Trigger warning- This contains subjects that could really trigger some people.
1X01 The Woman in White
Hazel Argent played by Nina Dobrev
10 months ago.
As Mia's large, emerald eyes blinked up at her, Hazel smiled, leaning over the cot to press a tender kiss against the 5-month-old baby's head. While Hazel looked after the small infant, John and Dean were out hunting. A demon had been murdering the residents in an elderly care home in California, and the two Winchesters were planning on exorcizing the black-eyed bitch that night. Just like every night, Hazel was staying in the motel room with Mia while the father and son duo hunted. It had been like that for almost a year now, Hazel and Mia would stay in the motel, John and Dean would hunt, it was like a routine. Despite the fact John had been willing for Dean to leave the hunting business so Hazel and Dean were able to raise Mia in a family home, Hazel had immediately protested. Hunting was their lifestyle. People needed them. So after a rather heated debate with John, he had finally agreed to let Hazel, Mia and Dean stay on the road with him.
Honestly, Hazel couldn't remember the last time she had been on a hunt. As soon as she was five months pregnant, Dean and John had forced her to pack up hunting and stay in the motel. And although she was weirdly missed hunting, she loved the constant bonding time with her little girl.
Shaking her head, Hazel smiled down at the beautiful baby. "Your daddy and grandpa are going to home soon. Yes. Yes they are!" Hazel cooed, her smile widening as Mia's lips curved into a smile, a cooing noise come from them.
Leaning down, Hazel couldn't resist pressing another kiss to her daughter's head. "My beautiful baby girl."
Not that she was biased or anything, but Hazel had always thought Mia was a beautiful baby. Of course, most mothers said that about their children, but Hazel's little girl was the perfect mix of her parents. Mia mostly looked like her mother with dark lashes, olive skin and a head of dark brown hair that was beginning to curl at the ends. Although Mia looked mostly like Hazel, it was evident by her green eyes that she was Dean's. Mia also had Dean's shapely lips, which she would curl into a pout when she was just about to cry. But Hazel's favorite features of Mia's were her dimples.
Giggling, Mia shoved a chubby hand into her mouth as Hazel grinned. Shaking her head, Hazel poked Mia's little nose. "Don't chew that!-" Hazel paused, making a playful, disgusted face. "Eugh!"
Letting her hand go, Mia giggled, entertained by her mother who was looking down at her. Shaking her head, Hazel began to rock the cot, hoping it would lull Mia to sleep. After five minutes of rocking the cot and receiving nothing but Mia cooing up at her, Hazel sighed and pulled the baby into her arms.
"Who's being a stubborn little princess tonight, huh?" Hazel cooed, bouncing on the spot as Mia leaned her head against Hazel's shoulder.
Placing her hand on Mia's back, Hazel smiled. "I know what will help.-" Hazel paused, moving Mia around so she was being cradled in the classic rocking position.
"Your granny used to sing this to your daddy and your Uncle Sammy." Hazel frowned at her mention of Sam.
As much as she had wanted to tell Sam about Mia, Dean had pointed out that Sammy had a normal 'apple-pie' life. Dean, as much as he tried to hide it, missed his baby brother dearly. Whenever Hazel had tried to convince him to visit Sam with Mia, the older brother would protest, claiming Sam wanted a normal life. They were hunters, Mia was the daughter of two hunters, and according to Dean, this would upset his normal life. And anyways, it wasn't like Sam picked up his phone. Perhaps if he did return their calls, Dean would happily bring Mia to see her uncle. Sam hadn't had contact with Dean, Hazel or John since he left for college. Hazel had tried to call him, but every time she did, he never answered. Not that she blamed him, Sammy had always wanted a normal life. He didn't want to be in the hunter family business. Hazel was hardly passionate about her job, but she had done it. As without hunters, the earth would have been full with some pretty awful creatures and millions would have been killed.
