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 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?"

*******

Part 2

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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)

Wendigo part 2

Season one. Episode Two.

Wendigo (part 3)

"it's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean said.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy scoffed.

"Not the best time for douchbaggery, Roy. You wanna stay alive? Stay inside the circle." You spat back at him.

"Help." It screamed again. It let out a inhumanly growl and ran around in the woods. "Ok, that's no grizzly."

Haley screamed as something ran past her and you turn to that way with your shotgun. "It's here." Roy started shooting as it kept running around. "I hit it." He said and took off to that direction.

"Roy, No, stop Roy." You yelled after him but he kept running. "Don't move." You pointed to Haley and Ben and ran after him as Sam and Dean followed you. No matter how much you wanna kill Roy, if he died on this hunt you wouldn't help but feel like it's on you.

Suddenly you couldn't hear Roy's voice anymore but you guys kept calling out for him. Sam pointed the torch around but there was no sign of Roy or the wendigo, which only meant one thing and it wasn't good.

You made your way back to the campsite and decided to wait till morning. You sat down in front of a big rock and leaned against it. You felt someone sit beside you and you turned your head to see it was Dean.

"Hey." You gave him a small smile.

"Hey. How you holding up?" He asked and you gave him a confused look. "Jessica was Sam's girlfriend but she was your best friend too. Between everything I forgot to ask you how you are?"

"I've been better. We were really close you know. Sometimes I feel like it was my fault. Whenever I get attached with someone they end up like her."

"Hey, it's not your fault. It's his fault, that thing that killed her." He said taking your face in his hand. "You understand?" He asked and you nodded.

"You know, earlier, how you said you don't have a family? You do. You have me, you have Sam. You have Bobby, that man treated you like his own daughter ever since you were born. You have John, you know he always thought you were smarter than me, even though you're seven years younger?" He said making you chuckle at the last part.

"Well, you were the one who used to trip on soda cans and great unconscious."

"Hey, that was one time, okay. And I wasn't looking at it." He defended himself but then started laughing with you.

You stopped laughing after you noticed he was just starting at you with a big smile on his face. You smile back at him and you swear you saw his eyes travel to your lips for a while but so did yours.

"You have a very beautiful laugh." He commented making you blush. You did not reply instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and slid closer to him. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight. You rested your head on his shoulder. Both of you didn't say anything for the rest of the night and you did not get even a single nightmare that night. That was the most peaceful sleep you got ever since you're mom died. You knew you were safe in Dean Winchester's arms and no nightmare could hurt you.

*******

"I don't understand, these type of things aren't supposed to be real." Haley said as you looked around the woods near the campsite. "I wish I could tell you different."

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" She asked.

"We don't, but we are safe for now."

"Hey." Sam said as he walked out of nowhere. "So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one ..... Wanna kill this evil sun off a bitch." He said looking at you as he repeated your words from last night and you gave him a smirk.

Sam opened John's journal and started explaining Haley and Ben about wendigo.

"How does a man turn into one of those things?" She asked.

"Its always the same, during harsh winter, A guy finds himself starving, Cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannible to survive. Eats other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner party." Ben asked looking at you and you nodded. "Exactly like Donner party."

"Cultures all over the work believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities..... Speed, strength, immortality."

"If you eat enough of it over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always hungry." Dean and Sam kept explaining and you chipped in now and then.

"So, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked and you grimaced at the idea of the Wendigo keeping him alive just to feed now and then.

"More than anything a wendigo knows how to last long Winters without food. It keeps it's victims alive, stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden and safe. We're gonna track it back to there."

"And then how do we stop it?" Haley asked making you smirk.

"We're gonna torch this motherfucker..... Mind my language." You said looking at Ben. You turn around to make your way into the woods.

Dean and you were walking ahead everyone and Sam was at the back. You saw big bloody claw marks on the trees, like the one you saw on Mr Shaw's chest.

"Dean, Sam" you called out and they walked up beside you. They looked at the claw prints as well. "You know I was thinking that those claw prints so clear and distinct, they were almost too easy to follow." You whispered to them and just then you heard a growling voice and you turned to it's direction.

The wendigo kept running around you. You heard Haley screaming and you turned to her just as a body fell from the tree she was standing under.

"You ok?" You asked and helped her up.

