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(Y/N) Davidson wasn’t supposed to meet Dean Winchester. It happened when he was hunting a little under two years ago in her hometown. She ended up being an asset after inserting herself into the situation, being able to sense presences and auras of people and creatures. Once the spirit was dealt with (Y/N) stowed away in the back of Dean’s car and he didn’t realize she was there until she asked what he was having for lunch when he pulled up to a diner. She nearly got a punch to the face for that one. After a long argument Dean, begrudgingly, gave in...after (Y/N) stole his keys and only promised to give them back if he kept her around. While John wasn’t too thrilled about it ar first, he let her stick around. Since then Dean trained her how to deal with all the things they hunted and brought her along with him, with her as a stowaway at first. After she saved his life a couple times Dean finally agreed to keep her with him at all times.
She felt the energies enter her field before she heard the voices of the two bickering brothers.
“Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors,” Sam said as he followed Dean into the parking lot.
“Pretty kickass warriors if you ask me.” (Y/N) said, spinning a knife gently in her hands as she leaned against the Impala, the few rings she had glinting in the dim light. She glanced up, her intense eyes meeting Sam Winchester’s.
“Who’s this?” he asked Dean, nodding his head in her direction.
“(Y/N) Davidson, and before you ask, yes. Like the motorcycle.” she said casually, “I’m assuming big brother Dean caught you up on John being gone after your little tussle.”
“Are you a hunter?”
“Sort of. I talked your brother into letting me stick around and train me.”
“I don’t think holding my car hostage counts as talking into,” Dean grumbled and a smile danced across (Y/N)’s lips.
“You held the Impala hostage?” Sam asked
“Another story, another day. Anyways, about John being missing.” (Y/N) pressed and Dean nodded.
“Sammy Dad’s in trouble, if not dead. I can feel it.”
There was a beat of silence before Dean continued,
“And we can’t do this alone.”
“Yes, you can.”
“He means he doesn’t want to do it without you.” (Y/N) translated, rolling her eyes at Dean’s aloofness. There was another moment of silence as Sam sighed.
“What was he hunting?” Sam finally asked and Dean popped open the trunk and spare tire compartment, propped it open, and began grumbling about where he put papers.
“So when Dad left, why didn’t you two go with him?” Sam asked
“We had our own gig,” Dean said, still rummaging through the compartment.
“Down in New Orleans, some voodoo shit.” (Y/N) added
“Dad let him take you on a hunting trip without him?” Sam asked, surprise clear on his face.
“Dude.” Dean said, looking up, “I’m twenty-six and she’s twenty-five.”
(Y/N) smiled a bit, reaching into the trunk and pulling out a folder. She yanked some papers out and glanced them over before tossing them over to Sam.
“John was checking out some two-lane backup little outside Jericho, California.” she explained, “Almost a month ago that guy, Andrew, went missing. Found his car, but they couldn’t find him.”
“Maybe he was kidnapped.” Sam offered
“Yeah. Well,” Dean said, slipping the folder away from (Y/N) and tossing another paper to Sam, “here’s another one in April. And December.”
Dean began to toss papers to Sam as (Y/N) read off dates,
“Oh-four, oh-three, ninety-eight, ninety-two. Ten guys, past twenty years. All male, all same five-mile stretch of backroad.”
Dean grabbed a bag from the trunk, digging through it.
“It started happening more and Dad went to go dig around. That was three weeks ago. I haven’t heard from him since, and that’s bad enough.” Dean said as he pulled out a handheld tape recorder. He pressed play and a staticky sound came out,
“Dean, (Y/N)...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what’s going on. It may...Be careful you two. We’re all in danger.”
“You know there’s EVP on that?” Sam asked without hesitation.
“Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn’t it?” Dean teased and Sam shook his head.
“Anyways, we slowed the message down, ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what we got.” (Y/N) said, nodding to Dean who hit play again. A woman’s voice broke through in a faint whisper,
“I can never go home...”
Dean stopped it as Sam repeated the end,
“Never go home.”
