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 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

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

Chapter Warning: Language and just some Canon level violence, nothing too much though. And a very poor description of a fight, so poor that it should be a warning.

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

Skin (Part 2)

Season One. Episode Six.

Skin (Part 3)

As your eyes started to open and you came back to senses, a fowl smell hit your nose. You looked around only to realize you were in the sewer tied up with your back against a pipe, across from Sam.

“Hey, Sam, Sammy, wake up.” You called out to the younger Winchester and tried pulling at the ropes. Sam slowly started to wake up as well. He looked around and his eyes fell on you, He started struggling against the rope and just then the shifter walked in with more ropes in his hands. He walked up to Sam and looked him up and down before slapping him across the face with the back of his hand.

“Hey.” You yelled out angrily as he walked away.

“Where is he?” Sam asked, grunting. “Where’s Dean.” He repeated his question. 

“I wouldn’t worry about him. I’d worry about you and your little bitch.” The shifter said walking closer to Sam once again. 

“You don’t really wanna know. I swear, the more I learn about you and your family.....I thought I came from a bad background.” 

“What do you mean learn?” You questioned and looked at him confusingly as he held his head and started grunting in pain, like he was restoring Dean’s memories. 

“He sure got issues with you.” The shifter said looking at the younger brother. “You got to go to college, he had to stay home, I mean I had to stay home with dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me. Where the hell were you?” The shifter said as he leaned in toward Sam. You took advantage of his distraction and started tugging on the ropes.

The only thing Sam replied with was “Where’s my brother?” 

“I’m your brother.” The shifter replied as either of his hands on each side of Sam’s leg. “See deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later everyone’s gonna leave me.” You frowned at what the shifter was saying, was this really how Dean felt? The shifter stood up and walked toward you. “What are you talking about?” Sam asked. “You left. Hell, I did everything dad asked me to, and he ditched me too. No explanation, nothing. Just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. And sooner or later, Alex’ gonna leave me too. I don’t deserve her, she’s too good for someone like me.” You were a little shocked at his revelation. Your heart ached for Dean, how could he think so little of himself? When in reality he deserves the whole world, you just wanted to hug him and tell him just how much he’s worth but quickly you reminded yourself that it was the shifter talking. Maybe he was just lying to get to your and Sam’s head, to play with your minds. There was a few seconds of silence before the shifter started talking again. “But still, this life....It’s not without it’s perks. I meet the nicest people, like little Becky, I wonder what would happen if I go to her place right now, you know, as your big brother.” He said  and Sam gave him a bitch face. You got the  sudden urge to protect the girl who hates you. “Let’s see what happen.” He smirked and threw a blanket over you and Sam before walking away and ignoring Sam’s threats.

“Damn it.” Sam grunted as he tried to get out of the knot the shifter made around his wrist. You were trying to concentrate hard on the rope that was tied around you. Your concentration was broken by the sound of Man coughing, not just any man, you recognize the voice as Dean’s.

“That better be you, Sam and not that freak of nature.” Dean said and Sam started chuckling in relief. 

“Yeah, its me. He went to Rebecca’s looking like you.” 

“Oh he’s not stupid. He picked the handsome one.” Dean commented which made you roll your eyes. “Where’s Alex? She OK?” 

“I’m here.” You grunted out still trying to get out of the ropes.

“You OK?  He didn’t do anything did he?” Dean asked and you felt silent, not knowing how to answer the question. But your silence was enough answer for him.

“I’m going to kill that bastard.” Dean growled out in anger.

“Not before I get him.” Sam replied.

“He didn’t just look like you, he was you.” You told Dean “OR he was becoming you.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know, its like he was downloading your thoughts and memories.” You replied.

“You mean like Vulcan Mind Meld?” Dean asked and you saw him getting out of the ropes.

“Yeah something like that.” This time Sam answered “Maybe that’s why he didn’t kill us.” 

Dean got up from where he was sitting at walked toward you, you stopped struggling with the ropes as you knew he would get you out now.

Dean kneeled in front of you and started untying the rope. His eyes fell on the cut on your temple where the shifter hit you. He started boiling with anger again when he saw the blood. “He hurt you?” he asked and you didn’t answer, just stared him straight in the eye. They were so different yet similar at the same time.

