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“This is a whole new of weird, that’s all I can say.”
“We’ll find something. There must be a connection.” the younger Winchester sighed.
“Still, doesn’t explain any of it, Sam. Demons after an orange glowing rock? For what reason to begin with?” the older Winchester scoffed, flipping through another page that he wasn’t really paying attention to but pretended to read for the heck of it.
“I don’t know Dean, honestly I don’t know. We’ve been through almost every book in the bunker. If there is a solution then it should be in one of these books at least.” he shrugged, motioning to the books around them and taking a large sip of his own coffee as Dean shook his head with a groan.
“Days like this I really start to miss Crowley.” he mumbled “How’s it going over there kid?” he asked, looking at Jack who just looked like he had all the energy in the world to go through all of the books in the bunker from the beginning.
“Great!” the nephilim perked up “I never knew just how many different realities can be out there, it’s amazing! And all the ways to accessing them, you could never believe that! There is this one, a man of letters has been there, and he wrote it all in his journal. It was back, during World War II. There he joined a group of scientists and he witnessed the discovery of-of the Tesseract. He described it as a cube of great power, “Infinite power”-” the Winchesters shared a look.
And Jack continued “Infinite power, so big that it could wipe out the planet, glowing with a power never seen by man before and he didn’t think it was from Earth either. He didn’t speak about other universes though so I am suspecting space? Something- something about it was familiar to uh gama radiation? I don’t know what that means, but he points out it emitted a low amount that they could barely trace. However, he mentionsthat it fell into the wrong hands, meant to be used as a weapon, an organization called-”
“Jack?” Dean raised a hand to stop the rambling boy “Look, that’s good and exciting and all, but we’re looking for something more important here, kid, so if you could focus on that it would be… nice?”
“Oh, oh… yes of course. I- I understand. I’m sorry, I just…” he trailed off, looking down at the page in front of him “Captain America did so many amazing and brave things in that time, it is very inspiring.” a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Captain who?” Sam frowned and the grin returned on the young boy’s face.
“Captain America.” he said with such pride it light up his entire face “He lived during World War II, when the Tesseract was first seen by the man of letters I spoke about. In fact, he had met Steve Rogers in person - that is his real name - during a fight in-”
“Alright, yeah I get it.” Dean cut him off gently “You got yourself a man-crush, that’s great but uh Jack how about you take a break huh buddy? Think all these books might have done a number on you. Go contact Cas in case he has any news?”
“I- I’ll- Yeah of course.” he seemed reluctant to let go of the journal he had been reading but did so inevitably and picked a phone to call the other angel.
With a sigh Dean picked up the journal, taking the look on the first page at th photo of the man that it belonged to, flipping through the pages and with a simple look at the drawing next to the text he rolled his eyes and closed it “Heros and shields with stars on them. These men of letters had more imagination than I thought.” and he put it back in pile with the rest of the books they’d read.
“Yeah, well to some people, monsters are just as much of fiction as those can be to us.” Sam mumbled, not looking up from his book.
“Yeah, wish these books really were just a nightmare right now and I’d wake up any minute.” Dean grumbled “I mean for all we know, it could not be our kind of thing in the first place.”
“Demons killing innocent people to get to a, I remind you Castiel’s words, unparalleled source of power. Yes, Dean of course it isn’t, how stupid of me to think something like that!” he gave his brother a bitch face that only earned another groan and soon a pout as Dean rested his chin on his hand. If there was one big thing he could gladly change about hunting was the researching part, especially when they had a whole bunker full of books to go through.
“Whatever, you know what I mean.” he muttered, both of them knowing he was just looking for an excuse out of all of it. And maybe he found it.
“Mornin’.” you mumbled with a small yawn, rubbing your eyes sleepily with an adorably beautiful smile – at least to him – as you walked in the map room.
“Morning, sweetheart.” he grinned, leaning back in his chair as he admired, for longer than appropriate, the way his slightly unbuttoned flannel fell over your shoulder “How did ya sleep?”
