Isabelle Winchester has truly seen it all, from vampire to demons, all the way to angels. She has evaded death multiple times, just like her brother's.
She had got separated from her brothers in, yet, another apocalypse they somehow created. God ha...
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 you're not a bad person, you're a good person who bad things have happened to
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"FUCK!" DEAN SHOUTED as he slammed a car door, his face hard and tense.
"Nothing?" Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow at his older brother who is more angry than usual. He knew the reason, though — Isabelle and Jack have been gone for months, over eight months to be exact. Him and Dean have looked in every town and every nook and cranny for them, but nothing, nada. Both him and Dean are getting more worried as the days go on.
"Nothing," Dean responded. "Damn it!" He kicked a nearby van which sents it's trunk flying open. He let out a groan and both brothers went and checked out what was on the van. What they saw, made bith brothers roll their eyes.
"A bong?" Sam asked, shakinh his head. "This person could've grabbed a medical kit and whatever else, but they grab a freakin' bong?"
Dean picked up the bong and examined it, grimacing when he saw blood and guts in it. The person who must've been the owner, was laying in the back of the van, his brain blown out. It looks like he killed himself.
"Now, that's just disgusting," Dean said before throwing the bong down on the dead body and then slammed the trunk closed. "Goddamn it!"
"Dean..." Sam trailed off once he saw the look in his brothers eyes.
"What?!" Dean snapped, turning around to face his younger brother. "What, Sam? What can you possibly say that will make me feel better? Huh? Izzy is gone! Jack is gone! Cas get separated from us! Mom has been gone since before we killed Michael! I bet they're all dead, because you know what? Winchester's don't have luck!" He turned around and punched the van as hard as he could, a loud crack emitting from his fist. "Son of a bitch!"
"Dean. " Sam ran over to his brother, but Dean shrugged him off. "Dean!" Sam shouted, now getting angry. "We have to believe that they're okay!"
"Why?!" Dean looked up at his much taller younger brother. "Huh?"
"Because that's all we can do," Sam said genly, sighing. "We have to hope that they're okay and that they're beating this world, because if we don't, I will go out of my freakin mind. Okay? And so will you."
"I just want them here with us, together, as a family," Dean admitted, sliding down to the ground, grunting as he did so. "I want my baby sister here.... I want Jack who — I can't believe I'm about to say this — but is like a son to me."
"He's like a son to me, too, Dean," Sam admitted, sitting down beside his brother. "And I wish the same thing, Dean. I want mom and Cas. . .and Jody and the girls here, too." He sighed and leaned his head back on the van. "I want us all together. Remember, Team Free Will 2.0?"