Blinking her big green eyes, Mia waited impatiently for Hazel to go on. Hazel giggled at this. "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more." Hazel sung slowly, her voice cracking.
Granted, she wasn't the best of singers, but Mia didn't seem to mind as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of Hazel's voice and the rocking motion. So as Mia relaxed in her arms, Hazel continued. "Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion. I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high."
Slowly, the baby was lulled to sleep with the combination of being close to her mother, hearing her mother and the soft rocking motion. "Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man, though my mind could think, I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming. I can hear them say; Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more"
Pausing, Hazel smiled when Mia began to slowly drift to sleep. Placing her back in the cot, Hazel snorted when Mia immediately swung her legs through the bars of the cot.
Placing the baby's chubby legs back in the cot, Hazel pressed a kiss to her head before making her way to hers and Dean's bed.
Mia had been pretty restless all day. Clearly someone missed their daddy. Hazel frowned at the thought of Dean. She hoped he was okay… Dean and John had been out all day; John had claimed they were doing a simple exorcism. But it couldn't have been that simple, if they had been doing it all day!
Glancing at her mobile, Hazel debated on if she should call them or not. Shaking her head, Hazel turned away from the mobile. She didn't want to be a clingy girlfriend, but if they weren't back at the motel in twenty minutes, she'd call.
Hazel was snapped out of her thoughts by a thud from the bathroom. Automatically, Hazel pulled the gun from underneath her pillow as the thud got louder. Glancing at Mia, who was fast asleep, Hazel debated on leaving her daughter alone. But then again, if there was a threat, she needed to check…
Hesitantly, Hazel made her way towards the bathroom, her gun held high and her finger on the trigger. Kicking the half-open door, Hazel was relieved to find nothing in sight. Stepping into the bathroom, her gun still high, Hazel checked behind the door and the shower curtain and was reassured to find nothing was in the bathroom. She had probably been imagining it.
Tucking the gun in her belt, Hazel stifled a laugh, shaking her head. It seemed that constantly being in a motel room had made her insane.
However, her relief was short-lived when she heard her daughters shrill crying. It wasn't Mia's hungry cry or her tired cry, it was almost as if she was… In pain?
Hazel's natural mother instincts cut in as she sprinted into the room. Adrenaline pumped through Hazel's veins while her breath was hitched in her throat. Everything seemed to slow down as Hazel screamed. A black-eyed man was standing over Mia, a bleeding Mia. A deep wound in her chest, right next to her heart
Pushing past the possessed man, all Hazel could do was sob as she pulled her bleeding daughter into her arms. "No! No! No..." Hazel sobbed, not bothered about the man above her, who was chuckling.
"Humans." The demon snorted, pulling a spare knife out of his meat-suits pocket.
Hazel let out a heartfelt scream as her daughter went limp in her arms. Burying her face into her daughter's body, Hazel couldn't do anything but cry.
As the demon shook his head, the door burst open, revealing John and Dean Winchester. The two were met by the sight of Hazel screaming, clutching a pale and bloodied child. Dean froze at the sight of his screaming girlfriend, clutching Mia as if she was her lifeline. Blood was covering Mia and Hazel.
John quickly finished the exorcism, his eyes flashing with hate and words dripping with venom. As soon as the demon was gone, Dean pulled Hazel into his arms, who was refusing to let go off Mia. Tears shamelessly ran down John's cheeks as he watched his son burst into sobs. "Help her, please, Dean. Do something." Hazel pleaded, tugging at his shirt as tears freely streamed down her cheeks.
Dean didn't care if he looked weak anymore. He had a right to cry. His daughter. His five-month old daughter was dead. She had only been a baby and yet the demon had killed her… If he had exorcized the demon beforehand, this wouldn't have happened. He had let his guard down with the demon and now his daughter was dead.
"No! No! No! She's dead." Hazel sobbed, her hands stroked her daughter's cheek. It was all her fault. She should never have left Mia alone. Mia's death was on her shoulders.
