Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 6

Like a Virgin: Part Four

When you get back to the motel you left Sam in, you knew something had to have happened. You left him happy in some book, and when you came back, he just looked so sad. What does he need to be sad about? He's not the one who ruined your life. As soon as you walked in, he gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes he could ever manage to have.

"Sam, stop looking at me like that," you sigh. "We got the stupid sword."

"Where are we on the caves?" Dean asks and sets the sword on the bed.

"Nowhere. Sewers, on the other hand... Here, check this out," he sighs and points to the map that's laid out on the table. "So, two of the disappearances happened within a mile of here. So I think we start there and work our way around."

"Awesome. Who doesn't love sewers? Let's go."

Dean gets ready to go searching through the sewers, and you grab the sword off the bed. It's flattering to think you were the one to get this one out. You're about to take it to the car when you spot Sam standing in the corner, fiddling with his hands nervously. If he's nervous, then you are.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Yeah, let's go," he clears his throat and grabs his jacket.

Everyone met in the car in less than five minutes, and Dean is on his way to the spot Sam told him to go. He's there in under an hour. You're so nervous about this, and you don't know why. You don't know what you're going to see inside those sewers. For all you know, it could be a goose chase. Just because the sword is real, doesn't mean Dragons are.

"Ugh! God. Just when I get used to the smell, I hit a new flavor," Dean cringes when he gets into the sewers. He's the one to carry the sword so you can have your magic as a backup.

"Should you even be hunting, Y/N? I mean, you're pregnant."

"Don't Sam. Just leave it, okay? I know what I'm doing," you cut him off.

The rest of the trip is silent as the three of you searched underground. You're not getting anywhere, and the longer time passes, the less hope you have of finding these girls. After about two hours, you just groan impatiently.

"Guys, we have been here for hours. There is nothing. I think the lore is off. Hey, what if, uh, what if dragons like nice hotels?" you ask.

"What is that?" Sam asks and shines his flashlight at something behind you.

You turn to see a pile of gold lying there as if you hadn't seen that before.

"Where the fuck did that come from? Didn't we just search this area?" you ask and head over to the pile.

"Holy shit," Dean beatles.

He picks up a gold watch and inspects it, happy that he found this. He doesn't have nice things, but you know he's going to take this.

"Okay, maybe there are dragons here," Dean chuckles and starts to pack some of the gold and shit into his pockets.

"Wait, Dean, not now. Check this out," Sam says and walks further into the sewers.

Just a few more feet away, and there is an altar with a leather-bound book on it. These dragons are much more than dragons... they can be human if they managed to get all this stuff in here. You, on the other hand, walk past the altar to let Sam and Dean figure that one out. You have a feeling there are people down here–good people.

"Hello? Is someone there? Hello?" a young woman cries for help.

Just a few more feet, and you're shining your flashlight into the eyes of Penny, the girl who went missing by plane. Her and a few other girls are trapped down below, below the grates that lead deeper into the sewers. There's a lot of other girls here, and you wonder just how many they've captured.

"I'll get them out, you cover my back. Don't let them touch me," you whisper to Dean.

"You got it," he nods and motions for Sam to do the same.

You grab the locks and work to break them, but they are pretty strong as it is. The girls are whimpering and begging you to help them, and that's what you're going to do.

"Quick. He's coming back!" Penny begs.

Sam grunts, and you look behind you to see one of the dragons pull him back and across the damn room. Another dragon goes to grab at you, but Dean sets himself between you and the dragon. You turn and flash your eyes blue in case you need to use your magic at a moment's notice. The girls watch eagerly to see if they are going to be saved or not.

"Don't worry, girls, we're going to get you out," you say.

Dean takes out the sword, and smirks at the dragon.

"Where do you think you're gonna stick that?" he asks with a thick accent.

They launch themselves at one another, and Dean swipes the blade on his arm, effectively cutting him. The Dragon didn't expect this to happen since there are so few swords left in the whole world.

"Where did you get that?" the dragon winces in pain.

"Comic-Con," he says sarcastically.

They continue to fight, but Dean loses the sword through the grates of the sewers. You roll your eyes and continue with your work on the girls. You don't know if there are more of them, but you have to work fast.

"Cover your eyes and move!" you order.

The girls do as they're told, and a sharp line of magic shoots out of your pointer finger. You use that magic on the locks as if your hand is a thin saw and you're cutting metal. Sparks fly, but it doesn't bother you.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Dean yells, and you stop what you're doing to assess the situation.

"Dean!" you yell, and without you controlling it, your magic shoots out of you in all directions, effectively stopping time.

You've only had this happen a few times, so you're not sure how to control it. It's quiet, and if you somehow get stuck like this, then you know it will be lonely. Each girl has a look of fear in their eyes, much like you did when Sam was soulless. Speaking of, you look at the younger Winchester and the dragon he is wrapped up in. He is definitely getting his ass kicked because he hasn't hunted in over a year and a half. The last thing he did was chug two whole bottles of demon blood to defeat Lucifer, but he hasn't hunted. He's rusty.

Dean, on the other hand, is also getting his ass kicked, but he seems like he needs more help than Sam. Not like you'd give it to Sam if he needed it. Sam isn't on your good side right now, and you don't know how much longer it'll be until you completely lose your shit and yell at him. Bottling it up isn't a good thing for you, and you know it's coming out soon.

Time resumes, but you know what to do. Abandoning the lock, you stand up and raise your hand to the place Dean dropped the sword. A sharp ball of magic shoots out of your hand and over to the sword, enveloping it completely. Raising your hand raises the sword, and you look at the dragon on top of Dean.

"Hands off," you growl and swiftly move your hand toward the dragon.

The sword flies through the air and lands itself right into the heart of the dragon. The other one watches on in fear. He knows he is outnumbered, so he does the best thing for him and flees. You sigh deeply and release your magic on the sword. The girls tremble in fear, and you turn to them with a tired smile on your face.

"It's okay. You're going home to your families now."

Your magic breaks the lock off, and with the help of the brothers, you get every single girl out of there and back to their families. It's a good time for them, but you still feel like shit.

"Grab that book, we're gonna need it," you breathe heavily.