Hola my fellow Supernatural Fanfiction readers! This is my first Supernatural Fanfiction – I know most of you are like probably thinking this is going to suck- but this is not my first Fanfiction ever. It's like my sixth…. So yea. I really got into the series over the summer and well I fell in love. So I have decided to write this little plot bunny and add in my own twists along the way. It takes place in the middle of season six but season seven will not happen. Slight AU. So just bear with me with the first chapter . Without further ado, please enjoy Chapter one of Turning Tables!
Disclaimer: I, Pokadot Queen95, do unfortunately not own Supernatural. That pleasure belongs to the fabulous Eric Kripke who at the same time sucks for killing off Castiel and Bobby…but I do not own it none the less. I do own Rachael and blondie however.
Turning Tables
Chapter one: A New Case
"Ok, so where to now?" Sam Winchester closed his laptop and looked up at his older brother Dean. Dean, being the awesome big brother that he was, just continued to sift through newspaper articles, occasionally looking at his brother. They were currently in Shady Oaks Motel, wrapping a case that involved Witches. The sneaky Bitch threw some weird translucent powder that Dean somehow convinced Sam was something akin to itching powder. It hurt like a bitch but at the same time, Dean didn't want to worry Sam. Any noise that Dean made would most likely involve a cry of pain so just saying nothing was better than anything at this point. Dean wasn't stupid-he knew this was not a good choice. But after their hunt, he didn't want to worry Sam any more than what was necessary.
Sam sat up from the couch and rested his elbows on his knees, his emotions getting the best of him. The hunt tonight had been…interestingly odd for lack of better words. He looked at his brother who was lying on the bed; Sam could tell that his eyes were not really absorbing the words that were in front of him.
"Dean, are you okay? You seem distracted," Sam noted. He was truly concerned for his brother. It was rare that Sam could ever take care of the older Winchester; sometimes Dean would just not allow it. Maybe Dean was just thinking about the strange girl that we helped us kill Blondie, Sam thought. It wouldn't be the first time Dean got caught up in a case before.
Dean just nodded, making sure to keep his eyes on the paper. He was sure this would pass; he had already showered twice at the request of Sam and his clothes were already burned and turned to ash. The pain was dull, but it was definitely there, slowly spreading through his body, unrelenting.
Sam raised an eyebrow not believing Dean's nod at all. He was the only one who could read Dean. As the younger brother, Sam knew something was wrong.
"Well if you're feeling up to it, wanna go grab something to eat? We could go to the local diner, then a bar? And we could even get some pie." Hook. Line. And Sinker. Sam knew he had Dean; the power of the pie was just too much to resist.
Damn Sam. Dean was torn. On one hand he really wanted a good slice of cherry pie. Yet on the other, Dean didn't think he could say anything or really move without being in pain. But then again he was Dean Winchester. "Sure."
The answer would have pleased Sam had Dean's voice had not cracked at the end.
Dean cleared his throat. "I mean sure," Dean said, over exaggerating a deep voice. Dean met Sam's eyes and that was when he crumbled. A wave of pain swept through the older Winchester and he clutched his chest as the sudden fiery wave swept through his body. A small gasp escaped his lips and his face scrunched up in response.
"Dean!" Sam yelled and ran to the aid of this brother. "Where's the pain?" Sam's hands hovered over Dean's body, not sure where his brother needed comfort.
"Everywhere Sammy," Dean barely managed to say as his body began to slightly convulse on the bed. The white-hot fire licked the insides of Dean's organs. Stupid mother trucking witch! If Dean could he would bring her back to life and kill her all over again.
"Hang in there Dean. I'm gonna call Bobby. He's got to know what to do." Sam lunged for his phone that was on the coffee table and dialed the one number he knew by heart. He hated to feel helpless but there was nothing he could do to help Dean.
Ring, Ring. Come one Bobby. Pick up the damn phone.
"Singer here."
"Bobby! Some witch threw a powder thing at Dean and now he's convulsing on the bed and"-Sam's worried rant was suddenly cut off due to a scream from Dean. Then it stopped. Dean's groaning, the creaking of the bed. It just all suddenly stopped. Sam whipped around only to find the bed empty.
"Sam what the hell is going on down there boy?" Bobby said, concern lacing his voice. These boys were like his sons and if anything happened to them, he deserved to be the first to know.
"There's something wrong with Dean. He was just writhing in pain and then it stopped and now he's disappeared!" Sam practically yelled into the phone. He ran one hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his.