“Great” you breathed out with a cute smile, padding bare foot towards him “Think I might be actually addicted to you and your bed, D. I have never slept for this many hours before, or this good.” you gave him a shy smile but he only felt his cheeks hurt from how widely he was smiling.
“Can’t say it’s not nice to hear you say it, princess.” he winked.
“All good in Dean’s bed then?” Sam asked softly, grinning mostly because of the glare he got from the older Winchester.
Sure, it had been a relief to say at least to Sam how he felt for you when he’s been on the brink of losing you but now he really regretted it. Because, and he should have seen this coming, the younger Winchester did his best to push Dean into confessing the truth about his feeling for you to you. But that didn’t mean Dean was anywhere near ready, despite how easy Sam insisted it was. It wasn’t as if he forgot how to breathe whenever you looked at him with those big (y/e/c) eyes that made his heart skip a beat but… yeah he totally forgot how to breathe. He still remembered the first, and only, time he had tried to ask you out; because of how he had choked on thin air and rambled nonsense he still didn’t remember before practically running away from you. The only good thing coming out of that was your adorable giggle when you comforted him about it, although you didn’t understand it.
“No weird dreams or nightmares this time, it feels like it’s been forever.” you breathed out, bringing him back to reality “So hell yeah, it’s amazing. And all of that thanks to Dean.”
“’M glad to hear.” he breathed out, completely ignoring the raised eyebrow he got from his brother.
“Good to know, because you ain’t getting rid of me anytime soon. Especially with how much I love my new pillow.” you grinned, leaning down to kiss his cheek and he squeezed your hand that had sneaked on his chest.
“Your pillow is certainly not complaining.” he smirked, kissing your cheek almost in a reflex and without realizing it. It had become a habit anymore but as he let go of you and looked at his brother he realized it when he got that knowing smirk.
“But how could you possibly know that?” Jack’s voice was heard as he came back, a frown planted on his face and a tilt of his head there too “Pillows are… they do not speak, they’re objects, how could you know it is not complaining?”
“Yeah, how could she know that Dean?” Sam snickered as with a huff, Dean grabbed a light book at least and threw it at his brother, who effectively dodged it.
“You know what, Sam?” he glared at his brother, but your soft laugh managed to calm him down.
“I’m speaking metaphorically, Jack. Dean was my pillow last night, his chest to be more specific, that is all.” you explained to the young man.
“But… but why would you sleep together? I know so far that couples do that.” he blinked, approaching you to take his previous seat “Unless…” he trailed, eyes narrowing until he broke a grin when he looked at Sam “Did Dean finally admit how he feel-” he started but got cut off by Dean’s loud coughing, good timing with drinking his coffee, as Sam snickered and you raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
“No, uh Jack no-” Sam tried to clear his throat, glancing at his brother “Not… really.”
Your lips parted, ready to question him but decided against it and patted Dean on the back “You’ll live?” you asked softly and he gave you a forced smile.
“Oh yeah, I definitely will.” he cleared his throat, looking between his brother and the nephilim “Someone else might not, though. If he doesn’t keep his mouth shut.” he glared at them as Jack shifted nervously in his seat.
“Shut about what?” you asked with a small smirk and he blinked, looking up at you with a frown.
“Uh nothing to worry yourself about, sweetheart.” he said with the most casual smirk he could master and a wink just to distract you. And oh did it work.
You hummed, stealing his mug from his hand and taking a large sip “You’re so lucky I’m sleepy.”
You yawned, rubbing your eyes again before sitting on his lap. Dean didn’t blink, merely smiled to himself because of how much at home it felt for him to have you close to him and because this was a new habit for the two of you that others had not seen yet. He didn’t even miss a split second to open his arms and let you cuddle on his chest, helping you bring your legs up and rest your head on the crook of his neck and making sure to send a warning look to his brother before he had the chance to question it.
“Is that… something friends do too?” Jack leaned in closer to Sam to whisper but it wasn’t as low as he’d expect.
