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The Imaginary Friend

Ship: Chuck Shurley x Original Female Character

Summary: Ranger Winchester has spent her whole life immersed in the world of monsters, so the last thing she questions is being able to talk to a voice in her head. What happens when Ranger, Sam, and Dean are on a case, and she meets the owner of the voice she’s heard all her life?

As of 2022, this fic is discontinued. That being said though, never say never!

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 24)

It was a few hours later as Chuck and I were sitting in his living room watching TV when he asked.

“Do you ever think about, you know, leaving hunting?” asked Chuck. The show we had been watching was finished and he had turned off the TV.

“Is that really possible?” I asked, turning to him.

“Is that a yes?” asked Chuck. I sighed, not really sure what to say.

“I don’t know, maybe. I just, never really had a reason to leave it before, you know? I, it’s my brothers. I just have always been taught to stay with my family.”

Chuck looked down at his lap, clearly hesitant on what he wanted to say next.

“What, what about me?” asked Chuck.

“What do you mean?”

“I just, you said you never had a reason to leave before… what about me?”

“Are, are you asking me to leave hunting? Leave my brothers behind?” I asked surprised. I know Chuck wanted me to be safe but I didn’t expect this.

Chuck stood up, pacing as he turned back to me.

“No, not really. Um. I don’t know. It’s just, Red, think about it. The past few weeks that you’ve been here have been the best few weeks I’ve ever had, and I know you feel the same.”

I stood up, walking until I stood in front of him.

“You’re not wrong, Blue. I’m not going to deny that. But, I just can’t leave my brothers.” I said.

“I know, I know. I don’t know. I guess I’m just saying that if a moment were to come, it’s an option. I guess I’m just saying I’m giving you the option.” said Chuck. He leaned down, kissing the top of my head.

All of a sudden, I felt a buzz in my back pocket from my phone. I took it out, a new text from Dean.

FROM: DEAN

Poughkeepsie

An address was typed at the bottom, oddly close to where I was now. I knew what it meant;

Drop everything and run.

I sighed, leaning my head against Chuck’s chest.

“You gotta go?” asked Chuck, not surprised at all.

“Yeah, I do.” I looked up at him.

“I’ll call you when I can, okay? So, so we can finish talking about this.”

“Calling? That’s a new one considering.”

“Yeah, well, somethings deserve to be said aloud.” I kissed him, not knowing when I’d be able to again.

“I love you, Blue.”

“I love you too.”

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“Look what the cat dragged in.” said Sam as I walked into the hotel room Dean had texted me a few hours before.

“Hello to you, too, Sam.” I said. I don’t know what I expected honestly.

“C’mon Range it’s not like we haven’t seen you in weeks or anything. Right Dean?” said Sam.

Dean sighed looking at me.

“Sam compared to how she looked when she left and now, I’m not gonna question it.” said Dean.

“Are you okay though?” asked Dean.

“I’m, I’m better.” I said, honestly.

“That’s all I care about.” I gave my brother a grateful look as I turned to Castiel. Dean had called and filled me in on what was happening when I was driving.

“So, Really? Anna? I don’t believe it.” I said, desperately trying to change the subject.

“It’s true.” said Cas.

“So, she’s gone all Glenn Close, huh? That’s awesome.” I said with a laugh.

“Who’s Glenn Close?” asked Cas.

Dean stood up, walking closer to Sam.

“No one, just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits.”

“So, the plan to kill me, would it actually stop Satan?” asked Sam.

“No, Sam, come on.” said Dean.

Sam glanced at the two of us before looking back at Castiel.

“Cas, what do you think? Does Anna have a point?” asked Sam.

Cas took a moment, glancing at the three of us.

“No. She’s, uh, Glenn Close.”

“I don’t get it,” I said, “We’re looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam.”

“Why poke the bear?” asked Dean.

“Anna will keep trying. She won’t give up until Sam is dead. So, we kill her first.” Cas poured oil into the bowl sitting on the table.

“Zod ah ma ra la ee est la gi ro sa.”

Suddenly the bow shot red flame out of it, Castiel stepped back as he leaned against the chair.

“I found her.”

“Where is she?” asked Dean.

“Not where. When. It’s 1978.”

“What?” asked Sam.

“Good God, we’re going to have to time travel again, aren’t we?” I said, leaning my head into my hand.

“Why 1978? I wasn’t even born yet.” said Sam.

“You won’t be if she kills your parents.” said Cas.

That stopped all of us in surprise.

“What?” asked Sam, voice quivering.

“Anna can’t get to you because of me. So, she’s going after them.” said Cas.

“Take us back right now.” said Dean.

“And deliver you right to Anna? I should go alone.”

“They’re our parents. Cas, we’re going.” I said.

“It’s not that easy.” said Cas, walking a few steps away.

“Why not?” asked Sam.

“Time travel was difficult even with the powers of heaven at my disposal.”

“Which got cut off.” said Sam.

“So, what, you’re like a DeLorean without enough plutonium?” asked Dean.

“I don’t understand that reference. But I’m telling you, taking this trip, with passengers no less, it will weaken me.”

I suddenly remembered that vision I had before with Dean and Michael, who was using our dad as a vessel. We had to go.

“We have to go, Cas. Trust me. I’ve seen it already.” I said, hoping he’d here me.

Dean walked towards Cas.

“They’re our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna… I mean if we can set things right, we have to try.” Cas glanced over at me, I just nodded in response.

We were going back.

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“Ready?” asked Cas. It was hours later and we were all ready to go.

“Not really.” said Sam.

“Bend your knees.” said Dean.

“Yeah,” I said, “what Dean said.”

All of a sudden, Sam, Dean, and I stood in a middle of a street, jumping out of the way just in time for a car to pass by.

“Did we make it?” asked Sam.

Dean and I looked around, taking in the sights around us.

“Unless they’re bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I’d say yes.” said Dean.

I took a look around, suddenly spotting Castiel slumped against a car.

“Cas?” I asked, running towards him.

“Take it easy, take it easy. Are you alright?” asked Dean and we picked the angel up.

“I’m fine. I’m much better than I expected.” said Castiel. As soon as we tried to pick him up more, he spat out blood.

“He’s breathing,” I said, putting my hand near his mouth, “What do we do?”

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Sam, Dean, and I pulled up to the address we had found in the phone book for our parents, the earlier version of the impala sitting right outside. Sam jumped right out.

“Sam. Sam. Wait, wait, wait, wait.” said Dean as he and I quickly followed our younger brother.

“Guys, Anna could be here any second.”

“What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell ‘em?” asked Dean.

“Uh, the truth.”

“What, that their kids are back from the future to save them from an angel?” asked Dean. “Gone Terminator? Come on. Those movies haven’t even come out yet.”

“Well, then tell her demons are after ‘em. I mean, she thinks you two are hunters, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, “hunters who disappeared right when her dad died. She’s gonna love us.”

The three of us stood silent until Dean spoke up.

“Just follow my lead.” said Dean, leading the two of us to the front door.

You could see the surprise on her face the second the door opened.

“Hi, Mary.” said Dean and I at the same time.

“You can’t be here.” said Mary, the younger version of our mother stood before us.

“I’m sorry if this is a bad time.” I said.

“You don’t understand. I’m not, I don’t do that anymore. I have a normal life. You have to go.” she moved in to close the door before Dean stopped her.

“I’m sorry, but this is important, okay?”

Suddenly the sound of a throat clearing could be heard as the door swung open, the younger John Winchester appearing next to Mary. Both younger versions of our parents stood before us.

“Sorry, sweetie, they’re just…”

“Mary’s cousins.” I said quickly, cutting her off.

“Yeah,” said Dean, “we couldn’t stop through town without swinging by and saying ‘hey’, now, could we?” He held out his hand to our dad.

“Dean.”

“You two look familiar.” said John, obviously recognizing the two of us from our previous trip back in time.

“Really? Yeah, you do too actually, you know? We must have met sometime. Small towns, right? Got to love ‘em.” I said.

“I’m John.”

John reached out his hand to shake, it wasn’t until I nudged Sam that he took it.

“This is Sam.” I said.

“Sam. Uh, Mary’s father was a Sam.”

“Uh, it’s a-it’s a family name.” said Dean.

“You okay, pal? You look a little spooked.” asked John, realizing Sam hadn’t let go of his hand.

Sam dropped his hand. “Oh. Oh, yeah. Just a…long trip.” Dean and I nodded in agreance .

“Well, Sam, Dean, and Ranger were just on their way out.” said Mary.

“What? They just got here. Real happy to meet folks from Mary’s side. Please, come on in for a beer.” said John as he leads us inside.

“Twist my arm.”

“So, how are you guys related?” asked John as we were all sitting in the living room.

“You know, uh, distantly.” said Dean.

“Oh. So, you knew Mary’s parents?”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Mary’s dad was, uh, pretty much like a grandpa to us.” I said.

“Oh. That was tragic- that heart attack.” said John.

Dean and I remembered every minute of the last time we were here. It was definitely not a heart attack.

“So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?” asked John.

“Uh, business, you know.” said Dean.

“Oh, yeah? What line of work?”

Sam and I spoke up at the exact same time.

“Plumbing.”

“Scrap metal.”

Mary jumped to her feet.

“Oh, gosh. It’s almost seven. I hate to be rude, but I got to get dinner ready.”

“Maybe they could stay.” said John.

“I’m sure they have to leave.”

“Uh, look, please stay,” said John, turning to the three people he had no idea were his children, “You know, it would mean a lot to me. I haven’t met much of Mary’s side of the family.” said John. He stood up, leaving the room to answer a ringing phone.

“You have to leave. Now.” said Mary, turning to us.

“Okay, just listen-.” she cut Dean off before he could continue.

“No, you listen. Last time I saw the two of you, a demon killed my parents. Now you three waltz in here like you’re family? Whatever you want-no. Leave me alone.”

“You and John are in danger.” said Sam.

“What are you talking about?”

“Something’s coming for you.” I said.

“Demon?”

“Not exactly.” said Dean.

“Well, what, then?” asked Mary, her frustration growing by each second.

“It’s kind of hard to explain, okay? It’s-it’s-.” Sam cut Dean off.

“An angel.”

Mary laughed. “What? There’s no such thing.”

“I wish.” said Dean. “But they’re twice as strong as demons. And bigger dicks.”

“Why would an angel want to kill us?”

