First Hunt: Day 3

Sitting across from Dean at the wooden motel table, (y/n) watches with a playful grin as he digs into the massive pie he bought on their way back. Scooping up a spoonful of the pale yellow cream, she has to cover her mouth from laughing as he shoves it between his lips. Just then, Sam walks through the motel doors

"Dude, pie!" Dean's excited voice is muffled, mouth still full of cream, as he motions towards the large desert in front of him. Sam, ignoring him, slaps a clear plastic bag onto the empty spot next to (y/n). A foul stench hits the pair in the face with a force that could knock them out. (y/n) finds herself instinctively covering her nose to shield the stinging aroma

"Oh my god, that is horrendous..." Dean nods in agreement, gagging to himself as he moves his pie away from the bag of faint pink skin and bones.

"Chicken feet, just like the recipe calls for-" Sam explains, taking a seat as far away as possible from the bag ,"-butcher's fridge is down."

"I can smell that" Dean whines, plugging his nose as if his life depended on it

"Butcher said the power's been wonky and that he's lost so much product, he probably won't make rent. Ditto every shop on the block, nothing but burst pipes and blackouts"

"I would feel bad, but I think I'm about to pass out" Dean replies through a pained smile. Sam ignores him and continues to talk

"People keep saying, it's like all of a sudden, the town ran out of luck"

"So, coincidence, right?" (y/n) asks sarcastically, watching and Dean grabs a hold of the tightly wrapped bag unable to contain the awful stench of the rotted meat.

"Uh, yeah, we're past the point of dead flowers" Sam replies nervously as he watches Dean walk over to him with the bag in hand, holding it out in front of him as if it were diseased

"The witch is pissed, all the more reason to get a move on here-" Dean offers the bag to Sam, the younger brother recoiling slightly, light eyes almost begging him to stop ,"-why don't you just....c-can you take the feet?"

"Dean, please-"

"Just take the feet or else I'll throw up all over you, I swear-"

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Leaning forward in the backseat of the Impala, (y/n) watches the dimly lit home as Sam and Dean discuss the plan of attack. (e/c) eyes scanning each fogged window through the darkness of the night, she finds that Don and Maggie are arguing on the first floor of the house, shadowed forms barely visible behind the mass of vegetation.

"So, we're now dealing with two extremely pissed witches?" She asks the pair sitting up front, watching Maggie and Don's figures carefully as they continue to argue

"Great first hunt, huh?" Dean sarcastically replies, tossing a playful smile over his shoulder.

"We'll see how great it is when we try this spell" She sighs lightly before grabbing a hold of the horrifically smelly bag of chicken feet beneath her. Sam and Dean gag in response. Quickly throwing together all of the necessary ingredients, the group finally exit the car, (y/n) carrying the small bowl in her hands

"You ready?" Sam asks the pair who nod ,"Let's get these witches..."

Silently creeping through the darkness, bodies easily sneaking to the back door of the home, Dean picks the metal lock until a faint click echoes through the air. They're in. Swinging open the door, the group head straight into the small living area the pair of witches were currently residing in, arguing ceasing upon hearing their footsteps. Dean frantically reads out the incantation

"Furor divina virtute in infernum eam detrude!" Upon hearing his last words, (y/n) quickly ignites the ingredients with the snap of her fingers. The bowl is set ablaze, casting a brief orange glow upon their faces., before it slowly dies down again. Don and Maggie are still standing tall, much to the hunters' surprise.

"Let me guess-" Maggie raises a cocky eyebrow at the dumbfounded group ,"-chicken feet? Not chilled, huh?"

"For obvious reasons, you won't be leaving this room-" Don stands from his seated position, placing the glass of alcohol he was drinking on the coffee table beside him ,"-well, you will be leaving, just not...alive. Maggie?"