“Yes, yes they do.” Dean said in a rough voice, giving him a look that made him nod weakly and scoot back in his seat “Did you make that call?”
“I… yes, but he didn’t answer so I left a message.” he replied.
“Maybe we should try mom?” Sam suggested and Dean gave him a slow nod, although truth was that his mind was more focused on you sleepily drinking his coffee – he couldn’t bring himself to ask back for it – all cuddly and all around beautiful in his eyes with your messy hair and even more his flannel that he couldn’t bring himself to fix.
“What are ya guys up to?” you asked, a little more awake this time “And what are all these books for?”
“Uh yeah we didn’t inform you about it, but we got a lead on that case with the demons and we’re trying to find a connection now.” Sam said and you hummed, handing Dean his coffee back but he shook his head because – and as bad he needed it – he simply couldn’t take it when he saw how much you wanted it too.
“And who’s our lead?” you placed the mug on the table, a small giggle slipped past your lips when Dean held your sides for support, the moment you reached out for one of the books out of the pile. What none of you noticed was that it just happened to be the journal Jack was holding in his hands minutes ago.
“Ticklish much?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow and you hit his chest giving him a look.
“Don’t you even think about it.” you warned, although you knew very well he already had and would gladly use it to his advantage. And would you both love the hell out of it, even if you wouldn’t admit it.
“What.” Sam corrected, gaining your attention “Uh a stone, a gem of sorts. Orange, glowing, great power although we don’t know about what exactly. They used it to gather all those souls from heaven which Cas said went missing two days ago. My best guess is that it could be something similar to the Seal of Solomon that we have, but we’re jut looking.”
“Orange glowing stones huh? What’s next, men flying in suits of armor?” you scoffed, shaking your head with a smile as you skipped through the pages without reading a word, only paying attention to the drawings or designs here and there “So, what do we have so far? Anything on what it could be or at least where from?”
“Hard to tell.” Dean mumbled, practically forcing himself to focus on the book in his one hand and not the girl on his lap. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms completely around you and smother you with love… but that would probably earn a couple of looks from his brother for sure.
“Hm” you hummed, stopping for a moment when you took notice of a sketch. It probably shouldn’t have struck so much to you, because what was so special about a geometric cube in a journal of a scientist and all kinds of scientific data below? Yet there was something that made you stop. And despite the fact that it was only a couple lines, for a moment your eyes could see it in front of you, glowing an icy blue that made goosebumps form on your skin and for a moment you actually felt so cold as you traced your fingers over the lines of the cube floating in the air, not paying attention to the darkness enveloping everything else around you until-
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean said when you jumped at the loud sound the book he threw to the side made.
“’S ok.” you blinked, being brought back to reality and you rubbed your eyes tiredly “So-” you cleared your throat “Not even an idea, judging from what you’ve read, at least?”
“Well, we were really thinking-” Sam started mumbling, eyes focused on the book in his hands.
“Space!” Jack cut him off before he could complete his sentence and all three of you looked up from your books at him.
“Space?” you asked with a giggle and the young man nodded his head eagerly.
“Yes, space, like the Tesseract! Like he described it to be!” he pointed at the journal you were holding “The Men of letters were very smart men, and he was one of the brightest scientists of his era. If he said that it was from space, then he’s probably right!”
“Alright, first-” Dean spoke up “He implied, not said. And he said it about a glowing cube, not our magical stone. And second; Jack, the Men of letters are always a fucked up situation. Most of them were smart but also pretty off their rockers. We can’t trust a- a diary of- of a dude that liked to draw rainbows anywhere he liked to.”
“You know him?” Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean took a look at the inside of the cover of the journal and nodded his head.
“Spotted a couple of his books around here, don’t know where I threw them away. Look, point is he had clearly lost it after that trip to the other universe, if that ever happened, so we need to trust facts and not-”
“You’re a man of letters, though.” you pointed out with a smirk, getting up from his lap.