In Sam's excessive worrying, he didn't hear the bathroom door close or the lock that sounded shortly after it.
"Sam calm down. What was thrown on Dean? If you need my help I need to know what happened," Bobby's quiet voice spoke to Sam through the phone, slowly calming down the younger Winchester.
Sam's eyes traveled around the room, looking for the older Winchester as he recounted his tale. "We found the location of the witches' hideout…"
Flashback one hour – Sam's POV
"Sam you go left, I'll go right and we'll meet in the middle. If you need anything, don't be afraid to kick some ass," and with that, Dean was off. We each went our separate ways. The warehouse was typical-dark, gray and cold.
After a few minutes of walking around in the dark, the only company my flashlight, there was a small squeaking noise. It would have been impossible to hear if one wasn't listening for it. I turned the corner to find a dark room with a single light bulb illuminating the small space. There was a girl, maybe about 15 or 16 tied to a chair, a gag around her mouth. Her back was facing towards the door; she was alone.
"Hey, hey. I got you. My name is Sam Winchester and I'm gonna get you out of here. What's your name?" I asked as I gently untied her. She had dark brown hair that reached to her shoulders and brown eyes that were overshadowed with fear. She was physically shaking but her voice came out clear as I learned her name was Rachael. My mind instantly flashed back to the angel Rachel who was Castiel's second in command. I shook my head, clearing all thoughts of her and focused on the task at hand.
"Well Rachael, stick with me and I'm gonna get you outta here. I promise," I said, helping her out of the chair. There was a cut on her face and rope marks adorned her wrists. Her leather jacket was torn slightly at the shoulder, meaning there was more damage done to the girl then previously though.
"Well done Mr. Winchester." A voice said. Rachael and I turned around to a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was hot-but then again most witches were. It was part of their charm. "I must admit my sister and I were a bit surprised when you and your brother somehow found us, but no matter. I have you and our precious guest here. At this rate, our ritual will be completed in no time," Blondie said, snapping her fingers. In an instant, Rachael and I were thrown against the back wall. No matter how many times that happened, I don't think I'll ever be immune to the pain that went coursing through my skull as my head bouncecd against the concrete wall.
"Now this party can really get started," Blondie said, her eyes flashing black. I could feel my own eyes going wide. Blondie here had been taken over by a demon. Holy crap this was not good. A shrill scream pierced the air and my head immediately turned to the teen glued to the wall next to me. But she just gave me a look and at that moment I knew Dean had won his battle.
A smile fell upon my lips. "Sorry but I guess the party will have to wait," I said as the witch-turned demon snarled at me. If only I could reach my knife….
"Well if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get." The next moment everything was a blur, even for an experienced hunter such as myself.
One moment I was on the wall, the next I was kneeling down on the ground with my wrists bleeding profusely. "If I can't have your brother, then I'll just have to have you instead Samuel Winchester," the demon said menacingly. Within a millisecond, Rachael was on the floor in a similar position next to me; her right wrist was bleeding as well.
"Son of a bitch," she whispered while examining her wrist. It was a pretty deep cut. The crimson liquid that spilled forth landed on her jeans.
"Ahhh. I love the smell of blood in the night. Good bye sweetheart. Your blood will not have been spilt in vain," Blondie took her bloodied knife and prepared to strike. Three voices said 'No' simultaneously and suddenly the demon was the one being thrown into the wall. I saw Dean enter the room, a knife in his hand. As much as he preferred guns, Dean was one hell of a threat with a knife.
"What the hell?" Blondie said, clearly surprised at seeing another hunter in the room coupled with her sudden flight. She wasn't the only one surprised at her sudden flight. Blondie was pinned against the wall, exactly in the same position that Rachael and I were just in.
"Stay away from my brother you bitch," Dean charged but at that exact moment, the witch reached into her pocket and grabbed a light green powder. It shone in the light and looked innocent enough. If I was just a bystander, I would have thought it was something like pixie dust, but because I knew better. This could cause some serious harm to Dean.
"I've been waiting for a while to do this Dean Winchester. Enjoy your time," and with that, Blondie blew the green dust all over Dean. As Dean was momentarily blinded and cursing, I saw my opportunity. But before I could move-man I was having an off day- Rachael was already across the floor, knife in her hand. She whispered something to Blondie before stabbing her in the heart. A swirl of black smoke erupted from the now dead body and for a moment everything was silent. A small groan of pain brought me back from my shock to Dean. He was lying on the floor not moving.