Sensing the threat, (y/n) protectively throws the boys behind her own body, (e/c) eyes glowing a deep orange. With her hands tense at her sides, smoke begins to billow in clouds from her palms, Don and Maggie raising curious eyebrows

"A Phoenix-?" Before the question is able to leave Don's lips, (y/n) is lunging towards the pair with her palms outstretched, white hot flames erupting from her hands as she swings. She gets a single burning hit in on Don before she's flung away. With the flick of a wrist, Maggie sends (y/n) flying to the side, body crashing into the brick wall beside them. Before she's able to react after her fall, the iron bars covering the ash covered fireplace move on their own, wrapping tightly around her wrists. She screams out in pain at the burning sensation making its way across her hands as the metal twists around her limbs.

"Bad birdy-" Maggie teases the girl chained to the ground, watching as a plume of black smoke escapes her clenched teeth ,"-can't have you burning the house down, can we?"

Without letting her respond, Don waves his hand in her direction, another iron bar snaking its way across (y/n)'s soft lips , effectively preventing her from breathing fire as well. She was completely helpless. Turning back towards the boys still standing in the corner in shock, casting worried glances to the girl burning beside them, the pair of witches continue with their spell. The spell meant to kill them

"Puterea magiei negre-"

"Okay, plan 'B'?" (y/n) hears Sam whisper to his brother, a desperate look in his eyes. Dean furrows his eyebrows

"What's plan 'B'?"

"Talking"

"-La suferinta-"

"Now, really?" Dean motions towards the pair currently focused on their incantation, frustration evident on his features. Sam shrugs nervously

"This is obviously a domestic dispute...so if you can't kill them, counsel them?"

"Yeah, you know what? Not my area!"

"-Supun-te ordinelor mele-" Just before the pair are able to finish their spell, Dean is rushing forward with his hands outstretched to signal that he isn't a threat to them anymore.. Luckily for him, his fantic waving distracts them from continuing.

"Okay! Uh, look, uh-" (y/n) finds herself praying to anything that he's able to recover from his stuttering state ,"-obviously, you two are capable of wiping each other out, r-right? But y-you haven't, huh? Which means that you two, uh, still value whatever it is you got a-and you want to keep that dance going"

Dean looks back at Sam and (y/n) for a moment, both of them encouraging him to keep it up because he's kind of on a roll. Turning back to the pair ow witches staring him down through narrowed eyes, he finds some confidence

"Maybe it's punishment. M-Maybe it's sick, messed-up, erotic, kinky-" (y/n) and Sam widen their eyes, knowing he's going too far and completely blowing it ,"-'clamps and feathers' kind of love-"

"O-Okay, t-that's-" Sam rushed forward to grab onto Dean's jacket, harshly pulling him back ,"-that's going way too deep, there, cowboy. Look, what he's trying to say is that...is that you two, whatever it is that you have, you're bonded"

"Are you out of your mind?" Maggie huffs out in frustration, motioning to Don standing next to her ,"He cheated on me, humiliated me-"

"We're not trying to say what Don did was right-" Upon hearing his name leave Sam's lips, Don raises a challenging eyebrow in his direction ,"-when a relationship cracks, usually both parties have a hand in it."

"Indeed" Don agrees, only making Maggie angrier

"You're defending him?" Before he's able to respond, he doubles over with a groan when she waves her hand, crumbling to the floor next to Dean. (y/n) watches as the older hunter begins to panic, words spilling out of his mouth as he desperately tries to make the situation right

"Woah! Okay, look, n-nobody can defend Don! Right? But, uh, we get that you feel betrayed...b-because you were-"

"Don't suck up to her" This time, it's Don who throws out his hand, tossing Dean into a glass door as if he were a doll. The man goes crashing the floor in a pile of glass shards. (y/n) pulls desperately at the iron wrapped around her body, whimpering at the burning pain as she watches the boys writhe around on the ground. She wanted to help them more than anything, but she was stuck. Suddenly, Maggie's hatred filled voice fills the air as she speaks directly to Don, apparently not too worried about the hunters on the floor in front of her

"I was betrayed, Don, by all of them...Carl introduced you to Wendy, Dewey covered for you, Wendy did you!"

