Coming Home to Ash

Wrapping her exposed arms across her chest, a borrowed flannel shirt draped over her head, (y/n) stares up through the soft fabric. She never knew when the habit first started, but she always found herself finding comfort in covering her face whenever she was resting. Something to do with being afraid of opening her eyes to something horrific like many times before. (e/c) orbs watching the flashes of pale yellow light seep into the blue stripes of the shirt, (y/n) listens to the faint conversation of the two in the front seats of the car

"Look, when we get back to Bobby's-" Dean's voice is still filled with a shaky concern for his brother. She hears Sam scoff lightly

"It's okay, Dean-" He reassures Dean quickly, more confident than hours before ,"-I'm good. No white rabbits, you know? I'm not seeing anything."

"Okay...baby steps"

"Guys-" (y/n) is suddenly holding onto the head rests of the men's seats, leaning her body forward to peer through the front window ,"-Fire"

"What?" Dean and Sam watch through furrowed eyebrows as she sniffs the air, body immediately responding to the familiar smell and warmth of the flames nearby. (e/c) eyes search through the deep blue sky, widening upon finding a plume of black smoke rising from behind a dense wall of trees. She points a steady finger towards the cloud

"Something's on fire over there" she explains quickly, watching as Dean begins to push his boot further into the gas pedal, body tensing up upon seeing the direction she was pointing to.

"Oh no..."

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Stepping out of the parked Impala, faces illuminated by the bright red flicker of the burning inferno ahead of them, the brothers watch helplessly as Bobby's home is crushed by the destructive hands of the fire. Stepping forward, (y/n)'s eyes begin to glow a deep orange color, hands calling out to the flames as if they were her children, outstretched fingers encouraging them to calm. Following the swift movement of her arms, the blaze dies on her command, leaving behind a smoldering mess of wood and brick. (y/n) turns back to Sam and Dean, eyes fading back to their original (e/c) color

"We got to go inside-" She motions for the two to follow after her, shaking them from their slightly dazed state ,"-check to see if..."

"If Bobby was in there" Dean finishes her sentence, body carrying him forward to carefully step into the charcoal home. Following after him, heads bowing down to avoid the collapsing door frame, Sam and (y/n) slowly make their way into the house. (y/n) finds herself frozen in place, (e/c) eyes scanning what used to be the living room and shivering at the damage done to destroy everything. Books and papers were turned to clumps of ash and the furniture she grew to love sleeping on we're nothing but masses of burnt fabric. Everything was gone. She could only imagine the pain the boys must be feeling.

"Any sign of him?" Sam comes back from his search through the basement, meeting Dean as he appears from the hallway. Dean shakes his head slowly, the pair turning to face (y/n). She shakes her head as well. Without speaking, a foreboding air settling upon the group, the 3 make their way back outside. Dean leads them towards the sheds further away from the destroyed home, finally speaking once they're far enough

"That place was torched-" he begins, anger evident in his voice as he continues ,"-somebody knew what they were doing."

"You think Bobby was back there?" Sam asks, letting out a shaky breath as he lets his eyes wander around the crowded lot.

"I don't know..."

"Let's split up-" (y/n) suggests, motioning in the directions she thinks they should all go ,"-cover more ground, yell when we find him?"

Nodding in agreement, (y/n) watches as the two men stomp off into their specified directions, wishing them a silent good luck once they disappear. Turning on her heels, she finds herself sprinting through the maze of busted cars, rusted metal stinging her nose as a cool breeze rushes past her body. Climbing onto one of the larger trucks, boots crunching the shattered glass strewn across the hood of the car, she runs a hand through her hair to keep the (h/c) locks from falling into her face. (e/c) eyes scan the area surrounding her, bouncing from one junk car to the next, occasionally finding the large shadows of Dean and Sam as they scream out for the lost hunter.

"Bobby!" She joins in on the desperate calling, sliding off of the hood of the car and landing in the soft dirt beneath her. A few minutes pass and a haunting silence falls upon the smoke filled lot. It's then she realizes that Sam and Dean haven't yelled out in a while.

"Sam! Dean-!" Her cry for the two brothers is suddenly drowned out by the ear splitting bang of a gun in the distance, a bright flash of golden light piercing the smoggy air before disappearing. Blood boiling in her veins, knowing someone may be hurt, she begins a mad dash through the lot. Coming into a clear path, (y/n) is finally able to see the tops of the boy's heads over the roof of a crushed van. Narrowing her eyes, she watches as a dark haired man suddenly comes into view, hand moving to wipe away at a black ooze seeping out from the flesh of his head. Leviathan. Before she's close enough, the dark haired man is suddenly lunging at Dean, tossing the man to the side as if he were a rag doll. The Winchester slams into the windshield of one of the surrounding cars, body falling into a pathetic heap in the dirt.