John didn't know what to do, slowly he made his way towards the couple and placed a comforting hand on each of their shoulders, all while staring down at the glassy, wide eyes of Mia Winchester.
…
It was evident that Dean Winchester had seen many haunting things in his life, blood thirsty demons, gray skinned shtrigas and violent poltergeists, Dean had truly almost seen it all. But nothing, nothing haunted him as much as the image of his dead, five-month-old daughter limp in the arms of Hazel. It was too painful to think about, luckily he was cut out of his thoughts by the sound of Hazel whimpering.
The brunette on top of him was squirming and whining painfully. Dean immediately knew she was dreaming about Mia. Hazel had always been a naturally cheery and positive person, but the death of Mia had taken a toll on her.
She was having dreams about Mia again... At the thought of their daughter, Dean glanced at the glovebox where the picture of himself, Mia, Hazel and John laid, untouched and neglected. Dean immediately turned his gaze back to Hazel, wincing at the thought of his little girl.
He couldn't think about Mia, not now. They had to get Sam as soon as possible and find their dad. He also had to be strong for Hazel, who was struggling with her grief. After all, it had only been eight months since her death. But being a hunter was dangerous, she had to focus on her job which was proving to be hard.
Running his fingers across the smooth skin of her exposed hip, Dean's lips curled into a concerned frown as Hazel continued to squirm, letting out the odd whimper as he attempted to soothe her.
Sighing, Dean shuffled slightly as he pulled Hazel closer so her head was resting in the crook of his neck. Almost tenderly, Dean petted her brown hair, hoping it would somewhat comfort the beauty.
Leaning back against his dad's jacket, Dean frowned when his head hit the seatbelt buckle, Dean inwardly cursed the motel who hadn't had any vacancies. It was unbelievable that all the motels in Stanford, California were booked up, and as much as Dean loved his baby: the Impala, it wasn't too comfy to sleep in… Granted, the Impala was good for having sex in, but not for actually sleeping in.
The hunter was snapped out of his thoughts when Hazel sat up, her hands gripping the bottom of his shirt as she burst into loud, painful sobs. "Dean… M… Mia…" Hazel sobbed, covering her face as Dean sat up with her.
"Hey… She's sleeping in heaven, okay?" Dean spoke gently as her big brown, tearful eyes stared into his. Dean pulled her hands away from his shirt and held them in his own. Dean had never been a big believer in heaven, but whatever made Hazel feel better.
Although he'd never been the most affectionate man, Dean found himself evolving around Hazel as she brought out the best of him. But then again, a woman as gorgeous as Hazel would bring the best out of anyone.
She was truly an extraordinarily beautiful and seductive young woman: she had an oval face with very high cheekbones and a squared off jaw which narrowed into a proportionate chin. Hazel had full lips, almond-shaped, deep brown eyes with thick dark lashes, arched brows and a wealth of brown, curly hair. Dean had always loved winding Hazel's long, big curls around his finger. Every time he let go, the curls would spring back into shape. At 5'7, Hazel had the classic pear shape body and was taller than most of the people in her class back in school. Due to her pear shaped figure, this meant her hips were wide, her waist was nicely defined while her arms and shoulders were proportionately slim
Realization flooded over Hazel as she glanced at his hands, which were still intertwined with her own. "Okay…" Hazel mumbled, blinking as the reminder seeped into her brain.
Nodding, Dean brushed a big curl out her pretty features. Every night, Hazel would wake up to the same nightmare, it was almost as if she re-lived the experience every night.
"Okay…" Hazel mumbled, still half asleep as she laid back down, resting her head on Dean's chest as he ran his fingers across her exposed, olive skin.
If anyone knew the true Dean Winchester, it was Hazel. His girlfriend knew Dean preferred shots of whiskey over sharing and caring, he could be fairly cold and unfeeling, as he was raised to be, or he could be compassionate and kind. And she had never pushed him into automatically being a romantic man, she let him be himself.
