and toward the end where dean says they have to go back to stop the monster kiddos

The Visitor

Request! ::Dean and readers future child come visits them in the bunker and they have to take care of the kid for a few days , but the reader and Dean aren’t even together yet :)) thank you!

A/N:: Pic below was found on Google, I don’t know the boy’s name but he is a model. 

There was a knock on the door. You looked at Dean and Sam, confusion clear on your face. You rarely received visitors at the bunker; mainly because you didn’t have a reason for people to visit. 

“I’ll get it, I guess,” You stood up and went to the door, peeking through it before fully opening it. A little boy was standing there. He couldn’t have been older than seven. 

“Well hey little guy, what are you doing here?” You crouched down at his level. You weren’t very good with kids; it’s not that you didn’t like them, it’s just that you didn’t have much experience, so any encounter you had with a child was awkward at best. Dean and Sam were much better with them, probably due to their years of hunting. Some cases dealt with children, and luckily most of them turned out okay. 

The little boy’s eyes brightened when he saw you and he stammered excitedly. “I w-was sent here because my mom and dad needed your help to watch me because they had to go on a hunt and didn’t want me in their time so they sent me here and–”

“Woah, slow down bub!” You laughed, “What do you mean ‘in their time’? Who are your parents?” You looked around outside, but couldn’t see a trace of anyone but the boy. 

The little boy’s eyes went wide. “Oops, I wasn’t supposed to say anything about time. I’m not allowed to tell you who they are. They just need your help. Can you help?”  

“Well, I can try,” you looked around outside once more before letting the boy inside. 

Sam and Dean were both surprised to see him. 

“What’s this?” Dean asked, looking at the kid.

“He said his parents sent him to us to look after him while they go on a hunt.” You put your hand on the boy’s back and led him to the table so he could sit down. You took his bag and placed it on the floor next to him. He stared at Dean curiously, nervously fidgeting in his seat. 

“We don’t have time to play babysitter, (Y/n). Who are his parents?” Dean looked at the boy again, feeling uneasy from his stare. 

“I’m not allowed to say,” the boy repeated. 

Dean raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged. “We can’t just leave him outside. He said they were hunters, so we can at least trust that they’ll be back for him,” you sat down at the table.

“Yeah, maybe.” Dean scoffed. 

“What’s your name?” Sam finally spoke, his eyes soft with curiosity. 

The boy looked at Sam and a twinge of excitement flashed over him for a few moments. “My name is Jude!” He grinned. He went to say something else, but stopped himself. 

Sam returned the smile. “Okay Jude, did your parents say anything about how long you’ll be here? What made them decide to bring you to us?" 

Jude’s little brows furrowed as he thought for a while. "They said it was going to be a few days.” He rubbed his face in frustration, much like Dean does. “I’m not allowed to tell you how they know you.”

“It’s okay,” you put your hand on his shoulder, seeing that he was upset. “Are you hungry? Or thirsty?" 

"Can you make me my favorite?” Jude asked you. 

You stared at him. “And what’s your favorite?" 

"Oh, right.” Jude mumbled as he looked at the table. “I like grilled cheese." 

"I think I can manage that.” You smiled and went to stand up, but Jude stopped you. 

“I like it the way Da—Dean makes it.” His face flushed red as he glanced over at Dean. “Can you make it? Please?" 

Dean’s expression twisted into confusion. "Uh… yeah. Sure thing, kiddo. One grilled cheese coming right up.” He looked at Sam, who shrugged with the same confusion, and went to the kitchen. 

“Can I have an apple, too? Mom would get mad if I didn’t have something healthy,” Jude flushed red again. 

You laughed, “Sure, I’ll go cut one up for you.” You met Dean in the kitchen.
Jude sat back in his chair, swinging his legs as he looked at Sam. 

“So,” Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, “Your parents are hunters huh? What do they hunt?" 

"Bad things. Scary monsters.” Jude said nonchalantly. “But I’m not scared of them, Mom and Dad are great hunters and they said they’ll always protect me,” He added quickly.

