Bloody Mary." you finished, squeezing his hand tightly.

A light shined through the shop from the window and we looked toward it. "I'll go check that out. You guys stay here. Be careful." he handed you his crowbar and started walking out. "smash anything that moves." He said and you nodded.

You heard a breath and turned toward one of the mirror. You saw a feminine figure standing in the mirror and took no time to smash it. You heard Sam smashing another one. "come on, come into this one." you said turning toward the main mirror. You frowned when you saw your own reflection smiling creepily at you. You heard a cry of pain and turned to Sam to see him bleeding through his eyes. You took a step toward him but stopped when your own eyes started burning. You could feel the warm liquid coming out of them. "it's your fault." your reflection said as the crowbar fell from your hand. "you killed him and you killed her too." you heard yourself in the mirror. From the corner of your eyes you saw as Sam fell on his knees clutching his chest. "Sam" before you could take another step there was a sharp pain in your head and your whole body. Sam was looking at the mirror but you couldn't see what he was seeing. "They told her. Everyone told her you were a monster but she never listened to them. They told her to kill you but she didn't listen to any of them and this is how you repay her. You killed them." you groaned, crawling toward Sam. "Sammy, Sammy don't listen to it. We can do this." you said grabbing the crowbar he dropped but before you could do something Dean ran by you and smashed it.

"Sammy! Sammy!" Dean said kneeling down in front of you guys and grabbing his face. "it's Sam."

"God, are you guys okay?" He said turning to you and taking your face in his hand and Wiping the blood from your face but you were pretty sure he just smeared it even more. "uh, yeah."

"come on. Come on." he tried helping you to stand up. "I'm fine help him." you told him and he did what you said and helped Sam to get to get up as you got as yourself.

He put one of his hand over his shoulder and the three of you started walking out. You were limping behind the Winchesters when you suddenly heard clinking of glass and heavy gasps behind you. You guys turned around to see that bloody Mary has crawled out of the mirror.

It only took a second for Dean to grab you and pull you behind him but it didn't help any of you. The three of you fell to the ground, groaning in pain as she walked toward you. More blood came out of your eyes.

You saw as Dean grabbed a mirror from beside him and held it against Mary. She stopped in her track and started looking at her reflection. "you killed them!" you heard a deep gruff voice. "All those people! You killed them." It repeated you saw as she melted in a puddle of blood right in front of you. Dean threw the mirror down, shattering it.

"Guys." you groaned out

"yeah?" Sam asked.

"That's gotta be like, what, 600 years of bad luck?" you said looking at all the broken mirrors, making both of em chuckle.

As you got up and walked out of the store Sam took no time in getting inside the impala and crashing down.

"Alex." Dean said before you could get inside as well, making you turn around and face him. He just stood there staring at your face. "what-" before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and smashed his lips on yours. You were taken aback at the first but then kissed him back with the same force. You pulled away panting heavily. "what was that for?" you asked opening your eyes and looking at him.

"I'm really happy to see you alive." he said. "I'm really happy to see you alive too." you said, grabbing his collar and pulling him down for one more kiss.

The next morning Dean pulled up in front of Charlie's house to drop her off.

"so this is really over?" Charlie said looking at the three of you. "yeah, it's over." Dean said.

"Thanks you." she smiled at him and then got out of the car and started walking toward her house "Charlie? " Sam called out to her and she turned around. "your boyfriend's death... You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did... You probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happens." Sam said and she went inside her home giving him a slight nod.

"that's good advice." Dean said pulling out the car from the driveway. His eyes met with yours through the rear view, making you blush and him smirk. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes but you couldn't hide the big smile on your face.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up before you guys decide to do anything stupid again." you said making a pillow from your jacket and lied down in hopes that maybe just maybe you could take a nap without any nightmares.

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(A/n:- HEY GUYSSS.... I know it's been so long. I said I would post soon and then I betrayed you. I actually got into this minor accident, broke my right wrist (talk about my luck.) and my right leg. It was just hairline fracture. They took of the cast a couple days ago but my wrist was soo stiff because of the plaster that I couldn't type. But I'm completely OK now and I can type again. Although not continuously, I have to keep taking break. I really hope you guys forgive me. I LOVE YOU ALL.

And also. I lost my tag list so any of you who want to be tagged in the series just ask. I know I can go and peak at the old chapter but I wanna make a fresh tag list (don't know if that's even a thing.) but whatever just let me know...

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

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

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

Phantom Traveler part 3

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, another one." He replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look, what was your name again?"

"Ralph." He answered.

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, almost never?"

"Exactly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Sam asked.

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

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

"Right before he died I said it."

"You said what?" Sam asked softly.

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

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

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

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

"No I don't think so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you?" She asked straight forward.

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

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

"No, I know, i-i  meant--"

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?"

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

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

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

"Something like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" He asked with a frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 2

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