"Dean!" Sam calls out helplessly to his brother, body instinctively moving towards the injured man. The Leviathan notices this, mouth opening up into a horrendous hole, razor teeth lining it's slime coated gums. Holding a rusted crowbar in his hand, he swings down onto Sam's head. He's out cold with a sickening crack, body crumpling to the ground. Before he's able to do any more damage though, (y/n) slides over the roof of a van and slams her body into the much larger creature. They both land to the ground, (y/n) pinning the man down with as much strength as she could muster

"Eat this, dickwad" before he's inevitably able to over power her, (y/n) spits into the gaping hole of his mouth and rolls off to the side. Standing up to her feet just as the Leviathan is able to steady his own ground, she ignites the fuel filled saliva with the clench of her fist. The creature's throat glows a deep red before exploding, black goo bursting from the hole made in his neck. She knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would distract him enough from what she saw Dean doing behind her.

"(y/n), step back!-" Dean's voice cuts through the tense air, (y/n) stepping back to distance herself from the haunting shadow overhead.

Before the Leviathan is able to fully recover from her little distraction, the pair watch as Dean clicks the glowing red button of a yellow remote, massive car hanging just above the creature being released from it's metal claw. Within the blink of an eye, the vehicle slams into the ground where the Leviathan once stood, tan dust billowing up in large clouds as glass shatters across the empty lot. Thick black blood seeps out from underneath the metal, liquid spreading across the dirt in root like patterns

"Sam?" Dean's voice is hoarse as he calls out to his brother. (y/n) turns to see him crawling on his broken leg, blood seeping from the hole in his jeans, as he tries to get to the unconscious hunter. Rushing to his aid, she helps the man to his feet, apologizing when he hisses in pain. Walking him over to Sam, she leans down to quickly hoist his lifeless body up into her arms, now holding onto two full grown men

"Sammy? Hey!" Dean reaches over her body to shove his brother lightly, voice fragile as he frantically looks for any sign of consciousness in the Winchester ,"Come on now, you're the tallest one out of all of us, you should be doing the carrying!"

' "Dean, we need to get him to a hospital-" (y/n) tries to keep her tone steady, calm enough to hopefully help ease Dean's anxious body. He shakes his head, obviously unaffected by her attempt

"Bastard slashed baby's tires-" he explains, breath shaky as he tries to talk through the pain of the open flesh wound on his leg ,"-no way to drive"

"Get your phone then and call an ambulance. I'm not letting you boys die on me tonight."

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With an arm around each of their torsos, fingers gripping the fabric of their coats to keep them from falling, (y/n) held tightly onto each Winchester. Sam was still unconscious and Dean passed out from the pain of his broken leg shortly after calling 911. Sirens wail in the distance. (e/c) eyes watch as the white vehicle pulls into the lot, face illuminated by the flashing lights on it's roof. Slowly moving towards the van, the back doors swing open to reveal a small team of men dressed in navy clothes. They rush forward to meet her

"Ma'am, thank you-" two other men remove the boys from her arms and place them onto metal gurneys, "-but we can take this from here"

"I-I can't come with?" there's a sudden vulnerability in her voice as she says this, hand instinctively reaching out towards the brothers being strapped into the beds.

"Unless you have a close relationship with the patients, then no, you can't" the scruffy haired man explains quickly. She freezes, unsure how to answer. What could she say to get him to understand, let her be by their side.

"Our sister-" Dean's tired voice cuts through the commotions, (y/n) and the EMT both turning to see him awake and motioning for the girl to come forward with a light smile ,"-she's our little sister, she needs to be with us"

Nodding in understanding, the EMT quickly leads the girl towards the brothers, helping her into the ambulance before the rest of his team wheels in the beds. She watches helplessly as they lock the gurneys into the vehicle, swinging the large back doors closed, and beginning their race to the nearest hospital. Dean is out like a light again, both brothers being evaluated and checked on throughout the bumpy ride

"2 males, late 20s-" The EMT speaks into the small radio hooked onto his chest, (y/c) carefully listening to every word as she casts worried glances over to the boys ,"-first with head trauma. Signs of increasing intracranial pressure. Second with a left side tibia fracture."

(y/n) can barely make out the sizzled voice on the other end, understanding that Sam's condition was bad and only getting worse. Suddenly the EMT says something that makes (y/n)'s blood run cold

"Copy that. We're just pulling into Sioux Falls-"

"Sioux Falls, as in, Sioux Falls General?" (y/n)'s voice doesn't hide the fear she feels pooling in the pit of her stomach. The EMT nods, flashing a light into Sam's blue eyes as he holds the man's eyelids open with gloved fingers

"Yeah?"

"W-We can't go there, you have to take them somewhere else!" She begs the man, only to get a condescending chuckle in reply

"It's okay, Ma'am-" His smile is strangely dark when he meets her frightened gaze ,"-the doctors there will take great care of your brothers..."

"Nothing to worry about."