There was concern and care and love behind you Dean’s eyes where the shifter only looked at you with lust and hunger. After he helped you with the ropes he went to Sam’s side to help him get out as well.

“Maybe he needs to keep us alive, a psychic connection.” Dean said as he untied Sam.

“Yeah, come on, we gotta go he’s probably at Rebecca’s already.” Sam said standing up. You got up as well and followed the out of the sewer.

“Come on, we gotta find a phone and call the police.” Sam said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re gonna put a APB out on me?” Dean said.

“Sorry.” was the only thing Sam replied with. “This way.” Dean said and led you down the road. You guys started running. Sam found a phone and called the police, letting them know about Dean, well the shifter Dean.

You were walking toward Rebecca’s place when walked past a window of a store  which had a bunch of TVs on it. You stopped as you saw the new

“An anonymous tip led police to a home in the central west end where a SWAT team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. The attacker, a white male, approximately 24 to 30 years of age was discovered hiding in the home...” a sketch of Dean popped up on the screen and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Man, that’s not even a good picture.” Dean groaned.

“Well, its good enough to recognize you.” You told him and Sam nodded along.”Man.” Dean groaned once again as the three of you walked away. As you made a turn Dean stepped in a puddle of water, guess its just wasn’t his day.

“Come on!” It was Sam’s turn groan at his brother’s clumsiness. 

“They said attempted murder. At least we know-” You started saying  as you tried to catch up with their steps. gosh those two had long legs.

“I didn’t kill her.” Dean cut you off. 

“Alex and I’ll check with Rebecca in the morning and see if she’s alright.” Sam said 

“OK but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the crap out of him.”  Dean said.

“We have no weapons, no silver bullets.” You said, you were practically running so you could keep up with them. Damn them and their height. 

“Alex, that guy has my face okay? Its a little personal, I wanna find him.” Dean said as the three of you came to a stop in the middle of the street.

“Okay, where do we look?” You asked.

“We could start with the sewer.”

“Okay but Alex is right you know, he stole our guns, we need more.” Sam said.

“Wait, the car?” you suggested.

“I’m bettin’ he drove over to Rebecca’s.” Dean said.

“The news said he fled on foot. I bet its still parked there.” Sam suggested. There was a little pause before he groaned out in anger. “Ugh.... the thought of him driving my car.” Dean said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously? That’s your issue with all of this?” You said before again in the direction you were walking before.

“Its killing me.” He said again making Sam glare at him.

“Let it go, man.” said Sam.

As the three of you got to Rebecca’s house without being spotted by the cops. You spotted the Impala in the driveway. 

“Ah, there she is. Finally, something went right tonight.” He said with joy as the three of you walked toward the car and as if god was trying to tell him that he spoke too soon you heard sirens of police cars. “Or maybe not.” you commented

“Oh crap.” Dean said. You turn to find another way but there were already 3 cop cars surrounding you. “This way, this way.” Dean said and pointed toward a gray fence.

“You go. We’ll hold them off.” You told Dean.

“They can’t hold us, just go. Keep out of sight. Meet us at Rebecca’s.” said Sam.

“Dean, stay out of the sewers alone.” You said as he climbed over the fence. “I mean it.” You yelled when he didn’t give any reaction. “Yeah, yeah.” He yelled back.

“Don’t move. Keep your hands where i can see ‘em.”  you heard a man say as you got surrounded by cops. You pulled down your top a little and got ready for your innocent act as you and Sam put your hands up in surrender position.

Cleavage and innocent eyes, deadliest combination on this earth, and not even a single s immune to it.

“Who are you?” One of them asked as they got closer you realized he was the leader of the squad.

“Don’t say a single word, Sam. Let me handle this.” You whispered to the tall man. “I’m Alex, this is Sam, my friend.” You said with a sweet smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asked a little softly this time. He eyes kept switching between your breast and face and finally he settled for your face. 

“We went to Stanford with Rebecca. We were staying in the town so she called and asked us to stay the night with her. She sounded really scared. By the way how is she? Is she alright? Did he hurt her too much?” You asked with a panic in your voice.

