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Arriving back to your hometown hadn’t been what you were originally expecting. Granted it wasn’t a leisure trip that brought you back to the strange town of Riverdale. Being a hunter had the perks of allowing you to travel all over the country, but with the cost of living out of motels practically your entire life. You were raised in the life much like the other hunters you’ve met over the years. Riverdale had become practically like a home base for your family when you were born, although more often times than not you stayed in random hotel rooms, this was home to you. You went to school here, you had your first date and love here, you had a nearly normal life here. Well, as normal as it could get being a southside serpent in your late teens and dating one of the leaders of the gang. What could you say, you liked excitement, even in your normalcy.
You had learned about a hunt nearby Riverdale from an old friend and invited one of your best friends to tag along, who happened to be a hunter as well. Him and his brother had been in your life since you were a kid, often times being stuck together in your uncle's home for weeks at a time when your parents decided to hunt together. Although you had lost touch while in your teen years, you had run into them on a hunt and all decided to work together since then. The Winchesters were practically family, the only family you had left. Your uncle always liked to remind you that family didn’t end in blood, and after all you’ve been through, you’ve learned to live by that.
You pulled up to the hotel you would be staying at with the boys and waited until you saw the black beauty that was the Impala pull into the parking lot. You lived with the boys in their bunker but often times decided to drive separate because having two cars often made things easier on all of you. Hearing the engine before seeing the car, you quickly turned your own off and stepped out to greet them when they pulled in.
As they pulled up you couldn’t help but smile at the two large men in the front seat. You’d be a full not to admit they were both insanely attractive, although you never had anything more than platonic friendship with either of them. You considered the younger brother your best friend and practically your own brother, you could confide in him and more often than not got along with him better than the other. If you were being honest, you did have a crush on the older of the two when you were younger and when you reunited years later, you admitted to yourself he grew up nicely.
“It’s nice of you to finally join me, you’re losing your touch with age Dean,” you smirked at you saw the older Winchester get out of the car.
“Sweetheart, you know that in any given situation Baby would beat your beast,” he pointed behind you at your 2010 silver Corvette.
“Just because he’s not a classic doesn’t mean you need to be mean,” you patted the hood of your car. “He’s just jealous that Baby isn’t as fast as you,” you whispered to your car.
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, making his way back to the trunk of his car, just as the other Winchester made his way out of the car. “You want me to make sure and get a separate room for you guys?” he asked, watching as you laid your head against the hood.
“Shut up Sammy,” you growled, flipping him off.
“I don’t know who’s worse, you or him,” he pointed his thumb towards his older brother before making his way towards the front doors of the hotel.
“I heard that!” Dean yelled after his brother.
Chuckling to yourself you made your way to the passenger side of your car, where you kept your duffel and opened the door. “Not our fault we love our babies,” you said to Dean.
You bent down into your car to grab your things and didn’t hear or see him make his way over to you. When he spoke he nearly scared you to death. “One more deserving of love then the other,” he chuckled as you jumped, standing straight up and backing into him, not realizing how close he was. “Easy there, jumpy.”
“Shut up,” you hissed grabbing your bag quickly and pushing him away from you. “Why do you always have to pull this shit?”
“Because you’re too easy to scare and it’s funny. I don’t know how you can be a hunter when you’re so jumpy,” he laughed, poking your sides.
You slapped his hands away and scoffed. Ever since you were kids he was always the one who picked on you, which is the biggest reason you didn’t get along with him as well as you did his brother. “Simple, I am the better hunter. Doesn’t matter if I get jumpy or not,” you smirked at him while you shut the door of your corvette. “Don’t forget who saved your ass last week, because you didn’t want to wait for Sam and I.”
“Not my fault you were to busy flirting with witnesses,” he grumbled, swiping your bag from your hands and walked towards the hotel.
You scoffed at him and quickly followed him, making sure to lock your car before getting too far. “Excuse me?” you said with a scowl on your face. “I wasn’t the one flirting with anyone during the last case, Mr. Casanova. Considering you went home with the victim's sister before we left.”