Dean dropped the recorder in the back as (Y/N) put down the shotgun holding the compartment open. She stood up and Dean shut the trunk.
“Almost two years, never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing.” Dean said, leaning against the trunk. (Y/N) lightly smacked the older brother’s arm, hissing his name in mild annoyance. Sam let out an exasperated sigh, looking at the duo of hunters.
“Alright.” he said, “I’ll go. I’ll help you find him.”
“Thanks, Sam.” (Y/N) said with a grin as Dean nodded.
“But I need to be back first thing Monday.” Sam said, turning back towards his apartment building, “Wait here.”
“What’s first thing on Monday?” Dean asked, making Sam stop in his tracks and turn around.
“I have...an interview.”
“What, a job interview? Skip it.”
“Dean!” (Y/N) hissed again, crossing her arms.
“It’s a law school interview.” Sam said, “It’s my whole future on a plate.”
“See.” (Y/N) said and Dean rolled his eyes, not sparing his partner a glance.
“We got a deal, or not?” Sam asked
“Yeah, go pack, Sam. Dean and I will wait here.” (Y/N) promised before grabbing Dean’s ear and dragging him to the driver’s side door.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” he complained, prying her nimble fingers off. Sam smiled a bit before turning away and heading back to his apartment to pack.
(Y/N) slid into the passenger’s seat, Dean glaring over at her as he started the car. (Y/N) barely cast him a glance. A smile ghosting her lips at her friend’s face.
“Does somebody want their baby brother riding shotgun instead of their lovely hunting companion?” she teased
“Did you really have to do that in front of Sam?”
“That’s what you get for telling him to skip an interview. Sorry for embarrassing you in front of him if that’s what you’re upset over.”
“I was not embarrassed.”
“Sure, Winchester.” she said with an eye-roll, “Whatever you say.”
“Quiet, Davidson,” Dean grumbled, turning his attention to the stairs to wait for his brother to reappear. (Y/N) chuckled a bit, shaking her head as she began to fidget with one of the many necklaces hanging from her neck.
(Y/N) leaned across the back of the Impala, putting the nozzle back in the pump as Dean walked back out from the gas station with candy bars, chips, and pop.
“Sam, you want breakfast?” he called over to his brother
“No thanks,” he said, rooting through Dean’s cassette collection in the passenger’s seat.
“You hungry?” he asked, turning to (Y/N) who smiled and snagged a bag of chips.
“Starving,” she said, grabbing her worn, discarded leather jacket off the trunk as she headed to the backseat.
“Come on, those are my favorite.”
“I know dear, that’s why I took them.” she said, collapsing in the back as she tore the bag open, “I’ll let you have a couple though.”
“How did you pay for that stuff?” he asked, “You and Dad still running credit card scams?”
“Sam, be nice. Hunting isn’t a pro-ball career.” (Y/N) playfully chastised.
“And all we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us their cards.”
“Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?” Sam asked, pulling his door shut.
“Uhhhh, Bert Aframian,” Dean said as he got in the car.
“His son Hector and niece Maggie.” (Y/N) added, holding a chip up to Dean who snatched away and popped it in his mouth.
“Sounds about right.” Sam said nodding as he tossed some cassette tapes back in the box, “I swear man, you gotta update your cassette collection.”
“Why?” Dean and (Y/N) asked in sync, looking wide-eyed at the youngest Winchester.
“Well for one,” Sam said, “They’re cassette tapes. Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock”
He asked, holding a cassette up for each band he named off.
“House rules Sammy.” Dean said as he grabbed a cassette and popped it in, “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
Dean started the car as he dropped the box back in with the rest. AC/DC’s “Back in Black” started up as Sam spoke up.
“Sammy’s a chubby twelve-year-old. It’s Sam now.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you. Music’s too loud.” Dean said, circling his finger by his ear. (Y/N) scoffed from the back as Dean pulled out.
“You Winchester brothers,” she chuckled teasingly “you two are quite the headache.”
