Wow, I've had this fic going for just over a year now, happy anniversary I guess!

I just wanted to say that I realized that most of my chapters are shorter than most other writers and I'm sorry.

Would you rather have longer chapters and longer wait time or short chapters and short-ish wait time? Seriously tell me and I'll change.

Also, this fanfic is placed in Season 10.


I'm A Winchester: Chapter 8

THEN

"Wrong choice, Sam." Sam watched as the creature stood over Dean and started to chant. He ran up to them, grabbing Dean's knife along the way.

"You know that won't work." It sneered.

"No, but it will slow you down." He said as he plunged the demon blade into its chest.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as the creature fell to the ground. "Come on, man. We gotta go!" He shouted as he started helping the semi-conscious Dean up.

"Tif-have to-help." Dean struggled out the words. "Not this time," Sam said, pulling Dean away and grabbing their weapons.

The brothers limped out of the building, Sam supporting a weak Dean. He dropped him in the Impala and jumped into the front seat, starting the car and backing out. Sam watched from the rearview mirror as two creatures stood in front of the doors, grinning; watching him drive away.

NOW

Sam burst through the front door of the bunker, all but carrying Dean.

"Cas!? Cas! Dean's hurt!" Sam screamed, struggling down the stairs with little help from Dean. Castiel came rushing around the corner, helping Sam carry Dean towards his room.

They set him down carefully on the bed, Castiel hovered his hands over the wound. The familiar warm glow appeared under his hand, sealing Dean's bleeding wound.

"He is healed," Cas said as he lifted his hand and the glowing stopped, "but he still needs time to recover."

"Yeah, course," he paused, then gestured towards Cas, "I'm gonna go look through some lore, you coming?" Sam asked as he stood in the doorway preparing to leave the room.

"I'll be right there, give me a second," Castiel said as he stared at Dean. Sam left the room hesitantly.

"Come on Dean, she needs you. You've got to save Tiffanie, or I fear something bad is coming." He turned and left the room, heading towards the library and towards Sam.

"Hey, wanna come help me look through these?" Sam said, holding up some books and setting them on the table.

"Alright," Cas answered, walking over and sitting down at a table with a book.

Couple hours later

"Hey Sammy!" Both Sam and Castiel perked their heads up at Dean's voice. They quickly got up and started running to his room. They ran past the kitchen, only to stop and go back.

"I think we're outta beer, man," Dean said, head in the fridge, obviously looking for a beer.

"What?" Cas asked, slightly irritated.

"You got stabbed Dean, pretty badly, what are you even talking about?" Sam asked, entering the kitchen.

"Relax, I just said I thought we were out of beer." He pulled a bottle out of the back of the fridge, "Hah, now we are." He popped off the beer cap.

"I think I'm gonna go back to the library, so you two can talk it out." Cas said quietly as he slipped out of the tension-filled room.

"Relax!? Dean, you almost died! Again! And you didn't even care! All you were focused on was Tiffanie!"

Dean slammed the beer bottle on the counter, cracking the bottom and leaving an indent on the metal counter. "She's more important than I am, Sammy! Our goal was to get her out of there, I'm already screwed!"

"Our 'goal' was to get all of us out of there, alive! You have to stop sacrificing yourself like that or you'll die before we can save her!" Sam yelled, gesturing with his hands.

"It won't matter if we never find out how to kill those things!"

"We will save her, Dean!"

"And if I go dark again what happens then? I kill her? I promised her mother Sam! I'm a ticking time bomb and you act like we can still do this! You should be afraid of me Sam! I could end up worse than before, I might hurt you, or Tiffanie. Or Cas again. We can't just keep acting like the mark isn't there anymore, cuz it is and you can't ignore it out of existence.

"I'm not! We'll figure it out, you just have to be more careful with what you're doing!"

"Being careful when I fight isn't dealing with it, it's just pushing it back! I'm scared of what happens when it stops getting pushed back!"

"Then go do research in the library with Cas! I'm going out." Sam left the room, grabbing his jacket as he left the bunker.

