Party of Three: Supernatural S1 (Sam x OC x Dean)

Wendigo Pt.1

Previously on Supernatural...

Sam's face was filled with anger as he cocks the rifle from the trunk. Dean walks over from the bystanders and shares a look with Sam. Sam nods, then sighs and tosses the gun back into the trunk. "We got work to do." He slams the trunk down.

Isabeau looks back at the apartment, her eyes glaring at the scene before her. She wasn't coming home anytime soon.

Isabeau's face scrunched up, her eyes opening slightly. The open road was in front of her, her surroundings passing by as Dean drove the impala. She was in the front seat of the car, in between Dean and Sam. Her head was laying on Dean's shoulder, her cheek squished up against his leather jacket.

She didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place, but with not sleeping for a couple of days finally caught up to her and exhaustion knocked her ass out. "Good morning sleeping beauty." Dean playfully said, his hand squeezing her thigh where it's been since the moment she fell asleep.

Isabeau didn't answer, her mind a little foggy, and eyesight a little blurry. Why the boys insist on her sitting in the front between them, she didn't know. She only guessed it was because Sam wanted some comfort after the loss of Jessica and Dean, well, Dean only asked her to sit in the front if he needed support. Though he would never admit it.

She tried to move away from Dean's shoulder but an opposing weight on her other side prevented her from doing so. She glanced over, blinking slowly seeing that Sam was passed out on her shoulder. He was also holding onto her right hand tightly.

The corner of Isabeau's lip curled up. She was brought back to a time when the three of them were younger.

June 21st, 1987

"Come on, Sam! Dean!" Little newly turned 5-year-old Isabeau runs down the little hill in the backyard of her house. At the bottom of the hill was a small lake, it's surface reflecting the crescent moon in the night sky.

A 4-year-old Sam giggles as he locks hands with Isabeau, the girl dragging him down to the edge of the lake. The two were stuck to each other like glue. The minute that John stopped by to wish Isabeau a happy birthday and drop off his sons, Sam never left Isabeau's side.

8-year-old Dean was close by the two, watching them and joining them in their antics in the backyard. His mind is void of any thoughts of his dad hunting instead of staying and celebrating Isabeau's birthday. Dean was enjoying what fun he had when he stayed over at Isabeau's.

"Easy you three!" Isabeau's father, Bartholmieu called out with a smile on his face. He was carrying four glass mason jars with holes poked through their metal tops. Bartholmieu reached the lake where the three waited by, throwing rocks into the water, seeing who could throw their rock the farthest.

Bartholmieu handed each one of them their own jar, leaving one for himself and gesturing the kids to open the jar. He crouches down to their height and points towards the field that surrounded the lake. "Now watch."

After a few seconds, hundreds of little yellow lights glowed in the fields, flying up from the grass and into the night air. Isabeau smiled. Fireflies.

"Whoever can catch the most fireflies gets an extra slice of cake!" Bartholmieu declares a competition before jogging off into the field, Isabeau, Sam and Dean running behind him, laughing and screaming in joy, each of them trying to catch the most fireflies.

Isabeau looked away from Sam and groaned, closing her eyes back up, and shifting slightly to lay her head comfortably on Dean's shoulder. "How long have I been asleep?" Isabeau asked.