“Calm down, miss. She’s alright now And I’ll make sure you and your friend are safe.” He said.

“Thank you so much.” You said finally putting your hands down, Sam following your lead.

“What’s with the blood?” He asked pointing at the wound on your temple.

“Oh, I slipped in the shower this morning. I guess its bleeding again.” You said touching the wound.

“Here.” He said handing you his handkerchief. “Be safe.” You returned his smile and walked away with Sam to Rebecca’s.

“Wow. How’d you do that?”

“Breast are a very generous gift of god to women, Sam. Even you are staring.” You said with a smirk.

“Sorry.” He apologized and looked away before ringing Rebecca’s doorbell. She opened the door and surprising she looked just fine. Something was not right , she looked too calm for a woman who just got attacked. She was setting off all kinds of alarms in your head. But you decided to keep your thought to yourself.

“Hey, Alex could you help me with something in the kitchen.” She said and walked in the said room. You looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow and he just  shrugged his shoulder. The woman who hated you this morning suddenly needed your help? If that’s not strange you don’t know what is.

Anyway, you walked inside the room and Rebecca was nowhere in sight. Before you could turn around to look at the other side something hit the back of your head and everything blacked out the next second.

The shifter smirked in victory and picked up the girl. “God she’s heavier than she looks.” She groaned, putting you on a chair in another room and tying you up. She took off your jacket so it was easier to tie a rope around you, when she was sure you would’t brake out she took two beer bottles out of the fridge for her and Sam and walked in the living room.

“Where’s Alex?” Sam asked.

“Oh she said she wanted to use the washroom.” Rebecca said handing Sam a bottle. “By the way she told me.”

“She told you what?” Sam asked with a frown.

“That it wasn’t Dean that attacked me,  it was some sort of shapeshifter. Please tell me she’s lying, Sam.” Sam sighed at her words.

“Why’d she lie?”  he asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Sorry to say this but she’s a kid, she doesn’t understand the seriousness of this situation and she’s just insensitive.” Rebecca said and Sam scoffed, he was offended that she would say that about his best friend.

“No she’s not. She’s just as sensitive as a human should be. And by the way she’s telling the truth. It wasn’t Dean, it was a shapeshifter.” 

“Ok, so let’s say this shapeshifter is real. By the way you know you guys are crazy. But, um, say it is real. How do you stop it?” Rebecca asked, a little too calm for someone who just learnt that monsters are real and one of ‘em attacked her.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam said.

“You are crazy.” with that the shifter hit him hard with the beer bottle she was holding and knocked him out and her eyes flashed white.

You came back to senses just in time to see Rebecca tying up Sam. You acted like you were still out as she walked out of the room.

“Sam, Sammy, hey.” you whispered in hope that it will make him get up. “Sammy, can you hear me?”

“Oh look who’s up. Good mornin’ sweetcheeks.” A voice beside you said and you looked up to see the shifter changed back into Dean.

“You didn’t like that look very much, I see.” You made a remark. 

“Oh I did, She’s really gorgeous. But you know then I thought, it would be more fun to kill you if I looked like this. Imagine, your last memory would be The love of your life carving you up.” The shifter said as he walked closer to you. You glared at him.

“Fuck you.” You spitted out.

“Oh sweetheart I wish we could but right now I’m a little busy right now.” He said and just then you heard Sam grunting.

“Oh, look. Sammy’s up too. We have audience now.” Dean said and walked away from you and toward your best friend.

“Rise and shine, little brother.” He said and leaned down to look at Sam. 

“What you gonna do to us?” Sam asked

“Oh, I’m not gonna do anything to you. Dean will though.” The shifter said, opening the drawer and looking for something. 

“They’ll never catch him.” Sam said and you try to use the shifter’s distraction as your profit and started wiggling in the ropes to loosen the knot.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. Murder in the first on his own brother, and a minor.” He said as he looked at you “He’ll  be hunted for his whole life.” Your eyes widen as he took out a knife.

“I must say... I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities, you should appreciate him more than you do.” The shifter said and after a while of silence he walked up to the bar and made himself a drink. “Cheers.” He pulled out the knife again walked closer to you. “I really hoped we could have some fun before i killed you.” He smirked.

