You look around the area and see Samuel in the next room. When he makes eye contact with you, you just get so angry. Much like when you first got your magic when returning to your world after you left the alternate universe, your magic surges through your body angrily. It looks like little bolts of lightning as it stems from your core to the rest of your body.
Your eyes, including the whites, are glowing with bright blue magic. You are going to kill him for what he did, and no one is going to stop you. Sam and Dean lunge for you, but you're already heading straight for him. You slam the door open and march right over to Samuel. His eyes widen as you use your magic to blast him hard enough to make it hurt.
"You son of a bitch!" you yell and use your magic to throw him through the air into the nearest wall.
There is nowhere you won't go without some kind of physical weapon on you, so you unsheathe your knife from your holster and thrust it against his throat. You only see red when it comes to him, and you're going to kill him right now. You press the knife into his neck, slicing just a small portion of his skin when you feel arms pulling you away.
"No! Let me go! He deserves to die!" you yell as your magic lifts off him.
Samuel coughs and presses his hand to his wound, but he's lucky you didn't do more damage than that. You put away your knife, but the glare doesn't leave your face.
"Y/N, just a second," Sam says as he passes you off to Dean.
"I said I'd kill him!" you yell.
"I take it you know each other," Rufus clears his throat.
"He's our grandfather," Dean glares.
"He's a son of a bitch!" you spat.
"Why are you here?" your dad asks.
"We're working, you?"
"None of your damn business!" you yell.
"Boys, take her for a walk," your dad orders.
"You gotta be kidding me!"
"Look, Y/N, it's fine," Sam sighs and practically forces you out of the room.
"How? How is any of this fine?! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Look, maybe he knows something," Sam sighs.
"You don't remember what he did. We do!" Dean has your back.
"I know. I'm not saying don't. I'm saying not yet."
"No! He doesn't get to live, Sam! He put both me and my baby in danger when he gave me up for ghouls to eat!" you yell and look through the window where the rest of the hunters are. You make eye contact with Samuel, and your eyes flash blue. "I'm going to fucking kill you, you dick!"
"Go on a walk, Y/N. Take her with you," Sam says to his brother.
"Come on, Y/N," Dean says and grabs your arm.
"Don't fucking touch me," you growl and yank your arm away from him. "I thought you were my friend, Sam."
You don't give him time to give you a response because you already left into a nearby room. You're boiling with rage that all of your emotions are in hyperdrive. You're so overwhelmed and angry that the sharp pain in your stomach comes back. You cry out in pain and sway where you stand. Dean comes over and makes you sit down, but the pain doesn't go away. It's right where your baby is, and you don't know what this means. Are you overworking yourself without even knowing it?
"Are you okay?" Dean asks.
"No, I'm not okay, Dean," you cry softly. "I want him dead for what he did to me."
"Trust me, I have your back 100%, but maybe Sam is right. He might know something. I hate this almost as much as you do, but he will get what's coming to him."
"I'm going to kill him," you promise.
"I know it kills you, and it kills me too, but we have to be civil."
Another sharp pain stings your side, and you cry out. Dean kneels down and he places his hand on your stomach above the pain and presses lightly, and you jump in shock and move slightly away from him.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't think so. I think something is wrong, Dean," you whimper.
"I think you need to take a step back from all this," he sighs.
You're interrupted by the door opening and someone walking out to check on you. Gwen is hesitant to join you and Dean, but she's not the one you want to kill... unless she had something to do with what Samuel did.
"What do you want?" you glare at her.
"Dean... Y/N... Is it true?"
"Is it true that he tried to kill me AND my baby? Yeah, and he didn't even blink. That's the guy you're rolling with," you glare.
"He didn't tell me anything about that. I didn't know," she sighs.
"I know," Dean says and gets up. He pauses, and you look at him to see something processing in his head. "Honestly, there's something I need to tell you."
"What?" she asks.
Everything happens so quickly, you can't process it fast enough to do something about it. Dean pulls out his gun and aims it at Gwen before shooting her in the chest—right in the heart.
"Dean!" you gasp and stand up.
Tears are streaming down your eyes as he turns to you. He has an off look in his eyes, and you can tell that this isn't Dean. He looks at your stomach before running off down the hall and into a different part of the Cannery. What the hell got into him? Everyone else runs into the room when they hear the gunshot, but Gwen is long dead by the time they process everything.
"What the hell happened?" Sam demands an answer.
"I-I don't know. Dean just shot h-her," you stutter emotionally.
Sam leaves the group to go find Dean while your dad and Rufus try to tend to Gwen. She is long dead, but you don't take that away from them right now.
"See if you can plug that hole up, Bobby," Rufus orders.
He gets on his knees and tries to do CPR, but she doesn't breathe at all.