“It’s a long story.” I said. “And we’ll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you’ve got to trust us, and we got to go. Look at my face and tell me if I’m lying to you.” I said.

“Okay. Where do we go?”

“Out of here. We got to move now, though.” said Dean.

“Okay. But what do I tell John?” asked Mary.

“Tell him-.” I cut myself off before finishing, just now realizing how long it had been since John had been in the room with us.

“John?” I asked, directing myself to the kitchen.

The four of us walked through the hallway before Mary found the note on the phone saying John had left.

It wasn’t until we found ourselves fighting Anna in a mechanics garage that we really realized how bad it was.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 19)

Chapter 18

A/N: This is short. I’m sorry. It’s been a few weeks. *wipes sweat*

“Get her to the couch, come on!” yelled Dean. Sam was close behind him, carrying me. Cas had taken us right back to Bobby’s.

“Ah!” I yelled. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I tossed in pain, trying to make it go away. My arms were bright red.

“Cas man you got to do something!” said Sam. He and Dean kneeled in front of me, now with me on the couch. I looked at my brothers; I didn’t even know what to do.

Cas reached over, laying his hand on my forehead.

“Ahh!” I screamed again, Cas’s touch just making it hurt worse. It burned.

“I can’t heal anything. The powers of an archangel, even a fallen one, surpass me greatly. I’m just making it worse.” said Castiel.

“What do you mean? It’s Lucifer how much damage could he have possibly done?!” yelled Dean.

“He set her blood to boiling.” said Cas.

“Tell me how I can help you.” I looked over at Cas.

“How am I supposed to know?!” I yelled, out loud, not really meaning to. Crap.

Sam and Dean turned to Cas, confused. All of a sudden, the skin on my arm tore, blood rushing down. That’s when it hit me.

Gabriel.

“GABRIEL!” I yelled out in my head.

“Gabriel!” I yelled again. “Agh!” I gripped the bleeding spot on my arm, trying to contain the pain.

“GABRIEL!” I yelled out again. Sam and Dean looked around, oblivious on to why I was calling out the name of the Archangel.

“Ranger?” I looked up; Gabriel was standing in the far corner, behind Sam, Dean, Bobby, and Cas.

“They can’t see me, what happened?” Gabriel now stood at the end of the bed.

“You were right, Lucifer, I shouldn’t have gone. Agh!” Gabriel’s eyes went wide, snapping his fingers.

“What the hell.” said Dean, turning his head towards Gabriel. He had made himself visible to everyone else.

“Move over, fellas.” said Gabriel. He pushed Sam and Dean back away. “Cas what did he do, set the blood on fire?”

“Yes. Quick, it’s been hours.” said Cas.

“Wait, what?!” asked Gabe, looking at Cas. He turned back to me. “Why didn’t you call me earlier? I warned you Ranger!”

“Yeah, agh, I’ll make it up to you later, alright?!” Gabriel shook his head, placing his hand on my forehead. I could feel my body instantly cooling down.

I was out like a light.

Dean turned to Gabriel.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

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A New Year

Reply to this post with something that makes you happy, anything. A memory, a person, an act, absolutely anything. I’m going to write each response down and put in a 2017 bag.

Whenever something bad happens in 2017, I’m going to open up the bag and take a response out. Knowing something makes you happy, it makes me happy.

Happy New Year everybody. Here’s to making 2017 the best year yet.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 18)

A/N: Two chapters in two days did you mean Aaron’s schools starting soon and he’s panicking ha ha ha ha *crawls back into his bed*

Chapter 17

Castiel and I stood in a dark room, mostly list by the fire of the holy oil Cas was trapped in. I wasn’t confined at all, just standing in the corner of the room. I looked up, immediately feeling the presence of the unknown person.

“Lucifer.” said Castiel.

“So I take it you two are here with the other Winchesters.” said Lucifer, his attention wavering from me to Castiel.

“We came alone,” I said, standing my ground firmly. “Why am I not confined?” I asked. I was genuinely confused on why Cas was in the holy oil but I was free.

“Because, if I confined you, you would only be able to set yourself free.” said Lucifer. He started walking towards me, I could feel myself stiffening.

“So. The imaginary friend story is true.”

“How-.” He cut me off.

“I can feel it radiating off of you. But I’m not the first of daddy’s archangels you’ve met. You’re already some other brother’s responsibility.” Lucifer grinned, stepping closer. I stepped back.

“So, which one. Uriel? Michael?” I stayed silent. “Gabriel?” I immediately flinched again.

“Ah.” Turning back to Castiel, Lucifer spoke to him now.

“So, the other Winchesters?”

“We came alone.” said Cas.

“Loyalty. Such a nice quality to see in this day and age. Castiel, right?” Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. “Castiel. I’m told the two of you came here in an automobile.”

“Yes.” I gave Cas a look and he just ignored me, continuing to look at Lucifer.

“What was that like?”

“Um. Slow. Confining.”

“What a peculiar thing you are.” said Lucifer. I took a closer look at the fallen angel. Just like Gabriel, I could see his wings, but they were damaged, significantly.

I took a closer look at the vessel. Burns.

“What’s wrong with your vessel?” I asked.

“Yes. Um. Nick is wearing a bit thin, I’m afraid. He can’t contain me forever, so-.”

“You-.” Castiel cut me off.

“You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won’t let you.” said Cas.

“Castiel. I don’t understand why you’re fighting me, of all the angels.”

“You really have to ask?” I asked.

All of a sudden, Lucifer turned to me, throwing his hand up. A burning pain waved threw me.

“Ahhh!” I screamed, staggering back towards the wall.

“I may not be able to trap you, but I can still hurt you. Quiet.” I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. Castiel walked forward, before remembered he was trapped by the oil.

“I’m fine, Castiel.”

Castiel gave me a look, nodding. Lucifer turned back to him.

“I rebelled, I was cast out. You rebelled, you were cast out. Almost all of heaven wants to see me dead, and if they succeed, guess what? You’re their new public enemy number one. We’re on the same side, like it or not, so why not just serve your own best interests? Which in this case just happen to be mine?”

“We’d die first.” I said.

Lucifer gave me the side eye.

“I suppose you will.”

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Ellen, Dean, Sam, and Jo walked through town, shotguns in hands and looking around.

“Well, this is great, been in town twenty minutes and already lost my sister and the angel up our sleeve.” said Dean.

“You think, uh, you think Lucifer got them?” asked Sam. Even he thought Lucifer would get to him, not Ranger.

“I don’t know what else to think.”

All of a sudden, a voice came out of nowhere.

“There you are.”

They all turned around.

“Meg.” said Sam.

“Shouldn’t have come here, boys.” said Meg.

“Hell, I could say the same thing for you.” said Dean. Dean aimed the colt at Meg.

“Didn’t come here alone, Deano.” said Meg. A splash of water hit Meg’s feet. A dog’s bark could be heard.

“Hellhounds.” said Dean.

“Yeah, Dean. Your favorite. Come on, boys. My father wants to see you.”

“What about Ranger?” asked Ellen, “Where is she?”

“Oh, don’t worry too much there sweetheart. Little old Ranger Danger is fine. Father can’t do a thing to her. Well, he can’t do much.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other with confusion. Sam turned back to Meg.

“I think we’ll pass, thanks.” said Sam.

“Your call. You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard.”

Dean looked back, Ellen nodded at him.

“When have you known us to ever make anything easy?” Dean shifted his aim and fired. Blood spurted from the spot of the hellhound.

“Run!” yelled Sam.

Sam, Dean, Ellen, and Jo took off running. A hellhound tackled Dean.

“No!” yelled Jo. Jo fired her shotgun in Dean’s direction and kept firing as Sam and Ellen stopped running. Another hellhound tackled Jo from the side.

“No!” yelled Ellen.

Sam and Ellen kept shooting as Dean picked Jo up, carrying her to the hardware store. Ellen opened the door and Sam kept shooting.

My eyes shot open and went wide as I saw the vision of what was occurring outside. Jo was gonna die; there was no way someone could survive those injuries from a hellhound.

Oh no.

“You know, we all thought the imaginary friend tale was just a, well, tale. Gabriel didn’t though.” said Lucifer. He started walking around me in a circle, staking me out.

“If he’s the archangel put assigned to you… he’d show up the second something happens to you. He’d be able to feel it. Huh.” All of a sudden, Lucifer threw his hand up, pinning me to the wall. He snapped his fingers; a burning pain went through me. My insides felt like they were on fire.

“Ahhhh!!!!!” I yelled out.

“Ranger? What’s going on?” It was Gabriel. Lucifer was right, he can feel it.

“Stay away. Prove him wrong. I’m fine Gabriel, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, well, well. Let’s just see how long you can hold out.” Lucifer snapped his fingers again, the burning continued.

So he can hurt me, but he can’t hold me down. Weird.

I looked down at my arms; I could feel the bubbles burning from the inside. All of a sudden, a voice came from the doorway.

“I got the Winchesters pinned down. For now, at least. What should I do with them?” asked Meg.

“Leave them alone.” said Lucifer.

“I-I’m sorry, but are you sure? Shouldn’t we-.”

“Trust me, child. Everything happens for a reason.” Lucifer stroked Meg’s face.

“Ranger. The pipe.” said Castiel. I looked up, noticing the pipe he was talking about.

I turned to Cas, nodding. He lifted his hand up slightly, turning it to turn the bolts.

“Well, Castiel, you have some time. Time to change your mind?” Lucifer threw his hand up at me again. The burning intensified.

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Sam and Dean snuck through some bushes. Dozens of men stood out in the field before them, their attention on something out of sight.

“Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople.” said Dean.

“God I wish I knew where Ranger was.” said Sam.

“You heard what Meg said. Whatever is going on with Ranger… he can’t hurt her.”

“And what, now you’re trusting a demon?” asked Sam, looking at his brother with frustration. Dean looked back. They didn’t know what to do at this point. A silence set in.

“Okay.” said Sam.

“Okay.” said Dean.

“Last words?” asked Sam. Dean looked at his brother.

“I think I’m good.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Here goes nothing.” said Dean.

Lucifer was ahead of them, filling a hole.

“Hey!” yelled Sam, approaching Lucifer with a shotgun.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Oh, Sam, you don’t need that gun here. You know I’d never hurt you. Not really.” said Lucifer.

“Yeah? Well, I’d hurt you.” said Dean, coming up to Lucifer from the side. He pointed the colt, point-blank to the forehead.