“I’m-” he narrowed his eyes at you as you laughed with a shrug “And you’re a woman of letters, ok?” he retorted and Sam only rolled his eyes at your childish behavior.
“Yeah, but all the women of letters I’ve read about were badass as hell!” you shrugged, handing Jack the journal as he eagerly started flipping through the pages.
“Like Peggy Carter!” he said with a boyish grin and you nodded your head with a proud smile, hands on your hips.
“Exactly, like Peggy- Wait, who’s Peggy? I haven’t read about her.” you frowned.
“Oh she was in this other universe I was talking about. He met her there, she wasn’t really a woman of letters because I don’t think there was such an organization, but he refered to her as that many times. He gave her that title because of how brave she had been!” he said, looking between you and the journal in his hands and constantly flipping pages looking for something you didn’t know “And of course, for the way she too fought alongside Captain America.”
“…Who?” this time the words came breathlessly from your lips as you felt all air get knocked out of your lungs. Your heart made a painful leap to your throat and your heart twisted nervously. Your blood almost ran cold yet there was a familiar kind of warmth spreading through your chest, one you felt only with Dean, that confused you and made you more dizzy than you had been all these days whatsoever. But, even despite the shivers that ran down your spine, you felt more scared because you didn’t know why you felt all of these oddly familiar emotions at the mere mention of-
“Steve Rogers.” Dean spoke, making your eyes snap to him “Yeah, yeah we get it. But kid, we have no proof that he was real and even if he was, what kind of connection would a dead guy have to our story? Because he’d have to be a good over 90 now.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, Dean’s probably right.” Sam shrugged “The glowing, “Infinite” power thing could be a connection but we’re looking at things belonging in totally different universes here. And it’s all far too big even for us, or those demons. Why not stay more focused, yeah?”
“Exactly. Plus, the colors don’t match to begin with.” Dean said with a smirk.
“I’m-” your breathing had become shallow and heavy, as if your lungs actually struggled to breathe “I’ll…” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat “I better go change, in case we need to jump into action very soon.” you forced a smile that was barely visible before with shaky legs you left the boys frowning in worry as they watched you leave in a hurry for a couple seconds.
“Did she really… not have any nightmares this time?” Sam asked softly and Dean pursed his lips, sighing heavily.
“No, Sammy. No she didn’t. And I barely slept myself to make sure she didn’t. She hasn’t had any dreams for a couple days… at least that’s what she’s told me.”
“And… are you sure she has been honest?” Jack asked with a frown and Dean clenched his jaw, looking down at his hands.
“There was a time I would never doubt her honesty but now… I think there is something about these dreams that she doesn’t want to talk about. And I’m scared she doesn’t know why even herself.” he shook his head, pushing his chair back “I’ll be right back.”
He got a nod from his brother who, much like Jack looked down at his books in quiecy until… a grin spread on Jack’s lips when he finally found what he was looking for and breathed out “They do match.”
~*~
A soft knock on the door made you jump in your place, blink rapidly as if you were brought back from a hazy dream and look up from the small paper in your hands. Your heart leapt to your throat and you rushed to fold it and put it along with the rest of them inside your journal before hiding it underneath your clothes in a drawer. Before you even had the chance to speak up the door was slightly pushed open.
“Hey, it’s me.” Dean’s soft smile was the first thing you noticed but you only gave him a nervous one in response.
“H-hey” you breathed out, you tried to give him a smirk to not let him notice how nervous you were “I didn’t say you could come in though, did I? I could be naked for all you know.” you placed your hands on your hips, feeling successful when a chuckle left his lips.
“Yeah but you’re not. Shame, if you ask me, ‘cause I was kinda hopin’ I would be lucky today.” he winked at you, striding casually towards you and a soft laugh escaped your lips.
“Right, because the last time you nearly walked in on me wasn’t enough of a sneak peek for you, huh Winchester?” you raised an eyebrow.
