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Sam and Dean Winchester with your son FIN

Dean pressed the gauze to Jake's skin, smiling comfortingly at the teenager. "Alright, son, we're done. Your uncle and I are going to finish up here. Mind waiting for us outside?"
"Yeah, no problem," Jake shot Dean a smile before stepping out of the chapel. He leaned against the hood of the Impala and closed his eyes, sighing out softly.
He had just confessed whatever he could think he had done wrong in his life. The priest had listened quietly to everything and once his dad was sure that Jake's blood was purified, he drew the necessary amount. Jake winced at the initial stab of the needle but knew it was necessary. His mother was a demon and only this could save her.
He prayed quietly, disregarding the fact that God was currently missing in action, and begged that his mother could be saved from this. He had missed her more than he could fathom and now that he had been so close to getting her back, his father had come bearing the news that she wasn't exactly herself. "Please, let this work," Jake murmured as he pulled his head back and looked at the cloudless, blue sky.
Jake jolted as a black mist approached, recognizing it as a demon coming for him. But before he could say anything, the creature had entered his mouth and taken control. It cackled in his thoughts and Jake screamed and flailed as the demon encased him in a makeshift cage. Jake noticed with revulsion that despite losing all control of his body, he could still see everything that was going on.
He could see his hands, his legs splayed on the hood of the car. He could see his dad and uncle approaching him with gentle, comforting looks.
"No, no, no! It's not me! It's not me!" he bellowed, nails scratching at the walls of his prison.
"Oh, they're your uncle and father?" the demon giggled gleefully. "So, you're a Winchester? I was wondering who you were. I have never heard of you before. Well, this just got interesting."
Jake thrashed, but he was stuck. The creature was powerful and Jake didn't have the strength to fight against it. He meekly watched as his body climbed into his father's car and they left back to the bunker.
"You know," the demon made conversation with Jake as he sat trembling in a corner. "Your mother was supposed to bring us your father and uncle, but I always knew she was a weakling."
"Don't say that," Jake groaned.
"She was!" it chuckled. "I mean, if I would have had a say, I wouldn't have sent her to capture the Winchesters. She's young, barely a few Earthly years old. She lacks the strength and control of a demon like... say me, for example. I've lived for millennia. I can outwit these blithering fools with a snap of my fingers."
"Then do it! Why aren't you doing anything?" Jake taunted.
"Because it is not time yet," the creature clicked its tongue. "Patience, you must have patience. Soon, I'll capture them."
"You're an idiot if you think you can beat them! They're the best hunters in the whole world!" Jake cried out as his body stepped into the bunker along with Dean and Sam.
"Now, now, be quiet, Jakey," the demon said with a smile in its voice. "Where is your mother?"
Jake didn't mean to think of the dungeon, it was out of his control. The demon made a pleased noise at this information and made its way to the prison cell.
Sam was stepping out and he shot Jake a gloomy look. Despite the misery in his eyes, Sam gave Jake a tight-lipped smile. "She'll be alright, son," he said.
"C-Can I go in?" the demon asked in its best impersonation of Jake.
"I wouldn't advise it, but she's your mother," Sam sighed out. "I guess you could for just a few minutes."
"Thanks, Uncle Sam," it smiled at Jake's uncle before opening the dungeon's door.
Dean was basically straddling you, a knife to your neck. Jake cringed as he saw the anger in his father's eyes. He silently begged for him not to hurt you.
"D-Dad," the demon's voice shook, making Dean and you jolt.
"Oh, look who decided to join in on the party!" you squealed. "Hi, Jake! I don't think you remember me, but I'm the one woman who was supposed to take care of you, but..." you clicked your tongue, shaking your head. "I didn't want to, so I just left you at your dad's doorstep and went ahead and got a life."
"I know that's not you really talking," Jake screeched as the demon continued to impersonate him, pretending to be hurt at your words.
"This is not really me?" you gasped. "Of course this is the real me! This is as real as I get, dear. I loathed you. I hated that you were born and that I had to take care of a brat that couldn't even wipe himself. You took my liberty away."
"Be quiet!" Dean dug the tip of the blade to your jaw, almost piercing through the skin.
"T-That's not true," the demon shook its head vehemently. "I read your letter. You love me! You didn't want to leave me. And my dad—"
"Your dad?" you scoffed. "Your dad's a fucking liar. For all we know, he probably wrote that letter himself. What else has he lied to you about? That he loved you? Ha! Dean Winchester," you shot Dean a pointed glare. "Why must you lie to our little brat like that? You're not capable of loving anyone but yourself. You're a selfish prick after all."
"You're not yourself," the demon gritted its teeth as Jake continued to scream, trying to get control of his body and show his father that he wasn't really himself. But yet, the demon continued. "This isn't you. You loved me!"
"Oh, God, please don't," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "I really didn't, boy."
The demon pretended that Jake had had enough and ran out of the room. It brushed past Sam and found a room to gather itself up. It cackled approvingly at itself. It had only taken a few seconds to distract Dean enough to smudge the line of the devil's trap without raising suspicions.
Jake raised hell in his body, trying to regain sovereignty over it. But it was fruitless. The demon was powerful and Jake had virtually no training in expulsing these creatures from his mind. He watched miserably as it pretended to care for you, hugging you as you woke up from your sleep after being cured, and wishing it was really him who you spoke to.
The demon personated him for over two days, sauntering through the halls of the bunker as if nothing. Yet Jake knew that his father and uncle suspected something was going on. He almost laughed in glee as he noticed Dean side-eyeing him and narrowing his glare. Yet the creature persisted and soon had convinced Dean and you of letting Jake go out for just a few hours.
Jake cried and tugged at the control of his body as the demons battled with Dean and Sam. He fought with every fiber of his being as the demon punched Dean's jaw and his father went tumbling to the floor.
All Jake could feel was relief as he gained dominion over his body and ceased the rain of punches to Dean's face. From the corner of his eye, he spotted the knife that his dad had let go of and after telling Dean just how much he meant to him, Jake dove towards the knife.
Before Dean could do so much as process what his son was doing, Jake had stabbed himself, successfully killing the demon. Jake felt surprisingly peaceful at the thought of these being the last few moments of his life. He felt his father gather him up in his arms and beg him to not give in. Jake tried, he tried with every ounce of strength he could to not give in to the incoming darkness. But he felt tired, the exhaustion seeping into his bones and every nerve of his body.
He tried to smile at his dad, tried to tell him that everything was going to be okay, that he loved him. But he had to close his eyes for just a flicker of a second. And that's exactly what he did.