Hazel knew Dean had a habit of wearing a 'mask' in order to hide his emotions. The mask consisted of snide comments and sarcasm. And for the last few months, Dean had been wearing this mask. Beneath the mask, her boyfriend could be described somewhat similar to a child. He was vulnerable and scared. Dean tried to avoid his emotions, preferring to be the soldier his father raised him to be.
Sighing, Dean pulled her body closer and inhaled. She smelt like cinnamon. Wrapping his arms around her, Dean closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into a deep sleep.
…
Drumming her fingernails on the glovebox of the Impala, Hazel watched as building by building blurred past her vision, shivering every once in a while when she passed sad, left over souls.
Like the Winchester siblings, Hazel's life hadn't been rainbows and sunshine. Hazel had been born to Camille and James Argent, two low-life, petty drug dealers. Although Hazel couldn't remember her parents that well, she could remember the odd things, such as sitting in her highchair in a cheap motel as her parents lounged on the couch, injecting heroin with their friends…
It had taken two entire years for the child protective service to take Hazel into foster care and her parents to court, but eventually Camille and James were both sentenced to 45 years in jail with a chance for parole and a fine of $30,000. Three years after, Hazel had already been passed from family to family.
All of the families Hazel had been with were kind enough, but when they had caught Hazel talking to spirits, they had been worried. At first they had shrugged it off, claiming Hazel just had an active imagination. But when Hazel began mentioning things the sad spirits told her, the families had freaked and rushed her back into the foster home.
Merely at the age of five, Hazel had told one of her foster mothers about her husband's affair, the woman hadn't been happy. Her foster mother had freaked out and called Hazel liar, an eavesdropper, but Hazel hadn't eavesdropped. The unhappy ghost had told her about the affair and Hazel had foolishly told her foster mother. Hazel hadn't understood back then why she could see and speak to ghosts and why others couldn't.
After going through her tenth foster family, the foster home had decided to move her to a new foster home, one in Lawrence, Kansas. Soon enough, she was taken in by a cold, brown eyed man by the name of John Winchester. At first, eight-year-old Hazel had hidden her ability to speak and contact the dead, but soon enough, thirteen-year Dean had walked in on her contacting Mary Winchester.
The young boy had asked her what she was doing and seemed genially worried for her, but Hazel had been hesitant to explain. She had liked her new family, even though John was always on business trips.
"You okay?" Hazel was snapped out of her thoughts by Dean's deep, husky voice.
Turning to Dean, Hazel smiled weakly as Metallica echoed throughout the Impala.
Nodding, Hazel pushed a big curl out her face. "Mmmm."
Dean wasn't convinced, but he knew not to push Hazel. Instead, Dean swung an arm across the back of the Impala and motioned for Hazel to move up. The brunette didn't hesitate to curl into Dean's side.
Looking up through her long lashes, Hazel couldn't help but admire the sight of her boyfriend. Despite what others said, Dean, landing just short of 6'1, was by no means a small man. Hazel was rather tall herself and Dean was only around 4 inches taller than her while Sam was only 3 inches taller than Dean. Her boyfriend was very handsome with full lips, a round face and sharp features. Dean had a head of short, light brown, almost blonde hair. But what Hazel loved most about his physical appearance was his eyes. His green eyes tended to be very expressive and often showed emotions he may not want to speak about or, as he had a tendency to do, lie about
Due to the job description, both Hazel and Dean had to stay in shape, meaning they were both very toned, despite the fact Dean ate like a horse on steroids. His figure was rather bulky, much like a football player, and although he looked more like his dad in his figure, he took after his mother in general appearance. Not only that, Dean had bow-legs, something he hated and expected people to joke about, despite the fact you couldn't even tell he was bow-legged. Hazel hadn't noticed in till he pointed it out.
"You just gonna keep staring at me?"