You both made your way inside of the lobby of the hotel, stopping for a moment you looked around at the hotel you once stayed in before you parents bought your house. Not much had changed, it looked as though maybe they repainted but everything else remained the same. To caught up in the nostalgia you barely heard Dean's response.
“You were flirting with the dude, purposefully wearing those tight clothes and showing off your cleavage,” he continued walking over to Sam who was waiting by a staircase.
“First off,” you huffed and ran after him. “That outfit was my only clean FBI get up, secondly, you weren’t complaining before he took interest.”
He scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, pushing Sam's bag against his chest when you both made it over to the youngest of the three of you. “Whatever.”
“Did I miss something?” Sam asked, taking his bag and looking down at you with his signature puppy dog like eyes.
“Your brother seems to be the jealous type,” you giggled slightly when you saw Dean’s face redden slightly, even if you were only kidding.
“Right,” Sam pursed his lips. “So they only had one room left, which was shocking considering how empty the place seems to be,” he stated as he began to walk up the steps.
You pursed your lips in thought for a moment what may be happening, then you remembered what had recently happened in town and scratched your head. “When I spoke to my old friend, he said there had been a murder recently, one of biggest families around here. Maybe people are in town for that,” you shrugged.
“And who exactly is your friend?” Dean asked, giving you a side glance as you both followed Sam to the second floor, where your room was located.
You cleared your throat and tried to think about how you were going to answer this. “I went to school with them when I was here, I’m surprised you didn’t figure that part out.”
They both nodded as you made your way to the door of your hotel room. “You still speak to them after all these years?”
“Of course,” you smiled slightly thinking of them. “We were very close.”
Sam quickly opened the door and you all stepped inside the room, it was decently sized with two double beds, a large couch, a small table and chairs, and a flat screen on the opposite wall of the beds. “Were they from a family of hunters too?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he set his things on the far bed.
“No,” you answered back quickly.
“And yet, they were the ones who informed you of the case?” Dean asked.
“Yes, I told them what I was and at first they thought I was crazy,” you laughed slightly. “Until they had a run in with a vamp, I made them promise not to start hunting but to let me know if there was ever anything strange happening around here,” you shrugged. “At least, stranger than normal.”
Sam nodded and smiled at you knowingly. He knew who your friend was, but you didn’t want Dean to know. He was always way to protective of you and if he knew your friend wasn’t just in a gang but the leader he’d be pissed. You confided with Sam about your life in Riverdale quite often, especially when you spent a couple of years away from your family and hunting when he went to college. He knew about your relationship at the time with gang and even how much you cared for the leader. Sam understood what it was like to be in love but he also made sure that you promised to be safe. Much like the younger Winchester you were only brought back into hunting due to the death of someone you cared about. Your parents had been killed by demons because of your affiliation with the Winchesters. He hated you went a joined a gang but understood that it may have been safer to do that then to continue hunting, even if you were doing it just for the man you loved.
Sighing loudly Dean threw his bag on the other bed and looked at you. “Well, you’re a native, where’s a good place to get a drink and a good burger around here?”
You pursed your lips and looked at him thoughtfully. “Unfortunately it’s one or the other Dean-o, the best place for burgers don’t have adult beverages, unless Pop’s changed the menu,” you shrugged and placed your bag on the bed next to Sams. It was an unspoken agreement you and him had, if there were enough beds, you would share with him. He knew how much you hated sleeping on couches from having to do it often when you were younger so he never made you, the only time he said anything to you about it is when he practically forced you to sleep in the bed with him.
Dean huffed and thought for a moment. “Food first, adult beverages second.”
You smirked slightly, grabbing your wallet from your duffel and shoved it into your jacket. “Alright, let’s go.”
“We’re taking my car, (Y/N/N),” Dean said, walking past you and out the still open door.
You glared at his retreating figure as Sam came up beside you. “One of these days, I’m going to stab him in his stupid face,” you grumbled.
Sam chuckled and placed his arm around your shoulders. “We both know you could.”
…
Sitting in the back seat of the Impala wasn’t your favorite activity in the world, especially when Dean would purposefully take extra sharp turns to make you fall over the place. “One of these days you’re going to kill me,” you groaned as you sat up from falling off the seat.