Sam nodded. “Monsters. That must be how they know us,” he mumbled to himelf. “What do you do when they’re away?" 

"Sometimes my uncle stays with me, or a family friend. He’s like an uncle too.” Jude grinned, looking around at the bunker. “We play hide and seek, or pretend we’re fighting our own monsters, or we’ll play games until Mom and Dad get back." 

You and Dean returned from the kitchen with Jude’s food. You set some juice and the apple in front of him, and Dean slid the plate toward him. 

"Here you go, kiddo.” Dean smiled, “Hope you like it." 

Jude took a big bite out of the grilled cheese. "Oh yeah,” he said through a mouthful, “Awesome." 

You watched Jude for a while, realizing his mannerisms are very much like Dean’s and thought it was odd. He finished eating and yawned. 

"Tired, huh?” You smiled. 

“No,” Jude yawned again, then nodded defeatedly. “Yeah, maybe a little." 

"I’ll get your bag and you can go sleep in the guest room, how’s that?” Sam asked. Jude nodded and Sam showed him to his room. 

“That kid…” Dean said after they left.

“What is it?” You asked, hoping Dean had picked up on how the child was behaving. 

Dean contemplated for a while, then shook his head. “Nothing." 

Sam came back after a few moments of silence and sat at the table again. "He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Must have been an exhausting trip for the little guy." 

"I wonder where he came from?” You pondered. “He said something about 'in his time’.”

“Hm, probably just meant time zone.” Sam said, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice. With the things you’ve experienced and the stories the boys have told you, you weren’t surprised that Sam thought there was more to this situation than simple time zones. 

“What are we supposed to do with a kid? We have bigger fish to fry here." Dean disregarded the complexity of the conversation, focused on the now like he always does. 

"We obviously can’t take any cases at the moment, unless you two go and I stay here with Jude…” You mumbled, not quite liking that idea. You liked to hunt just as much as those two did. 

“We’ll all stay. We need a break anyway, don’t you think?” Sam looked at Dean, who grumbled in response. 

“Not sure how much of a break this will allow us.” Dean rubbed his face, then slapped the table. “But I guess we’ll figure something out." 

"He seems to be a nice kid. He’s not afraid, that’s for sure.” You recalled that when you were his age, strangers were a big no-no and you were to steer clear of them. But Jude seemed to have acted like he already knew the three of you…

“I’m gonna get this stuff cleaned up,” You stood up and gathered the dishes from the table. Maybe you would just clean the entire kitchen. You and the boys usually clean as you go, but It had been a busy week so the kitchen was needing some TLC. 

“Want some help, (Y/n)?” Dean stood up and took the dishes out of your arms.
You smiled, fighting back the blush that was threatening to show. “Yeah, sure.” The both of you went into the kitchen. 

“Oh man, we’ve been slacking I think,” Dean scanned the room. Dishes were piled up in the sink, pots and pans were still sitting on the stove.

“We’ve been busy, it happens.” You shrugged. “This isn’t as bad as it could be.” You pulled out your phone to get some music going, then set it on the counter. Dean was still standing there holding the plates and cup, looking at the mess as if he didn’t know where to start. You laughed and walked toward him. 

“Give me those,” You said playfully, reaching for the plates. Your hands ended up covering Dean’s, and for a moment the both of you froze and stared at each other. You couldn’t tell what Dean was thinking, but the grin that his lips started to curl into was giving you an idea. You bit your lip and broke away from his stare, getting the plates and taking them to the sink. You could feel Dean’s eyes burning into your back. 

“You gonna help me or just stand there like a lost puppy?” You smiled, looking down into the sink as you cleared it to fill it with hot, soapy water.  Dean cleared his throat and went to the stove to gather all of the pans, then set them next to the sink.

“You wash, I’ll dry?” He offered. You nodded, and Dean picked up a towel. The two of you stood there with your dish-washing assembly line for a few minutes, when all of a sudden…

“MOM! DAD!” Both of you jumped as you heard Jude cry out. 

“What the–” Dean said, looking at the doorway of the kitchen, as if that would allow him to see into the guest room. 