“But I saw nothing! You threw a freaking book at me that was over a thousand pages big, and I had to dodge it in order toprotect my life!” he exclaimed and you laughed at the fond memory.
“And that is a reminder as to why you should never startle me, D!” you actually felt the weight that had been resting on your chest, lift and you to feel more at ease.
“Damn” he breathed out, biting his lower lip to keep himself from smiling but he just ended up giving you a boyish grin that made him look so much younger “I love it when you call me that.”
“Really?” you whispered, ignoring how your cheeks were burning “You never told me that.” your heart skipped a beat when he shrugged with a nervous chuckle.
“Didn’t get the chance to, before.” he started “Especially when you’re threatening my life with the stuff you read. But, speaking about chances-” he cleared his throat, getting a little more serious “We didn’t get the opportunity to talk about your dreams lately, especially last night.”
“There’s not really something to talk about there, Dean.” you shook your head, but avoided eye-contact.
“Are you sure about that? 'Cause, princess, I ain’t that convinced with the way you acted five minutes ago, you know.”
“That was just a blink, Dean. Nothing you should-” you turned around, ready to walk away from him but he took hold of your arm to stop you before you could avoid him. And turning your head to face him you felt yourself going weak.
“It just did something.” you confessed in a low voice, eyes casting down “The things Jack said, somehow, for some reason and in some way they- they did something to me that I can’t explain. I’ve been feeling things I couldn’t explain a-and it scares me because I just don’t know where they’re all coming from.”
“Feelings?” he moved to stand in front of you, eyes intense “But no more recent dreams?”
“I… No. No there haven’t been any, not that if I’d had any they would make any sense. Things have been getting very confusing lately.” you huffed, sitting down on your bed and he didn’t miss a beat to do the same while keeping a close proximity “Sometimes there are headaches when I wake up, strong ones.”
“You didn’t have headaches when they first started.” he noted with a deep frown and you nodded your head slowly.
“No, no I didn’t. I’ve had them ever since I could remember myself and- and I’ve always tried to justify them.” you shrugged softly “My dreams have never happened often, and they were confusing as most dreams are. I shouldn’t have a reason to worry, especially in this life. We deal with all tons of crap, it should make sense…”
“But they don’t. Not anymore huh?” he clenched his jaw, frowning in worry.
“Dean, last week I… I could remember some things the times I had a headache. Much more than usual.” you breathed out the small confession “Again, not that they made sense but I remember and… feel. It seems like a blur when I think aboutit sometimes, there was a fight. A big one but- but I couldn’t understand where. There was green, lots of it, somewhere a forest too that it looked like Earth but the weapons they used… it just doesn’t click. It felt like it was something out of science fiction and the enemy… or at least it seemed like it was the enemy, remember- remember that movie we saw two days ago? Aliens? Yeah, well, even worse. I- I can’t explain it but I get cold spots whenever I think about it and I just can’t-” you choked on a sob, your eyes fluttering shut as Dean’s arms instantly found you.
“Hey” his voice was rough yet very gentle as he let you rest your head on his shoulder “Don’t stress yourself out, okay? If-if it makes you feel uncomfortable or scared then that’s alright, it happens to everyone when they have nightmares, but even if it’s not like that then… know everything will be alright, know that I’m here for you anytime it happens again.”
“It just makes me feel so empty… so scared, in a way as if there’s something missing.” you whimpered softly, your breathing uneven “I don’t know what’s going on but I know they are not just dreams, D.”
“Then we’ll figure it out, sweetheart. Together.” he kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand as he played with your fingers to calm you down, nearly lacing them with his.
“Together.” you whispered, without letting the truth slip from your lips once more.
Without saying who was fighting against the monsters of your dreams and who you were fighting alongside.
~*~
“Are you sure this is the right place, guys?” you asked softly, exiting the car and looking around nervously.
“That’s what mom’s text says.” Sam mumbled, looking around with a frown himself.
“And I ask again, are we sure this is our kind of thing?” Dean asked, gaining an eye-roll from his brother “Come on, man, since when do demons hang out in empty train stations?” he threw his arms in he air before getting his gun out.