“Better me than a monster,” he smirked as he pulled into the parking lot of Pop’s.
“Well this is-,” Sam started looking up at the diner.
“This is the home of the world's best milkshakes,” you smiled and quickly got out the car, you couldn’t help but show how excited you were. It had been years since you’ve been in town and even longer since you’ve been into Pop’s. “Keep up, slow pokes,” you smirked, turning around and walking backwards as you spoke to them.
Sam chuckled deeply as he watched you act like a little kid again, he remembered how much you spoke about this place. You had a part time job as a waitress here at one point when you had stopped hunting. He also remembered how upset you were when you just had to pack up and leave, barely giving anyone an explanation. “Careful, shorty,” he yelled after you, not far behind.
“I’m a big bad hunter, I’m always car-” you were cut off as you ran into something firm, nearly falling from the collision.
“Careful,” you heard a deep raspy voice say.
“Sorry, I’m normally not this clumsy,” you laughed at yourself as you turned around to face the man who caught you, only to be greeted by a very familiar face. “Fred?” your eyes opened widely as you saw one of your high school best friends standing in front of you after a very long time.
“(Y/N)?” he furrowed his brow in question but as you nodded his face quickly changed to a very happy expression. He quickly embraced you, not giving you a chance to say anything else.
“It’s good to see you too,” you choked out, hugging him back.
“What are you doing here?” he asked looking down at you as he pulled away.
“In town on business, well business in Greendale,” you shrugged smiling at your old friend. “Figured I’d come see how my hometown was doing in the process, maybe see some familiar faces.”
“Well it’s great to see you,” he chuckled. “I never even really had a chance to say goodbye to you before you left.”
“I know, I know,” you said sadly. “It was sudden and I’m sorry.”
He ran hand against his chin and nodded. “Well, it’s been a long time all is forgiven. At least on my part.”
You nodded and looked at your feet, running a hand through your hair. You were about to speak when you heard someone clear their voice behind you, turning you were met with the scowling face of Dean Winchester and the sympathetic look of Sam Winchester. “Right, Fred,” you looked back at your old friend. “This is Sam and Dean Winchester,” you moved your hand in the direction of the boys. “They’re old family friends of mine and business partners.”
Fred nodded and held his hand for each of them to shake. Sam took his hand happily, but Dean was a little reluctant in doing so. “(Y/N), and I were best friends in school,” he looked at the boys, more specifically Dean, noticing his protective demeanor.
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked down at you, silently asking if this was the friend you were talking about, but you quickly shook your head no. He nodded and looked back at Fred. “Nice to meet you,” he said through slightly gritted teeth.
“You as well,” he grinned slightly at them before looking back at you. “So uh, I gotta ask. Does he know you’re here?”
You sighed softly but nodded. “Yes, he knows. And just so you know, he and I are on decent enough terms.”
Fred shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Figured I’d ask is all, he was broken up about you leaving for years.”
You swallowed thickly and rubbed your hands together. “I know, so was I,” you paused but before anyone could respond you moved towards the door to Pop’s. “But I for one am famished after the long drive and I know you two are as well,” you said pointing at the boys. “You’re welcome to join us Fred, we can catch up some more.”
He nodded. “I’d love to, actually was about to head in myself when you ran into me,” he laughed following you, the Winchesters close behin
“Perfect,” you smiled and turned to throw the door open and walked in. “Place hasn’t changed a bit.”
“Well, there was some renovations done, but yeah not much,” Fred responded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “There’s an open booth over there,” he nodded his head towards a corner booth and lead you to it.
Fred chose to sit next to you, leaving Sam and Dean to sit together on the other side. Dean looked almost upset by it, maybe he was just upset because he had to share a seat with Sam when he normally sat by himself. “I’m feeling nostalgic,” you laughed and looked at the boys. “Best milkshakes I have ever had here.”
“Well with how much we travel, I’ll take your word for it,” Sam smiled at you as Dean just kept an unreadable expression on his face.
You turned to look back at friend. “So what’s been happening with Fred Andrews?”