"Dean!" I yelled and ran over to his position. He was lying face down but he was still breathing. I had no idea what could be running around in his head. "Dean No!" I gently shook Dean but he would not open his eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rachael slowly inching her way over to us looking like she was about to pass out. Her hand was over her face and she was looking evidently pale.
"Here," she whispered and put two of her fingers on Dean's temple. Suddenly, he awoke with a gasp. Who the hell was this girl?
"Dean, how are you feeling?" I instantly went into mother-hen mode.
"Like crap Sam. I swear every time I save your ass it just lands me in more and more trouble," he whispered, looking pale as well. Yet he somehow managed to keep a smile plastered onto his face.
"Here let's get you up and then we can see what the hell it was she put on you," I said gently lifting him up. It took a few seconds but Dean was up on his feet and starting to become steady again.
Once I was sure that Dean was steady, I helped Rachael on to her feet. "You okay?" I asked, holding her shoulders as she swayed.
"I'll live. Thank you Sam. You saved my life," She looked up at me with unshed tears in her eyes.
"Hey don't cry. It's gonna be alright. And besides I think it was more of you saving me than anything else," I chuckled. If Rachael hadn't stabbed the demon/witch, I would probably be dead. I gotta start getting my head back in this.
"Thank you Winchesters. I will not forget this. I mean how could I with saviors as gorgeous as you two," Rachael whispered and cracked a smile. She snapped her fingers and then she was gone. Just poof and gone. I looked at Dean and he looked as shocked as I was.
"Well that was unexpected," I said, reaching over to help Dean.
"Dude, we're hunters, we should expect the unexpected. But she called us gorgeous which I cannot deny," Dean said, striking a pose.
End of Flashback
"When we got back to the motel I made Dean shower twice and then we burned his clothes," Sam finished telling Bobby.
"Well there's not much I can do with the vague description but-" Bobby was cut off by a crying. It was not a soft cry but a loud, heaving sob kind of crying.
"Hey hang on a sec Bobby. I hear something like crying? I'll call you back in a few minutes," Sam said, hanging up the phone.
"Don't you hang up on me boy!" Bobby protested into the phone but it was too late. His protest was met with the dial tone. "Idjits" Bobby muttered, making a move to gather some books to see if they could get a grip on what they were dealing with here.
Sam seemed to pin point the source of the crying quite easily. It seemed to be coming from the bathroom.
"Dean?" Sam asked, his ear pressed against the door as he waited for an answer. The crying stopped suddenly and no reply came through the door. Sam jingled the door knob, only to find that it was locked.
"Dean I'm coming in." This time, Sam did not wait for an answer and he kicked the door down. Dean was sure to give him hell for it later but all that mattered at this point in time was for his big brother to be ok.
The door hit the ground with a dramatic impact. "Dean?" Sam whispered in awe, not quite believing his eyes. In the bathroom, there sat a little boy with tears in his eyes, his face red with tear streaks.
"Sam? SAM!" the little boy cried, running into Sam and throwing his arms around Sam's long torso. For a second Sam was too shocked to move. The little boy only reached Sam's belt buckle. The little boy lifted his head and when Sam looked into his eyes, he knew it was Dean. The familiar and trusting green eyes shone back at him, the blonde hair and even the necklace, Sam noted, were all a part of Dean.
"Dean is that you?"
"No princess it's the tooth fairy. Yes it's me. And just because I look like I'm eight doesn't mean I not myself. I still got four years over you no matter how tall you are," the seemingly younger boy said. Yep it was Dean alright.
"Dean, what happened? Why are you crying?" Sam asked, lowering himself to Dean's level. He looked about eight years old. There was no way that this was his older brother.
"I don't know. The pain was so intense and then it just stopped. I ran into the bathroom to see myself looking like I was eight and then I don't know I just burst into tears," Dean said quietly, taking a step back from Sam. He didn't want Sam to think he was weak. He was the older brother. He was supposed to take care of Sam, not the other way around.
"My God Dean. You're eight years old. What the hell are we gonna do?" Sam said, running a hand through his hair. Sam then turned to Dean and saw he was about to burst into tears again.
"Dean…"
And Dean launched himself into Sam's arms. He just needed to be held- as girly as that sounded- and he needed to be held by Sam. He would blame it on the sudden change of age later but right now he just felt like he needed to cry.
Awww. Poor Dean. Yea I know it's another Winchester De-aged story. But this one is going to be different. I promise. Should I continue? Let me know in a review!
P.S. We will see more of our favorite angels in the next chapter!