Dean looked down at his leaking beer, he smashed the bottle harder against the counter, shattering the glass to pieces. "Damn it. Damn IT!" He yelled and swiped his hand across the counter, throwing the broken glass shards across the floor and leaving small bleeding cuts on his hand. After cleaning off the blood from his hand, he walked out of the kitchen to go research with Cas.

"Hello, Dean." Cas said as Dean walked in.

"Got anything from the douchebag librarians yet?" Dean asked.

"So far we have found nothing that correlates to what took Tiffanie. And we do not have a name to research by, making it all that much harder."

"There has to be something the Men of Letters collected other than dust."

"I do not believe they had a collection of dust."

"No man, I meant-" He stopped, looking at the quizzical look on Cas' face, "Oh, nevermind. Just keep looking." Dean sat down in the chair next to Cas and slammed a book on the table.

About half an hour in, Dean had already been through 2 other books. He sat down at the table with his third, resting his head in his left hand. Castiel sat next to him in the same position, reading.

Dean began to rub circles on the back of Cas' hand while reading. He flipped a page, and instead of doing the same thing, Dean set his hand on Castiel's. They sat there for a moment without either of them realizing what was happening. It just felt so normal, comfortable. Dean looked down at his hand, linking his fingers with Cas', noticing how they fit perfectly together. He rubbed his thumb along the side of Castiel's hand.

Cas blushed, "That feels nice, Dean."

Dean yanked his hand off and cleared his throat, trying to look as normal as he could.

"So," Dean clearing his throat again and stood up, "Have you found anything?"

Cas paused and looked at Dean, wanting to hold hands again, "No, nothing yet."

"We should call Crowley. Get him to call these freaking demons off." Dean said leaving the room to gather the herbs.

"That seems like a rather bad idea-" Castiel started to say before Dean left the room.

"Et ad congregandum...eos coram me." Dean dripped his blood into the bowl of herbs and said the incantation. They stood in the map room, waiting for him to show.

"Hello, Squirrel. Back so soon?" Crowley said with a smirk, appearing on the steps.

"Crowley," Castiel growled.

"Oh, look you even brought your feathered little boyfriend along." He paused, glaring at the angel in the room.

"I'm not his- we're not-I mean I don't think-." Cas stumbled through his words, face red with blush and trying to deny something he didn't want to deny.

"I do hope you weren't hoping for a threesome, I have a kingdom to manage."

"Well if you would do a better job I wouldn't have creepy fanged demons kidnapping my family!"

"Hm, fanged demons. Don't have any of those, really should though, might up the scare factor. Got any beer, some good scotch maybe?" Crowley answered nonchalantly, searching around for a drink.

"Sam's on a beer run."Dean answered cooly, "And if you don't handle these demons, I'll handle you." He said pulling out his knife.

"Fine. What did they look like? I'm gonna need a bit more than 'creepy demons' to identify them. And then I can even ground them if you'd like." Crowley smiled sarcastically.

"Uh, black skin, weird veins popping out everywhere, red eyes, ya know just creepy," Dean answered.

"If you had bothered to look them up you wouldn't even need me."

"What do you mean?" Cas asked, stepping forward.

"Pishacha, what you're looking for are the pishacha."

"You mean those fish-taco monsters that suck fat?"

"No, not a pishtaco," Crowley rolled his eyes, "A pishacha. Here," Crowley opened Sam's computer that was left sitting on the map table. He typed something in then turned it to Dean.

"Next time look up the creature before you call a king. I have better things to do than babysit a lumberjack and his flying monkey." Dean looked down at the laptop, reading the website Crowley had pulled up.

"Dean, you have a flying monkey? Those things can be very dangerous." Cas said.

"He was talking about you, Cas." Dean answered exasperatedly.

"But I'm not-"

"It'd be best to stop, you might hurt your brain." Crowley stopped Cas from finishing.

They heard a smash of glass and looked at the bunker's entrance at the top of stairs. Sam stood there, gun in hand, pointed at Crowley; and much to Dean's dismay, a broken pack of beer in a grocery bag at his feet.

"Duude. You dropped the beer!" Dean complained, looking at the broken glass bottles leaking beer down the steps.

"Oh, goodie, Moose is here, now it's a foursome." Crowley said smiling at Sam.