"His neck's broken." Dean said checking the body which turned out to be Roy. "okay, move, run, go go go go." Dean yelled and ushered everyone.

You let out a yelp when your ankle got stuck in a twig and you fell. Dean immediately came back running. "Dean go, I can't get up. You better run." You pushed him away but he kneeled down and helped you get your feet out of the twig. "Just go, please."

"I'm not leaving you here." he said before picking you up knowing how you must have broken your ankle. He started running as fast as he could with you in his arms. You saw Ben fell on the way and you were about to tell him to leave you and help him but Sam got him already.

Dean kept running but suddenly the Wendigo jumped in front of you. Making Dean and Haley stop in their tracks. She let out loud shriek. It grabbed you and Dean but it couldn't take Haley. You passed out when it's hand pressed too tightly around your neck.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart." You heard Dean say when you started to wake up. Something was tightly tied around your wrist and you could feel blood trickling down your forehead. "You awake?" He asked making you groan.

"Yeah. I'm going to kill this son of a bitch." You said making him laugh. "yes we are, sweetheart, yes we are."

"Hey, don't pass out on me again." He said when you were about to black out again. "Come on keep talking. Sammy's gonna get to us soon."

"How?" You managed to ask.

"I left a trail of M&Ms. He'll follow them." He said sounding proud of himself.

"You had M&Ms? Why didn't you tell me? I was hungry." You said and your stomach grumbled as if it was agreeing with you.

"I tripped on soda can huh? You tripped on twigs."

"Seriously? This is what you wanna discuss right now?" you knew he was trying to keep you from passing out again as he kept tugging on the ties.

"Dean, Alex." You heard Sam and saw him running toward you. He quickly untied Dean as Ben untied you. He helped both of you to the ground and you kept groaning in pain.

"Princess you ok?" Dean asked and Ben sat you beside where Sam sat Dean.

"Where is it?" You groaned out.

"Its gone for now." Sam said.

It was hard breathing, it felt like it broke a couple of your ribs. You saw Haley started to cry as she walked up to a body hanging just like you were a few minutes ago.  He was alive, you could see.

"Cut him down." She said and Sam and Ben helped him down.

You looked around yourself and saw a duffle bag. You crawled toward it and started digging through it. A wide smile spread on your lips when your hand came in contact with flare guns.

"Check it out." You said and handed one to Dean. "Flare guns." He smirked at you.

"Those will work." Sam said. You hand one to him as well. All of you started you way out of there. Haley and Sam were helping Tommy and you and Dean were walking in front of them with your flare guns in your hands.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." Dean said when a growl was heard.

"We'll never outrun it." Haley said and you looked back at her. Dean looked at Sam and said "you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam replied and the wendigo growled again.

"Care to share with the class? We don't exactly have the mind reading superpower like you guys." Even in this physical condition you couldn't help but make a witty comment.

"You guys stay here with Sam, he's going to get you out of here." He said looking away from you.

"What you gonna do?" Haley asked. You looked at him curiously as well. He grinned at her and started to move away but you stopped him.

"Dean, wait, I'm coming with you." You ran up to him. "Sweetheart you're not exactly in the condition-"

"Oh and you are? Shut up, I'm coming with. And I'm not asking." You cut him off. He smirked and shook his head before shooting. "It's Chow time, you freaky bastard!" He yelled as you ran to the other direction with him.

"Yeah, that's right. Bring it on baby!" This time you were the one who yelled. "I taste good." You added. Both of you kept walking, looking for the wendigo as you held your ribs with one hand and the gun with the other. It hurts like hell but it wasn't exactly the time to complain about it.

"Hey, you want some white meat, bitch?"

"I don't think that wendigos are racist, Dean." You commented making him chuckle a bit before shouting again. You kept running toward the growling sound. You took a turn and saw the wendigo. Its back was facing you and it was hovering over Sam, Ben, Haley and Tommy

"Hey." You yelled and just as he turned around to face you, you and Dean shot it in the chest at the exact same moment. It started yelling and was sat on fire but you shot it ones again and again and again and until Dean pulled you back by you're waist. "Hey, I think it's enough. It is dead." He said and you handed him the gun.

"I just like my monsters extra crispy." You said and let out a wince in pain.

"You ok." He said as he pulled your hand away from your ribs to take a look himself. He lifted your tank top to see the purple and blue bruises.

"You need medic." He said before pulling down your top. "You did good." He said looking you in the eyes.

