Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Ten/Finale)
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
Masterlist for the other parts of this story
There was comfortable silence between you and Jughead as the two of you walked hand in hand together down the street. Your feet were cold on the gravel, your heels forgotten and swinging from your free hand. You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care. The dance was forgotten about although you could still hear the faint music. You were with Jughead. That was the only thing that mattered. Every now and then you would sneak a peek at the raven-haired teen. You tried to memorize the way the moonlight bounced off him. The way he smiled at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Everything.
Suddenly, Jughead stopped and turned to look at you.
“Okay, close your eyes.” he said.
You rose your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes.
“Trust me.” he said, smiling.
You sighed but closed your eyes nonetheless.
“Making me the next Jason Blossom?” you joked.
He began to lead you off the gravel road and soon enough your feet felt the hard ground turn to grass.
“Over here.” Jughead said.
Eventually he stopped.
“Can I open my eyes now?” you asked.
“Not yet. Take a seat first,”
You sighed again and sat down, putting your shoes next to you. You heard Jughead sit next to you and felt his warm palms on your shoulders.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “Open them,”
You opened your eyes.
As you looked around, you saw that the two of you were in the middle of the park, surrounded by swing sets and jungle gyms and money bars.
You looked up and your mouth dropped open.
The sky, which had previously been covered by trees as you walked in the street had opened up, revealing the beautiful night sky. The full moon shone brightly and there were millions upon million of stars to be seen.
“Not bad, huh?” Jughead asked as he removed his hands from your shoulders.
You looked at the beaming boy whose face was inches away from yours.
“It’s beautiful.” you said.
Jughead smiled shyly before he leaned in, kissing you softly. You smiled into the kiss as your arms wrapped around Jughead’s arm, your fingers running over the few black locks of hair resting on Jughead’s neck that had escaped from his beanie. He stopped kissing you when a sudden gust of wind hit your bare arms making you shiver. Jughead frowned as he looked at you.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“No, I’m fine,” you said. “It’s just—”
You were cut off when you saw Jughead quickly taking his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders.
You smiled as him as you pulled the warm fabric closer to you.
“Thank you.” you mumbled.
Jughead smirked and draped his arm around you. The two of you lied down and you snuggled into the younger teen’s warm chest, Jughead’s arm pulling you closer to him. The two of you looked up at the night sky, looking up at the sky.
You didn’t know how long you laid there for before Jughead spoke again.
“What’s her name?” Jughead asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Jughead looked panicked.
“I, uh, I-I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he rambled, convinced he had ruined everything. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said—”
To his surprise, you giggled, cutting him off.
You changed your position so you were facing him, your elbow supporting your head as you rested it on your fist. Jughead mimicked your position, watching you warily.
“It’s okay,” you said. “After what you said to me earlier, um, I feel like it’s easier to talk about. Still hard, yeah. But it’s easier,” you said.
“Her name is Lily,” you said. “Her father… he used to get me flowers. Almost everyday. He’d go outside and pick a whole bunch of them for me. They were lilies. He, um, passed away before Lily was born and I guess I just wanted to find a way to connect her name to him. Even if she would never know who he was. Or who I am for that matter.”
Jughead’s eyes widened.
“I-I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t know he died.”
You smiled softly at him.
“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “It’s… been a while. The ache never really goes away but I’m making my way. One day at a time.”
Jughead nodded again.
“Do your brothers—”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “They don’t know about Lily. Castiel, you know, the one always wearing that trench coat; he knows. He helped me run away and kept me hidden unless Lily was born.”
Jughead’s eyes widened.
““Hidden?”” he repeated. “From what?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, Y/N, it does,” Jughead said. “Are you in danger?”
You sighed, tried to figuring out a way to phrase your job.
Hey, Jughead, I kinda sorta kill monsters for a living, and I’ve occasionally fought the Devil himself. No big deal. Oh, and my dead boyfriend was killed by a rogue angel using my brother’s body as a vessel.
You shook your head again.
“No,” you said.
Not immediate danger.
“I told you how I had kind of a weird job, right?”
“Well… sometimes that job’s dangerous,”
Sometimes? Try all the time.
“There are thi— people out there who want to hurt me,” you corrected yourself. “But it’s okay. It’s part of the job. Besides, my brothers have my back. So does Castiel.”
“Jughead, please don’t worry,” you nearly begged. “I’m okay, alright?”
Jughead looked like he wanted to say more. And he did. He wanted to beg you to tell him everything. To stay with him and Archie so they could protect you from whatever wanted to hurt you. But as he looked into your pleading eyes, he melted and couldn’t say anything else.
“Okay.” he said hoarsely.
You let out a sigh of relief once you realized Jughead wasn’t going to press you further. The two of you lied back down and you snuggled back into Jughead’s chest, closing your eyes. The silence returned but Jughead felt tense under you. Like he wanted to say something else.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” he suddenly asked softly.
You froze in his arms, eyes opening as you looked at his sad expression.
“I, uh, saw your brothers in Pop’s the other day. I, um, decided to eavesdrop a little bit. Thought I could maybe find out how you were doing. Instead I heard them talking about going home or something.” he said.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly.