"She's gone, Rufus," you state, and he just sighs with a shake of his head.
"Ah, damn it."
"I'm sorry... if you care," your dad says to Samuel.
"Fuck you. I care," Samuel grits out.
"You're next, Samuel," you state, your eyes flashing blue.
Sam comes back without Dean which means the older brother is somewhere in this Cannery with a license to kill.
"Where's Dean?" you ask.
"I couldn't find him. Whatever got into those guys must have got into Dean."
"Rufus, help Samuel move her somewhere," your dad orders. "Sam, Y/N, and I will lock down here. We're gonna want to find Dean before he finds us."
"If Dean doesn't come back alive," you threaten Samuel, looking at him with the threat of a painful death in your eyes, "I will make your death last at least half as long as you've been alive."
You, Sam, and your dad leave the other two men to deal with the body while you three look for Dean. It's dark in these parts of the Cannery, so you use your magic in the same way that you did the first time. The place fills with lights so it's a lot easier than using flashlights.
Your dad and Sam use locks that are lying around to bolt the doors so that Dean can't escape. Once that's finished, you take the lead and take out your phone so you can call Dean. This place echoes a shit ton, so you know if you were to call Dean, then wherever he is, you'll hear his phone ringing.
You quickly dial his number, and a few seconds later, you hear his phone come from a room three doors down from where you are. You three rush into the room to see Rufus and Samuel already there, everyone pointing guns at each other since it's not clear if Dean is still affected or not.
"Dean! Hey, everyone calm down!" you state.
"I'm not in the mood! I just had a 12-inch... herpe crawl out of my ear!" Dean exclaims.
"Wait, what?" you ask.
"You heard me. I just woke up on the ground just in time to see this... worm thing sliding out of my fucking ear and into that vent," he points to the vents. "So, you tell me what the hell's going on!"
"You killed Gwen. That's what's going on," Samuel glares.
"No, Y/N and I were just talking to her out in the hallway. That's the last thing I remember. That thing must have jumped me."
"So, we're talking about, like, a monster that gets in you?" your dad speculates.
"It's like a Khan worm on steroids."
"You mean like a parasite, something that took over your body?" you ask. "Monster possession?"
"That's novel," Rufus scoffs.
"Or that thing's still in you, and we can't trust a word that you're saying," Samuel states.
"It's not!"
"Check your ear," your dad says.
"What do you mean, check my ear? Check my ear for what?" Dean asks. Rufus goes to stick his finger in Dean's ear, but the older brother jumps away from shock. "Hey! What? Why don't you buy me a drink first?"
"Oh, yeah, we're goo positive," Rufus says and shows that his finger has the black goo.
"What does that mean?" Dean asks, and when no one answers, he repeats the question.
"That means it was in you, alright," Samuel says. "Or it still is."
"It's not in me!"
"I'll check if it's in him or not," you say and approach Dean from the front.
He definitely trusts you, so he doesn't flinch back when you grab the sides of his face. Your hands glow blue with magic as your eyes dim the same color. Your magic works through his entire body quickly, checking to make sure that the Khan worm is still inside his body. When you feel nothing but Dean, you pull away from him.
"It's not in him," you shake your head.
"Okay, everyone, give up your guns," your dad declares and grabs a small sack nearby.
"What?" Samuel gasps.
"It's not in him, dad."
"That may be, but it's still here. If it can get into someone so easily, then we better not take any chances."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, think about this for a second, Bobby," Rufus argues.
"I'm thinking we don't know who is and who ain't got the damn Khan worm up inside their melon."
"It's not in him!" you argue.
"I know! The point is we don't know who it is. It could be any one of us. So, the best we can do is to make it that much harder for that thing to blow our fool heads off."
Your dad opens the sack, and everyone gives up their guns besides Samuel, and you all look at him and wait.
"Are you waiting for a handwritten invite, Samuel?" you ask and cross your arms.
He glares at everyone, but he gives up his gun and places it into the sack.
"Wait, if we're giving up our weapons, then what about you, Y/N? Your magic is a weapon, so how do we know you won't turn against any of us?" Rufus asks.
"I can't be affected by this thing. I can't be infected, magic doesn't work on me, angelic and demonic powers are no match for me, and just about everything else out there can't get to me. Courtesy of Amara, I guess. So, just know I will never be affected, therefore, I can keep you safe."
"Who's going to keep you safe?" Dean asks, motioning to your stomach.
"I'm fine, Dean. It's gone," you sigh.
"What happened?" Sam and your dad ask at the same time.
"It's nothing, okay? We should lock these up. I'll be the only one who can open the lock."
You snatch the sack out of your dad's hands and head over to the nearest locker with an open lock. After locking the locker, you turn to the men in the room since it's now time to come up with a strategy of what is going to happen now.