“So suck it.” Dean fired, and the archangel collapsed to the ground. However, none of the men surrounding the Winchesters made a move. Sam and Dean watched for a minute, all of a sudden, Lucifer inhaled and shifted, coming to.

“Ow.”

He stood up, Sam horrified.

“Where did you get that?” asked the archangel. Lucifer turned, punching Dean. Dean flew into a tree. Sam turned to the fallen angel.

“Now, where were we?”

“What did you do with my sister?” asked Sam, trying his best to stand his ground. Lucifer sighed, snapping his fingers. Ranger appeared at Sam’s side on her knees, pain obviously evident.

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“Are you alright?” asked Sam, rushing down to my side. I nodded, trying my best to catch my breath. My insides still felt like they were boiling.

“Don’t feel too bad, Sam. There’s only five things in all of creation that that gun can’t kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you can give me a minute, I’m almost done.” Lucifer picked up the shovel and moved two scoops of dirt.

“Go check on Dean.” I said. I took a breath, trying to stand up as Sam ran over to Dean. It hurt so much.

“One word, one word and I’m there.”

“Gabriel. Prove him wrong.”

“You know, I don’t suppose you’d just say yes here and now?” asked Lucifer, turned towards Sam. Sam stood up.

“Dean?” I whispered.

“He’s fine.”

“End this whole tiresome discussion? That’s crazy, right?”

“It’s never gonna happen!” said Sam.

“Oh, I don’t know, Sam. I think it will. I think it’ll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it’ll happen in Detroit.” said Lucifer.

“You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I’m gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I’m going to rip your heart out!”

“That’s good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I’m gonna need it.”

I turned to my brother, me still on the ground.

“Why can’t I move? Cas? Gabriel? What’s he done to me?”

“He’s boiling your blood. Enough to hurt but not enough to kill. He does anymore and he knows I won’t stay away.” said Gabriel.

“What did you do? What did you do to this town?” I asked, trying to push the pain away.

“Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man.”

“And the rest of them?” I asked.

Lucifer paused, gesturing to the hole he had been digging.

“In there. I know, it’s awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me, Winchesters. But I have to do this. I have to. You, Sam, you of all people should understand.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Sam.

Lucifer dropped the shovel.

“I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael- Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Even you, Ranger. Any of this sound familiar? Anyway. You’ll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don’t go anywhere.” He turned to Sam specifically.

“Not that you could if you would.”

Sam stood, going back to Dean.

“Can you move?” asked Sam, looking at me.

“It’s been a day, baby brother.” I looked down at my arms, burn marks were starting to appear.

“Now repeat after me. We offer up our lives, blood, souls-.”

Dean groaned, stirring. Thank God, he’s at least alive.

“We offer up our lives, blood, souls-.” said the demons, repeating Lucifer.

“To complete this tribute.”

One by one the demons flashed gold and fell over, obviously dead. I staggered over to my brothers as we watched what was happening in front of us unfold.

“What?” asked Lucifer. “They’re just demons.” Lucifer turned back to Sam.

“Final chance, Sam.”

“Never.”

Lucifer shrugged, turning to me.

“I’d blame your brother.”

Lucifer waved his hand, and all of a sudden, I was in the air. Feeling the worst pain one could even imagine.

“Ahhh!” I yelled, in the air.

“Let her go!” yelled Dean from the ground. Lucifer winked turning back to the mass grave. I was still in the air, my blood now boiling worse than before, the burning intensifying.

As Lucifer still faced the mass grave, Castiel appeared waving his hand, pulling me back to the ground. He held his fingers to his lips. Within a second, we were gone.

Lucifer walked forward.

“Oh, hello, Death.”

A/N: This chapter did not turn out how I thought it would. Heh. *shrugs*

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 17)

Chapter 16

“Nice work, Jo.” I said, staring at the newly dead bodies in front of us.

“Thanks.”

Dean handed Jo a bag. She pulled out wire cutters.

“Okay. Shall we?”

“It’s Crowley, right?” asked Sam, as he, Dean, and I stood before Crowley. Jo was hidden from sight.

“So. The Hardy Kids finally found me. Took you long enough.” said Crowley. Stepping towards us, Crowley stopped, looking down at the carpet. He lifted it up. A devils trap was under it.

“Do you have any idea how much this rug cost?”

All of a sudden, three men appeared, grabbing Sam, Dean and I; disarming as in the process. Crowley held up the colt.

“This is it, right? This is what it’s all about.” Aiming the gun at Dean, in a split second all three men holding us were on the floor, dead.

“We need to talk. Privately.”

“What the hell is this?” asked Dean as Crowley led us to another room.

“Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?” Crowley waved the door shut with his hand. I stared at him intently, being able to see the demon under the body being used. Dear lord I was never going to get used to that.

“There’s no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you.” said Crowley.

“You told us.” said Sam.

“Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine.”

“Why? Why tell us anything?” I asked.

Crowley raised the gun, now pointing it at me.

“I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face.”

“Uh-huh, okay, and why exactly would you want the devil dead?” asked Dean.

Something was wrong, I could feel it. We’d been looking for this gun for so long but now that we were here…

“It’s called survival. Well, I forgot you three at best are functioning morons.”

“You’re functioning…morons…” I slapped Dean on the chest to shut him up.

“Lucifer isn’t a demon, remember? He’s an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you’re just filthy bags of pus. If that’s the way he feels about you, what can he think about us?” said Crowley.

“But he created you.” said Sam.

“To him, we’re just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we’re next. So, help me, huh? Let’s all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I’m in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?”

Crowley reached out, handing the gun to me.

“Wha-.” He cut Dean off.

“Her I trust.” My eyes widened as Crowley gave me a simple nod. So Crowley could understand something was up.

“Great…”

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?” asked Sam.

“Thursday, birdies tell me, there’s an appointment in Carthage, Missouri.”

“Great.” All of a sudden, Sam pulled the trigger towards Crowley. I signed, putting my head in my hand.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Oh, yeah, right, you’ll probably need some more ammunition.” said Crowley.

“Oh, uh, excuse me for asking, but aren’t you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?” asked Dean.

“Number one, he’s going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extend vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don’t miss, okay! Morons!

Crowley threw the container with bullets at Dean. Looking up, the demon had disappeared.

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Holding the gun, I stood outside Bobby’s house examining it in my hands.

“The gun’s not going to work, is it?”

“I don’t know.” I looked up. Gabriel.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see me.” said the angel.

“So the gun?”

“Like I said, I don’t know. And I don’t like the idea of you seeing my brother.” said Gabriel.

“And I’m not leaving my brothers behind.” I said.

“Ranger you’re now my responsibility, okay? I can’t let you walk into a danger like this knowing what I know.”

“And what exactly would that be?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Range?” I whipped around, Sam standing before me.

“Who are you talking to?” asked Sam.

I turned back to Gabriel. Giving me a smile, he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

“No one.” I turned to my brother. “I’ll be inside in a minute.”

Sticking the gun into the inside of my jacket pocket, I walked back inside, grabbing a beer from the fridge before joining Sam and Dean next to Bobby at his desk.

“It’s gotta be a trap, right?” asked Sam.

“Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never.” said Dean. I sent him a glare.

“Thank you again for your continued support.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball’s chance, we gotta take it, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, I suppose.” said Sam.

“Besides, I’m not sure it is a trap. Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this.”

Dean pushed papers towards Sam and me.

“There’s been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil’s there.” said Dean.

“Okay.” said Sam.

“Look, when you think about it… you can’t come with.”

Sam rolled his eyes, looking over to me for help. I threw my hands in surrender.

“Dean.”

“Look, Range and I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. We’ve lost a game piece. That we can take. But if you’re there, then we are handing the devil’s vessel right over to him. That’s not smart.”

“Since when have we ever done anything smart?” asked Sam.

“I’m gonna have to agree with him on that one Dean.” I said.

“I’m serious, guys.”

“So am I. Haven’t we learned a damn thing? If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it together.” said Sam.

The three of us stared for a moment, not saying anything. Dean broke the silence.

“Okay. But it’s a stupid frigging idea.”

I looked past them, now to Castiel, Ellen, and Jo.

“Boy, talk about stupid ideas.” I said, seeing what the girls were doing to poor Castiel.

“Good God. True, that.” said Dean.

Dean stood up, going after Jo as she walked toward the fridge. I looked down at the beer in my hands, sighing slightly.

“How are you doing?” I asked Chuck as we sat at the bar of the hotel.

“Better, seeing you.” he said. I laughed lightly.

“How do you think you’ll be able to survive this convention?” I asked. Chuck smiled reaching his hand over gripping my hand.

“I love you. That’s how.”

“You alright?” asked Sam.

I jumped slightly, coming to. But I still stayed silent.

“You weren’t talking to yourself outside, were you?”

“No. I wasn’t.”

“Do I even want to know?” asked Sam.

If only.

“Everyone get in here! It’s time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner.” said Bobby from his chair.

Sam and Ellen walked in.

“Oh come on, Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken.” said Ellen.

“Hear, hear.” said Sam.

“Shut up, you’re drinking my beer.” Everyone piled in the room as Bobby set up the tripod.

“Anyway, I’m gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by.” said Bobby. Everyone crowded around.

“Ha! Always good to have an optimist around.” said Ellen with a smile. Castiel spoke up.

“Bobby’s right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth.”

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I sat in the backseat of Ellen and Jo’s car, right next to Castiel. We had just pulled into the town and well… talk about empty.

We pulled up next to Sam and Dean’s car.

“Place seem a little empty to you?” asked Ellen.

“We’re gonna go check out the PD. You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody.” said Dean.

“Okay.” Ellen drove over and parked the car. Jo and I got out.

“Ever heard of a door handle?” asked Jo.

“Of course I have.” said Castiel, now standing outside on the other side of Jo. I laughed, typical. I turned around and looked before us.

Oh. My. God.

“Castiel.” I said, tapping his arm to turn him around.

“What is it, guys?” asked Ellen.

“The towns not empty.” I said.

Dozens of old white men were in front of us, all in suits. All were turned, attention fixed on something.

“Reapers.” said Cas.

“Reapers? As in more than one? And you can see them Range?” asked Ellen.

“They only gather like this at times of great catastrophe. Chicago Fire, San Francisco Quake, Pompeii. Excuse me; I need to find out why they’re here. Ranger, you’re with me.” said Cas.