"Dude, you summoned Crowley?!" He questioned.

"What? We needed help and we weren't going to waste more time on those stupid books!"

"Does he even know anything?" Sam asked, lowering his gun.

"I know lots of things about lots of stuff, Samantha." Crowley sneered.

"Here, he got us this." Dean gave the computer to Sam, ignoring the obvious tension left over from their fight. "And they're not the pishtaco, fat-sucking things apparently."

"Yeah, but then what are they? Demons?" Sam asked looking up from the laptop he'd set on the table.

"Not quite." Crowley answered.

"What do you mean 'not quite'?"

"According to this, they're like a hybrid of a demon, a monster, a ghost, a witch and a Hindu god." Sam answered after looking back through the article on the computer.

"Yes, they're too nasty for even me. I don't control them, and would rather not be caught up in a tangle with them. You don't want to either."

"They've got Tiffanie, we have to go."

"Then you idiots are dealing with this on your own." Crowley said as he vanished.

"Good riddance." Dean said under his breath.

"Hey Dean, so get this: not only are they super tough, they are also able to become invisible, enact curses, possess people, shapeshift and they punish those they believe have done wrong or broken the law. They can't hurt someone that hasn't."

"We'll we have broken the law, so that doesn't matter. Does it say how to kill them? That's all I care about."

"Yeah, uh let's see, flesh-eating, yadda yadda yadda... AH! Here it is: oh, uh we need a blessed sword."

"And that's it?" Dean questioned, nothing was ever that easy.

"Well, that'll kill 'em..."

"But?"

"But their spirit has to be dispelled by a ritual or they'll haunt the area forever."

"Great, fantastic. Does it say who has to bless the sword?"

"Uh, give me a sec." Sam typed and clicked a few things on his computer before coming up with an answer. "Oh, you'll never guess who." He smiled

"Some douchebag needy god probably." Dean answered sarcastically.

"Goddess actually, and her name is Kali, we've met her before actually."

"Wait, you mean I have to go find Gabriel's goddess ex-girlfriend from the god's staff meeting at the freaky hotel? Who, BY THE WAY! SHOOTS FIRE OUT OF HER HANDS!" Dean yelled the last part, motioning vigorously with his hands.

"Yeah man. Sorry." Sam shrugged.

"Fine, I'm taking Cas. While I go face the goddess of certain death, you figure out this ritual we have to do to get rid of their spirits."

"On it." Sam turned back to his computer as Dean left the room. Sparing a sad glance towards Dean's back turned the corner

With Tiffanie - THEN

They began to places bowls of herbs around me on the metal table. Then they began chanting in a different language. The bowls around me glowed, I struggled more.

My head began to hurt, and it was getting worse. I screamed out of pain, my head pulsing.

"Make it stop! It hurts! Stop!" I yelled at them. My eyes were squeezed shut, I wanted to block out the pain, but I couldn't. it just got worse and worse.

Then all at once, it stopped, my head fell limp and I lay unconscious.

"What happened, should she not be changed?"

"Be patient, she cannot resist the change forever." And with that the two creatures walked out of the room, leaving me bound in the dark.

NOW

I fought my way back to consciousness and found myself still in the dark room. Everything hurt. The pain grew on my body, like daggers stabbing me over and over and over. I strained my neck to see that I was in shorts and a sports bra, my middle showing. My skin was changed, it was cover in growing black splotches. The black was all over me, from head to toe. Growing from my cheek and my arms, my stomach and on my legs. I couldn't get away from it.

"What is happening to me!?" I screamed, my voice strained, mixed with a scream of frustration.

"You'll only make it harder." A familiar voice commented.

"Who are you!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?" I yelled, struggling against the restraints.

"Who am I? I am you, I am what you could be, I am better." The voice stepped into the dim light where I could see them. They were me, but they were different. They were like the men before, black skin, large fangs and red eyes, but I could see myself. My hair my face was darker but I wore the same clothes, I held the same mannerisms and I had the same voice. A voice I found familiar, a voice I'd heard my whole life. My own voice.

"Embrace the change. Join the Pishacha. Become me, all you have to do...is let go."