You dried off your hands. “We should probably see what’s going on…" 

You and Dean walked into the guest room to see Jude, the blankets pulled up to his chin. 

"Mom, I had a nightmare!” Jude cried. 

Dean looked at you, eyebrow raised. 

“What?” You stammered. 

“It was scary Mom… you died!” Jude was shaking, then looked at Dean. “And you couldn’t save her! You said you would protect her, Dad!" 

"What is going on here?” Dean walked toward Jude. “Hey, kiddo. We aren’t your parents." 

"But you are! Dad, you are!” Jude cried again. Sam was in the room at this point. 

“Dean…” Sam said, looking at Jude.

Then it dawned on you. Jude was your son. He was from the future. “In my time…” You recalled. 

“Oh God,” Dean mumbled, then looked at you. You didn’t know what to make of all of this. You didn’t know whether to laugh because you knew there was something familiar about Jude, or cry because of Dean’s reaction. Either way, this little boy was your son - or at least he will be - and he’s afraid. You went and sat next to him on the bed. 

“Jude, it was just a nightmare. Okay? As you can see, your dad and I are fine.” You looked up at Dean nervously. “We’re all fine. It was just a bad dream.” You hugged him, then kissed the top of his head. This was all so strange to you, but deep down you knew this was the right thing to do. 

Once Jude was calm, he drifted back to sleep. You quietly got off the bed and left the room, refusing to look at Dean. His reaction was expected, but it still hurt you for some reason. Maybe it was because you really liked Dean, and it seemed like rejection on his part. But that was illogical, and you knew that. He just wasn’t prepared for all of this. And frankly, neither were you. Kids weren’t on your agenda, at least not for a while. You wondered when it all happened, considering you weren’t even with Dean, and Jude had to have been at least eight years old. You went to your room, trying to sort everything out. 

“This may change everything, us knowing who he is,” Sam muttered, trying to research time travel. “There’s gotta be something here that will give us a better idea of how he got here." 

"That doesn’t matter, Sam.” Dean sat, face in his hands. “None of this matters. I think I hurt (Y/n)." 

"This is all so sudden, don’t be so hard on yourself man.” Sam glanced at his brother.  "We weren’t expecting this, you know.“ 

"Yeah but if he is my son… that means (Y/n) and I get together at some point.”
“How do you feel about that?” Sam asked. 

“I- I don’t know, Sammy. I kinda like it. But now that I know what the future holds, I feel like I have to do everything I can to make it happen. I just don’t know.” He shook his head. 

“Well the way I see it, if it’s meant to happen it will. In due time. There’s no need to feel pressured to do or be anything. Besides, future you sent Jude here for a reason, so maybe this is how you realize your feelings for (Y/n).”

Dean was quiet for a while. “This is just giving me a headache." 

"Focus on the now, Dean. Go see (Y/n), make sure she’s okay.” Sam nodded, encouraging him. 

Dean nodded in agreement and went to see you. “How are you, (Y/n)?” He asked after opening your door. 

“I don’t know Dean. How are you?” You looked at him grimly. 

“Somewhat confused, but I’ll be alright.” Dean sat next to you, then nudged your arm. “Seems like we make a nice kid in the future, though." 

"Yeah well…” You started, but Dean finished. 

“I like you, (Y/n). If I’m meant to have a son, I’m glad it’s going to be with you.” He smiled. “I mean, if you want…" 

You laughed, clearly relieved. "Well, not right now of course!”

“Eh, maybe not now. But we can practice, can’t we?” He winked, putting an arm around you. 

“I suppose so,” You laughed again. 

The next few days went well. You and Dean let Jude call you Mom and Dad, but you warned him not to speak too much of the future because you weren’t sure how it would affect things. 

Then one morning, there was a knock at the door. You stood up to go answer it, but Jude stopped you. 

“They said when they come get me, I have to go out there alone. They don’t want you to see them." 

"Yeah, guess that makes sense.” You nodded, looking at Dean. “Seems like something you would insist on." 