Hazel was snapped out her daydream by Dean as she rolled her eyes, elbowing him playfully. "Shut up." She grumbled playfully as Dean let out a laugh; a laugh she hadn't heard for a long time.
The last time she had heard him laugh was before Mia had died. Only a day before Mia's death, Dean and Hazel had been laying in her bed, John had offered to fetch Mia some nappies while they stayed in the motel. Mia had been laying on Dean's chest, face down as she tried to push herself up with her chubby little arms. Mia had kept falling flat on her face, giggling as her daddy looked down at her with a grin.
The smile was immediately wiped off her face at the mention of her poor little girl.
Noticing this, Dean frowned. She was probably thinking of Mia. Before he could make a move to comfort her, Hazel leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Are we nearly there yet?" Hazel mumbled against Dean's chest.
"Nearly."
Hazel nodded against the material. "It would have been easier to catch a plane." She pointed out.
Immediately, Dean's worried features turned into ones of horror. "You know I have a fear of planes." Dean protested sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with Hazel as he purposely focused on the road, causing a giggle to emerge from Hazel.
"Okay." She replied, grinning as Dean began bopping his head to the beat.
Glancing back out the window, Hazel sighed. It had been two entire years since they had seen Sammy. He had left and made no contact with them, he wanted to get away from the hunting lifestyle, not that Hazel blamed him. Hunting was hardly an easy job. Plus, the pay was rubbish!
Last thing Hazel heard was that Sammy was in college and was in a relationship with some pretty blonde. But she had heard that a year after he'd left, so who knew what had changed.
"Okay, what's on your mind?"
Hazel looked like a deer in headlights. "What?"
"What's bugging you?"
The brunette sighed and ran a hand through her brown curls. "It's just… Sammy's got a life, I feel bad that we're showing up and almost forcing him to help us find John." Hazel admitted.
"He's our dad, cherrypie. Sammy has to help if he likes it or not. After we find dad, he can go back to his perfect apple pie life." Dean replied firmly as Hazel bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say. Hazel could have laughed at the amount of time the word 'pie' showed up in Dean's sentences.
As tension filled the car, Dean tried to lighten up the situation. "You know what day it is, cherrypie?"
"The 31st of October, why?"
"It's Halloween!" Dean grinned.
Hazel raised a brow. "And…"
"What do you do on Halloween?"
The brunette thought for a moment. "You… Trick or treat?" Hazel questioned unsurely.
Dean shook his head. "You dress up."
Hazel snorted as Dean wiggled his brows. "I can see it right now. You in a saucy little nurse outfit." Dean continued, winking as Hazel flushed and elbowed him.
Shaking her head, Hazel breathed in Dean's intoxicating scent. "The last time I rented a 'saucy little nurse outfit' you got too excited and ripped it and I had to pay for it. So never again!" Hazel scolded as Dean pouted. Damn it!
…
Lawrence, Kansas, 1992.
Eight-year-old Hazel had been with the Winchesters for a couple of months so far, the family seemed nice. Sure, Mr John was sometimes a little cold, but it didn't take much to convince him to play tea parties with her, but he'd only play if Dean and Sam weren't around. After all, Hazel had always made dress codes for each tea party, such as feather bowers or Mr John's favorite, princesses.
Although her other families had been kind, Hazel preferred living with Mr John, even if he wasn't home all the time. Mr John was usually on business trips, meaning it would sometimes just be Hazel, Dean, who had been thirteen at the time and nine-year-old Sammy. But Mr John wouldn't always leave them alone, sometimes he'd send them to Mr Bobby's, but Hazel knew he was only sending them to his friend because he didn't want to leave her alone.
For all the time she had been with the Winchesters, she had been ignoring the spirits. And they were not happy about it… Spirits' came to her to talk, for comfort, and if they didn't get comfort, they'd get angry. Hazel had been dodging their attacks for weeks. And as much as she wanted to speak to them and comfort them, she couldn't. She couldn't risk being put back into foster care again. She liked Mr John, Mr Bobby, Sammy and Dean.