"You're not REAL!"

"I will be." She smiled, and everything began fading

"NO! I WON'T!" My protests were cut off. I revolted in pain, my body contorting in my restraints, pulling against them. My brain seared with the pain, I felt stuck in a moment of agony. I resisted everything that they were trying to do to me, resisting the torment and torture that they wanted. "I can't." I said limply as I drifted out of consciousness.

Or at least I thought I did.

I woke up in my bed. Not the bed in the bunker, but my bed, at my house, the one I abandoned.

"What the-" I was cut off by someone else downstairs.

"Come get breakfast, Tiffy!"

Dad? DAD!

I jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs into the dining room, I plowed into my father, pushing him back with a hug."

"What's gotten into you, jitterbug?"

Jitterbug, I hadn't heard that in a long time, not since before the Winchesters called my father. I remembered why he called me that. He always said I had the jitters, always had to be moving around zipping to and fro like a bug.

"Nothing, I just," I thought for a moment, I don't know what happened. I tried to remember and felt a sharp stab of pain, then moved on. "I just had a bad dream."

"Well, you're here now, so come sit down and eat or your food will get cold." My mother said as she walked in from the kitchen holding a plate of pancakes. They both sat down and looked at me expectantly.

"Yeah, uh, I guess I am." I walked over to my seat and sat down, something was wrong but I couldn't remember what, I felt another sharp pain and forgot what I was thinking about. I stared at the pancake on my plate, my mother always made them so perfectly round. Maple syrup dripped over it and I looked up at my father pouring it on my plate.

"Can't eat pancakes without syrup right?"

"Of course." I smiled and began cutting my pancake, talking randomly with my parents.

WITH DEAN

"Are you sure this is a good idea Dean? Summoning a Hindu Goddess that already dislikes you does not seem like a good idea." Cas asked warily as he picked up a summoning ritual dean had printed out.

"Doesn't matter, we're getting a blessed sword so we can kill the Pishacha things. Just tell me how to summon her." Dean pulled some supplies out of the bag he set on the dungeon floor.

"You have to say this mantra seven times. " Castiel showed the paper to Dean.

"Alright fine, where do the candles go?" Dean said, waving two candles in his hands.

"Place her picture in front of the incense, the red candle goes on the left and the silver candle on the right."

"Alright," He put the candles and picture down in the designated spots.

"Start saying the mantra and light the candles and incense."

"Om kleem kalikayei namaha...Om kleem kalikayei namaha...Om kleem kalikayei namaha...Om kleem kalikayei namaha...Om kleem kalikayei namaha...Om kleem kalikayei namaha...Om kleem kalikayei namaha..." Dean lit the candles and finished chanting. "Now what?"

"We wait."

"Hopefully not for long. I'm tired and we don't have any beer."

"Not even you can rush a god, Dean Winchester."

"He, well, I try." Dean chuckled.

"Why have you summoned me?"

"Well, funny story, we need your sword."

"No."

"No? What do you mean no? We need it."

"My sword is a powerful weapon, not to be wielded or held by a mortal, and cannot be held by someone as dirty or tainted as you, Winchester."

"I can do it." Cas stepped forward.

"No, Cas, you could get hurt." Dean stepped in front of him and put his hand on his chest, holding him back

"I'll be fine, Dean. Don't worry." Cas put his hand on top of Dean's, and held it for a second, looking into his eyes before turning back to Kali. "I'll take the sword."

"I'm still not going to give it to you. What do I get from it?"

"Listen, we saved your ass from Lucifer, so how about you pay up?"

Kali summoned the sword into her hands with a burst of flames and handed it to Castiel, pulling back before he grabbed it.

"Why do you need it?"

"To kill something, they kidnapped my family." Dean said, standing closer to Cas.

"So get a knife, what creature is so bad that the mighty Winchesters called upon a goddess?" Kali said. She held the sword hovering above her palm in flames.

"A monster, I don't need to go blabbing to some lady about my problems, you're not a shrink."

"No, but should show me more respect or I will burn you to a crisp." Kali loomed over Dean, eyes narrowed and voice sharp.