You helped Jude gather his things, and your heart felt heavy when it was time to say goodbye. Jude smiled. "Don’t worry Mom, I’ll see you soon!” He looked at Dean. “You too, Dad!" 

"You take care of them, kiddo.” Dean smiled with adoration, the corners of his eyes crinkled. 

Jude waved and went out the door. 

You and Dean both waited a few moments before rushing to the door to peak outside, just in time to see the back end of the Impala fade away. 

“Well, at least I know we will still have Baby,” Dean mused with a big grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

“He’s going to be great,” You mumbled against Dean’s chest, “Especially since he will have you as a father." 

"I bet his mom is smoking hot, too.” Dean chuckled.

Bad Guy

Hey. I absolutely love your blog. You got me obsessed with fan fiction. Can u do a sisfic where she gets maybe raped and abused by her boyfriend or a monster. And the brothers find her cut and broad and they get super pissed and protective and idk somthing at the end? Thank you


This is not how you imagined it. You always imagined that you were going to have the perfect guy for you, and run away from the hunter’s life and have a normal life.

This is not what happened.

What really happened is that you got the worse guy you could get. You met him at school, it was your last year and the last school you would go. You even went to prom with him, he was sweet, cute and caring. Even your brothers approved him, they met him and had a long talk, and they had as a conclusion he was good for you.

They still think so, but not you. Not at all.

Once you finished high school, you continued to see him, he went off to college, but not you. You didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life, you still don’t really know. Also, Sam and Dean both think you are going to become a badass hunter.

You kept seeing him, going at his home and you could spend some time with him. Though, one day he just changed. He became angry at anything and would never smile at you, not the same way he did. You asked the questions, about if he is okay, each time he would start yelling at you. Then, started the hits. Then, he started, forcing you.

It wasn’t the first time you had sex with him, you actually did it a lot of times, but now you didn’t feel it. You didn’t want to, but he wanted, so you had to too. You tried to say no, but he would get violent and you just had to let him do it.

Today, you and your brothers found the bunker, about a week ago. So you are now staying locked up, healing of your last visit to your boyfriend. Sam and Dean were asking questions about him, when he would come, but you would just respond that he has a lot of work. Sam, who went to college, understood. Not Dean.

The beating and rapped were worse now and you stopped thinking about going to college, scared as hell to be closer to him. You want to break up with him, but you are too scared of his reaction.

“Hey, (Y/N)” Dean called out knocking on your door “we’re leaving for a hunt”.

“Comin’” you answered in a small voice.

Sitting in a corner of the room, you wipe your tears and stay seated, taking a few breaths.

“You okay?” Dean asked, his voice full of worry.

“Yes, Dean” you answered in the same small voice.

“Oh cut the shit” he opens your door and softens seeing you sitting in the cornor, your legs up to your chest “talk, now”.

“Talk about what?” You asked getting up.

“(Y/N), you’ve been acting strange. I didn’t want to say anything… knowing you would come to me if something is wrong… like you always do, but you didn’t. And I don’t like seeing you like this”.

“Like what?” You asked innocently.

“You’re a mess!” He exclaimed pointing at you “your thinner, you look tired and you don’t talk anymore”.

“Well, maybe I don’t-“

“Don’t get an excuse” he sighs “tell me the truth”.

Sam enters the room, eyeing the both of you, knowing that something is wrong.

“Hey, I heard you screaming” Sam told Dean “what is it?”

“Our little sister isn’t telling us the truth about what’s going on with her” Dean simple answered.

“(Y/N)” Sam said walking towards you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you jerk away, a scared expression on your face. You instantly regret your move, knowing that your brothers will suspect something.

“Whoa, I’m not gonna hurt you” he said “sit down, and please, talk to us. We can’t help if you don’t talk”.

“What do you want me to say? I’m fine”.

“No, you aren’t”.

You sigh, sitting down on your bed.

“If… if I tell you… please don’t get mad at me” you pleaded your eyes filling with tears “please…”

“We promise” Dean said, leaning on your desk, facing you with his arm crossed.