Walking into the building, Cas and I walked down a corridor, choosing to enter a room.

“Hello, brother.” said a voice.

All of a sudden a big white light flashed, and Cas and I were no longer in the room.

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Ellen and Jo sat back in their car, pulling up next to Sam and Dean who were walking.

“Station’s empty.” said Dean.

“So’s everything else.” said Jo.

“Have you seen Cas and Ranger?” asked Ellen.

“What? They were with you.” said Sam.

“Nope. They went after the reapers.” said Ellen.

“Reapers?” asked Dean.

“They saw reapers? Where?” asked Sam.

“Also, why can Ranger see them?” asked Jo.

“It’s a long story, okay? Reapers?” asked Dean.

“Well, kind of everywhere.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other. Something was definitely wrong.

A/N: Holy Shit. I’m so sorry this took so long. Finals week happen and then I needed to recover from finals week, and then I got a stomach ulcer... I’m a mess lol.

How did everyone’s holiday go?

Also, I need your guy’s opinion on something:

Do you think a Billy Moran fanfiction would be considered crossing the line? I mean, I have an idea for one and @totallysupernaturaloneshots approved of the idea, but...thoughts?

Hope you liked Chapter 17!

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 16)

Chapter 15

A/N: It’s the filler of all filler chapters but I like the idea of a Ranger and Gabriel alliance lol. Plus I have a script to memorize. My apologizes.

Did everyone have a good Thanksgiving? Chapter 17 will be up soon!

I stood in front of a hotel, watching Chuck pace back and forth. Sam and Dean had called me, telling me they had an urgent message from Chuck who needed help.

Man they have no idea.

“You alright there, Blue?” I asked, smiling slightly, leaning against my truck. Poor Chuck was way in over his head. Chuck sent me a death glare; I raised my hands in defense. It was gonna be an interesting few days.

All of a sudden, Sam and Dean ran up to the two of us.

“Chuck! Ranger! There you are.” said Sam.

“Guys?” asked Chuck, confused. I didn’t tell him that my brothers were the ones who sent me.

“What’s going on.” said Dean.

“Ah, nothing. You know, I’m just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?” asked Chuck.

“You told us to come.” said Dean. He sent me a glance of confusion, as it was obvious I hadn’t said anything.

“Ah, no I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?” asked Sam.

“I didn’t send a text.” said Chuck, again looking to me. I shrugged; all I did was show up as I was told.

“We drove all night!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what could…oh no.” said Chuck, his eyes going wide.

“What?” asked Dean.

“Sam! You made it!” yelled a voice.

Ah, Becky.

“Oh, ah, Becky, right?” asked Sam. This was gonna be fun.

Becky ran down to the four of us. “Oh, you remembered. You’ve been thinking about me.” she said, lowering her voice slightly.

“I…”

“It’s okay, I can’t get you out of my head either.”

I snorted.

“Becky, did you take my phone?” asked Chuck.

“I just borrowed it from your pants.”

“Becky…” said Chuck.

“Pants, huh?”

“Oh shut up.” said Chuck.

“What? They’re going to want to see it!”

“See what?” asked both Sam and Dean.

“Oh my God. I love it when they talk at the same time!” said Becky.

A guy appeared at the top of the stairs with a clipboard.

“Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it’s show time.”

Becky ran up the stairs, Chuck turned to us.

“Guys. I’m sorry. For everything.” He turned and ran up the stairs.

“You guys are going to want to see this.” I said with a laugh. The three of us turned and followed Chuck up the stairs, entering the hotel.

As we entered, a large man walked past us.

“Ha-ha-ha. Hey Dean, looking good.” said the man.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Dean.

The man turned around and I could see Sam’s eyes go wide. The man was dressed basically the same as Dean was, even had the amulet Sam had given Dean around his neck.

“I’m Dean too. Duh.”

“Uh-oh. It’s Sam, Dean, and Ranger. I’m in trouble now.” said someone in a scarecrow costume as they walked by us.

“Have fun you three. Aaaah!”

“What?” asked Dean, astounded.

The three of us looked around, the room was filled with people dressed as different monsters.

“Becky. What is this?” asked Sam.

“It’s awesome! A supernatural convention, the first ever.” said Becky.

We walked into what looked like to be an auditorium, a crowd of people sitting in front of the stage. A guy went up to speak in a mic.

“Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3:45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, ‘Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean’. And at 4:30 there’s the ‘Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural’. Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp.”

The crowd cheered.

“How did you even get sucked into this Chuck? Dear God.”

“Chuck is unavailable to be reached at this moment. Please try again later.”

Ha.

“But right now, right now I’d like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!”

I turned to my brothers to see them in the exact state I expected, stoned face. This was just too good.

“Ok. Ok good, this isn’t nearly as awkward as I-.” He cleared his throat. “Dry mouth.”

Taking a long gulp from a water bottle, an awkward silence filled the room.

“Ok. Uh… ahem. So I guess… questions?”

I laughed as the hands shot up.

“Have fun with this, guys. I’m getting a drink.” I turned and patted Dean’s shoulder, walking out. They remained stoned face.

“Oh you can’t leave me on my own now.”

“Good luck Chuck.”

I walked out to the bar, taking a seat. “Um, I’ll have the yellow-eyed cooler.” I said to the bartender.

I kept thinking about what had happened with Gabriel and Castiel. It wasn’t just Chuck that I could talk to, apparently. But why was this happening? Why was it just happening now?

I wonder.

Making sure to block Chuck, I spoke out.

“Can, can anyone hear me?”

Silence.

“Castiel? Gabriel?”

“Ranger? What’s up sugar are you in need of the trickster?” said a voice all of a sudden. Gabriel. It worked.

“Oh no, Gabriel I’m alright. I just wanted to see if I was able to talk to someone else.”

“You’re getting stronger, kid.” said Gabriel.

“Come again?”

“Can’t reveal too much to one about their future, sugar.”

“What did you say to Castiel? In the warehouse?”

“Just basically what I told you. The archangels knew about the legend, but some others did as well. Castiel included.”

“Ah.”

“You alright, kid?” asked Gabriel.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here, you know? A legend? What am I supposed to do? Say? Do I bring it up to C-.”

“That’s where I gotta stop ya Ranger Danger. I can’t help ya and you can’t tell me anything. Just remember what I said, alright?”

“Kill me. Please.” said Chuck out of nowhere. He took a seat in the chair next to me.

“Gotta go, Gabriel. Talk soon?”

“Looking forward to it.”

A/N: Again, sorry it’s such a filler lol. What do you guys think? Do you like the idea of a Gabriel/Ranger friendship?

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 15)

Chapter 14

A/N: This is a day late. I sorry.

Dean Winchester, the brave warrior. The older brother; the one ready to be the protector.

Dean Winchester, Michael’s true vessel.

Sam Winchester, the noble knight. The brother ready to sacrifice himself for anything, ready to sacrifice himself for anyone.

Sam Winchester, the true vessel of the fallen angel Lucifer.

Ranger Winchester. Me. Where does that leave me?

Here I sit, an empty bar, the angel in front of me holding my fate, holding the answer to who I am, who I will be.

“What did you do with Sam and Dean?” I asked, my mind automatically going to the safety of my brothers.

“Ha, don’t worry about them. They should be in Dr. Sexy right about now. A version of me is down there with them.”

“So. So you’re not the Trickster.” I said. Gabriel and I sat across each other in a booth in this bar. This bar.

“No, sugar, I’m not.”

“Where are we?” I asked. It kept feeling like I had been in this place before.

“Place Dad made up. Perks of being an archangel, I get access to most of his location creations.”

I nodded, trying to let all that’s happening sink in. I was sitting in a bar that God created, with an archangel himself.

“Now to those questions I need to ask you.”

I nodded, again, beckoning him to continue.

“You could obviously hear me when we were in the warehouse…” said Gabriel.

“How is that possible?” I asked. The only voice I’ve ever been able to hear is Chuck’s. Chuck’s…and Castiel’s.

“Can you see demons? When a demon is in a vessel, can you see their true form?”

I nodded slowly, remembering the moment when I could see Meg’s true form under the vessel.

“You saw my wings. You could see my wings.” I nodded again.

“How are you feeling right now? Sitting in this bar, how does it feel to be here?” asked the archangel. I had no idea what he was getting at with these questions, but it seemed like there was a point.

“It feels, it feels like home. I feel like I’ve been here before.” I said. It was weird. This bar felt more like home than being in the Impala.

“Last question.”

A silence set between the two of us. Gabriel knew something already. He knew something I didn’t.

“Do you have an imaginary friend?”

Silence.

“You can hear a voice in your head. You’ve been able to talk to a voice, haven’t you? Haven’t you?” I could feel my body going limp as I listened.

“Yes.”

“So the stories true. The stories freaking true.” said Gabriel.

“What story? What’s true?” I asked. “Gabriel do you know what’s happening with me?”

“In the name of my dear father, I wish I could tell you.”

“You gotta give me more than that!”

“Sweetheart, the archangels were once told a story about someone very important in the upstairs ranks. They would be able to hear a voice, have visions, and see angels and demons true forms, etcetera etcetera.” Gabriel snapped his fingers, two suckers appearing before him. He handed one to me.

“I can’t tell you much because part of the deal is that the girl needs to figure it out on her own. But, know that now, as the first archangel to meet you in this process, I’m free to answer any questions once you do figure it out.” said Gabriel.

“But it had always been more of a legend to us archangels. The legend of the imaginary friend is what we called it. You should see Michael; he never believed it was true. I did though, and now you’re sitting in front of me. But, sugar you gotta be careful now. Now that I’ve met you, any other archangel is going to know who you are. That includes staying safe from Lucifer, and I know Bevis and Butthead down there are doing their best to find him.”

“So, to wrap it up here, I’m someone important to the man upstairs? Why? Why me?”

“Oh sugar you have no idea. But why not you, that’s the question. Think about it, both of your brothers are vessels for two of the strongest archangels in all creation.” said Gabriel.

Fair point.

“Whelp, we gotta go. Can’t leave your brothers down there for too long. Too much trouble.”

With a snap of his fingers, Gabriel and I were back in the ware house.

“Give me a minute, will ya?” asked Gabriel. With a nap of his fingers, he was gone. A few minutes later, Sam, Dean, and Gabriel were back in the ware house. Only this time, Gabriel was trapped in holy oil.

I guess Sam and Dean had figured it out too.