“Well, I own my own construction company here in town,” he smiled and looked over to another booth in the restaurant. “Mary and I got married, had a son. His name is Archie.”
“Is he the redhead over at that table?” you pointed in the direction he was looking.
“How did you figure?” he laughed.
“Mary had red hair just like that,” you laughed. “How is she by the way?”
“Fine I guess, we separated about two years ago,” he said grimly.
“I’m so sorry,” you rested your hand over his in a calming matter, missing how Dean’s eyes flared with anger.
“I’m over it,” he said dryly.
You nodded not wanting to say anything more about the subject and noticed an all too familiar woman walking towards your table. “Is that Hermione?” you asked quietly, making sure she didn’t hear you.
Fred nodded not wanting to verbally respond as she stopped at the table. “Hey Fred, who are your friends,” she eyed the boys up, a little too much for your comfort considering how much you disliked this woman and her husband.
You noticed her uniform and realized she was your waitress, you did not expect that at all. When you had known her she was snobby and a part of the upper class society formed in this small town. Raising your lip in annoyance you cleared your throat. “You mean you don’t recognize me?” you smirked when she looked at you. “I mean sure, I’ve packed on a few more muscles, changed my hair, and am sitting with three very attractive men, but I didn’t change much,” you looked at the boys sitting across from you, noticing Dean's signature smirk grow at your comment. “You sure didn’t change much at all,” you smiled sweetly at her.
“(Y/N)?” her eyebrows practically raised to her hairline as she looked at you, really looked at you.
You saw Fred raise his hand to his mouth to cover up a laugh that he quickly covered up with a cough, Sam and Dean watching in amusement at your interaction with the attractive woman. “Took you long enough,” you rolled your eyes at her. You had hated her from the moment she left Fred for her current incarcerated husband, Hiram Lodge. Douchebag among douchebags. Your Riverdale contact made sure to keep you posted about all the weird things, even simple things such as that.
She scoffed at that and lifted her notepad. “What can I get you guys?” she looked directly at Fred, now avoiding eye contact.
Fred turned to face you, no longer needing to contain his laughter. “The usual?” he raised his eyebrow.
“You really remember?” you smiled at him.
“Of course, it was practically the only thing you would ever eat,” he smirked at you.
“Then please, you may have the honor of ordering my meal,” you moved your hand in the direction of Hermione.
“Two bacon cheeseburgers, everything on them. One chocolate milkshake and one strawberry,” he said as Hermione wrote down the order.
Looking over at the Winchesters she cocked an eyebrow, eyeing up Dean. “And for you handsome?”
‘Oh here we go’ you thought rolling your eyes as Dean looked over at you questioningly. “He’ll have the same, but by chance did Pop’s start serving beer?” you asked, considering you didn’t have any menus. You knew what he liked.
“Nope, still living in the heyday, no booze,” Hermione laughed.
“Then I’ll just have a chocolate shake,” he said in his rough voice, causing her eyes to open a bit wider. She must not have expected it, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. You looked at him through the corner of your eye, and noticed him still looking at you.
“Alright,” she said, writing his order. “And for you sweetie?” she looked at Sam.
“He’ll have a garden salad, dressing on the side. With a coke to drink?” you looked at Sam as you spoke out his order.
“Yeah, that,” he smiled and pointed at you.
“Rabbit food,” Dean muttered, cringing slightly.
“Alright, I’ll get your orders right in,” she winked at the boys and walked back over to the counter.
“I guess I wasn’t the only one who knew someone else's order,” Fred commented looking over at you.
“Yeah,” you laughed dryly and scratched your head. “We’re on the road a lot, so we kind of live off of diner food,” you shrugged.
“Not to mention we’ve known each other since we were what,” Dean paused. “Like 7?”
“Yeah something like that,” you pursed your lips. “Sammy would have only been like 3.”
“Well then I wouldn’t remember that,” Sam said looking at you from his spot across the table. “I just know I’ve always known you.”
You smiled sweetly and pushed on his leg with your foot. “And you’ve loved every moment of it.”
He rolled his eyes and laughed. “You’re hard not to love,” he shrugged and looked at Dean briefly.