"Even though I tripped on a twig?" You asked.

"At least you didn't trip  on a soda can" he answered making you smile. You could swear that he looked proud of you.

*******

You sat there in the ambulance as a paramedic checked your BP and your wounds. Your eyes fixed on Dean and Haley talking and suprisingly you didn't feel jealous anymore. Because in a way, in a very weird way you knew you were something special to him and he was to you and no one could take that place.

Haley walked up to you after kissing Dean's cheek and saying goodbye to Sam.

"Thanks, Alex. For everything." She said and you smiled at her before she got inside the ambulance and sat beside her brother.

The paramedic said you were good to go so you got up and walked up to the brothers. Your eyes never leaving Dean and his never leaving you.

"Man, I hate camping." You said looking back at Haley and her brothers. "Me too." They replied in unison.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked looking away from you and to his brother.

"Yeah. I know. But in mean time..... I'm driving." He grinned at Dean and he was silent for a few minutes before throwing the keys to Sam and he caught them. Dean grabbed you by your waist and lead you to the back seat and got inside the shotgun himself. They shut the doors in sync.

"Any of you wake me up before sunrise and I'm gonna hurt you worse than the wendigo did." You said before leaning against the door.

"Somehow, i don't doubt that." Sam said as he kept driving.

As soon as you closed your eyes his face was in front of you but you tried to ignore it like you always do. A few minutes later it was gone and was replaced by Dean's. Your heart calmed down and you fell asleep while thinking about a certain green eyed hunter.

"Tell me you noticed that back there." Sam finally said after a pregnancy pause. Dean was hoping that they wouldn't have to have this conversation, that he was just overthinking. "Yeah I did." He sighed.

"What the hell was that. She didn't stop shooting even after it was burning."

"Maybe we are overthinking. Maybe she really does 'like her monsters extra crispy'." Dean said repeating get word from earlier. "No, Dean, I saw it on her face. The anger, the aggression. It was too much, for even a hunter. There's so much she's not telling us."

"Sam, its Alex we are talking about. She was always kind of you know, a mystery. We know her but we don't really know her, man. I don't think anyone does." Dean said and Sam let out a sigh. "We can't push her Sam, she'll tell us when she's ready." Sam nodded.

"Maybe, you're right." He replied and kept driving. Little did they know you listened to the whole conversation.

*******

Dead in the Water part 1

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Dean Winchester X named reader (eventually).

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

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

Backstory part 1

Season one. Episode one.

Pilot (part 1)

"Ok, so how does this one look?" The blonde asks her best friend as she did a fashion show for her in Halloween costumes.

"Jess, honey, you are beautiful. You can wear a sack to the party and still look hot." The other girl replied. "By the way what with all the last-minute shopping. Don't you usually have your dresses ready about a few million years ago?" She added as she kept munching on her fries.

"oh, don't get me started on that. I bought my dress 2 months ago and yesterday I was trying it on and Sam spilled coffee on it." Jess said making Alex let out a gasp before she started to chuckle. "It's not funny" she picked some of Alex's fries and threw them on her. "I am sorry, I'm sorry. I am just imagining the look on your face. Is he still alive?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. Good for him I love him too much." She said and grabbed one more dress and stormed inside the dressing room again. "I swear to God this one is the last, even if I look like an idiot in it." she huffed out and closed the door.

"I can't believe this is your first Halloween in college and you are not coming to the party," Jessica said from the dressing room as she tried on yet another dress. They have been here for at least two hours now and still, Jess couldn't find 'a perfect dress'. Alex can admit that she was a bit irritated now but she couldn't do anything about it. Jessica was a best friend, even if she was older than her. When Jessica and Alex first met, they instantly clicked. Alex was a bit too young for college and Jessica was the only one who wasn't weird about it.

"I don't have a date. It would be weird if I show up without a date." She kept munching on fries. "I mean no one even asked me to be their date. Do I look that bad?" She wondered loudly.

"You kidding me? Have you seen yourself?" Jessica poked her head out of the dressing room. "Trust me, sweetheart, if I wasn't dating Sam I would definitely hit on you. Even though I'm straight." Jessica added making Alex laugh. "Trust me, people not asking you on a date has nothing to do with your looks." she came out wearing a small nurse costume.