Gabriel started clapping.

“Well played, boys. Well played. Where’d you get the holy oil?”

“Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam’s ass.” said Dean.

“Where were you this entire time? Are you alright?” asked Sam, turning to me.

“Oh she’s fine, Ranger’s not worth the trouble of putting her into TV hell. It’s you two that are fun to play with.” said Gabriel.

Sam and Dean turned to me for some kind of confirmation. I shrugged, not really knowing what to say at this point.

“Where’d I screw up?”

“You didn’t. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did.” said Sam.

“Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon.” said Dean.

“Meaning?” asked Gabriel.

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family.”

“So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?”

“Gabriel.” I said softly, looking down. Dean and Sam whipped their heads to me in shock. They turned back to Gabriel, slowly.

“Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.”

“Gabriel? The archangel?” asked Sam.

“Guilty.”

“Pretend to go along with them.” I looked up at Gabriel with confusion. He just sent me a stern look, not wanting anymore of his cover to be blown.

“Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a trickster?” I asked.

“My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you three screwed it all up.”

“What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?” asked Dean.

“Daddy doesn’t say anything about anything.” said the angel.

“Then what happened? Why’d you ditch?” asked Sam.

“Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles.”

“Shut your cakehole. You don’t know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other’s throats? I couldn’t bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it’s happening all over again.”

“Then help us stop it.” I said.

“It can’t be stopped.” said Gabriel.

“You wanna see the end of the world?” asked Dean.

“I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don’t care who wins, I just want it to be over.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that. There has to be some way to, to pull the plug.” said Sam.

“You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That’s why there’s no stopping this, because this isn’t about a war. It’s about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you’d be able to relate.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy’s plan. Don’t even get me started on Ranger. You were born to this, guys! It’s your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.”

“What the hell are you saying?” asked Dean.

“Why do you think I’ve always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always.

A silence set in between the four of us. No one really knew what to say.

“No. That’s not gonna happen.” said Dean.

“I’m sorry. But it is.”

“Close your eyes and try a little. Prove me right. You can see it.” said Gabriel all of a sudden.

I tilted my head in confusion, yet the angel kept giving me the same look.

I closed my eyes, straining a little, trying to figure out what Gabriel was meaning. After a second, I could see it.

Sam and Adam standing off in a graveyard, yet it wasn’t my brothers. It was Lucifer and Michael.

Before I could do anything, Gabriel spoke up.

“Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow… but this is real, and it’s gonna end bloody for all of us. That’s just how it’s gonna be.”

After a minute of more silence, Gabriel spoke up again.

“So. Guys. Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?”

“Well, first of all, you’re gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.”

“Oh am I.”

“Yeah. Or we’re going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel.” said Dean.

I cut the angel off before he could say anything to make it worse.

“C’mon Gabriel, just bring him back.”

Gabriel looked at me and sighed.

“You’re lucky I like you sweet cheeks.”

With a snap of his fingers, Castiel appeared next to me.

“Cas, you okay?” asked Dean.

“I’m fine. Hello, Gabriel.”

“Hey, bro. How’s the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful.”

Cas glared at Gabriel, a strange silence setting in the room. Suddenly Cas turned to me, eyes wide. Seems like the two angels could talk to each other secretly as well.

“Okay, we’re out of here. Come on, Sam, Ranger.”

“Uh. Okay. Guys?” asked Gabriel, confused as it seemed Dean was just gonna leave him in the holy oil.

“You’re just gonna, you’re gonna leave me here forever?”

Dean stopped at the door, turning around.

“No. We’re not, cause we don’t screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn’t about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can’t be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.”

I sighed at my brother, reaching up and pulling the fire alarm before he could make it any worse.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you.” said Dean.

Gabriel glared. Dean, Sam, and Cas left the warehouse, leaving me alone. I turned ready to leave.

“Hey sugar.”

I turned back.

“Anytime. You need me at any time and I’ll be there.”

I smiled, nodding, before turning and leaving the warehouse. The door closed with a loud thud.

Something changed today. I was one step closer, one step closer to the answer of my life story.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 14)

A/N: Mwahahahahahahahahahah ha ha ha ha don’t kill me Becca.

Chapter 13

“Why didn’t you… what?!” yelled the Trickster, still standing before me.

I didn’t move; I couldn’t speak. What was happening to me? First I could see Meg as a demon, and now this?

Angel Wings. I could see angel wings. The Trickster. The Trickster has angel wings.

“Gabriel.” said a voice in my head. It wasn’t Chuck’s, it was just a voice.

“Gabriel.” I said out load.

The man in front of me startled back in surprise. Not a man, an archangel.

“Your wings. I can see your wings.” I said.

Gabriel’s mouth widened in shock. He slowly let his arms fall to the ground, dropping an angel blade I hadn’t even noticed he had gotten out.

“I thought it was just a bedtime story.” said Gabriel. A bedtime story?

“Ranger Winchester. Ranger Winchester. Sugar, can I ask you something?”

I could feel myself nodding. I was in a state of shock as well, I couldn’t figure out what was happening.

“Can you hear me?”

Dropping the wooden stake in my hand, I backed up ready to run. As soon as I turned around, he was already standing behind me.

“Wait. We need to talk. There are so many questions I need to ask.” said Gabriel.

With a snap of his fingers, we now stood in an empty bar. A guitar stood alone on a stage in it’s stand.

Why did it feel like I was back at home?

A/N: This is short on purpose I promise I swear bare with me chapter 15 will be up in a few hours he he he ehe he

FOREVER TAG: @fandom--0verdose

So sorry this took so long t get up, and I’m so sorry it’s short. But, Chapter 15 should be posted either later tonight or tomorrow, :D

Also writers block is a bitch

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 13)

Chapter 12

“C’mon Blue, cut it out!” I shrieked. Chuck and I sat on his couch, him tickling the heck out of me. Deciding to fight back, I flipped him over and pinned him to the couch, straddling his waist. I pinned his arms above his head.

“Well hello there.” said Chuck, laughing slightly. I had been here for a few days, Chuck and I wanting to establish our relationship for a bit before I left again.

“Hey.” I said. Letting go of his wrist, I leaned down and kissed him. Chuck slipped his hand down to my waist, pulling me down until I was lying right on top of him.

I pulled back for air, resting my forehead against his. It’s amazing how great you feel when that emotional wall comes down.

“I don’t know how this happened, but thank God for imaginary friends.”

My eyes shot open, feeling the buzzing of my phone lying on my arm. At one point in the night, Chuck and I had navigated toward his bed, not to do anything, just to sleep.

I opened my eyes, seeing Dean across the screen. I clicked accept.

“Hey Dean, what’s up?” I asked, whispering as it was the middle of the night and Chuck was asleep next to me. I sat up a little bit.

“Why are you whispering?”

Of course that would be the first question he asked after not seeing me for a week and a half.

“Because it’s 2AM and you woke me up.” I said. I mean, it’s half the truth at least.

“Whatever, we need your help with a case. I know you needed to deal with some shit, but can you come out?”

I turned around glancing at Chuck, seeing that he was now awake. He sat up sitting behind me, waiting patiently.

“Yeah, I can. Where to?”

After Dean told me where, I hung up, turning to Chuck.

“Gotta go?” asked Chuck. I nodded, standing up.

“They need help with a case and want me to be there by tomorrow. I gotta drive through the night to be there in time.” I grabbed my duffle bag, throwing my random crap into it. He stood up, turning the lights on so I could see.

We walked downstairs, and I sat on the couch putting my shoes on. Chuck walked in from the kitchen, handing me a to-go mug.

“To stay awake.” said Chuck, handing it to me.

I laughed, taking it. “Thank you.” I stood up, giving him one last kiss before turning for the door.

“Hey Range?” asked Chuck. I turned around.

“Remember, sanctuary.” I smiled, nodding, turning back around and leaving.

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5 cups of coffee later and hours on the road, I finally made it to the hotel room Sam had sent directions to. I leaned my head against the door, listening to see if they were awake.

“What are you watching?” asked Sam.

“Hospital show. Dr. Sexy MD. I think it’s based on a book.” said Dean.

“When did you hit menopause?”

“It’s called channel surfing.”

I laughed, finally knocking. A few seconds later, Sam opened the door.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” said Sam, moving to let me inside.

“Yeah, yeah.” I shoved his shoulder.

Dean took a glance at me, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded at him quickly, smiling.

“Well, you ready?” asked Dean. I was already dressed in my FBI gear, ready to go.

“Are you?” asked Sam, motioning towards the TV. Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing his keys and walking out. Sam and I followed behind.

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“One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?” asked the officer. Sam, Dean, and I stood in the police station, badges at the ready.

“Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off.” said Dean.

“Bill Randolph died from a bear attack.”

“How sure are you that it was a bear?” asked Sam.

“What else would it be?” asked the officer.

“Well whatever it was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom.” I said.

“Is that common, a bear doing that?” asked Dean.

“Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in the high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears.”

“Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing.” said Sam.

“Yes, she did.” said the officer. “My heart goes out to the poor woman.”

“She said bear.” said Dean.

“Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She’s confused.”

“What did she say?” I asked.

The officer didn’t respond, just leading us to the interview room. After a while, the three of us sat across Kathy Randolph.

“No, it must have been a bear.” said Kathy. “I mean, what else could it have been?”

“Mrs. Randolph, what do you think it was?” I asked.

“No, I, I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear.”

“We’re sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw.” said Dean.

“It’s impossible, but… I could have sworn I saw… the Incredible Hulk.”

“The Incredible Hulk.” I said.

“I told you it was crazy.” said Kathy.

“Bana or Norton?” asked Dean suddenly. Sam and I turned to him in surprise.

“Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk.”

“Lou Ferrigno.”

“Yes.”

“Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno.”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” said Dean. He glanced at the two of us.

“You think I’m crazy.” said Kathy.

“No. Uh, no, it’s just… I there, uh, would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband?” asked Dean.

“No.”

Huh.

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Dean and I sat in the motel room doing research when Sam walked in.

“Hey.” said Sam, shutting the door.

“Find anything?” asked Dean.

“Well, uh, I saw the house.”

“And?” I asked.

“And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh-.” Dean cut him off.

“A Hulk-sized hole.”

“Maybe. What do you got?”

I turned back to my laptop.

“Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He’s got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry.” I said.

“So a hothead getting killed by TV’s greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn’t it?”