“Hey, stay away from her.” Sam grunted.

“Oh i don’t think so.” The shifter replied as he ran the knife across the bare skin above your chest drawing blood out. You hissed out in pain.

“I dare you untie me, you fucking coward. I’ll chop your dick off.” You threatened which made him angry and he slapped you  right across the face with the back of his hand and you could taste to iron of your blood in your mouth. You heard Sam yelling at the shifter from across you.

“Does she always talk this much?” He asked Sam and turn toward him. “How do you guys not get annoyed by this bitch?” He then slammed the knife in the pool table beside you and came back to you. You looked at Sam and then pointed toward the knife. 

When Sam was close enough to the pool table you kicked the shifter hard in the shin and he fell down across the room. Sam took the chance and cut his rope from the knife. He took the knife and stood up but before he could help you out the shifter attacked him again.

They started throwing punches at each other and you groaned out in frustration as you couldn’t get out of the rope and help Sam. 

“Not bad, little brother.” the shifter said as Sam kicked him and twisted his arm behind his back.

“You’re not him.” Sam said and the shifter shoved him and he fell on the pool table. Sam got up again but the shifter was faster, he punched him in the face and kneed him in the abdomen. Shifter threw Sam on the bookshelf, breaking it.  

“Even when we were kinds I kicked your ass.” The shifter said as Sam crawled out of the bookshelf. The shifter picked up a que and swung it toward Sam but Sam was fast enough. He swung it again breaking the lights over the pool table. Before he could swing it for the third time Sam kicked him in the stomach and he fell back. They started punching each other again and soon the shifter goth the upper hand and shoved Sam down, straddling him. He wrapped his hand around Sam’s neck and started chocking him.

You were at verge of tears by now, hoping that Dean would come here soon. You were so angry at yourself that you couldn’t get out of a rope. Sam was struggling in front of you and you couldn’t do anything. 

“Hey.” You heard Dean’s voice behind you, the real Dean pointing a gun at his doppelganger. The shifter Dean backed away from Sam and Dean fired two shots killing the shifter, he dropped on a seat against the wall.

“Sam.” Rebecca rushed toward Sam and Dean ran toward you.

“Hey, sweetheart. You OK?” He asked and you nodded. As soon as he freed you from the rope you jumped in his arms and hugged him tightly. 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t help Sam.” You whispered and your voice shook a little like you were about to cry. 

“Hey, its OK. You didn’t really have a choice, you were tied up.” He said pulling away and holding your face in his palms.

“Yeah and i could’t even get out of it. I’m so useless-”

“Hey. shhh, you're not useless, OK. You did great in this hunt.He said pressing his lips against your forehead and then pulling you back into a hug.

Then Dean walked up to the shifter and snatched the amulet he was wearing around his neck.

The three of you decided to leave Rebecca's place in the morning. You walked out to see Dean leaned over the Impala with a map. Sam was still inside having a chat with Rebecca. “Hey.” You said as you walked over to Dean and he looked up from his map.  “I wanted to talk to you..... Alone.”

“Yeah, me too.” He replied and turn completely toward you. “You go first then.” You told him.

“OK.....I talked to Sam last night. And he told me what happened.” He said and you looked down at your feet.  “Hey, look at me...I would never, ever, not even in my dream think about touching you without your consent.  I would never do something that you are uncomfortable with.” He said, holding your chin and looking into your eyes.

“I know that, that’s why I knew it wasn’t you.” You replied with a smile. “You should know something too.” 

“What?” 

“I would never ever, not even in my dreams, think about leaving you.” You said remembering what the shifter had told you and Sam in the sewer.

“How’d that come up?” 

“I just thought that you should know. You’re stuck with me, as long as I’m alive.” 

“I know that. Thank you.....Can I kiss you?” He asked stroking your cheek. 

“You know you don’t have to ask.” with that he captured your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You kissed back as you wrapped your arms around his neck,, his hand was holding your face gently. The kiss was sweet and sensual, you swear you could melt into him. You pulled away after a few seconds and right after that Sam and Rebecca walked out. You looked down at your feet so you could hide the big stupid smile from your face. They were talking about something that you couldn’t figure out from the distance. 