Playing with the small angel necklace that Mr John had gotten her upon arrival, Hazel tiptoed down the dark hall, her white nightgown swishing around her legs as she headed towards the basement. A lit tea light was in her hands as she made sure the flames didn't flicker and burn her hand.
Gulping, Hazel anxiously opened the basement door and sat on the floor. Pushing the candle in front of her, Hazel closed her eyes, concentrating.
The young brunette whimpered as she felt spirits fight for her attention. Some spirits were trapped on earth and needed peace, others lived in heaven or hell and contacted her for redemption or even to deliver a message. Hazel placed hands over her head, trying to keep her whimpers quiet as the spirits continued to fight for her attention.
"I have a message."
"I need peace."
"I want to be next!"
The spirits continued to squabble like children as Hazel clutched her head, the small candle flame flickering violently. "No… One at a time… It hurts." Hazel whispered as the spirits quietened down. As a cold feeling flooded over her, Hazel opened her eyes to see a blonde woman sat opposite her.
"I'm sorry you have to do this." The woman apologized, noticing the pain Hazel was in.
The small child smiled weakly. "I-It's okay. But we have to be quiet, although Mr John isn't here, Sammy and Dean are." Hazel replied.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Hazel took in the woman's appearance. She was very beautiful. "No problem. My names Mary. Mary Winchester."
Hazel's eyes widened. Was this Sam and Dean's mother? Mr John had never brought up having a wife, nor did Sammy or Dean. "Sammy and Dean's mommy?" Hazel asked.
Mary nodded. As Hazel tried to take in the information, she couldn't help but admire how alike Mary looked to Dean. The mother was very beautiful was an oval face, close set blue eyes, pale skin and long blonde hair. Glancing down at her stomach, Hazel watched as the woman winced as she sat forward.
The child's eyes landed on Mary's nightgown. The woman's midsection was covered in blood… She was hurt. Frowning, Hazel took her hand. "I can take your pain." Hazel whispered, interlocking her fingers with Mary's. The ghost sighed in relief as her stomach wound began to heal. Hazel clearly wasn't just a clairvoyant. She was absorbing Mary's pain… How?
Pulling her hand away, Hazel sent the woman a toothy smile. "Done."
For a moment, Mary was speechless as Hazel frowned. "You didn't know I could take your pain… Did you?" Hazel mumbled.
"No… I didn't…"
Hazel's brows furrowed together. "Oh… Why did you come to me then? Most spirits come for their pain to be absorbed and to find peace." Hazel mumbled, confused.
The woman smiled sadly. "I need you to help my husband. I need you to tell him he won't be sad forever." Mary replied as Hazel nodded.
"I can do that!"
"Hazel?" The scrawny brunette jumped and turned to the door where Dean was. Spinning back to Mary, Hazel frowned when she noticed the mother was gone.
Narrowing his green eyes, Dean walked over to the brunette and pulled her off the floor. Placing his hand in hers, Dean frowned. "You okay?"
Hazel nodded absent-mindedly as Dean frowned. His dad had told him to look after both Sammy and Hazel. Glancing at the candles, Dean raised a brow.
"What you doing down here?"
The brunette hesitated as Dean continued. "It's 2:00 AM…"
End of flashback
…
Looking up at the rather large apartment, Hazel raised an appreciative brow. "It's pretty."
Turning to his girlfriend, Dean scoffed. Sure, Sam had a nice apple-pie apartment, but it was obvious his brother was trying to outrun his hunter lifestyle. Sam was raised to be a hunter like Hazel and himself, it was his destiny.
Noticing the look, she was receiving, Hazel turned back to her boyfriend. "What?"
Dean just scoffed and pressed a kiss to her temple. "C'mon."