"oh my god, this looks really good on you." for the first time Alex stopped eating as she gaped at her best friend. "Right? And this goes perfect with the lingerie" Jess squealed at Alex. "You bought lingerie? wow, Sam is getting really lucky tonight." Alex winked at her best friend making her blush. Even after all this time of dating, small things still make her blush. "By the way, what were you saying about guys not asking me on a date?"

"I was saying that it has nothing to do with your looks. Well, it's because they're scared of you." Jessica finally said as she changed into her normal clothes. "What!? Scared of me? Why? Do I look scary?" she asked confused as she scrunched up her nose.

"No, you don't look scary. Maybe it has to do something with you punching the varsity jock on the first day of college." Jessica said and she finally came out of that dressing room in her normal clothes and a small white dress in her arm. Alex looks behind Jessica to see a pile of costumes, her eyes widened when she saw just how many costumes she had tried on since they have been here. "hey, so I'll take this one, and do you guys have those white nurse’s hats?" She asked the woman who was assisting them and the woman nodded. "Yeah, so I'll have one of those. Thank you" she handed her the dress and then they made their way to the counter.

"it wasn't my fault. He was being a dick to me. And it was just a small punch." Alex justified herself. On the first day of college, Alex ran into Toby, who was the captain of the football team. She accidentally spilled coffee on him. She said sorry and he said 'I will only accept your apology if you go on a date with me' she simply said 'No' and walked past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back and started insulting her in front of the whole cafeteria. He said something about her age and how she must have slept with her old teachers to graduate from high school so early. And she was silent, she didn't say anything but as soon as his hand went to her ass she lost it. She twisted his arm and punched his face. The guy still wears caste in his hand. But soon rumors started that the new girl is a freak and she punched Toby just because he asked her out.

"Small punch? Alex, you broke the guy's nose. I am not saying he didn't deserve it or anything, but maybe that's why guys are scared to ask you out." Jessica said as she paid for her dress and hat. They made their way outside in the parking lot to Alex's car. It was a 1965 playmount Baracuda. The car was the only thing left that Alex could call hers, she loved her car more than anything. "You know what? You don't need a guy. I'm calling Sam and telling him that you are coming with us." Jess said as she dialed Sam's number. "And that way you can finally meet him officially. Dammit, Sam, pick up" she muttered the last part to herself.

"Even though I go with you guys are you sure I am allowed there, I mean I am not even 21 yet."

"Alex nobody's gonna ask for your ID. you are a college student now. take a chill pill."

"You are not backing out are you?"

"Nope, not till you agree."

"Ok fine. but I'm not wearing a dress."

*******

You stood outside the frat house where the party was held. You were dressed in skinny Black jeans and a white tank top, a brown leather jacket on top of it. You weren't the one to dress up, especially not ON Halloween. Ever since you found out about the monsters, dressing up like one of them wasn't really fun for you. But you did put on some minimal amount of makeup, just so Jess wouldn't Chew your head off for not dressing up. She said Sam and her would meet you outside the frat house but as usual, she was late.

"Alex," you turn around to see a very happy Jessica Lee Moore dressed in her small nurse dress as she ran up to you and pulled you in a bone-crushing hug. There was an inhumanly tall guy who caught up to her and was smiling at his adorable girlfriend. "You made it." she beamed at you and pulled away.

"I didn't really have a choice after you threatened me," you said making the boy chuckle and that was the first time you paid attention to him. Your eyes widened as you saw him. There were a lot of changes in him but mostly he looked the same. When you joined college you weren't sure you were ever gonna meet anyone from your old life let alone a Winchester. Well, except Bobby, he kind of adopted you. "Woah, when you said your boyfriend was Sam, you forgot to mention it was Winchester." He looked a little confused but then he remembered you

"Wait Alex, as in Alex Livingston?" He said and you could tell that he wasn't really happy about meeting you. "Wow, you grew up," he said with a soft smile as he held his hand out for you to shake. Jess was looking at you both with a confused expression.

"You guys know each other?" She asked and before you could say anything Sam answered. "Yeah, our fathers were kind of friends." You could tell he was paranoid about Jess ever finding out about his old life and to be honest you would be too if you had such a great relationship with someone.

"Ok let's go inside," Jess said as she grabbed both of your arms with each of her hands and dragged both of you inside. Sam gave you a look and nod assuring you that Jess didn't know anything about the supernatural. And he wasn't really comfortable about meeting you after so many years. Once you were all inside you could actually see why people love Halloween so much. The loud music was already making your head hurt.