“Yeah,” you said quietly. “We leave tomorrow.”
You heard Jughead give a defeated exhale.
“W-Will I ever see you again? I can still text you, right?” he asked weakly.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you slowly shook your head.
“I—Jughead, I wish. It won’t—It can’t—” you stopped before you began to cry.
You would never see Jughead again. He wouldn’t be able to contact you. Texting someone from a different universe? It was impossible.
“If you don’t want to see me—”
“No!” you exclaimed. “Jughead, I…”
You felt tears rolling down your face.
“I-I love you,” you said.
Jughead’s eyes widened at your confession.
“I love you,” you said again. “I never thought I could love someone the way I love you again. I don’t want to leave. But it’s my home. Everything I know is there. Family, friends, my life. And I can’t just leave it. I-I need you to understand that.”
Jughead was silent as he contemplated your words. and you got more and more nervous as the silence stretched on and on.
What if this was it? What if he just got up and left? What if he didn’t understand? What if he decided—
Jughead’s lips crashing against yours snapped you out of your thoughts. The freshly fallen tears on his cheeks mixed with yours and you could taste salt. You immediately kissed him back roughly, your teeth clacking together. But neither of you cared. When you pulled away for air, you were filled with relief when you saw Jughead smiling softly at you despite the tears in his eyes.
“I love you, too.” he said.
There were no more words to be spoken. He understood.
“Just… do me a favor, okay?” Jughead asked.
You nodded as you turned around to face the teen.
Jughead had walked you all the way back to the motel. He offered to get the car and drive you home but you declined. The more time you could spend with Jughead the better. You had walked hand in hand the entire way back. You talked about your favorite moments together, teasing each other with your little inside jokes, and had even stopped for a quick milkshake at Pop’s. One last time.
“Tell your brothers. About Lily,”
Your opened your mouth to protest but you were cut off by Jughead again.
“Please,” he said. “You’ll feel a lot better. And I know they’ll listen to you and help you out. I’ve seen the way they look at you. They look terrified. Like they think you’re gonna leave again without any warning. Y/N, I don’t think they’ll be able to handle that again.”
You let out a shaky sigh.
“Just talk to them. Please?” Jughead asked.
“Okay,” you said. “When we get home, I’ll talk to them.”
Jughead let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” he whispered.
You gave a small smile to the teen.
“I, um,” you began, unsure of what to say. “I guess I’ll see you around, Mr. Jones.”
Jughead smirked as he took a step closer to you.
“I’ll see you around, Ms. Winchester.” he said softly.
He dipped down, capturing your lips in one last passionate kiss. You kissed back with just as much fervor, neither of you wanting this moment to end. When you finally pulled away, the two of you looked at each other sadly. Jughead began to back away, eyes never leaving yours.
“Goodbye.” he said softly.
Tears welled in your eyes again.
“Bye.” you said back, watching him as he turned around, beginning the walk back to the school.
You closed the door, back sliding down on it. You dropped your shoes next to you and looked at the clock.
You needed to get to bed. You had to be up bright and early tomorrow. Willing yourself not to cry again, you took a deep breath again and got under your covers, not caring you were still wearing your dress or makeup.
The next day. 12 pm.
Jughead Jones sat at his usual booth at Pop’s, staring at his computer. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he could seem to get any words out. He looked down at his phone, debating about what he should do. You were gone. He had tried to visit your motel room around noon only to find everything gone. There was no trace of you or the others. You had just… disappeared. It was like you were never there.
Eventually deciding he had nothing to lose, he typed a quick message to you before sending it out, taking a deep breath.
A guy could try, right?
Across a million billion trillion universes, you settled into one of the chairs in the Bunker, smirking at Dean as he strutted around the main area.
“Ah, it’s good to be back!” Dean exclaimed as he took a swig of beer.
Sam chuckled while Castiel just looked at the eldest Winchester blankly.
After transporting back to your universe, the four of you were now back home after you finally killed the witch who transported you there. You wished that your brothers wouldn’t have to kill her but once you found out she was terrorizing the rest of the town and killing more and more people, you had to put a stop to it.
Your phone’s screen lighting up made you look down at it.
(1) New message from Mr. Jones
Your heartbeat quickened.
Could it be?
You reached for the phone before you stopped yourself. Despite the fact that you were dying to, you didn’t dare open the message. Not yet. Jughead’s words from the night before resonated in your head and you took a deep breath. You had something to do first.
“Hey, guys?” you asked.
The three men turned to you.
“I, um, I have something to tell you.”
Chuck smiled as he watched you and Jughead each in your respective universes.
“Father…” an angel beside him began. “Pardon me for questioning you, but why have you allowed contact via technology between the Winchester girl and Jones boy? They live in different universes. How will they ever see each other again?”
Chuck’s smile didn’t falter.
“They’ll find a way. It’s what Winchesters and Joneses do.”
A/N: That’s it! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I originally was going to have a much more angsty ending, but I just couldn’t do it (and I love writing angst!)
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