Calmly, Dean lead Hazel towards the apartment, his hand in hers as he practically pulled her along. When Dean pulled her past the front door, the brunette raised a brow. "Dean, what-"
Hazel was cut off by Dean spinning her around and placing a finger on her lips. "Shh, cherrypie. Were just gonna see if ole' Sammy still has his game."
With that, Dean lead her towards the back of the house.
…
Running his hand along Jessica's tanned back, Sam smiled as she shifted in her sleep. Rubbing his eyes, Sam sat up. He'd been having nightmares for the past couple of days. And they hadn't been the normal nightmare of a monster in the closet or his pants falling down in front of his entire old school, it had been of Jessica; burning… But he'd been ignoring it for days and he would continue to do so, as it was just a stupid, terrifying nightmare.
Climbing out of the bed, Sam made sure to pull the covers back over Jess's body before leaving the room. As he crept down to the kitchen-living room, Sam froze when he noticed a window was open. Sam knew it would have been closed as Jess had a habit of getting cold in the night, meaning she'd bundle up in fifty blankets and make sure all the windows were closed.
Glancing back at the bedroom, Sam made sure Jess was still asleep before turning back to the large, main room. Footsteps. Whoever it was, they weren't trying to be discreet. In the corner of his eye, Sam noticed a male figure.
Quietly, Sam moved over to the wall, watching as the male figure walked past the strings of beads that Jessica had hung, at the far end of the apartment.
As the figure entered the room, Sam lunged forward, grabbing the man by the shoulder. Sam had faced far worse things than burglars, he could take this guy.
Sam was snapped out of his gloating when the man knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a punch at him. Sam ducked, not noticing the slim, feminine figure who was leaning against the wall, rolling her eyes. As the two continued to squabble, Hazel watched from the wall, mentally bad-mouthing Dean's 'plan'.
Grabbing Sam's arm, Dean swung around him, shoving him back. It seemed Sammy hadn't forgotten all of his fighting skills as he kicked and blocked Dean's attempts before pushing him into the connected room. Elbowing him in the face, Dean rolled his eyes as Sam kicked at his head. Skillfully, Dean blocked his hits and knocked Sam down, pinning him to the floor. With one hand on Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist, Dean grinned.
"Whoa, easy, tiger."
Sam panted, his brows furrowed as he stared up at his big brother. "Dean?"
He was answered by Dean's laughing. "I told him it was a stupid idea…" A soft, harmonious voice trailed off from the wall. Dean let out another laugh as his brother jumped at the sound of Hazel's voice.
"Hazel?"
The brunette stepped out from the shadows, a sweet smile on her face. "Sammy."
Still panting, Sam shook his head and turned back to his brother. "You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean smirked. However, the smirk was soon wiped off his face when Sam grabbed Dean's hands and slammed his heels into Dean's back, flipping them over.
Hazel giggled from the wall, covering her mouth as Dean scowled. "Or not."
Dean seemed… Embarrassed? Although, he'd probably never admit it. Dean pushed Sam's shoulder. "Get off of me."
Rolling off Dean, Sam got up, pulling Dean up with him. As soon as his feet were on the ground, Dean pulled Hazel firmly to his side. Noticing this, Sam eyed the two, but said nothing. "What the hell are you two doing here?"
"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean retorted, rubbing Hazel's back soothingly in circles.
Leaning back against his touch, Hazel smiled. Sam noticed this again, but decided not to comment. It was strange to see his brother acting so tender, Sam didn't want to ruin that. "What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam asked once again as Dean rolled his eyes.
"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."
Turning and motioning to his phone, Sam furrowed his brows, looking at his brother in disbelief. "Uh, the phone?"
Dean scoffed. "If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"
"Sam?"
Before Hazel could intervene, the group was cut off as the lights flickered on, causing them all to turn to the doorway. In the door stood a tall, attractive blonde. Hazel smiled, this must have been Sammy's girlfriend. The mystery girl was just Sam's physical type, plump pink lips, big blue eyes, long blonde hair and flawlessly tanned skin. Immediately, Hazel noticed the birthmark between the girl's brows, it was really cute.
