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

Bloody Mary Pt.1

"Sam, wake up." Dean places a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam wakes, confused. He sits up and looks around. He's sitting shotgun in the Impala, which is parked in front of a large building.

"I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam

"Yeah, another one." Dean

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam

"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean

Sam turned to look at the back seat, Isabeau was lying along the back seat, and passed out. "How's Isabeau doing?" Sam asks, avoiding Dean's attempt at a confrontation.

Dean looks back at Isabeau with a sad smile, "She fell asleep not too long after you. She's exhausted, man. Between helping us sleep, taking her occasional day trips to see her uncle; hell, Bartholmieu even called me to check up on her. He said that she hasn't used her powers this much in years."

"Should we tell her to stop? Or at least not use them as often." Sam paused, "I mean you've seen what the visions are doing to her. They're getting stronger to the point where she's almost passing out."

Dean licks his lips, "Visions, yes. She needs to slow down with those, but she's fine with her fire and her basic abilities as a witch. You know, moving stuff, her spells, all of that."

Sam sighs, "Better wake her up."

Dean nodded, reaching over the front seat and lightly shook Isabeau's shoulder, "Hey Isabeau, wake up."

"Wake up, sweetheart."

July 5th, 1997

"Wake up, sweetheart."

15-year-old Isabeau groans in her sleep as someone shakes her shoulder. She turns over to the person, rubbing her eyes, "Dean? What are you doing here?"

18-year-old Dean smiled at successfully waking Isabeau up. "Dad dropped Sammy and I off for a couple of weeks to stay with you."

Isabeau looked over at her alarm clock; it was 1:30 in the morning. "Why so late?"

Dean chuckled, "You know dad... Come on, Sammy and I set up something in the living room."

Dean turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed and gestured to his back, "Hop on, sweetheart."

Isabeau smiled tiredly, slipped out from the covers, and climbed onto Dean's back, her arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. Dean's hands held Isabeau's legs, giving her a piggy-back ride. He got up from the bed and quietly made his way downstairs and into the living room as not to wake up Isabeau's little brothers.

"Beau!" 14-year-old Sammy let out a whisper-shout in excitement. Isabeau smiles and waves. "Hi Sam!" She whisper-shouts back at him.

The boys set up a makeshift fort with chairs holding up a bunch of bed sheets tied to them. In the fort was a mound of blankets and pillows. The tv was on and a pile of Isabeau, Sam and Dean's favorite movies sat on the ground next to a bowl of popcorn, sodas and candy.

"Movie night." Sam says with a smile and crawls underneath the fort.

Isabeau giggles as Dean sets her down on the floor. Isabeau immediately goes to sit next to Sam as Dean puts a movie on. Once he does, he climbs into the fort, sitting next to Isabeau. All three of them get comfortable and dig into the food in front of them, the tv being their only light source.

Movie after movie, the night turned into morning. When Yvette and Bartholmieu walk into the living room that morning, their hearts melt at the scene in front of them. The three had fallen asleep watching one of Isabeau's favorites, 'Labyrinth'. Isabeau was sleeping on Dean's chest, one of his arms was around her waist, holding her close. Sam was sleeping on Isabeau's stomach, and her fingers were tangled in his hair from playing with it while falling asleep.