Story Info
Title: The Winchester Boys
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: T (will most likely change to M after later chapters)
Pairing: Dean/OC
Summary: Whether it be destiny or fate, Sam and Dean Winchester have come from a long line of hunters. Unlike their family, they seem to have things thrown at them right and left. Until a new member of their family comes to visit and changes their lives forever. Hi, I'm Atlee Morgan, girlfriend of Dean Winchester. I'm here to tell you their story. And my own. And how we saved the world.
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Chapter Info
Title: Prologue
Number: 1/?
Spoliers: Season one; takes place after Shadow.
Warning: Language
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from, but I ran with it and I hope y'all like it! Just some things to say: the story info will only be on this chapter as it won't ever change. However the chapter info will and it will be at the beginning of each chapter. Also this is the only "full" chapter in third person. I usually hate writing in first, but I feel this one needs it. I might shove some odd chapters in here like this one, but they will be in italics. (Like this one.) Anyway, I'm trying to get back into writing and I like this idea. I'm also working on another idea that's gonna be Destiel that I'm hoping to get up soon. In the meantime, reviews would make my day! :)
Dean was in a panic. He ran around the house gathering everything he could think of that could be useful in a situation like this. Even some that definitely weren't needed. He was panting, his heart rate out of control. He was probably giving himself a heart attack, but he didn't care. He needed to leave, he needed to get to her. And she was already a couple hours away.
"Why'd I let her go alone?" he spat to himself. Sam was trying hard to keep his brother calm, but when Dean Winchester was upset, nothing could calm him down, not even his little brother.
"Dean, Atlee knows how to take care of herself. She's not in any danger."
"She could be, Sam. These things can go wrong in a second. And she's alone. I can't fucking believe I left her alone!"
Sam sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get through to his brother. He just silently packed up their belongings and left a voice mail for John explaining what was happening before locking up the house and heading out.
The car ride was silent and tense. There wasn't even the distracting sound of Dean's music playing and he went between eighty and ninety the whole way. Sam knew it would be pointless and suicidal to ask the man to go slower. Dean needed to get to his girlfriend. Fast.
Welcome to Spencer, Iowa. Sam breathed a sigh of relief once they hit that sign. That's where Atlee was. Two hours was nothing to the boys who drove for days on end, but when it came to life or death for Dean and the love of his life, two hours was about two months. Or so it felt to Sam. He couldn't imagine what Dean was feeling.
The building was tall, grey, and dark. Dean winced thinking of her in there, but what could they do. She had gone on a case alone—not that the brothers knew until she was gone with a note that had read: "I'm fine, boys. You know damn well that I'm not gonna sit around with my thumb up my ass while you do get to do the heavy lifting. I'm a woman, not an invilad. I'll be in Spencer, IA. There were some killings there and I think it's a rugaru. Stay calm, you've got my number, but only call if it's an emergency. Love you boys and Sam, take care of your brother 'til I get back. If he winds up dead, I'm coming after you. All my love, Atlee."—and had called when things went from bad to worse. So much worse.
Dean brought the Impala to a skidding halt outside and didn't even turn it off before he was up and out, racing inside. He ignored the yelling for him to stop, but he didn't. He barely heard it. He just raced up the stairs to the fifth floor. He didn't ask for help. Dean Winchester never did. He just ran down the halls until he found a door with Morgan, Atlee written on it. He pushed inside roughly.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
Atlee smiled up at him from the hospital bed, his strong woman, tears rolling down her cheeks. A little bundle of blue cradled in her arms.
"Dean," she said with a sigh of relief. She bounced the little baby. Dean walked forward as if possessed. He didn't know he was moving. "Meet your son."