“It started after I finished high school…”

You trailed off, telling them everything, skipping the rape part, too ashamed that you didn’t fight off. The whole time, Dean stared, no emotion. Sam, he passed a hand on your back, listening.

“That…. that’s it” you said feeling a tear slip on your face.

“God…” Sam whispered “I…”

“I’m gonna kill him” Dean said standing straight “I’m gonna torture him and then kill him, slower than the torture”.

“Dean” Sam warned and brings back his attention to you “that’s it?”

“Yeah” you lied.

“No, no, no, no” Dean said crouching in front of you, grabbing your hands “he did something else, did he?”

You stare at him in complete shock.

“What did he do?” Sam asked.

“He…” you start sobbing, face staring at the floor so your hair can hide your tears “he… forced…”

“He raped you?” Sam asked in horror.

The word makes you flinch, giving the answer to your brothers.

“We need to find him and give him a lesson” Dean growled getting out of the room.

You just continue to cry in your brothers arms.

A week later. You never though that in a simple week everything would change. First off, you aren’t with your boyfriend anymore, Sam and Dean went with you and you kill him.

He was a shapeshifter, he was killed since the day you finished school. That was the hardest part to take in, though you were happy. You know till the last moment, he loved you.

“Hey, kiddo” Sam sits next to you at the kitchen table “you okay?”

“Yeah” you answered with a small smile “I’m happy it’s all over… I can’t believe I didn’t see it…”

“It wasn’t your fault” Dean said entering the room “he was a good guy… he was unlucky and got killed by a shapeshifter who wanted revenge on us”.

“I miss him” you sobbed.

Sam takes you in him arms, passing his hand in your hair whispering comforting words in your ear.

“It’s over now” Dean said “you’re safe. And the next guy you bring in will have to past every monster test”.

You laugh, closing your eyes and seeing the smiling boy you love.

Reunion Special

Title: Reunion Special

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: May I please have an imagine where I went to high school with Sam and we had a crush on each other, but one day I ‘disappear ’ and years later he’s on a hunt that I’m working on as well and fluff?? I love your blog so much and it would be really cool if you could, but it’s cool if you don’t want to

Warnings: Fighting, Disappearance, (I think that’s it, message me if you find any more!)

Based On: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

Word Count: 2302

A/N: Sooooo, incredibly sorry this took so long to get out! Let me know what my Little Angels think!

Sam was shaking his leg as his eyes darted over to the clock that seemed to make time stop every time he looked at it. Come on, come on! He thought to himself. Hurry up and be over with Biology, so I don’t miss her! He grumbled angrily in is mind. Five more agonizingly slow minutes later the final bell rang and Sam quick as a flash with his long moose legs was out of there before the teacher could assign homework. Walking pass a couple who was making out up against a locker, another holding hands, and one doing that awkward spoon-waddle couples do, made Sam feel well, A) A little grossed out by all the mushy stuff that being a “Macho Hunter” has trained him to hate. And B) A little bit empty, he longed for someone to feel that way for him, for someone to not be able to breath when he’s there, but someone liking him like that? No. Impossible. Never. He could dream though, couldn’t he? A normal life, with the girl of his dreams, a couple kids, white picket fence and all that stuff that would probably never happen.

“Sam! Over here!” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. His head shakes as if clearing out the thoughts that distracted him from your presence. Looking up, he sees you waving him over to your locker, a bright smile on your face. Pushing through a few people in the crowded halls to get to you, he reaches your locker with his heart hammering in his chest at the close proximity between the two of you. A plan was formulated in his head, the spring dance was coming up and he was dying to ask you out. Gathering up his courage, and taking a deep breath, he begins to ask the question that’s been killing him inside and yet keeping him alive for weeks.

“S-so, uh, (Y/N) the umm, the spring ball is, uh, is-” He stutters losing confidence after the first syllable was uttered.