"Okay, okay, look-" Sam slowly stands from the ground, a pained look still on his face as he tries to talk ,"-I got to say I-I don't think Don was lying when he said he regrets the whole Wendy thing"

(y/n) cringes behind the iron mask covering her mouth, (e/c) eyes squinting shut when she hears the words come out of Sam's mouth. If she were free right about then, she would have punched him before Maggie got the chance.

"'Thing'?" Maggie echoes, (y/n) watching with a sigh as she forces the man to fall back to the ground ,"Sit down"

"Yeah, affair, that's right, terrible..." Sam groans, body twisting in pain on the intricately designed carpet beneath him. With him occupied with aching body, Maggie turns back to Don

"I think the only thing he regrets is getting caught"

"Wendy was nothing to me!" Don tries to defend himself ,"It was over as soon as it started!"

"She was part of a pattern, okay? I've had 800 years of this, do not make me bring up the renaissance!"

"Oh! You're one to talk!" Don accuses, passionate frustration evident in his voice as he continues ,"1492 ring any bells?"

"That man was about to set sail! He could possibly fall off the edge of the earth. I took pity, Don. What's your excuse?"

"I told you, nothing happened with the medici chick! You've always been insanely jealous..."

"Oh, I wonder why! Jenny, Wendy-"

"Jenny? Nothing happened with Jenny. She's just my assistant"

"That's true-" Dean's hoarse voice calls out, finally able to stand onto his feet again as he explains, "-she, uh, she told us. Just an assistant."

Maggie, either just angry that he existed, or using his body as a punching bag, uses her powers to toss Dean aside once again. He goes flying into the other room with a shout before she's turning back to confront Don

"Is that true?"

"Yes, I swear it, babe" (y/n), now completely invested in this since she has nothing else to do, notes the genuine sincerity in Don's voice as he continues ,"I made a mistake. I'm so sorry, Maggie"

"See?" Sam stands, somewhat ruining the heartfelt moment as he talks through labored breaths ,"Guys, you're talking. All these years, you buried your anger and your disappointment till it tore you apart. All you needed to do was talk!"

"And I would have missed the nuking that my melon just took-" Dean adds, chuckling tiredly to himself ,"-well, who wants that?"

(y/n) rolls her eyes as she watches Dean get slammed up against the wall, Don raising his fist in the air to summon a horde of bees. The buzzing group of insects swarm the thrashing hunter, accidentally swallowing one in the process. Maggie chuckles at the sight which seems to soften Don's features when he catches it

"He's right, you know-" his voice is gentle as he stares at her ,"-I couldn't kill you. All I ever wanted is you, Mags. I've been crushing on you since forever...you're the woman that I want to never grow old with"

"I could never murder you either, Don..." Maggie admits with a playful smile ,"It's crazy, but true."

"You forgive me?"

"...I forgive you..."

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"(y/n), come on, we gotta stop that bleeding" Sam's concerned voice fills the air as the small group of beaten up hunters make their way back into their dimly lit motel room.

"Sam, I told you, I'll be fine-" (y/n) tries to get him to understand that he doesn't need to take care of her, but he's insistent.

"No, I'm not having that 'I can heal' crap, you're letting me bandage you up" Sam motions for her to sit on the bed next to Dean who is currently face down in the pillows, groaning in pain. She chuckles lightly at his state

"Maggie really knocked you around, huh?"

"My head feels like it's filled with bees" His voice comes out muffled as he whines into the soft mattress, resting his aching body for a short moment before they'll have to leave. Sam, emerging from the bathroom with a small wet rag and some gauze. She rolls her eyes

"I can do this myself, you know. She teases, offering the burnt flesh of her hands to the man smiling lightly at her

"Yeah? Well too bad. I know you're too stubborn to take care of yourself"

"Sam, I'm not human. Things can't hurt me like they can hurt you, I don't need to take care of myself"

"That's a load of bullshit and you know it." Sam laughs lightly ,"you're just like Dean, you know that?"