She hugged Sam and waved at you and Dean before walking back inside. 

“So what about your friend Zach?” Dean asked as Sam walked up to you and him.

“The cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily’s murder. Found the murder weapon in his lair. Zach’s clothes stained with her blood. Now they’re thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Becca says Zach will be released soon.” With that the three of you got in the car and drove away from the town.

“Sorry, guys.” Dean said somewhere between the ride.

”About what?”  Sam asked 

“I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you both just could be Joe college.” 

“Ah, its Okay, you know, truth is even in Stanford deep down I never really fit in.”

“That’s because you’re a freak.” 

“Yeah thanks, but if I’m a freak what’d you say about Alex? She had a knife collection.” Sam replied, making you laugh, well it was true. you were a freak.

“Well I’m a freak too. And we are in this together, all the way.” He said making eye contact with you through the rear view.”You know I gotta say, I’m sorry I’m gonna miss it.”

“Miss what?” You asked.

“How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?”

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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 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.

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Bloody Mary part 1

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

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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)

Backstory part 1

Alex- 4 years old. Dean- 13 years old. Sam- 9 years old

***

"sweetie, hurry up, uncle Bobby is waiting for you" the small girl ran into the room with a big smile on her face. Her parents were leaving for yet another 'business trip', leaving her with Bobby for don't know how long. The four-year-old didn't even know what it was that her parents do. All she knew was that they get a call once in a while and then they leave for days, sometimes even for weeks. A man would come, that she came to know as John, and would take them away in his shiny black car.

"Bobby" she squealed and jumped in the old man's arms. "Hey, Alex, how you doing kiddo." he returned her hug by wrapping his arms around her small body. Bobby absolutely adored the little girl. He never had a kid of his own but she made him feel like he was a father without having a child. Ever since Karen died his life was filled with darkness but that little kid gave him the light of hope.

"Bobby, will we go to shoo falls?" She asked and he chuckled at her mispronunciation. "Yes, Alex, we will be going to Sioux falls".

"Will you let me play with my barbie, daddy doesn't let me play with my barbie" she whispered to him and he laughed again "of course I would let you play with your barbie. In fact, we would play with your barbie together." "Really? I'd go get her. Can I take Mr. Cuddles too?" She asked and Bobby nodded as she ran off to her room.

"Bobby, her bedtime is 8, so don't let her be up after 8. And don't give her too much sugar, she does not sleep after that. Got a sweet tooth that one" Anne said "Don't worry, Anne, she lives with me more than she lives with you guys, remember?" He pointed out. "Wow thanks for making me feel like a shitty mom," she said a little sarcastically but a little serious too. "You aren't a bad mom, Anne. You just trying to keep her safe and you are doing good at that." Anne sighed and David came running into the house.

"You ready? John's here" he asked and she nodded. "thanks again, Bobby, for babysitting my daughter" David never ceases to tell him that he was just babysitting, he's not her real father, no matter how much he tries to be, David was her real father even though he's never there for her. Anne felt the tension between two men and spoke up. "And Bobby, don't tell her any Ghost Stories or hunting stories, last night she took David's gun to shoot the monster in her closet, and fortunately there was no monster this time, she could've hurt herself with the gun." She told him and he almost laughed but stopped when he saw the look on Anne's face.

"ok Anne, I'll wait for you outside. Be quick. " David said as he made his way outside. "David. At least say goodbye to her." Anne called out to her husband. He stopped for a second but chose to ignore her words and continued walking outside where John was waiting for them. "Everything ok?" Bobby asked his friend as soon as her husband was out of sight. "Nothing new. Just the usual, you know, David never wanted a daughter" she sighed, Bobby knew about the fights between the couple ever since Alex was born. David always wanted a son and as he said 'who can carry on my legacy' and according to him a daughter can't carry on his legacy. But everyone knew that wasn't his actual problem, everyone knew but no one ever chose to talk about it, even David himself. Just as Bobby was about to say something the little girl once again ran into the room.

"Ok sweetie, we are leaving now. Be good to uncle Bobby" she picked her up and hugged her tight before putting her down again. "Thanks again Bobby" she hugged her best friend and then left.