The Mark of Cain glowed on Dean's arm, "Listen, bitch, it's none of your goddamn business what I do or who I kill, so give us the fricking sword and you can go."

"You do not tell me what to do or where to go."

Castiel watched as Dean got angrier and angrier, "Dean, Dean! Just calm down, we can tell her that we're hunting the pishacha." Castiel pushed Dean out of Kali's face.

"Pishacha, you're hunting a pishacha?" Kali asked fear striking across her face, the flames on her hand died out, dropping the sword with a clang.

"Not one, a whole bunch actually."

"Then whoever they kidnapped, is already gone. You can't tell them I helped you." Kali disappeared, leaving the sword behind.

"Heh, what was that all about?" Dean walked over to the sword and picked it up. The metal seared into his hands, he screamed and dropped it. Dean cradled his burned hand against his chest

"Are you okay?"Cas rushed to Dean's side, holding his hand and began healing it. They waited there for a moment, Castiel's hand resting in Dean's, long after Dean's hand was healed.

"Hey, Dean, I found the dispelling ritual." Sam came into the doorway of the dungeon. Dean yanked his hand out of the Cas' hand. "Is that the blessed sword?" Sam looked at the sword laying on the ground.

"Yeah."

"Alright, well grab it and let's go." Sam said with a tone of importance as he left the room.

Cas pushed Dean's hand away from the sword and grabbed it himself.

"Fine. Fine. Let's just go." Dean moved around Castiel and walked away.

They both walked into the library and found Sam's phone playing a loop to a bowl of rice.

"Dude, is your rice having trouble sleeping and needs a lullaby? What are you doing?" Dean said sarcastically walking up to Sam.

Sam scoffed at his brother's antics, "No, this is raw rice and I'm playing a Hindu mantra on a loop to 'energize' the rice, it has to be repeated 108 times. This rice has to be spread in all the rooms and around the outside of the building. Once we kill the Pishachas, we'll eat the rice, say another mantra and that will expel their spirits."

"Well good, play as many rice lullabies as you need if it helps get rid of the Pishacha."

"Don't worry Dean, we'll get her."

"I'm not worried."

"Well, even with the three of us, we don't know how many of them will be there, we need support. " Cas said, stepping closer.

"You're right, I should call Jody. Ask her to meet us there."

"Yeah, but she can't bring either of her girls with her, it's too dangerous and I don't want to risk them getting taken."

"Fine, and you call any other hunters we know that might be willing to help us."

Sam pulled out his phone as he walked out of the library, calling a number.

"Alright." Dean sat down at a table. "Here, Cas you can call these guys." Dean wrote numbers from his phone onto a piece of paper and showed it to Cas, slapping it onto the table by the seat next to him.

Castiel pulled his flip phone out of his back pocket then sat down. He set his phone on the table and slid the paper next to it, typing each number individually. Each time, looking back at the paper , a small beep for every button Cas clicked. Dean rolled his eyes and went back to scrolling through his contacts.

He put his phone to his ear and listened to it ring.

"Hey Dean, been a while." The person on the other end picked up.

"Yeah, hey Tracy, listen I was-."

beep

"I was wondering-."

beep

"Ugh, one sec." Dean put his phone to his neck, covering the speaker. He glared at Cas, sighing, Dean got up from the table and left the library too, leaving Cas alone.

"Yep, I'm here. So I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?"

*One hour later*

Sam walked back into the library as he put his phone back into his pocket. Dean was already sitting at the table watching Cas make a call.

"I don't care who the hell you know!"

"But sir, I just need-"

"I don't give a damn what you need, I don't even know how you got this number!"

"I got it from my friend, D-"

"And I don't care about that either, call again and I'll shoot your ass straight into hell!"

The man slammed his phone down, making a loud crash into Castiel's ear that made him flinch as the call ended.

"Uh- what was that?" Sam said, pointing at Cas shamefully setting the phone down.

"That," Dean waved his hand around motioning to Cas, "was Joe, apparently all of the hunters didn't want to talk to Cas because none of them knew him."

"Huh," Sam scoffed, "Well, that sounds about right, who did you get?" Sam sat down at the table.