Dean snorted.

“It’s all starting to make sense.” said Sam.

“How is it starting to make sense?” asked Dean.

“Well, I found something else at the crime scene.” Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of candy wrappers. I immediately knew what he was getting at.

“Damnmit.” I said, leaning against the chair.

“Lots of them.”

“Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill ‘em-we’re dealing with the Trickster, aren’t we?” asked Dean.

“Sure looks like it.” I said.

“Good. I’ve wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot.” said Dean.

“You sure?” asked Sam.

“Yeah I’m sure.”

“No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?” asked Sam.

“Son of a bitch didn’t think twice about icing me a thousand times.”

“No, I know, I mean, I’m just saying-.”

“What are you saying? If you don’t want to kill him, then what?” asked Dean.

Before Sam could answer, I spoke up.

“Talk to him.”

Sam and Dean turned to me, Sam shocked that I was agreeing with what he was saying.

“What?” asked Dean.

“Think about it, Dean. He’s one of the most powerful creatures we’ve ever met. Maybe we can use him.” I said. I had only met the trickster once, the mystery spot, and he had taken a liking to me. He had purposely kept me out of the world he put Sam in. Kept me in a sleeping state in a random hotel room, Sam and Dean found me afterwards.

“For what?”

Sam spoke up. “Okay, Trickster’s like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song-maybe he doesn’t want the party to end.”

“Maybe he hates this angel and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he’ll help us.” I said.

“You’re serious.”

I nodded.

“Ally with the Trickster.” said Dean.

“Yeah.” said Sam.

“A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, guys.”

“The world is gonna end, Dean. We don’t have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I’m just saying it’s worth a shot. That’s all. It doesn’t work, we’ll kill him.” I said.

Dean sighed. “How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?”

“Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He’ll show.”

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Sam, Dean, and I sat in the motel room still. Dean sat sharpening a stake while Sam stared at a police scanner. I sat on the bed on my laptop, trying to see if there was any news that would point us towards the trickster.

“Heya Red.”

I smiled. I wasn’t expecting to hear from Chuck today.

“Hello there Shurley.”

“Everything alright on this case?” asked Chuck.

“You’re a prophet, Chuck. You already know what happens. Got the candy man on our heels.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. but you know what I mean Range. I can never see what happens to you.”

“Um, Dispatch? I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?” said a voice over the scanner.

“Hey.” said Sam.

“Blue I gotta go. Duty calls. Talk to you soon?” I asked.

“Of course. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I smiled, turning my focus to Sam and Dean.

“Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?” “Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn’t even know how to describe what I’m seeing. Just- send everybody.” “All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help’s on the way.”

Sam turned off the scanner.

“That sounds weird.” said Dean.

“Weird enough to be our guy.” I said. Sam and Dean nodded in agreeance. We grabbed our stuff, getting in the car and leaving.

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Sam, Dean, and I got out of the Impala in front of the warehouse. No one else was in sight.

“There was a murder here, and there’s no police cars. There’s nobody. How’s that look to you?” asked Dean.

“Crappy.” said Sam.

Sam, Dean, and I pulled stakes and flashlights out of the trunk, Dean closed the trunk. The three of us walked into the ware house, me ahead of them.

I looked around, just seeing an empty warehouse.

“Damn, what do you think, guys?” I asked. I turned around, expecting to see my brothers behind me.

There was no one there.

“Guys?!” I asked, speaking to the empty room.

“What the hell?”

I whipped around to the sudden voice behind me.

The golden haired Trickster stood before me.

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A/N: Guys. Guys. Guys. I saw Louden Swain. I met Louden Swain.I got the courage to thank Billy and Norton for liking my video. I gave Richard Speight Jr. peanuts. Rob posted a video of Rich eating said peanuts on Instagram. Jason retweeted the photo I took of him. Oh my Chuck.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 12)

Chapter 11

“So…”

I felt like a teenager in high school, confessing to her school crush that she liked him. In other news, I felt like an idiot.

“You kissed me.” I said, still looking at my hands.

“I did.” said Chuck. I could feel him looking at me. This was new for the both of us. I never had any relationships like this growing up and neither did her.

“Did you feel it?” asked Chuck. My eyes grew wide. I turned my head and looked at him slightly, wanting to see his face.

He felt it too.

I nodded, Chuck immediately smiled. Reaching out, he grabbed my hand with his, intertwining our fingers. The second our hands touched I could feel a physical shock go through me. Future Dean was right, this was meant to happen. But I was still so scared.

Chuck could notice.

“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Chuck softly, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

My thoughts? My thoughts were a tornado. Here I was sitting next to my best friend, the only person I could talk to my entire life, and for the first time I couldn’t think of a word to say.

“You know you could probably just read them.” I said, trying to ease my anxiety with a joke. Chuck laughed, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, I probably could, but this is something we gotta say out loud.”

I leaned into his touch, sighing. This felt so natural as if we had done it all our lives.

Chuck smiled, kissing my shoulder, hand still in mine.

“I think I’m in love with you, Red.” said Chuck, his blue eyes looking directly into mine. I could feel my face going red as Chuck brought his hand to my cheek.

“Can I kiss you, Ranger?” asked Chuck. He could sense my nerves and knew he had to be careful. I nodded, trying so hard to push the voice telling me to stop out of my head.

Chuck leaned in slowly, bringing his lips close to mine. All of a sudden, I found myself jumping up.

“I can’t do this.” I said quickly. I was walking towards the door. It felt like there was something else controlling my body.

“Ranger, wait.” Chuck jumped up, beating me to the door. I leaned against the wall, looking down. Chuck stood across from me. He wasn’t gonna let me leave now, especially not in this state.

“Screw it, I’m just gonna state it.” exclaimed Chuck. My looked up at him shocked by his bluntness.

“I kissed you, I know I shouldn’t have, but I kissed you. And the second I did I just knew I was put on this earth to be by your side. I have never felt more right when doing anything in my life, Ranger. So, screw it. It’s not, ‘I think I’m in love with you.’ I am in love with you. You’re my best friend, and I know you felt something too. Now, I need you to let me in right now so we can work what’s going on between us.” said Chuck.

He stepped closer to me, grabbing my hands in his, leaning forward so his forehead would touch mine.

I laughed to myself when I realized how much our roles had been switched here. Chuck had never been this confident in his entire life.

“I just don’t know, Blue.” I whispered. Chuck wiped a tear that had escaped from my eye. I didn’t even notice I had started crying.

“Why?” asked Chuck.

I sighed.

“Because I’m a hunter!” I threw my hands up in the air, walking to the other side away from him. Chuck turned, watching me, knowing that I wasn’t done talking.

“Everyone close to a hunter gets hurt, Chuck. Hurt or even killed. You know what my first thought was when I realized who you were? I was scared. I was scared because seeing you in real life made it real, and I knew the second you hugged me outside that motel room that our relationship would be in jeopardy now. It was real; people could use it against us. To talk about bringing it to a romantic relationship now, that’s a different story.”

Chuck leant himself against the wall, arms crossed, letting me talk. It was clear to him I’d been keeping this to myself for far too long and he was letting me get it all out there.

“You know what Zachariah did to Bobby because Dean didn’t say yes to him. I can’t imagine him even knowing about you. I won’t let him hurt you, I won’t.” I sighed, falling to the floor. The exhaustion was taking over me and I could feel the tears going down my face.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” Chuck quickly ran over to me, helping me back to the couch. Sitting me down, he sat across from me on the coffee table, holding my head as I leaned against his shoulder.

“I wish you would have told me this earlier Range.” said Chuck.

“I know. I should have. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, look at me, don’t be sorry.” Now eye to eye, it was Chuck’s turn to speak.

“You seem to be forgetting that for some odd reason the angels don’t know about our relationship. They can’t figure you out.” I laughed slightly. He was right, I had forgotten about that.

“Look Red, throughout both our lives there’s only been one thing that was constant, one thing that was real. And that’s you and me. I want to take the risk. I want to be with you, and I know you want to be with me too. It doesn’t matter to me that you’re a hunter; it doesn’t matter to me that I could get hurt. Because this feels right. Because this is the only thing that’s ever felt right to me in my entire life. So, please, trust me Ranger. You always have.”

I looked up, needing to see his blue eyes. I smiled, squeezing his hand. Chuck smiled, knowing he just had a victory.

I lifted my hand, resting it on his cheek. Chuck held it in his, his turn to lean into my touch.

“Can I kiss you, Chuck Shurley?”

Chuck laughed, knowing I would never pass the chance to mock him in a way.

“Oh please do, Ranger Winchester.” Smiling, I leaned in, feeling his lips touch mine. Electricity spread through my body, my brain obviously happy with what was happening.

I smiled into the kiss, snaking my hand to the back of his neck. Chuck slipped his hand down to my waist, pulling me as close as he could.

Pulling away, we laughed at the same time, realizing what we had just agreed on.

“So, we really gonna do this?” I asked. Chuck moved to the couch, sitting next to me. He took my hand.

“Yeah, we’re really gonna do this.” I leaned into his side. Letting go of my hand, he threw an arm around me, pulling me close.

“I love you, Red.” said Chuck.

“I love you too, Blue.”

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A/N: I’ve said this before, but as someone who’s never been in a relationship, this was a challenge to write. But I’m pretty chill with how it turned out. So, Ranger and Chuck are finally in a relationship!

Till we meet for chapter 13, folks!

(Side Note: I’m seeing Louden Swain on Saturday and I’m not emotionally ready. If anyone will be at ATLCon SNS, hit me up.)

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 11)

“So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?” asked 2014 Dean. Zachariah had zapped Dean and me to the future, and we sat handcuffed talking to Dean’s future version of himself.

There was one thing I noticed though. I wasn’t there.

“I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That’s their endgame?” asked your Dean.

“It’s efficient, it’s incurable, and it’s scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that.” said 2014 Dean.

“What about Sam?” asked Dean.

2014 Dean went still.

“Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn’t make it.”

“You weren’t with him?” asked Dean.

“No. No, me and Sam and Ranger, we haven’t talked in-hell, five years.” said 2014 Dean.

“We never tried to find him?” asked Dean.

“We had other people to worry about.”

“Wait, where am I?” I asked. I still wanted to hear that explanation.

2014 Dean turned and looked at me, his eyes immediately filling with sorrow.

“You left. You never told me why.” said 2014 Dean quietly. He looked down at his feet, fiddling with his hands. Nervous.

