Day As FBI

Using the soft pads of her fingers, (y/n) roughly pulls down the grey pencil skirt hugging her hips in a way that made her feel as if she wasn't even wearing anything in the first place. With the (s/c) skin of her legs on full display, toes crushed inside a pair of high heels, and a formal white button up beneath a grey blazer, (y/n) found her insides burning with a newfound hatred for women's clothing. Dean glances at the girl briefly, dressed in his own formal attire, and chuckles at the uncomfortable look in her (e/c) eyes

"It's just for a few hours, Tweety, you'll be fine" An amused smile crossing his lips at the way she furrowed her eyebrows in frustration, crossing one of her legs over her knee to sit somewhat comfortably in the leather seat of the Impala

"I could have just stayed in the car, let you do the detective work..." She grumbles quietly, crossing her arms protectively against her chest upon seeing how her button up exposes her womanly features in a way she was never used to. In the 1900's, she had to wear corsets, billowing skirts that trailed behind her body, and blouses that practically choked you from how high the neck line was. Today's fashion was exposing, uncomfortable and strangely tight.

"And let you miss out on the fun?" He teases lightly, pulling the car into a parking lot and turning off the engine ,"no way!"

(y/n) watches as Dean hops out of the car, swinging the door open with a loud creak before peeking his head back into the small space.

"You have the I.D.?"

Pulling out the small leather wallet from the inside pocket of her blazer, she dramatically shows the man the impressive fake F.B.I badge he had made for her just a few hours earlier while she was out shopping for her own monkey suit. He smiles playfully at her.

"All right, let's go, partner"

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Walking through the winding halls of the high school, pale brick chipped and stained from the years of neglect it suffered from, (y/n) and Dean make confident strides towards the glowing room near the end of the hallway. With a police officer guarding the line of neon yellow tape stretched across the width of the open door, the frantic radio chatter and voices of other officers seep out into the almost empty hall. Dean steps forward, pulling out his I.D. to show to the guard. (y/n) mirrors his actions, trying her best to hide her nervousness as she flipped open her own badge

"Hi. Special agent Anderson-" He motions to the smaller girl next to him ,"-and special agent Williams"

A man from behind the police tape urges the pair forward, nodding in understanding upon seeing the two formally dressed 'agents'. Quickly stepping beneath the yellow border, (y/n) and Dean professionally greet the honey-skinned man currently tweezing pieces of bloodied flesh from the grout between the tiled wall.

"Forensics-" the man explains, gently placing the sample of flesh into a small plastic tube for transfer ,"-I can show you the layout and please...step lightly. We got a whole bunch of NC-17 shizznickle right over there."

(y/n) and Dean share a confused glance upon hearing the strange way the man put his words, glancing over to the spot he was warning them about and finding a pile of hair and blood near the corner of the room. The scarlet liquid slowly seeping down the drain it was next to.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say it looked like a bear tore through here..." (y/n) comments quietly, (e/c) eyes widening as she observes the aftermath of the massacre. With lockers tossed to the side as if they were plastic, and disgusting mixtures of blood and flesh splattered across every surface, (y/n) found herself shivering at the thought of what happened here. Sniffing the air instinctively, she finds herself moving closer to the enclosed brick space of the showers, eyes scanning every surface as she makes her way into the blue tiles area.

"Dean-" she calls out to the man, quiet enough to not get anyone else's attention as she motions for him to come over ,"-found something"

The hunter checks his surroundings before moving forward to stand next to (y/n), his own green eyed landing on the spot she was staring at. There, smeared across the baby blue brick, was a tar like ooze. The same black goo that was seeping out of every pore of Castiel's body before he exploded.

"Damn it..."

"What should we do?" She asks gently, knowing she's going to have to follow whatever he says since she has no clue how hunting works. He shakes his head, letting out a tired sigh before motioning for them to leave the room

"Get the full report, go back to Bobby's, and figure out how to track these sons of bitches"

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Sitting back into the cool leather seats of the Impala, (y/n) watches as the city lights streak past her window like fireflies, navy blue sky behind the black silhouette of the buildings they pass. Now back into her comfortable clothes, baggy and soft against her warm skin, she finds herself enjoying the music playing faintly on the radio The Beatles, a song she could tell Dean really enjoyed by the way his shoulders relaxed from their previously tense position. He clears his throat suddenly, catching the attention of the girl next to him

"I just wanted to say that-" He's hesitant to continue, still not very good at giving compliments ,"-thanks for coming with me today."