"so here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory," Jess said as you all sat around the table with shots in your hand with a few of their friends that I barely knew. You didn't know he was so good with studies, he was always a brilliant kid but 174? That's too good even for him.

"Alright, alright, it's not that big of a deal," Sam said 'oh modest are we?' you thought.

"He acts all humble but he scored 174." You knew this because Jess told you before. That made them laugh a little.

"Is that good?" A guy asked that you forgot the name of, 'maybe it was Luis. Whatever you thought. "Scary good," Jess replied.

"See, there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law College you want" Luis said, at least that's what you thought his name was.

"Actually, I got an interview here. Monday." Sam replied. Wow, he was scary good. You took one more shot. "If it goes ok I got a shot at a full ride next year" and with that, you blocked his voice. He was making you feel too bad about yourself. You got to do something about your competitive behavior, that is the reason you don't have many friends.

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" You ask feeling a bit more confident after the shots. Sam gave you a look, he knew you knew about him running away, you felt like such a bitch for asking him that but what could you do, you got that foot-in-mouth disease. "They don't know," he said not taking his eyes off of you. Oh, if only looks could kill you would be dead. You always had fun teasing Sam.

"No? I would be gloating. Why not?" Luis said and you kept your mouth shut this time as you took another shot. Curious for Sam's answer, you smirked at him and he glared at you again.

"Because we are not exactly the Brady's," Sam said finally looking away from you. "I'm not exactly the Huxtable. More shots?" Luis said making you laugh. Wait, why were you laughing again, it was not even a good joke. "No," both Sam and Jess said together. "I'll come with you," you called out and went after Luis, you can't really stand being the third wheel right now.

"So Alex, tell me something about you?" Luis asked as we reached the bar. "There's nothing really interesting about me, trust me you don't wanna know," you said and asked the bartender for one more shot. It was nice being a college student, no one asked for IDs. It's not like you didn't have any fake ones.

"Aren't you too young for college? If you don't mind me asking?" He asked as he slid another shot toward you but you shook your head.

"Yeah, my teachers thought I was too smart for high school," you said making him laugh. " Just kidding. I started school earlier than most kids" you said and he nodded his head.

"I have to say, you made quite the first impression on the whole college," he said with a wink. "I'm with you, by the way, you did the right thing, he totally deserved that."

"and I'll do it again if I have to."

******

Jess offered you to stay with her and Sam tonight since you were too drunk to drive and their place was closer so you left the car at the frat house and went to their place with them. The plan was to leave tonight for the case but now you were too tired so you decided to rest the night and leave in the morning. Their couch wasn't the most comfortable but at least it was more comfortable than the motel bed. You still haven't found yourself a place to live.

Sam lent you one of his big t-shirt and Jess lent you one of her pajama shorts. You have to say his shirt was too big and too comfortable and you're sure never gonna return it.

You were trying so hard to sleep but every time you close your eyes the same images comes back to haunt you. You're pretty used to not sleeping at night because of the nightmares, especially when you are alone, which was most of the time. You suddenly heard shuffling of feet but you to brushed it off thinking it was Sam or Jess but then you saw a silhouette, he was a bit short for Sam and it was definitely not a girl. You searched for your gun but realized it was still in your car so you grabbed the next thing you could which was a vase. You slowly made your way toward him as he made his way to the kitchen.

You lift the vase over your head, ready to hit him but he was too fast, he turned around and grabbed you and pinned you to the nearest wall. You swear if you weren't drunk or hungover you could kick his ass so hard that he wouldn't be able to sit for the next week. You were about to scream but he's put his one hand on your mouth which wasn't gripping your waist and pinning you to the wall.

"Shhh, I'm not gonna hurt you, Sweetheart," he said and you bit his hand making him flinch and pull his hand back but he still didn't leave you. "Oh, I'm not your sweetheart, Sweetheart, and trust me if I wasn't so drunk right now you would be dead twice already." You spat and glared at him and then pushed him away from you. You were about to punch him but Sam already got him from behind but again the man was too fast and blocked his punch. They threw punches at each other for a while but soon he had Sam pinned to the ground.

"Woah, easy tiger," the man said. You just stood there and stared at both of them, maybe you were not in the mood of punching someone.