“I don’t know but we’re about to figure it out.” Sam muttered.
“Even if there are no people around, this is a public place. Doesn’t seem like somewhere you’d find a bunch of demons playing around with a glowing stone and quite honestly I…” you trailed off, getting a concerned look from Dean that made you confess “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” you ended up whispering, wrapping your hands tightly around your gun.
“Stay close and stay behind.” Dean motioned, giving you a firm yet comforting look and you nodded weakly, standing next to Jack. You weren’t really in good shape these days, anyway.
“It’s going to be alright, don’t worry. I feel like everything will work out the way it should.” the younger man said with a hopeful smile “Captain America was one time on top of a train that was going miles per hour and on top of that, it was somewhere in the mountains, it was snowing so heavily and that alone could make things much harder. He was with his best friend, Bucky they called him, and they were after-”
“Hey you-” Dean turned around, pointing the flashlight you didn’t even realize he was holding straight in your faces “Fanboying time’s over. We’ve got work to do, focus. You can talk about Captain douchebag later, got it?”
“Oh right. Sorry.” Jack nodded his head softly.
“You know…” you started in a small whisper, glancing occasionally at Dean to make sure you didn’t have his attention again “When we’re over with this, maybe you could get to tell me more about… Captain America… everything you know about Steve Rogers.” the name felt strange coming from your lips, but not because it was the first time. It felt sweet and with a hint of pain, that came out without you even realizing it, without you even being able to control it. And it felt so strange because of the uneasiness you felt at how… familiar it felt, at how comforting it was and how it warmed your heart to say it. And that scared you even more. How could a stranger, a man from another universe and even more one you didn’t even know if he existed or not, make you feel this way? It spiked your curiosity, it made you nervous, but above all it made you want to know more. Not about your feelings. But about him.
“Sure, I could-” Jack started but he got cut off by a loud crushing sound followed by grunting, but they got on their feet as the demons appeared.
“Well, if it isn’t the Winchesters sticking their nose in our business. Color me fucking impressed.” one of them said with a roll of his eyes “What is it boys? You getting more involved with things from other realities lately, or something? Are you planning for Apocalypse take 3 this time? Sorry, someone already beat you at it.”
“Nah we’re just taking pleasure in kicking your asses and ruining your plans is all.” you said with an annoyed smirk, gaining his attention and making a bigger grin form on his lips.
“Ah yes, (Y/n). Of course you’d be here too, always finding your way back to it, don’t you? It’s truly amazing, such connection cannot be described by words it’s simply… beautiful!” he grinned but you could only frown at the scary feeling that rose up your chest.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean growled, taking a protective step to stand in front of you.
“Oh you’d like to know, wouldn’t you? Would you be able to take the whole truth is the important question here, though, Dean. You’re so used to fighting monsters like us you don’t see… how much worse there is out there, far away yet so close. You’ll get your answer soon, not in the good way and not from me of course.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” Dean said with a smirk of his own, glancing at Jack and gave him a nod before the nephilimtook a step forward, his eyes glowing the familiar, and lately very comforting for you, yellow.It all was familiar. It all was almost a routine anymore.
It all seemed simple… Yet it wasn’t. You thought this would end like any other case and you’d end up killing the monster with Jack’s help, easy and fast. But this was nothing like any other case.
A gasp left your lips when you saw a sharp object, silver and weird-looking, appear right through his chest. And even if you knew it couldn’t hurt him you got scared when a small groan left his lips and he stumbled, his knees going weak; maybe affecting him more than he realized. He looked down in confusion, frowning as he got lifted off his feet slightly by the person holding the weapon.
“Jack!” you screamed as the young man got thrown to the side.