"It was really no problem, Dean-" (y/n) reassures, sensing the discomfort as he focuses his gaze on the road ,"-I'm happy to help you guys out."

"Why?" The question catches her off guard, (e/c) eyes watching the side of his stubbled face as he continues to watch the empty road ahead ,"you don't have to stay with us if you don't want to, (y/n)..."

"Do you not want me around anymore?"

"No!" He's quick to answer, slightly surprising even himself as he continues ,"I mean, it's not that I don't want you around, it's just...With everything that's going on, wouldn't you want to be steering clear from us?"

"What do you mean?"

"You saw Cas-" He explains slowly, sadness evident in his green eyed gaze ,"-being friends with us, you could end up just like him. Hell, at this point in my life, I'm counting on it"

"Dean-" She says his name softly, understanding what he's getting at ,"-I stay because I've grown to care about you guys. I'd choose this life faster than I'd choose the one I had before."

"But...Why? Why would you put yourself in danger like that?"

"Because-" she sighs lightly a confident smile pulling at her lips upon seeing the fragility in the man next to her ,"-I'm getting the chance to do something with my life. Make my time here on this earth worthwhile instead of cowering beneath the monsters out to get me. If I'm in danger, fuck it, at least it's for a good cause, you know?"

Dean is silent for a moment, green eyes glancing at her briefly before he's finding a proud smile pulling at his lips. Just when he thought he couldn't admire the girl more for her bravery during this tough time, she goes and says something like this. Sighing tiredly, knowing that she was staying on the team for good, he chuckles lightly. A comfortable silence falls upon the pair as they continue their night drive towards Bobby's place, music filling the cool air. When a few minutes pass, Dean finally clears his throat, reaching into his coat pocket to hand over his phone to the girl

"Dial up Sam for me and put him on speaker" he instructs, watching from the side as she does as she's told, hand holding the phone up between them as the faint ring goes off. He picks up

"Yeah?" Sam's voice is slightly muffled as it passes through the device, Dean leaning over to begin talking to his brother

"Well, we are positive for ick-" he explains with a tired sigh ,"-same kind of stuff that came out of Cas."

"Two of the swim team kids are missing-" (y/n) adds, recalling what the police had told her before they left the high school ,"-apparently they stole on of their parents cars and haven't been seen since."

"So, you think these, um, Leviathan things just jump into people? Like Eve did?"

"If they took over Castiel's body, it wouldn't surprise me if they could do the same to others" (y/n) answers

"Anyways, uh, state troopers got surveillance cam on the kids, about six hours old. They're gassing up just south of the Dakota line, so we're headed back your way. We'll just track 'em from Bobby's." Dean explains their plan of action, passing through the red glow of the stop light when there aren't any cars to be seen. Sam clears his throat, seemingly distracted from the conversation. (y/n) and Dean share a knowing look

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Hey-" Dean is hesitant to continue ,"-how are you doing?"

"You know, uh, okay-" the way he speaks is as if he's hiding his nerves, scoffing lightly on his end. Dean nods slowly, unsure if he can believe his brother after the day before

"Okay. Well, hang in there, alright?"

"Okay, bye guys"

(y/n) and Dean bid their farewells before she hung up the phone, placing the small device onto the small compartment in front of her. Glancing over at Dean, she finds that he's mirroring the same concern she feels. Something about that conversation didn't feel right, as if Sam was hanging on by a thread while he was talking to them, unable to really grasp what the pair was saying to him. (y/n) couldn't help but feel something was wrong

"Do you really think he's okay?" She asks Dean gently. Suddenly, he begins to step further into the pedal on the ground, Impala speeding past road signs as he drives anxiously through the tar black night.

"No."