"you ready, kiddo?" Bobby asked making the girl jump up and down from excitement. He locked the house and took Alex outside to the car. "Bobby, can we buy some cookies before we get there, I won't tell mommy, I promise" she pouted at him with her puppy dog eyes. The little devil knew that Bobby couldn't resist those. "Pretty please" she added while batting her eyelashes. "Ok. But only if you go to bed at 8." He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. The whole ride was spent arguing about her sleeping time and the old man finally gave up and agreed on 9:30. "Ok fine but not a second after that" Damn the girl could argue just like her mother already. Again she was jumping happily on the backseat. After buying some candies and cookies for her Bobby finally pulled up at his house in Sioux Falls.

There was something different, Bobby could feel it, there was someone already in the house. He bowed down in front of her and said "Alex, you stay right here for a minute, I'll go inside and check" he went inside without waiting for her response. As soon as he was inside Alex followed him. When she got inside she saw 2 boys sitting in the living room. One looked 11-12 the other looked 7-8. Bobby was talking to them.

"What are you guys doing here? not that you aren't welcome or something but"

"Dad left us here before he went on the hunt. I thought he already talked to you" The older one replied as his eyes glued to the little girl behind Bobby holding a teddy bear close to her chest. Bobby's eyes followed his and he turns around to see the girl looking at the boys with her innocent doe eyes. "Alex. I told you to stay outside while I check in here"

"Yes, but I got bored. Who are they?" She asked as she stepped forward to stand next to Bobby. "This is Dean and this is Sam. Boys this is Alex." She offered them one of her cute irresistible smiles that made both of their hearts melt. "Alex you go play with Sam, Dean come with me I need your help." he left the living room and the older Winchester followed him. Alex sat beside the younger boy.

"Hi, Sammy," she said. "Hi" he replied. "Do you want to play with Nina?" She asked holding up her barbie. "I'm not really supposed to play with barbies," he said with a small chuckle. "Why? Does your dad scold you too when you play with barbies?" She asked. "No, not really. I never played with barbies, so he never scolds me for playing with barbies."

"Why don't you play with barbies then?" She asked again innocently and the boy smiled at her. "Because I am a boy. Boys are not supposed to play with barbies." He explained. "Then what about Mr cuddles. He gives the best hug." She said this time holding up her teddy bear. "I don't play with teddy bears too." He said and her face dropped. "But if you want you can play with cars. You wanna play with cars?" He asked her and her eyes lit up. "Cars? Let's go"

***

"Alex, Sam, dinner’s ready" Bobby yelled as both the kids ran inside the kitchen with a very tired-looking Dean trailing behind them. "Bobby, did you make Mac and cheese?" She asked scrunching up her nose. "No sweetheart Dean made them," he said and she sighed in relief. "Thanks, Dean," she said and the boy smiled at her. "Hey, I am not that bad of a cook" Bobby exclaimed with a fake hurt look. They quickly ate their dinner and then Alex and Sam went back to playing their weird game, well as Dean put it. Dean smiled at his little brother as he continued chasing the little girl. Both of their laughter filled the whole house. He never saw his brother this happy, so carefree and childlike. Alex made him so happy, he could see that.

"Your brother is really enjoying with her." Dean heard Bobby as he sat beside him. "Yeah, well he always wanted a little brother to play with instead he got a sister" he replied and Bobby smiled. "I never saw Alex this happy before too."

"How long is she gonna stay?"

"As long as you guys. Her parents went on the hunt with your dad."

"Wait, she is the Livingston's daughter?" he asked the older man. "Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, it's just dad really trusts this guy. It's always David this and David that, but to be honest, the guy's a dick."

"Yeah, you tell me about it."

"ok, it's way past both of your bad times. Get ready for bed. And that means you too, Dean" Bobby said as he picked up tired and almost sleepy Alex. "What? why? I don't have a bedtime" "Because I say so, boy. Now don't argue with me and get to bed" Bobby replied as he carried her to her bedroom. The girl stayed here so much that she already has a bedroom in the house. "Good night, Bobby," she said as he pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Good night, sweetheart." he left and went to check on the boys to see that Dean was making a makeshift bed for Sam. He smiled at the brothers and went to his own room.