You just shrugged as well and leaned on Fred slightly. “So what else has been happening as of late?”
“Well,” he pursed his lips in thought. “You heard about the Blossoms son right?”
“I think I read an some about it yes, do they have an idea who may have done such a thing?” you felt someone's foot hit yours, so you kicked it away.
“They have some ideas, but I’m sure you wouldn’t like the answer,” he looked at you and then at the boys, practically asking if they knew about your past.
Sitting back up, you sighed. “They think it was serpents, don’t they?”
“(Y/N/N), a lot of things have happened since you left, they’ve changed way to much for their own good,” he said sternly.
“Well, someone's been withholding information,” you said staring off to the table where Fred's son had been sitting.
“He probably just didn’t want to concern you,” Fred shrugged watching Hermione come back over to your table with the drinks.
“There you are,” she set the milkshakes and Sam’s coke down in front of you all. “Your food should be done soon.”
“Thanks,” Sam muttered, taking a drink of his soda. She just nodded and walked away.
“What exactly are the serpents?” Dean asked, trying to get your attention, but you just kept staring off at that table. Your gaze glued on a young man sittin next to Archie. He looked so familiar but different at the same time, if only you could see his hair under the crowned beanie. “Sweetheart,” Dean kicked your leg softly under the table.
“Huh, what?” you blinked and looked at Dean.
“I asked what the serpents were,” he shrugged, clearly irritated at something as he stirred his milkshake.
“Oh uh,” you rubbed the back of your neck. “Their a gang,” you swallowed thickly.
“A gang,” he paused. “Like, drugs and guns?”
“Well, they weren’t always like that,” you mumbled as you looked back over at Sam who seemed overly interested with a straw wrapper.
“And how exactly would you know?” he raised an eyebrow in question.
“Well,” you paused trying to think of a good answer, you really didn’t want to tell him about how you were one of them. Practically the second in command at the time as well, you even still had your jacket back at the bunker.
Before you could answer Hermione came over with the rest of your order, which you immediately started eating to avoid answering his question. As the rest of the boys said thank you, you just continued to keep eye contact with Dean, hoping he would let it go when he took a bite of his burger.
The second he did take a bite you could swear you saw his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “Mmm,” he moaned.
“Well?” you and Fred said in unison.
“Ahmahzin,” he muttered, you could barely understand him through the sounds of him eating his burger.
“Glad you like,” you smiled.
You all sat quietly as you finished your food, Dean hadn’t brought up the serpents again but you figured the question would come again soon. Fred was the one who finally broke the silence.
“So you said you’ve known each other since you were kids, but they didn’t live around here. How did you guys meet,” he looked between you and the boys.
You were about to answer after you finished off your chocolate shake but Sam was quicker. “Our parents worked together,” he paused making eye contact with you, you just nodded. “They often needed to be gone for long periods of time, so our parents would drop all of us off at her uncles. He was practically our uncle too,” he looked at Dean.
“When I left for a few weeks at a time while in school, it was because I went to work with my parents or when they left I was old enough to stay here by myself. So I didn’t really see them again until after my parents passed,” you shrugged. “Now I can’t get rid of them.”
Dean rolled his eyes and Sam chuckled. “So when you left, was what I heard true? You went to stay with your uncle?” Fred asked looking directly at you.
“Uh, sort of. I was alone for a long time after we graduated, when my parents died I left and really haven’t been back until now,” you looked at Fred sadly. “Sorry again for not saying goodbye.”
“Gotta do, what you gotta do,” he shrugged and looked over at his son who was still sitting with his friends. You were grateful he didn’t dig to much deeper into your life, he never really did.
You were about to say something when the opening of the front door distracted you. You had all been quiet enough to hear the bell and of course you recognized the man who walked in, how could you not. Swallowing thickly you excused yourself from the table with the excuse of using the restroom. You nearly pushed Fred to the floor trying to get up before he could see you. Sure you had spoken to him over the phone often enough, but it was always only business. He knew about your life and even tried to leave with you when you had to, but you told him no because being a hunter was something you never wanted or wished upon anyone. He was the man you were in love with, the one person you wanted a family with. The person you wanted to leave the life for, and did for a few years before your parents were murdered.
