Supernatural BSM

Into the Flames: Pt. 1

A/N: so I've liked this chapter title for a LONG WHILE and I actually wound up making an RP plot out of it. But it got me wondering.... what if it happened but in the supernatural universe? Some of you might remember the title from an old A/N chapter a while back. Yep. This is it. But I changed up the plot a bit and hope you all enjoy it.
Also: if like it seems a little weird, I keep changing my mind about A LOT of details so like bare with me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my first long writing in forever.

-yours truly,
Whore with wings

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"Seven days. We have been at this for seven days. You would think in that time we'd have some lead on this ghoul." Y/N's tired voice echoed through the quiet, late night streets. The night had yet to start, the hours of dusk where the sun barely kissed the horizon, casting a pink hue on the town below were long gone. All that was left was the dark, cold night. Seeming like every other pointless night up, Y/N was unamused with how her week was going, awake after sunset and working all day? Not her thing. However, being on day seven without accomplishing much, she had no formal complaints, other than, how? She had begun to wonder how it was even possible for a monster to go seemingly unnoticed by her and her brothers for a week straight. "I don't understand. You would imagine that the ghouls would've struck within this time. Especially after all the set ups we did. Perhaps it moved on to another town." Y/N prompted. Attempting to reason with the doubt she begun to have with solving the case.

"Not possible." Sam replied. "Based on the pattern, the ghoul strikes six times in the same town before moving on. It's only hit five so far. It has to hit another grave." He explained as the three walked down the quiet, empty cemetery roads. "I don't know Sammy, Y/N might be right on this one. I cant see why the freak would've waited a week before their next hit. If the pattern was right, they would've struck again on Tuesday." Dean reasoned, shining his flashlight around the eerie scenery.

"Listen, I don't like doing this anymore than you guys, but it's killing innocent lives. Every time someone accidentally stumbles across it feeding, they become collateral damage. I don't feel safe leaving this town before I know we did everything we could to protect them." Sam explained, expressing the severity of the situation once more. "I know Sam. I know. It's just... look at us. We're exhausted. Dean can barely keep his eyes open and I can barely walk another ten feet. I know you want to protect this town, but other people in other places need our help too." Y/N said, her delicate tone trying to reason with her older brother.

With a soft sigh, Y/N rubbed her hand on her face, "I'll give you this, we'll continue looking for another hour or two. But if we come up with nothing, we have to give this case a rest and home that eventually we'll catch this son of a bitch. Okay? Is that a deal?" Sam looked over at his exhausted siblings, "fine... it's a deal." He said before continuing on. "On another note, if you don't start limiting your time with Crowley, you're gonna start sounding more and more like him. 'Is that a deal?'" He playfully smirked, mimicking the English demon they all known and love.

-a brief time skip brought to you in part by the sound of rain that I can hear from my bedroom-

An hour and a half later, and the famous Winchester Trio had bupkis. "Well, we gave it our best efforts, Sammy. But let's go. I'm hungry and Y/N is so cold, she stole my jacket half an hour ago. Come on, let's just go grab some burgers and watch some crappy late night talk shows." Dean suggested trying to convince Sam to finally fold.

Giving a defeated sigh, Sam clicked off his flashlight and turned to face his siblings, "alright. Maybe you guys are right. Let's get going." He admitted. "T-t-thank you." Y/N stuttered, her small frame shivering in Dean's stolen jacket. "How are you still cold? You're basically wearing a blanket." Sam asked with a laugh, looking at their shivering baby sister. "I'm cold because I didn't think we'd be out here this long! I didn't grab-" amongst the playful shouting and laughing, the three stopped in their tracks upon hearing several sticks breaking. "The hell?" Dean asked in a low whisper. Clicking his flashlight back on, Sam stood in silence as he and Dean scanned the nearby surroundings.

Hearing another set of low crunching, Y/N decided to join the search, slowly and carefully approaching a large memorial monument. "Hey Sam, Dean, I think I got something!" Y/N shouted, looking closely as the fresh blood on the statute.

Just before the two elder Winchesters could arrive, Y/N was aggressively pushed to the ground. "Ah! Sam! Dean!" The teen shouted as she tried to get up. "Dumb bitch!" The male attacker shouted. "You hunters couldn't let me enjoy one thing could you?!" He shouted, punching the girl beneath him.

"Y/N!" Sam shouted, the sound of repeated gunshots echoing through the cold winter night. Hearing the gunshots, the ghoul got up and ran for cover, ducking into the nearby abandoned mortuary on the premises.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked, helping their sister off the ground. "Y-yeah I'm fine." Y/N panted, wiping the blood from her nose. "Look at that Sam, you got your ghoul. He went this way." She said with a breathless laugh, hurrying in the direction of the dilapidated mortuary.

Once inside, the mass scale of the old building was alarming. "How the hell are we supposed to find that thing in here?" Y/N asked with a heavy sigh. "Like we always do. Sam, you take the ground floor, I'll take the basement, and
Y/N, you take upstairs." Dean stated, cocking his gun before heading towards the staircase.

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After quietly walking upstairs, Y/N was silently praying that one of her brothers would be shouting that they got the freak. But alas, not a single cry had been uttered.

While Y/N ventured into the far back room, she looked around, not seeing the ghoul they were after. Sensing something was off, she cautiously walked through the room. 'What's that smell?' She silently thought to herself while she made her way further into the building, checking every room along the hall.

'God- it's getting stronger.... what is it? I know I've smelt this before.' Y/N frustratedly thought to herself.

While deep in thought, Y/N walked into a room, looking around as she shined her flashlight. "Oh god- something- fuck sake- this is the source of it." She said, partially gagging at the intense smell of gasoline pooling from a spilt container.

Feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap around her, "didnt think I'd lose you that easily did you?" The gruff voice of the ghoul asked, giving a dark laugh.

"Sam! Dean!" Y/N shouted as she tried to wiggle free. "Save your screaming for something more terrifying than me, sweetheart!" He shouted, before harshly throwing Y/N down, flicking a lighter towards the highly flammable liquid. "Should've just let me go." He smirked before leaving the vulnerable girl behind a now barricaded door.

Not having time to process what just happened, Y/N ran to the door, trying to break her way through. "Sam! Dean!" She cried out. Turning her head to see the growing flames behind her. "Sam! Dean!" She screamed once more.

The bright, burning flames grew, feeding off of the puddled fuel that lied on the wooden floor. It's unforgiving dance was yet to begin. It's merciless wrath had yet to be unleashed on the helpless shell of what was once a mortuary. As for the girl trapped within the walls of death and soon to be fire, her only hope was of those who dragged her out that evening. For her, the crumbling structure wasn't the only thing that was helpless.

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-End Part One-