Everyone has a line they swear they'll never cross. For Catalina Reyes, that line was supposed to be simple: never fall for someone you shouldn't. She had the perfect boyfriend. The perfect future. The kind of love everyone dreams about. Until she met Jon Callahan, her boyfriend's father. Older. Guarded. Impossible to read. He was everything she wasn't supposed to want. But the more she sees behind his silence, the harder it becomes to remember why he's off limits. Because sometimes the most dangerous people aren't the ones who hurt you... They're the ones who make you feel seen.

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭❞ Avery Winchester was never supposed to exist the way she does. Raised in a life of monsters, hunts, and secrets, she learned early on that survival meant control-control over fear, over grief, over herself. But there's one thing Avery has never been able to fully control... and it's been buried deep enough that even she can pretend it isn't there. For a while. When she reunites with her brothers, Sam and Dean, the hunt feels familiar-bloody, dangerous, but manageable. Until it isn't. Until the cases start getting stranger. More personal. Until something begins to follow them that doesn't just want to kill... it wants to expose. Because monsters aren't the only things lurking in the dark. And Avery might not be as different from them as she thought.

Faith Singer never wanted power-until it became the only thing that could save her.

Where the Banshee soon to be hybrid Kataylin Peirce meets the Raven Wednesday Addams

It started with fire. It always does. A small house on the edge of Kansas, swallowed by flames that tore through wood and memory. The night screamed, and by the time the neighbors called for help, there was nothing left to save. Nothing except a girl. She was eight - barefoot, trembling, covered in ash. She didn't cry when the fire trucks came. Didn't speak when they asked her name. Just stared at the burning ruin as if it was still trying to speak to her. John Winchester found her two days later, in the corner of a county foster office, drawing salt lines in crayon. Dean was the one who offered her his jacket. From then on, she was Piper. No last name. Not until Dean gave her his. Years passed, and the world spun deeper into shadow. Ghosts, demons, and the kind of nightmares that don't need dark corners to hide in. Piper learned to fight, to joke, to dig graves like it was normal. Because for her - for all of them - it was. But the thing about hunters is, they never stay untouched. Every deal leaves a scar, every victory buries something you can't dig back up. And when the dead start whispering again, when Heaven and Hell draw their lines in the dirt - it's the youngest Winchester who'll remind them all: Some monsters aren't out there. They're the ones you bring back with you. The lights flicker. The air hums. The screen fades to black. ALL THAT WE BURY Supernatural fanfiction by miipoet