"What about me?" Dean finally props his body up, sitting on the edge of the bed next to (y/n) as Sam dresses her hands in the white gauze

"Nothing, go pack up the car, jerk"

"Bitch"

With those kind words, Dean stands up from his spot, rubbing roughly at his eyes to keep himself from passing out. Suddenly, (y/n) finds herself sniffing the air, freezing upon smelling something familiar behind the faint reek of the rotted chicken feet in their room earlier

"Dean, wait!" Calling out desperately to him, she realizes it's too late. Throwing open the door to their room, a man with a sickeningly sweet smile stands haunting beneath the spotlight. Dean pulls out his gun in the blink of an eye, aiming it straight to the man's head as he slowly walks back towards the pair near the bed

"Hiya Sammy, Dean-" the scruffy looking man meet's (y/n)'s wide eyed gaze, licking his lips ,"-(y/n)"

"Do we know you?" Sam asks, cautiously reaching for his own gun.

"Leviathan..." Her voice is barely a whisper when she's able to let the word leave her lips, never taking her (e/c) eyes off of the man before her who seems to be fixed on her too. Without letting him respond, Dean shoots off his gun, bullet making it's new home in the man's chest. The tar like substance that seeps out from the hole in his jacket is enough to confirm the suspicion. The Leviathan smiles

"Sorry, buddy, you're a bit outmatched"

Rushing forward with impossible speed, the man uses his strength to knock the gun from Dean's hands, landing a hard punch to the side of his head. When the older hunter collapses, the Leviathan moves onto the two next to him. Choking Sam with one of his hands while the other flings (y/n) into the tiles of the open bathroom wall, the Leviathan seems victorious. That is, until a bright flash of purple light bursts through the door and crashes into the man's spine, illuminating his entire skeletal structure for a moment before he crumbles to the carpet.

"Don?" peeking up through the mess of (h/c) locks that had fallen into her face when she crashed into the bathroom, she spots the vague form of the witch they had just saved the marriage of. Standing up onto her own feet, steadying her aching body as it sways slightly, she slowly makes her way back into the main room. Sam and Dean seemed just as shocked to see Don as she was.

"Thanks, man, we owe you" Dean pants, hands trying to support his weight as he leans against the nightstand.

"Good god, what is that thing?" Don motions to the Leviathan passed out on the floor, motionless.

"I guess we should be figuring that out..." Sam sighs lightly, running a hand through his light brown locks ,"It's on our to-do list."

"You know, find a bottomless pit and drop it in-" Don suggests, body suddenly moving to kneel down next to their hotel beds ,"-spell only lasts for a few days."

"Whatcha doing, Donny boy?" (y/n) asks, watching him carefully as he sticks his hand beneath each mattress. He chuckles lightly at her, yanking something from beneath the beds

"Apparently, saving your lives...twice"

Standing up from his spot, he shows the group the small golden coin he had pulled out from beneath the bed, eyes widening as they realize what's happened

"Maggie? Seriously?" Sam scoffs in disbelief

"She was gonna kill us? We just saved your damn marriage!" Dean adds bitterly, watching as Don calmly nods

"Yeah, but to be fair, you also tried to kill her-" Don defends his wife fondly, shrugging as if death was just a funny game to be played, "-you know how she is when she gets a bug up her ass. Got to love her, right?"

Nobody answers him, the boys utterly offended at the fact that they could have gone to sleep that night and woke up in the afterlife. (y/n), although unaffected, felt herself grow a little heated as well. Spending her weekend playing Dr.Phil with a couple of tantrum throwing witches wasn't exactly fun and it hurt to know that Maggie held the intention to harm them when they helped them. Don takes this awkward silence as his cue to leave, turning his back onto the group as he steps over the Leviathans lifeless body on the floor

"See you around" He waves lazily, turning for a brief moment to motion to the creature beneath him.

"Remember...bottomless pit."