“And why would I do that?” I asked. I would never leave my brothers. Never.

2014 Dean looked to present Dean, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. He knew something present Dean didn’t. He turned back to me, pointing to the door.

“Because you never told him.”

Chuck. You knew instantly who and what he was talking about.

Your Dean turned to you, confusion written over his face. Another secret. Dean was slowly breaking down that wall.

“So-.”

I jumped, coming to in the conversation. Sam, Dean, and I were in the car driving to another town. Another case. Dean hadn’t brought up what had happened in the future, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“What’s with this job?” asked Sam.

“Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I’d say that’s worth checking out.” said Dean.

Did I have feelings for Chuck? He kissed me, sure, but wasn’t that only to distract me so I would leave? I felt something. He felt something. I could see it.

I could feel it.

I haven’t kissed many people in my life, but I know it wasn’t supposed to feel like that. It was so…so…

Pure. It felt so…right. So connected. It felt so meant to be.

“Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don’t you think?” asked Sam.

“I’m sure the apoalypse’ll still be there when we get back.” said Dean.

“Right, yeah, but I mean, if-if the Colt is really out there somewhere-.” I sighed, cutting Sam off.

“Hey, we’ve been looking for three weeks, we got nothing.” I said.

“Okay. But guys… I mean, if we’re gonna-ice the Devil-.”

“This is what we’re doing! Okay? End of discussion.” said Dean, snapping. I sighed, leaning over to rub his shoulder. Our trip to the future had done nothing but add another layer on his shoulders, making it worse for all of us.

I looked over to my younger brother.

“Look Sam, It’s just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on.” I said, trying to ease the tension.

“So you think I need training wheels.” I sighed. Again.

“No, ‘we’. ‘We’ need training wheels, all three of us. As a team. Okay?”

Sam nodded. “Okay.”

“Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For all of us.” said Dean. He caught my eye in the back before glancing towards Sammy. Sam nodded.

“Okay.”

I leaned back in my seat, satisfied with the conversation, before the thoughts of my problem sinking back in. I missed my car, which I had some driving company move it to Canton, Ohio. After the future incident, Dean didn’t want me out of his sight. I just couldn’t get what future Dean said out of my head. Do I need to tell Chuck how I was feeling?

“Blue?”

“Finally! Ranger you’ve had me worried sick. You’ve never blocked me out this long.” said Chuck, replying in almost less than an instant.

“Yeah, I just. I just. I don’t know.” I needed to talk to him, I just didn’t know how.

“Hey, hey. Red, what’s going on?” asked Chuck gently.

“You won’t mind if I show up in a few days, do you?” I asked.

“Of course not… You know I wouldn’t care.”

A silence set in between us. Things were different now. I could feel it, and I knew he could to.

“You still there, Blue?”

“Always, Red.”

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Sam, Dean, and I, dressed in our FBI suits, showed our FBI badge to the Sheriff.

“Agents Bonham, Copeland, and Jett.” said Dean. The Sheriff shook our hands.

“Rick Carnegie. Good to know ya. So you’re here on account of Cal Hawkins’ death?” asked Carnegie.

“That’s right.” said Sam.

“Well, ‘fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it.”

Sam, Dean, and I looked at each other, confused.

“I’m sorry; who do you think did it?” I asked.

The Sheriff led us to a table with a small screen, showing us the video that Jim, Cal’s friend, recorded.

“Cal? Is something wrong?”

The camera showed Cal’s head smashed into the windshield.

“Oh my God, Cal. Cal!”

The video cut to static. Carnegie shook his head, switching off the TV, turning to us.

“Sicko taped his own handiwork.”

“I don’t follow.” said Sam.

“It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal.” said Carnegie.

“Wait, what?” asked Dean.

“Well, he was the only one on the scene for miles.” said Carnegie.

“They were best friends.” I said, confused also. It was becoming clear to Sam, Dean, and I that this was our kind of case.

“Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim.”

“And how exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty-mile-per-hour crash?” asked Dean.

Carnegie blinked, staying silent for a minute.

“Drugs, maybe?”

We looked at him, not believing the idiocy of this guy.

“Look, you know this ain’t brain surgery, guys! Whatever it looks like, that’s what it usually is. It’s simple.”

“Simple. Right.” said Dean. He glanced over his shoulder at me.

“Right. Um, if you don’t mind, we’d like to speak to Jim Grossman anyway.” I said.

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I sat at the interrogation table across from Jim. Sam and Dean stood behind me.

“I was in the house when it happened, I didn’t even see it.” said Jim.

“For argument’s sake, say we believe you.” I said. Jim looked at me. Even I could tell he didn’t do it, supernatural stuff aside.

“Why would you? The cops didn’t.”

“Well we’re not your typical cops.” said Dean.

“Please, just tell us what you saw.”

“It’s not what I saw, it’s what I heard. Tires squealing, glass breaking.” Jim sighed.

“It was the car that did it.”

I raised my eyebrow. “The car?”

“I mean, I heard about the curse, but, I just thought it was a load of crap.” said Jim, not noticing our confusion.

“Curse, what do you- what do you mean, curse?” asked Dean.

“The car. Little bastard.”

“Oh my god.” I said. I sunk into my chair, resting my hand against my forehead. Dean was about to go off.

“Li-Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?” asked Dean.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, uh, what’s Little Bastard?” asked Sam. I turned and looked at Sam.

“It’s James Dean’s car. It’s the one he was killed in.” I said. Dean was obsessed.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first.”

I could hear Dean whisper to Sam.

“Oh, we are definitely checking this out.”

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Dean walked around the car inspecting it with awe. He was being careful not to touch it, he believed the legend.

“So, what, this is, like, Christine?” asked Sam.

I shook my head. “Oh please don’t start him.” Once Sam had left for Stanford, Dean needed something to make him feel better, and he got completely obsessed with James Dean, more than he usually was. Especially the legend.

He shot me a glare.

“Christine is fiction. This, this is real.”

“Okay. Enlighten me.” said Sam.

“Well, after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by falling on him. And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece.”

My brother’s a dork.

“Hm.” said Sam. He agreed with me, I could tell.

“Then, in 1970, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody’s ever seen it since. I’m telling you, man, if this- if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it’s what killed the guy.”

“So how do we find out?” asked Sam.

“Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number.” I said. Dean nodded, agreeing.

“I’m guessing the engine number-?”

“On the engine. Yeah.” Sam and I turned our head to Dean in amusement.

After minute, Sam, Dean, and I stood staring at the car with our jackets off, sleeves rolled up, contemplating what to do next.

“You want me to do it?” asked Sam, leaning towards Dean.

“No. …No, no, I’ve- I’ve got it.” Dean walked up to the car.

“Okay, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you, so… don’t hurt me.” said Dean.

Dean laid down on the roller board with a pencil in his mouth, rolling himself under the car. He started reading the number when the car shuddered. I could hear him panicking. Laughing, I leant down on the ground next to the car.

“Need a flashlight?” I asked. Dean jumped a little, startled.

“No. Don’t… do anything, just go away.”

I shook my head. “Okay.”

“Don’t speak, all right? In fact, don’t even look at her, she might not like it.”

After a few minutes, Dean rolled out, handing Sam the piece of paper with the engine number.

“Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five.” said Dean, composing himself.

“That’s a lot of research.” said Sam.

“Well, I guess I just made your afternoon.”

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Sam and I sat in the hotel room, having just spent the last few hours trying to figure out more about this car. Finally finding the answer, I called Dean.

“Yo.”

“Hey. Took us a while, but we traced all the car’s previous owners.” said Sam.

“Any of ‘em die bloody?” asked Dean over the phone.

“Nope. In fact-.” I stopped, hearing the crack of pool balls in the background.

“Dean, are you in a bar?” I asked.

“No, I’I’m- I’m in a restaurant.”

“Here’s your beer.” said another voice, probably the bartender.

“Thanks.”

“That happens to have a bar.” said Dean after a moment.

“Thanks Dean, not like we’ve been working our asses off over here or anything.” I said.

“Hey, world’s smallest violin, pal, I spent the afternoon up Christine’s skirt. I needed a drink.”

“Actually, you didn’t.” said Sam.

“Meaning?”

“The car’s first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia; drove it ‘til he died in nineteen-seventy-two.” I said.

“So you’re saying?”

“That Porsche is not, nor has it ever been, James Dean’s car. It’s a fake Little Bastard.” said Sam.

“Well then what was it that killed the guy?”

“Good question.”

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“What do you mean, you gotta go? Go where? We’re not nearly done with this case.” exclaimed Dean. We had just left the wax museum, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to go see Chuck, get this off my chest. Sam and Dean could handle this one without me. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

“There’s just something I need to take care of Dean. You already know how to deal with this. I just need to go, alright?” I stood at the edge of the bed, throwing my clothes in my bag. My car was hear, and I was ready to go.

I turned around, ready to walk out of the door. I walked straight into Dean.

“Is this about what future me said?” asked Dean. He was whispering, low enough that Sammy couldn’t hear. We had made a silent mutual decision not to bring up those details to him.

I nodded, looking at the floor. Dean sighed. I think it was hitting him how much he and Sam didn’t know about me, how much I kept trapped inside.

Dean leant down, kissing the top of my head gently, before moving over, allowing me to leave.

I sat in my truck outside Chuck’s house. It was nighttime now, I had yet to go inside.

“You gonna come inside or what?” My eyes flew open as I glanced at Chuck’s window. He was peeking through the blinds at me, laughing slightly.

I smiled. I could feel some of the tension slipping off my shoulders by just looking at his smiling face. He’s my best friend.

“You wish.” I said.

Chuck laughed, shutting the blinds. He opened the door, waiting for me to get out of my car. I got out, walking to the front door. Chuck let me inside. Staring at each other, Chuck reached out and pulled me into a tight hug, something I think we both needed at this point.

“Hey.” said Chuck.

“Hey.” I said, my voice muffled by his hoodie.

Pulling away, we sat on his couch, side by side. Both of us doing the same nervous habit we shared, heads looking down as we fiddled with our hands. Chuck sat angled towards me, trying to figure out what to say before finally choosing the right words.

“We should probably talk.”

A/N: So...like...don’t kill me? Hehe. Chapter 12 will be up late tomorrow, as promised. I’m excited, I’ve been wanting to get to this part of the story since I started lol.

Does anyone want to be tagged in all I write? Including one shots?