“What the… hell?” Dean breathed out with wide eyes as all three of you were frozen in your place. As much as you wanted to rush to Jack’s side you were stuck in your place in fear at what stood before you. A monster you had never seen before in all your time of hunting and research. It looked almost out of this world, towering above the three of you. Its features were something you could barely find the words to describe, but one thing was for sure: the way it looked at you, the way it snarled and growled at you made fear set deep inside within you… for more reasons than you could explain. It took a swing at you, making you all jump to dodge it. It walked towards you and despite you crawling back, you couldn’t get far away. When it lifted its weapon to stab you, your eyes widened and you braced yourself for the inevitable but it never came because Jack used his powers to throw him away from you, Dean and Sam quickly getting on their feet to fight that thing back as long as they had the advantage.
“Stay close to Jack!” you heard Dean yell as they passed by you; and despite everything feeling like it happened in a blur, you did as told but not for your own safety. Jack’s breathing had become heavier and you feared that it might have had a bigger impact on him than you initially expected. So as much as you wanted to be able to help Sam and Dean, you couldn’t… and not just because you were trying to help Jack.
“Now this time, I will be sure to not make the same mistakes.” was what sounded like a female voice but what came to stand before you was by no means human. You looked up at her with wide eyes, her as well brining no similarity to the monsters you’d faced and as much of an alien but with some human features two. She was different, with two horns standing out, and red eyes that made you hold your breath. You gripped an angel blade tighter in your hands and braced yourself with each step she took closer to you until… she didn’t anymore.
She paused, looking away from you with a frown setting on her features. You looked behind you, Jack doing the same, only seeing the blur of the train passing by and feeling the slight breeze until it left and… a shadow stood in the background, a shadow that wasn’t there before. She clenched her jaw, throwing her spear at her enemy who effectively caught it before it could get at them. You frowned for a second until the person decided to step out of the shadows and you felt your heart jump to your throat.
Broad shoulders, chest and big, firm arms. Tall figure, covered in what looked like a very worn out suit. Long hair, not very much so, longer than Dean’s but definitely shorter than Sam’s, a dirty blonde color and pushed back to leave his beautiful features at display, or at least most of them. Deep frown on his face and baby blue eyes that you were sure could make any woman’s heart skip a beat. A beard that covered most of his face, simply looking perfect on him, and full lips pursed as he glared in a deadly way at the female that had just threatened you. You squinted, trying to see more of him because the distance and dim lighting wasn’t helping; confusing even yourself when you couldn’t find some sort of excuse for this newfound curiosity and attraction especially in such a situation.
Before you could even realize it a fight went down, everything getting worse without you being able to do a thing… mostly because you weren’t needed to. It only felt like you saw a flash of blonde when you heard’s Dean groan loudly, soon followed by something that you could swear was a someone, flying surprisingly so. It was only when you heard his voice that you realized he was human “How many times do we have to kill these guys?!” before he kicked her away from you, sending her crashing into a shop’s window nearby, and following afterwards.
“Just make sure this is the last one!” then you heard his voice and if you weren’t feeling weird enough already, the emotions that rose up in your chest made you so much more confused. So despite everything around you looking like a warzone, despite all the fighting and things being broken your eyes were glued on the man that had taken your breath away. You tried to see as much of him as possible, including his skills.
It was only until the woman of the team got kicked hard and thrown across the room, laying only a few feet away from you that you tore your eyes away from the man and looked at her; taking your flannel to press it on Jack’s chest and whispering hastily to him “Keep the pressure on, I’ll be right back, ok?”
“Hey, hey easy. That angle on your leg doesn’t seem normal.” you could swear you said in a soft and as gentle as possible voice but she jumped in her place as if electricity had shot through her. She turned around faster than you could even comprehend and crawled backwards in utter cold shock. Her eyes widened and you could swear you saw them get glossy, but you didn’t have the time to question her when-
“Natasha watch out!” you heard a voice yell and you saw the female alien hovering over you for a second, raising her spear and making your heart stop, before an angel blade pierced through her head, making her freeze and inevitably fall down dead just like her friend who was laying dead a few feet away.