"Let's see here, I got Tracy Bell, Ennis Ross, and Mackey."

"Who's Mackey?"

"One of Bobby's old contacts, helped me find Cas after he started leaking black goo.

"I called up on Jody and Cole. They said they'd meet us in Sioux Falls."

"Same here, let's get going then."

*In Sioux Falls*

The Impala rolled into the parking lot, asphalt crunching under the tires. Dean pulled baby into a parking spot and turned off her engine. Both he and Sam got out of the car and walked over to the group of hunters waiting in the lot.

"Dean, Sam." Ennis gave a curt nod as a greeting. He stood next to Jody, waiting.

"I can't believe you boys left without saying goodbye, I oughta slap you right now for damn near breaking my heart!" Jody scolded as the boys walked up.

"Not my decision, talk to Sammy." Dean pushed Jody's fury off on his brother, to be fair he was the one who decided to leave.

"Mackey, hey nice to see you again." Dean smiled and greeted Mackey with a hug, slapping him on the back.

"Been too long." Mackey said as they pulled from the hug. Sam walked up to him and shook his hand.

"So, I heard you knew Bobby?" Sam asked cautiously, escaping from Jody.

"Sure did, one of the finest hunters I've ever known. Sorry you lost him." Mack answered apologetically.

"Thanks." Sam smiled.

"Dean-o! We gotta stop meeting each other like this." Cole walked up to Dean with a grin on his face.

"Last time I saw you, you coughed up the worm thing right? Didn't think you'd be willing to help me." Dean had a quizzical expression on his face.

"Yeah well, I figured I owed you a couple for saving my life and for trying to kill you."

"Damn right." Dean pulled him in for a short hug. He turned around as an old fashioned blue Volkswagen bug drove in and parked. Tracy opened her door and stepped out. Crossing her arms on the car door and smiling.

"Hey there Winchesters, need some help from a friendly neighborhood hunter?"

"Wow." Ennis gaped as Tracy slammed her door closed and walked over to the group.

"Try to close your jaw and not look like such a smitten kitten." Dean said looking at Ennis.

"You have a kitten on this mission? Why?" Cas asked, confused.

"Ugh," Dean walked away from the group and up to Tracy, walking over with her. "Guys, this is Tracy, she helped us with a hunt a while back."

"Ennis Ross, good to meet you." Ennis stepped up to Tracy and held out his held.

"Tracy Bell, same to you, Ennis." She smiled as she took his hand and shook it.

"Alright, introductions are over, I'm gonna get you some weapons." Dean said walking towards his car. They followed him to the trunk so he could open it, admiring the amory inside.

"No offense, but I brought my own." Ennis pulled back his coat to show a pistol on his belt next to his Police Badge.

"That won't do anything but get you killed. Here, try this." Dean handed him two angel blades, reaching one out for Tracy who stood next to Ennis.

"So, you're a cop?" Tracy asked, taking hold of the blade's handle.

"I am, taking after my father when he died I guess. Only hunting to get rid of the monsters in my city." Ennis answered.

"Sorry to hear about that, I lost both my parents to demons when I was young."

"Wow, I uh-"

"Alright you two, we got work to do. I need to catch you up on what these things are or we're all going to die." Ennis started a sentence only get cut off by Dean walking between them.

"That's our cue." Tracy followed Dean, leaving Ennis standing by the curb. Cas walked up behind him.

"How can anyone be so beautiful?" An awestruck Ennis stared at Tracy as she talked to Dean.

"Isn't he?" Castiel gazed in the same direction.

"Yeah... wait. He?" Ennis looked back at Cas.

"Uh mm, what?" Cas cleared his throat and walked away uncomfortably. They joined the others at the hood of the impala, blueprints spread out over the slick black frame.

"So, these things are fast, mean and powerful. We screw up even just a little and you'll be shaking hands with a reaper before you can say demon. Our only option is to catch them off guard."

"How do we do that?"

"No idea." Dean sighed and looked back at the plans. "No idea at all."

I am eternally sorry about how long this took to get out but I hope you liked it. Remember to tell me what you think about the length and any other thoughts you have. Thanks!