Raising a brow in confusion, Jess looked between her boyfriend and the two strangers. Placing a hand on hip, Jess's eyes scanned over the beautiful girl who was stood pretty close to her boyfriend.
"Jess. Hey. Dean, Hazel this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam awkwardly introduced, turning to look at Hazel.
It was crazy how every time he saw her, Hazel got more beautiful. But Sam had never really thought of Hazel in a romantic way, a sexual way? Maybe… But not in a romantic way. She had been one of his best friends before he had gone to college. Plus, she was only a year younger than him, meaning they connected pretty easily.
Dean turned to the door, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Jessica was attractive with an athletic figure which was pretty clear in the short shorts she was wearing and the low-cut Smurfs shirt. She was clearly out of his brother's league, but then again, Hazel was out of his league. Although Dean wouldn't class her as beautiful, especially when in comparison to Hazel, Jessica was pretty.
"Wait, your brother Dean? And his… Girlfriend?" Jessica asked unsurely as Hazel sent her a friendly smile, nodding.
"I'm Hazel. It's lovely to meet you. Sammy deserves such a pretty girl." Hazel smiled, unable to hold back as she brought the blonde into a big hug. As Jessica wrapped her arms around Hazel's waist, the girls pulled away to find Dean staring at them, his eyes wide and glinting with… Lust? Had he gotten turned on just because she hugged a pretty girl? Hazel scoffed at the thought. Men.
Jessica smiled back warmly as Dean grinned. "Ain't that a sight… You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Dean grinned as Jess shifted uncomfortably on the spot, glancing at Hazel who sent her another smile.
"Excuse my boyfriend, his manners are…" Hazel jokingly trailed off as Sam snorted, shaking his head as Dean pouted.
Nodding, Jess looked down at her low-cut top, which exposed quite a lot, and her short shorts. "Just let me put something on." As the blonde turned to walk away, Dean shook his head.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. I mean, you guys should hug again. Hazel, why don't you shed a few layers?"
Wiggling his brows, Dean sent Hazel a suggestive grin as she scoffed. Jessica didn't seem to impressed either as Dean piped up once again. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business."
Sam frowned as Dean tried to make it clear for the blonde to leave. "But, uh, nice meeting you."
As Jessica went to turn away, Sam wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulder. "No-" Sam pulled Jessica before Dean and Hazel who exchanged glances. "-No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."
"Okay."
"Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said as Sam scoffed.
Now that the lights were on, Hazel could see how much Sam had physically matured. He had been twenty when she had last seen him, and yet he had matured further. Sam had always been an attractive man. He was exceptionally tall at 6'4, while he was broadly built. It was rather strange really, Sam had a broad build yet a slightly chubby face, which made him look rather cherubic and babyish compared to Dean. Sam had simple blue-gray eyes, which he considered to be his least attractive and expressive feature, however, Hazel had always thought his eyes were pretty. The adult had an unruly mop of brown hair, which was untameable. Whenever he tried to style his hair, it usually came out looking fairly bad, but when he left it naturally, it looked pretty good.
Rolling his eyes, Sam scowled. "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."
The younger sibling had always had a rough relationship with John. Sam had always wanted a normal upbringing, rather than the hunting upbringing they had experienced. The college student just wanted to be normal, not that Hazel blamed him. Sometimes she wanted to be normal. Perhaps if they had packed away hunting, Mia would have been alive… Hazel winced at the thought. She had to keep it together, for John, for Sammy and for Dean.
Ducking his head, Dean hesitated as he looked back up. "Dad's-" Before he could continue, Hazel placed a hand on his arm as she helped him. "John's been on a hunting trip for a few of days, Sammy. We're really worried about him." Hazel said as Dean sent her a relieved glance.
Sam's expression didn't change as he took in the information. As Sam's body invisibly tensed, Jess glanced up at him. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."
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