Have a good night guys!

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A Well Needed Surprise (Rob Benedict x Reader)

Summary: You and Rob had been apart for more than 2 weeks, you decide to surprise him at a convention.

Warnings: None Word Count: 834

“Ok! Next question. You!” said Rich, pointing to the mic on the opposite side of where you were.

You stood in line at the other mic, carrying you and Rob’s 4 year old son, Michael. You and Rob had been married for 5 years. You were a traveling journalist, so you and Rob hadn’t seen each other in two and a half weeks. With Rob’s busy career, you had taken Michael with you.

However, you had finished your assignment early and decided to surprise Rob at the next convention, which is where you and Michael were at now.

“Remember what we practiced?” you whispered to your son. He looked up at you with his bright blue eyes, a trait he had luckily gotten from his father, and a wide smile. He nodded quickly.

“I missed Daddy Mommy.” said Michael. You pushed the brown hair out of his eyes, sighing in agreement. You kissed your son’s forehead. The past two and a half weeks had been hard for all three of you, Michael especially. Michael was a rough sleeper, and one of the only things that could calm him down at night was Rob’s singing. Recordings and phone calls hadn’t been enough.

It was finally you’re turn at the mic.

“Last question guys! You!” said Rich, pointing at the mic where you stood. You raised Michael up a bit in your arms so he could reach the mic, letting him speak.

“What’s your favorite thing to do with your kids?” asked Michael in his high pitched voice.

Rob’s head whipped up, instantly recognizing the sound of his son’s voice. Before he could do anything, Matt spoke up.

“Well since Macklin is only about a year and a half old, I say just being with him is my favorite thing to do.” The audience awed at Matt’s answer, obviously finding it adorable. Rich spoke up.

“My sons are in a big reading phase right now, which I hope they never grow out of, but my favorite thing to do is probably read books with them.” said Rich. The audience awed again.

“Robbie?” asked Rich, turning to him. Rob smiled wide, realizing what was happening.

“My favorite thing to do with my son is sing him to sleep. I usually sing him his favorite song. Do you happen to know what that song would be?” asked Rob. Rich and Matt looked at Rob in confusion.

“Honey Bee!” yelled Michael.

Michael started squirming in my arms, wanting to get to his father. I set him down. Michael ran up the stairs, straight into his Rob’s open arms. “Daddy!” The audience awed once again. Rich and Matt turned to your direction, beckoning you to come on stage. You slowly followed behind your son.

Rob stood on stage hugging Michael tightly. Someone handed you a mic from off stage. Rob opened his eyes and gasped as he saw you, pulling you into the hug with Michael.

“Please excuse the adorable family reunion. They haven’t seen each other in over two weeks.” said Matt.

Rob pulled away from the hug, still holding on to Michael.

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t supposed to fly back for another week?” asked Rob. You pulled the mic to your lips.

“I finished my assignment early and thought we’d surprise you." you said with a shrug.

Rob laughed throwing his arm around your shoulder. He kissed your forehead, then Michael’s.

“Alright, alright you three. Let’s let these three have a proper family reunion, shall we? Thank you guys for coming!” said Rich.

R2M bid their farewells to the crowd, Rob still carrying Michael in his arms.

The 4 of you with Michael headed off stage. Rich spoke up.

“Y/N, thank God you showed up today. I swear if I had to deal with Rob moping for another week I may have just exploded.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” said Matt. He walked over and gave you a side hug before sitting on the couch in the green room.

You turned to Rob, surprised that he had been moping that much publicly to the other boys. Rob sat in the corner of the room with your guy’s son, rolling a random ball back and forth between him and Michael. You walked over and sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Did you like your surprise?” you asked, smiling into his shirt. Rob rolled the ball back to Michael, cheering as the boy caught it.

He turned and kissed you, kissing the top of your head. “You have no idea.” Michael suddenly rolled the ball back, bouncing it off of Rob’s foot. “Ha-ha! I win Daddy!” he ran up, jumping hard into Rob’s lap. You laughed as Rob groaned in the surprise pain.

“You sure did, buddy, you sure did.” Rob wrapped one arm around Michael, kissing the top of his head. The other arm went around you.

You caught Rob’s glance, surprised at how serious he looked.

“But I won too.”

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 10)

Sam, Dean, and I stood in our dad’s storage room, our shotguns in our hands. Dead demons were sprawled out in front of us on the floor.

“I see you told the demons where the sword is.” The three of us jumped and turned around. Zachariah stood before us with two other angels.

“Oh, thank god. The angels are here.” said Dean, the sarcasm obvious in his voice.

“And to think… they could have grabbed it any time they wanted. It was right in front of them.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck’s skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn’t fine it. Until now. You’ve just hand-delivered it to us.” said the angel.

“We don’t have anything.” said Dean.

“Ahhh!!” I yelled. A pain thrashed through my forehead and I fell to my knees.

“Ranger!?”

Dean and Michael stood in an old house.

“Well, I’d say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn’t you?” asked Michael, using John’s body for a vessel.

Dean pointed to a dead Sam in the corner.

“Fix him.”

“First… We talk. Then I fix your darling little Sammy.”

“How’d you get in my dad, anyway?” asked Dean.

“I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes.” said the archangel.

“I guess they oversold me being your one and only vessel.”

“You’re my true vessel, but not my only one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Dean.

“It’s a bloodline.” said Michael.

“A bloodline?”

“Stretching back to Cain and Abel. It’s in your blood, your father’s blood, your family’s blood.”

I came to, hunched over on the ground. I looked up at Zachariah with wide eyes.

“You saw it, didn’t you? You saw the Michael sword.” said Zachariah. I nodded, still a little stunned.

The angel looked up at Dean.

“It’s you, Chucklehead. You’re the Michael sword.” said the angel.

Dean looked from me to the angel, shock written all over his face. Sam just looked at me with a knowing glance. He already knew about the visions.

“What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You’re just a human, Dean. And not much of one.”

“What do you mean, I’m the sword?” asked Dean, choosing to pick that topic out of the problems that had just surfaced.

“You’re Michael’s weapon. Or, rather, his… receptacle.” said Zachariah.

“I’m a vessel?”

“You’re the vessel. Michael’s vessel.”

“How? Why- why me?” asked Dean.

“Because you’re chosen! It’s a great honor, Dean.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That’s real fun. I think I’ll pass thanks.”

“Joking. Always joking. Well… no more jokes.”

Zachariah raised his hand, fingers like a gun, pointing it at Dean. He shifted his hand to Sam.

“Bang.”

Sam fell to the ground with a loud crunch.

“God!” yelled Sam.

“You son of a bitch.” said Dean, turning to the angel.

“Keep mouthing off, I’ll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don’t have our general. That’s bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?”

“How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?” I asked.

“Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He’ll roast the planet alive.” said Zachariah.

“There’s a reason you’re telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin.” said Dean.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well, there’s got to be another way.”

“There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written.”

“Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand… Eat me. The answer’s no.”

“Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby- we know he’s gravely injured. Say yes, and we’ll heal him. Say no, he’ll never walk again.” said Zachariah.

Sam and I glanced up at our brother.

“No.” said Dean.

“Then how about we heal you from… stage four stomach cancer?”

Dean doubled over coughing. He spit in his palm, blood.

“No.” said Dean, refusing to give up.

“Then let’s get really creative. Uh, let’s see how… Sam does without his lungs.”

Sam starts gasping for breath in the corner.

“Are we having fun yet? You’re going to say yes, Dean.” said Zachariah.

“Just kill us.” I said.

“Kill you? Oh, no. I’m just getting started.”

All of a sudden, a bright white light flashed. One of the angels collapsed; a bloody hole in his throat. Castiel stood, alive, fighting the second angel, stabbing him in the back. All Sam, Dean, Zachariah, and I could do was staring in surprise.

“How are you…?” Castiel cut him off.

“Alive? That’s a good question. How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. Cause the angels didn’t do it. I think we both know the answer, don’t we?” asked Castiel.

“No. That’s not possible.” said Zachariah.

“It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these three back together and go. I won’t ask twice.” said Castiel.

Zachariah vanished. Sam and I looked up surprised, the pain we had now gone. Dean was the same. The three of us stood up.

“You three need to be more careful.” said Cas.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than we thought.” I said.

“I don’t mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won’t be enough to protect you.”

Castiel stepped forward and put one hand on Sam and Dean’s chest. The two gasped.

“What the hell was that?” asked Dean.

Castiel walked over to me.

“An Enochian sigil. It’ll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer.” Castiel put his hand on my chest, doing the same. I gasped, feeing the branding.

“What, did you just brand us with it?” I asked.

“No. I carved it into your ribs.”

“You don’t really need it.”

I whipped my head up, eyes wide. It wasn’t Chuck’s voice I just heard, it was Cas’. Cas gave me a small nod of knowing.

Silence filled the room.

“Hey, Cas, were you really dead?” asked Sam.

“Yes.”

“Then how are you back?” asked Dean.

Castiel took a look at Dean, vanishing in an instant. The three of us now alone.

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Sam, Dean, and I walked out of the hospital, fresh from talking to the now paralyzed Bobby. I started walking to my truck. Dean grabbed my arm, spinning me around.

“Talk. Now.” said Dean.

“About…?” I asked. I knew what he wanted but I didn’t, I wasn’t, gonna give it up that easily.

“The visions, Ranger.” said Sam. Sam leant against the door of my pickup with his arms cross, not caring that he had just broke the promise he had made to me just a few weeks prior.

“Wait a minute, visions?! Range what the actual hell is going on here?” asked Dean.

“I don’t know, okay!? I don’t know. But you know as well as I do that we have bigger fish to fry right now. Whatever, whatever I’m seeing? All it’s been so far is the future, or the past. Just leave it alone, okay? We can’t deal with it now.”

It was falling apart. Everything I’ve spent my whole life hiding was about to come out in mere seconds if I wasn’t careful.

Dean stayed silent, confused at my outburst. He wanted to help, I could see that, but he also couldn’t risk me wanting to leave now.

“I’ll see you guys later.” I jumped in my car, starting it, and pulled away, leaving the two of them in the parking lot.

A/N: Thank you all for the support! I have a question for you guys!

Would you prefer each chapter being one episode or have the episodes be split up into different chapters? I’m just curious because I know this episode took like 4 chapters to complete.

Thanks again! Chapter 11 should be up really soon. :D

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 14)

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