“Don’t you know it, Davey.” Dean laughed
“So how’d you two meet up?” Sam asked
“He was on a solo gig, I saw and sensed the spirit he was dealing with, helped him fight it off.”
“Then she stowed away in the backseat and held my car hostage.”
“Stumbling upon your keys in your jacket pocket is very different from holding you precious baby hostage.” (Y/N) said, making a face at Dean.
“Well, I can see why he kept you around.” Sam said, “You sound like just as much trouble as he is.”
(Y/N)’s laugh filled the car as she grabbed her phone from her jacket pocket.
“Sammy, can you turn the music down and help me make some calls about John? Make sure he hasn’t kicked the bucket on us yet.”
“No one matching John at the hospital, you got anything, Sammy?” (Y/N) asked as she hung up.
“Nope, nothing at the morgue either. So that’s something, I guess.”
(Y/N) sat up a bit in the back, sensing energies enter her field before seeing some cars gathered around a bridge a little ways ahead.
“Check it out,” she said pointing in the direction of the cars. Dean pulled over, popping open the glove box and tossing one a fake ID back to (Y/N). He flashed a smile at his brother as he and (Y/N) scrambled out.
“Let’s go,” he said
The trio approached the bridge, Dean and (Y/N) ready to reach for their IDs.
“No sign of struggle, no footprints, fingerprints. Spotless. Almost too clean.” a man said from the other side of the car.
“So, this kid. Troy. He’s dating your daughter isn’t he?” a darker-skinned, in sight officer asked
“Yeah.”
“How’s Amy doing?”
“She’s putting up missing posters downtown.”
“You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn’t you?” Dean asked. The officers looked up when Dean spoke and the darker-skinned one straightened up to speak to them.
“Who are you?” he asked and (Y/N) stepped in, flashing her badge.
“Federal marshals.”
“You three a little young for marshals, aren’t you?”
“Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.” Dean laughed as he and (Y/N) went over to the car, peering around.
“You had another like this one though, right?” (Y/N) asked
“Yeah, that’s right. About a mile up the road.” the darker-skinned one said
“The victim, you knew him?” Sam began to question
“Yeah, town like this everybody knows everybody.” the officer said as the other two hunters circled the car.
“Besides all the victims identifying as men, is there any other connection?” (Y/N) as she and Dean stopped on the other side of the car.
“No. Not so far as we can tell.”
“So what’s the theory?” Sam asked, moving over to Dean and (Y/N)
“Honestly, we don’t know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?”
“Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys,” Dean said with a smile. (Y/N) kept a straight face as she ground the heel of her combat boot into Dean’s foot as Sam stomped on the other once. Dean’s smile dropped and the officers gave the trio a weird look.
“Thank you for your time,” Sam said as the trio started back towards the Impala.
“Gentlemen.” (Y/N) said with a curt nod. A short distance away Dean smacked the other two in the arm.
“Ow! What was that for?” Sam asked as (Y/N) just grinned.
“Why’d you two have to step on my feet?”
“I’ve told you not to talk to police like that.” (Y/N) said simply. Dean stepped in front of the two, turning to face them.
“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on. We’re all alone in this. I mean if we want to find Dad we’ve got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.” he said as three new energies entered (Y/N)’s field.
“Dean.” (Y/N) whispered, looking over Dean’s shoulder. He turned around, facing two older men, one rounder and shorter than the other, and a taller man several years younger than his two companions. (Y/N) recognized one as the sheriff and the other two were FBI agents.
“Can I help you three?” the sheriff asked
“No, sir. We were just leaving actually.” (Y/N) said with a gentle smile as she grabbed the backs of the boy’s jackets and guided them back to the car. As they walked past the FBI agents Dean nodded at them.
“Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.”
(Y/N) suppressed a sigh as the trio moved past the sheriff, who turned to watch them go. They piled into the Impala, (Y/N) sliding behind the wheel as Dean begrudgingly took shotgun.
“Who wants to go talk to Amy?” she asked
