Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 7

Slash Fiction: Part One

You walk into your dad's cabin with a big smile on your face, and Joanna in your arms. Dean is in the kitchen making some food to eat, and when he sees you two, a smile breaks out on his face.

"How was she?"

"She was absolutely perfect! The doctor called her a little angel. She didn't cry once–my big girl," you praise her. "You'd think getting your shots would be painful, but not a single tear shed."

"Way to go Joanna!" Dean grins and lightly high fives her tiny fist.

"I can't believe she is already two months old. She is growing up so fast," you fake sob, and that makes Joanna laugh. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Dean shrugs.

"Dean, come on. Are we really going down this road again?"

"What road? There's no road."

"Yes, there is a road. It's the road of discontentment and denial."

Dean doesn't say anything and goes back to finishing his sandwich. You roll your eyes and set Joanna in her carrier so you can bring her downstairs where Sam and your dad are.

"There's no road," Dean clears his throat.

He grabs his sandwich and heads to the basement door, taking a big bite.

"My ass," you mumble and follow him with Joanna at your side.

The Leviathan the witch managed to put down is currently chained in the basement, and your dad is doing everything he can to see what makes these creatures tick. The spell that the itch put on him isn't going to last for much longer, so if he is going to learn something, he better do it quickly. If he doesn't, then the Leviathan is going to eat everyone here. You're the last one in the basement, and Chet, the ugly creature, just smirks when he sees your daughter.

"Cute kid. Bet she tastes delicious."

"You fucker," you growl.

You're about to set her down and deal with him when Sam stops you from going to him.

"We need him alive."

"She can't kill me," Chet scoffs.

"What the hell are you doing here? Please tell me you figured out something," you exclaim. Chet is staring at you with a smirk on his face, so he isn't paying attention when your dad shakes his head silently. You look from him to Chet, and your eyes narrow into slits. "I'll kill you."

"Good luck with that."

"Okay, Chet. Let's see how you like a little fruit of the poison tree," your dad says, filling up a syringe of God knows what.

"Isn't that just a legal expression?"

"You're going to wish it was."

Your dad jams the syringe in Chet's thigh, but it does nothing to the Purgatory creature. Instead of wincing or crying out in pain, he just smacks his lips together.

"Okay. Similar finish to holy water, not as bitter as rock salt."

"Guys, that spell the witch put on him is only going to last a few days. If he gets his strength back, we're all dead," you state. "We're going to have to drop a car on him just to stop him."

"Actually... Edgar walked away from that car. He's fine. Well, he is a little pissed at you, but–" he stops when he sees how shocked you all are. "Oh. You didn't know?"

"Why don't you shut your fucking mouth?" Dean growls.

"Bobby... you've been using all this stuff and he still won't talk?" Sam asks, motioning to all the toys he's got down here.