Your voice was hoarse from screaming. Every breath you took hurt you. You had never known this much pain. The agony you felt in hell was nowhere near close to what you were feeling now. Your hands scrunched into fists and you flung them everywhere you could reach. Frustration at your helplessness seeped in with the guilt and sorrow within you, overwhelming you until you could do nothing but dry heave as you sobbed into a firm chest.
Dean's tears fell on your shirt, soaking it through as rage and defeat resounded in every fragment of his being. Every beat of his heart pained him, every breath that he took was unfair. He shouldn't have been the one crying and grieving. It should have been someone else. He begged entities that weren't around to have him switch places, he'd do anything, give anything. But his prayers fell on deaf ears.

Your fingers traced over the elated faces of the three people in the photograph. You smiled softly as you continued to take in every detail of the picture, from the ugly Christmas sweaters they were wearing, to the silly faces they were making. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes and tried to blink them back. This was no time to cry, you had to be strong.
You stared at the picture for a few more seconds. According to Dean, this had been the first Christmas that Jake had spent with him and Sam. Dean had gone all out to make it really special for him and had even baked cookies with Jake. To this day, you still marveled at the thought of Dean in an apron whilst he tried to make sure the oven was at the right temperature and the cookies a perfect golden brown. You gnawed on your bottom lip, conflicting emotions battling over dominance inside you.
The driver's door opened and you jumped, being knocked out of your reverie. Dean climbed into the seat and offered you a forced smile. You almost snorted. He looked more constipated than anything. You broke eye contact with him and went back to focusing on the holiday photo. You had missed so much of Jake's life.
Dean's hand reached over to squeeze one of your own, fingers intertwining with yours. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asked stoically.
"I don't know," you answered, voice shattering.
A knock on the window made you jolt from your seat and you groaned as your head hit the roof of the car. Dean chuckled next to you and you were tempted to elbow him in the ribs when the door opened. Your favorite smile was there to greet you.
"Really? You're in the car crying? You're going to miss my wedding, mom!" Jake held out his hand, eyes twinkling mischievously as he pulled you up to stand.
"Young man, don't you speak to your mother that way," Dean climbed out of the car and shot Jake a stern look.
"Sorry, mom," he grinned cheekily, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "But, really, we have to get going. The ceremony's about to start and you two need to walk me down the aisle."
"Alright, son, alright," you laughed, looping your arm through his as Dean positioned himself next to Jake.
"Can't believe you're getting married, kid," Dean muttered.
"Who would have thought," Jake winked at him. They shared a smile before Jake was inhaling deeply as he glanced at the church before him.
"It's going to be fine," you looked up at him, tears once again threatening to brim over. "I love you, Jacob."
"I love you, mom," Jake said before turning towards Dean. "And I love you, dad."
"I love you, too, kid," Dean smiled.
The three of you faced the building and made your way to your son's wedding and the beginning of the rest of his life.