“Sam,” He looks up at you, preparing himself for the rejection. “I would love to go to the spring dance with you.” A sharp intake of breath can be heard from Sam, as he stares blankly at you. Snapping out of his daze, his eyes have a spark in them that looks like something akin to new hope. Pulling you into a bone crushing hug that lifts you off the ground, you begin to laugh at his antics a wide grin plastered on your face, you never thought in your wildest dreams that he would ever ask you out and to the dance no less.“Sam, I hate to be the one to break up the hug, but my mom’s probably waiting for me.” You say a little disappointed that his arms being wrapped around you had to end do so soon. Sam releases you from his grip, a shy smile playing on his lips as he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. You let out a giggle your hand going to cover your mouth. “Pick me up at eight on Saturday?”

“Saturday at eight.” He confirms.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You call out to him as you walk backwards away from him, before turning and running toward the school doors. When you make it to the parking lot, your hands curl up into fists, coming up to your face beginning to shake in anticipation as a girlish giggle shriek escapes your lips. Your mother’s car is waiting for you out in the parking lot, it doesn’t take long to find after all, who else in this town owns a turquoise 1969 Plymouth Road Runner Hemi. On the way to her car you notice a Black 1963 Impala, a guy who must’ve been in his 20′s was sitting inside bobbing his head up and down to whatever music was playing. Your mother honks the horn to bring you out of your staring. Opening the car door you toss your bag into the back seat, you pull on your seat belt, and let out a relaxed breath.

“Alright Kiddo, everything’s packed and ready to go!” Oh no. Whenever she used that phrasing, it mean that you were moving to a new town.

“What? Mom, we can’t go yet! Can’t we just wait till Sunday? I have a date!”

“Sorry Sugar, we have a case, something’s been terrorizing a small town in Cincinnati, Ohio” You huff in exasperation. Why couldn’t she let some other hunters handle it! Turning away from her to look out the window, you notice a certain mop of brown hair getting into the black impala from before, you give him a small wave as a final goodbye.

Sam looked for you at school the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. He was getting worried, you weren’t one to miss school. He was so worried that he even stopped by your house on the fourth day you were missing, to see if you were sick, only to find your house completely vacant. No one at your high school ever heard from you again. A few weeks later, Sam had to move away.

The years passed by both of your lives had been hectic. Your mother had passed away two years earlier from a heart condition, since then you’ve been hunting on your own. While Sam dealt with his crazy family. A hunt popped up in your old town, people who had been working on your ten year high school reunion have begun to disappear. You received an invite a few days ago, how they found you, you’ll never know. A sigh escapes your lips at the prospect of going back to your old school, but who else is going to save the people. A certain long haired Winchester pops into your mind, eh he probably hates you for standing him up to the dance all those years ago. You flop back down on the motel bed in exasperation.

Meanwhile, in a motel room a few states over.

“Sam, I’m telling you, it’s the only way!” Dean replies to Sam’s persistent arguing.

“Ugh, fine. But you have to go to.” Sam insists. Gathering up their stuff into Duffel bags the boys head out, eventually finding a motel room on the edge of town.

The night of the reunion came far quicker than you would have liked. The worst part of this whole reunion, you know besides the monster killing people, was most definitely the theme, prom. They just had to choose prom, that meant you had to buy a dress with the money you were saving to get a few new car parts with.

So, there you were standing outside the gymnasium in a long, strapless, dark blue dress that hugged your curves, with silver rhinestones decorating the neckline. Smoothing out your dress, and fixing your hair in your compact mirror, you take a deep breath. Placing your compact in your black clutch, next to the silver knife and Tupperware full of lamb’s blood, you push through the doors, unknowingly catching the attention of a 6'4 Winchester.

Quickly going off to the side, hoping to avoid being noticed, that’s all you need for the old popular girls to get their hooks into you. Oh, they made your life Hell. Your gaze travels around the room, might as well do some people watching while you wait for the monster to show itself, you spot two men conversing by the punch bowl, the taller one has his back to you. The shorter one seems to notice your staring, and hits the moose like one in the arm, jerking his head in your general direction. It’s at this moment where you wish you could vanish into the wall, as the taller one turns his head, and you realize it’s Sam Winchester the guy who made your heart race all those years ago, and his gaze on you seems to still have the same effect on you. And oh, God, he’s coming this way!