"Dean?" 'Wait, Dean as in Dean Winchester? When did he become so hot? ' you thought to yourself. "You scared the crap out of me," Sam said as Dean kept chuckling.

"Ya right, he attacked me and he scared the crap out of you," you said sarcastically. Both of them were panting as he looked at you. "I attacked you? You attacked me first." he defended himself.

"Yeah, well, next time you break into someone's house don't expect them to offer you butterscotch," you said and he got up with a smirk on his face

"I have to say, Sammy, your girl got spunk," he said as his eyes roam up and down your body, not even bothering to look at your face.

"that's not... whatever. What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Looking for a beer"

"Sam?" You looked up at Jessica as she turned on the lights making both of the boys turn to her.

"Jess, hey. Dean this is my girlfriend Jessica." Sam said as Dean looked at Jess and then at you. "You having a party or something?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"Your brother Dean?" Jessica asked ignoring his comment. "I love the smurfs," Dean said referring to her t-shirt. "I have to tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league," he added walking toward her. "But seriously, You having a party or something?" He asked looking back at you or more like your chest.

"Dean, that's Alex...Livingston." Sam said and Dean's eyes widened. "Wait, our Alex?" He asked and walked closer to you and you nodded with a cold look on your face. You have to say 'he looks hot' but you kept your thoughts to yourself. "Well, you grew up," he said once again looking down at your body.

"Anyway, I got to borrow Sam here. Talk about some private family business but... It's nice meeting you." he said as he turned back to Jess.

"No...no, whatever you wanna say you can say in front of her." Sam walked back to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Ok..umm, Dad hasn't been home in a few days." He said, making you frown. The last thing you remember about John was that he was pulling you out from a house full of vamps when you were half dead. It was the death anniversary of your mom and you were kind of on a suicide mission. He saved your life and not only once but twice, and you'll always owe him that.

"So? He's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

"Dad's on a hunting trip... And he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said making Sam's eyes widen a little. John's missing? Well that's weird he was the best damn hunter you know, if anyone could go missing on a case, it definitely wasn't John.

"Jess, excuse us," Sam said and you turn to leave as well but Dean grabbed your wrist. "it's ok, you can stay," He said making you frown. "I mean if you want to." He added and left your wrist.

*******

"I mean, you can't just break in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam said as you made your way downstairs. You were still wearing Sam's shirt but you changed into your jeans from last night. The boys were completely ignoring you, you weren't even sure if you are supposed to go with them or not. But if it was about John you wanted in.

"you are not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." Dean replied as you continue making your way downstairs.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or The devil's gate in Clifton? He was missing then too" you remember those hunts, you were with him on both of them. "He is always missing and he is always fine"

"Not for this long," Dean replied as we finally reached downstairs. "Are you gonna come with me or not?"

"I'm not." 'wow, so much for being a son' you thought. You have seen John with dean and Sam while growing up, he was not a perfect father but at least he wasn't like yours. He never laid a hand on Sam or Dean, not in a bad way, and for you that was pretty much perfect.

"why not?" I finally asked.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good" Sam replied as he looked at you.

"Come on, it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad," Dean said and turned around making his way towards the main door. Me and Sam following him. "Yeah? when I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, give me a .45." Sam said as they stopped in front of the gate. Right now you wanted to get out of this awkward family fight more than anything, it was getting too weird, even for you.

"what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old, he was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark"

"don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there" with that you pushed past them and got outside of the gate. "Too much testosterone for one night" you mumbled under your breath. You could feel Dean's eyes on the back of your head. They continued fighting as you waited for them outside.

"Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors" you heard Sam say as they both walked out.

"so what you gonna do? You gonna live some normal apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked

"no, not normal. Safe" you really felt for sam to be honest. He got a great life here, a great girlfriend, a great LSAT score, why would anyone want to leave that life for hunting. "And that's why you ran away?"

"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone and that's what I'm doing."

"dad is in real trouble right now. And he's not dead already, I can feel it," he said and you felt bad for Dean too, he really needed his brother right now. "I can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can."

"yeah well, I don't want to," Dean said and Sam let out a long sigh.

"what was he hunting?" Sam asked finally giving up making a smile come across your face.

"Alex." Dean finally turned to you and the brothers stopped ignoring you. 'God, finally' you thought. "You don't have to come with us, I mean, you got your own things to do." He said but you shook your head.