Quickly making your way to the restroom, you made sure to keep your head down and walked the long way in order to avoid him. You weren’t ready to see him. Especially after the last time you run into him, a few years after you first left when you just happened to be going through town on a solo hunt.
-Flashback-
“You can’t just leave, not again. I won’t let you,” he practically growled.
Wiping your face, trying to keep the tears from being seen you sighed. “I can’t, you have a life. You have everything we always wanted, a son, a fiance’. I won’t let you destroy that,” you sobbed looking away from him.
“But I don’t love her, (Y/N/N),” he grabbed your shoulder softly, forcing you too look at him. “He was an accident, I love him so much but not her. I’m only marrying her because of what I did,” he cupped your cheek gently. “It’s always been you.”
Choking back a sob you held his hand against your cheek. “I shouldn’t have come, I just. I needed to see you and now I don’t know what to do.”
“Stay, please. I know you have to hunt those things,” he gestured with his hand at nothing. “But you can have a home with me, I’ll leave her and we can make out own family,” he pressed his forehead to yours. “We can raised him together.”
“I ca-can’t,” you closed your eyes, being selfish and enjoying his touch one last time. “I can’t risk your life, I can’t risk his. God, I love you so much,” you didn’t realize more tears ran down your cheeks until you felt his rough thumb brush them away. “It’s easier if I just leave and never look back. This was a mistake.”
“Shh,” he hushed you and put his hand under your chin, making you look him in the eye. “I’ve missed you so damn much, I can’t stop you if you leave,” he sighed, obviously broken. “But at least give me one more night, that’s all I ask of you. Please,” he pleaded.
As you looked into his eyes something snapped inside of you and you instantly crashed your lips into his, he immediately returning the kiss. Wrapping his arms around your waist he backed you into a wall.
Clothes were quickly discarded and most of the night was spent relearning each others body. You knew it was wrong but you both needed it more then words could explain. There had been so much love that night that you almost couldn’t bare leaving again, but you needed to let him have this life. It may not have been a good life for him and his son, but at least he would be alive and able to raise him. You left that morning without saying goodbye, only leaving him a note that explained how sorry you were and how much you loved him, along with your multiple numbers of the phones you had. It had been awhile until he contacted you, which you understood, but it was only to fill you in on business. It was never a social call.
-Present-
Walking out of the bathroom you were greeted by the sight of all of your boys sitting together, including him. The sight nearly physically hurt because of how much you wished it was just a normal social gathering but it would never be the case.
Sam was the first to see you walking towards them, you weren’t sure if they knew exactly who the new man was or not. The way Sam looked at you though, you could tell he had a guess. All of the men had been laughing at something, at least until they noticed the way Sam seemed to change when he was looking over the two men across from them.
Dean was the second to notice you, he took note of the way you were walking. You seemed shy, nothing like the badass hunter he had always known. He looked from you to the two other men at the table, keeping his gaze on the new man for a moment longer before looking back at you. He noticed the way your eyes seemed to stay locked on the back of the stranger's head, he knew right then that that was who your friend was, if you could even call it that.
Your heart had started beating faster and harder than it had ever done when you were on a hunt. He always seemed to do that to you. You could kill a demon without blinking an eye, but when it came to this man you had always been a nervous mess. He took you from a ruthless hunter to a clumsy, lover struck teenager in seconds. The moment he turned to see where the other two men had been staring, you felt you heart stop. Time almost seemed to even stop when you made eye contact with each other. He looked incredible, time had been his friend over the years. His once longer brown hair was now darker, cut much shorter, and his face was covered in peppered scruff. His chocolate brown eyes still held the same warmth that would make your heart melt, only now it held a slight hardness to them.
You watched as his adam's apple seemed to bob, you knew he was swallowing and trying to come up with what to say, but he reverted back into that nervous young man who you had first met and flirted with all those years ago.
You both stared at one another, keeping quiet until he finally broke the silence. “(Y/N),” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear.
“Hey FP,” you smiled sadly.