“Uh, hi, I’m Sam, Sam Winchester.” He introduces himself

“Oh, I know who you are Sam, and I have a feeling that once I introduce myself you’re going to hate me.” You reply covering your eyes with your hand, glad for the dim lighting in the gym, so he wouldn’t he able to see your scarlet cheeks. A confused look spread across Sam’s face, there was something familiar about you, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?” He asks in amusement.

“Well, let’s see: I had a crush on you back in the day, I’m pretty sure you had a crush on me, You asked me out to the spring dance senior year, I said yes only to never show…” A sliver a recognition crosses his features, before a small grin can be found on his face.

“Wait a minute… No, it can’t be… (Y/N)?” A laugh escapes your lips. He remembered you!

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“I-I don’t believe it! And to clear a little thing up, I was never mad at you, I was a little worried since we were friends, I mean your house was empty, and as far as I know no one ever heard from you again. To tell you the truth, I’m surprised you’re even here!“ He exclaims. You suppress a giggle by covering your mouth with your hand.

“You and me both.”

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you disappear?”

“Uh, my mom had to move f-for uh, work.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

A slow song begins to play, as wives grab their husband’s hands, dragging them to the dance floor. A sly smirk is etched on your lips, as you run a hand down Sam’s arm.

“You know… We never did get that dance.” A small chuckle leaves his lips as he guides you to the dance floor. You place your arms around his neck. His hands go to your waist, as you begin to sway to the music. The lyrics begin, and you start whispering them.

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

Your head is resting on Sam’s chest, while his chin is on the top of your head.

“For a thousand years, huh?” Sam mumbles the question, before he can really think about it.

“And a thousand more…” The lights go out completely in the gym, causing mummers to rise from the surrounding crowd. A realization passes through you both, that this must be the Djin you were hunting. You mutter an excuse about going to the ladies room, while Sam says he’s going to go see what’s wrong with the lights.

As quickly as you can in heels you rush out the doors, grabbing your black clutch from the table where you left it. Taking a prowling stance, you pen your purse, grabbing the container on lamb’s blood, and the silver knife, before stuffing your bag under your arm. You dip the blade in the blood, replacing everything in your bag, before proceeding with caution.

You follow the hallways down to the basement. Trying to make as little noise as possible while stepping down the stairs. Halfway down the steps, you stop and grab a flashlight from your purse. The dank, dark room had water dripping from the ceiling, leaving a small puddle in its wake. A shadowy figure crept up behind you, unnaturally sparkling blue eyes, glowing in the pool of dark water. You spin around, knocking the Djin’s hand away from your face. A swift punch to your gut knocks the wind out of you, making you fall on your back, the knife sliding away from your hand. The Djin makes a grab for you, you roll away from him and grab the blade off the ground. Standing up, you dodge a blow, and stab him in the stomach. He falls to the floor dead, as two sets of footsteps come rushing down the stairs. The light flicker back on, you look up from the body at your feet, to see Sam and the man you had seen him talking to earlier staring at bewildered.

“Uh…” Is the only thing that comes out of your mouth. “I-I can explain, you see I, uh, I-I don’t have a good answer, shit.” You return your gaze to the two men, to see them holding back grins. You all erupt into a fit a laughter, yours more nervous than anything.

“So, you’re a hunter too?” Sam asks after you all calm down.

“Yeah, I guess we have more in common than I thought Sam.” You reply chuckling. You both begin gazing at each other, heart rates in sync.

“Uh, I’ll go dispose of the body.” Dean states, though its barely notice by you and Sam. As if in a trance you walk closer to one another, his arms go around your waist, your hands go up to his neck to pull him closer. His lips capture yours in a sweet and gentle kiss. Your hands go up to his hair, running your fingers through it, as his grip on your waist tightens, as if he can’t get enough of you. Breaking away for air, you look into his hazel eyes, a smile, unable to contain itself finds its way onto your lips.

“Its safe to say that this is the best reunion ever.”