"No, Dean, if this is about John then I definitely want in." You said and the boys gave you questioning looks. "He saved my life a couple of years back, twice. And I owe him that." You said making Dean smile.

"Ok then let's get this show on the road."

*******

"All right let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean mumbled to himself as he opened the trunk of the black Impala and all three of you leaned over it. You have to say, she was still as beautiful as you last saw her. You almost loved her as much as your own baby, Almost.

"so when dad left, why didn't you go with him," Sammy asked.

"I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Dean replied as he continued searching for whatever that he was searching for.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"

"I'm 26, dude," Dean said, for a second your eyes went down to his ass but you reminded yourself there were more important things on your plate right now. "Alright, here we go." He said as he pulled out some papers from the trunk.

"So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside Jericho, California."

"wait. Jericho?" You asked grabbing the papers from him. "I was heading there for a case. Missing folks." I said reading the article.

"Yeah, that's the one. About a month ago this guy..." He pointed at the photo on the paper while staring straight at my face, standing a bit too close to me. Sam walked around to look at the paper over my shoulder. "Yeah, they found his car but he'd vanished." I finished his sentence.

"complete MIA" Dean said still not taking his eyes off of me.

"so maybe he was kidnapped," Sam said looking at both of you simultaneously. "Yeah, well here's another one in April " he finally took his eyes off of you to hand another paper to you. "Another one on December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years. All men, all same 5-mile stretch of road." You said remembering the details from your case file.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to dig around. That was 3 weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough, then I get this voice mail yesterday" Dean said taking out a phone to play the voicemail for us.

"Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on." John's voice came from the recording but the quality was very poor. "Be very careful, Dean. We are all in danger."

"you know there's EVP on that?" You said as soon as the mail ended.

"not bad, Alex. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" He said and you rolled your eyes. "Alright, I slowed the message down. I ran it through goldwave, took out the hiss and this is what I got."

"I can never go home." You heard a woman on the recording. "Never go home" sam repeated as you all stepped back as Dean closed the trunk of the impala.

"you gotta drive me back to the frat house." You said and Dean looked at you with a frown. "Why?" He asked. "Got my car back there. My duffle is inside that... And my guns."

"You still drive that Cherry red beauty Bobby gifted you?" Dean asked with a smirk and you nodded. "Ok hop in." He said and you got in the back seat of the Impala giving them some privacy to talk. After a few seconds, Dean came and got inside the driver's seat.

"Where's Sam?"

"Went to pack and say goodbye to Jess. I guess." There was a minute of awkward silence as you kept staring at each other through the rearview mirror. "So, Alex, tell me, you flying solo?"

"Yeah, I've been hunting alone for 2 years now."

"and Bobby let you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nobody let me do anything, Dean. I do what I want. It's not like I have a family waiting for me to come back alive." You said and Dean gave you a sad smile.

"I'm sorry for your Dad, kiddo. The man was a good Hunter."

"Don't be" 'he got what he deserved' you wanted to add but decided against it. Knowing how much Dean worships his father you knew he wouldn't appreciate you talking shit about yours.

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)

Dead in the water part 3

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler (Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who was it?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So we're good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, not by a long shot."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really."

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

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

"Took you long enough."

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

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

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

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

"Alright, so, what you guys got?"

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

"It got me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

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

"Where?" Both the boys ask in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?"

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

"No, nothing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*******

Part 2

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

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

Pilot part 1

Season one. Episode one.

Pilot (part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"why?" Dean asked almost offended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*******

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

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

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

"the hell I am " you exclaimed almost offended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"a town like this, everybody knows everybody."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ow! What was that for?"

"why'd you step on my foot?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you don't have to."

"No, I-"

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

*******

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

Yeah." She replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you are such a control freak."

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

"yeah"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*******

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

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

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

"so now what!" Sam asked.

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

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

"maybe, why not?"

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

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

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

"and who is that?"

"one of us."

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

"you have a responsibility "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah, I'm alive, you?"

"yeah, me too."

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

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

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

*******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 3

Supernatural Rewrites Masterlist Season 1

Dean Winchester X named reader.

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

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

Backstory part 1

Season one

Pilot. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Wendigo. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Dead In The Water. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Phantom Traveler. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Bloody Mary. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Skin. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Hook Man. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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