“Well, that’s just gross.” you breathed out with a small laugh of relief when you watched the blue blood drip from her head. But when you looked at the blonde woman, you were only met with red-rimmed eyes and a pale face as if she’d just seen a ghost, in a way that made you worry “H-Hey are you ok? I’m- I’m not with them, I promise, I just wanna help.” your eyes bore into hers but she just seemed frozen in place.
But she didn’t have the chance to speak up because the man who was flying before, landed next to her “Nat, what the hell happened?” he helped her up on her feet and she put most of her weight on him “How did you-” but he too stopped mid-sentence when he followed her line of sight and spotted you and you noticed a gasp left his lips before he whispered in denial a weak “No”
“Is everything alright?” you whispered with a frown, their behavior but above all your headache getting stronger in your head putting you more on edge.
“You are-”
“(Y/n)?” Dean’s frantic voice cut him off and the next thing you saw was his eyes directly in front of you, inspecting you for injuries, as his hands cradled your face in them. Sam rushed to Jack’s aid but the third man – the one that still remained a mystery to you – walked more slowly towards the rest of you.
“Should we do something?” Sam asked in a hoarse voice and Natasha glanced at you, even with a blurry vision, and shook her head.
“We don’t have time for that… He will have to face her. He will see her.”
“Nat, he- he can’t see her. He can’t- It’s gonna break him. It will crush him, worse than-” but he stopped himself, shaking his head as he looked back at you with Dean.
“I’m ok, I’m ok. Don’t worry.” you said softly, but the frown on your face did say otherwise. You could barely make out his features because of how blurry your vision was getting “Just my head… it’s hurting a little bit, that’s all.” you mumbled.
With a short nod he kissed your forehead and whispered “It’s alright, it’s alright now. You can rest.”
“You guys did great with them, it was- it was really astounding.” Sam breathed out, helping Jack back on his feet as they both came to stand next to you and Dean.
“We may have ganged countless monsters over the years but this was a whole new kind of crazy.” Dean looked at the aliens for a second, trying to swallow the lump in his throat over.
“Ye-yeah, no problem with that.” the man with the wings said in a somewhat hoarse voice,unable to take his eyes from you for a moment just like the woman next to him “I’m Sam, by the way, Sam Wilson and this is Natasha.”
“Natasha Romanoff.” she said, a soft subtle accent there too, her eyes watching you curiously – probably for some reaction – but as much as it intrigued you, you had someone else in mind.
“And… your friend there?” you asked softly, hesitation and curiosity slipping in your voice, as you watched merely a shadow of the other man as he inspected the aliens they had just fought before he decided to approach you all again.
“Oh that’s-” Sam started, clearing his throat “That’s actually…”
“Captain America.” it was Jack’s voice that completed Sam’s sentence, so much awe and admiration in both his voice and face as a wide grin slowly formed on his lips. Sam and Dean looked at him in confusion, giving him weird looks, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from said man who slowly stepped into the light, the close proximity this time allowing you to take in more of his features. Features that made your heart start beating faster inside your chest, in a way only Dean could make you feel, but you couldn’t describe exactly why. The man’s steps slowed down when he locked eyes with you and his frown was slowly replaced by a look of pure shock, eyebrows raising and lips falling apart. You couldn’t understand why but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him, watching as his eyes moved back and forth, trying to take in as much of you as possible.
“What are you talking about, Jack?” Dean asked the nephilim with a funny look.
“Look!” he pointed at the man “He even has the star, I mean… it’s ripped out but the star should be there!” he said all excited, and even if you didn’t look away you heard closely “It’s him, Captain America! Steve Rogers.”
The name actual ringed in your ears, like an echo, making the headache even worse. Your head was spinning, your vision was getting blurry but you still found yourself able to focus on him and take a step closer to him and away from Dean. You didn’t even know how your legs could still support you, but you sure heard him.
“(Y/n)?” he asked in a gruff voice and you felt shivers run down your spine and spread throughout your entire body, like small shots of electricity, before you spoke in a weak voice.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”